I’m Thinking About Albedo, Wanting To Run A Test On You. He Wants To Make You Addicted To Him.

#ORGASM FEARS !

;feat. xiao, ayato, thoma, + gorou / afab!reader

;contents. insecurities, wet&messy, good bf content, hurt/comfort if u squint <3, specific warnings on individual parts

｡˚ a/n. contrived from this abomination and also for @vyndior <3

✣ all characters presumed to be 18+

୨୧ minors do not interact. reblogs/comments appreciated!

requests are open!

୭ XIAO

cw: punishment, prone bone position hehe, wet&messy, squirting, mean!xiao

xiao is finicky + everyone knows that + sometimes it feels like you’re one step away from setting him off + but he also doesn’t really know much about humans + so you always are careful with him, not wanting to anger him or confuse him + you’re especially unsure how he’ll react if you squirted ): + will he think u peed on him??? u don’t think u could handle that embarrassment + what if he hates the mess???? you’d feel so bad !!!! + so you resolve yourself to faking it + and thankfully he’s none the wiser + for a while at least….

“Why did you lie to me?” he asks, hand roughly tangled in your hair, using the grip to press your face against the mattress, “did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think I was an idiot?”

“N-No!” you squeal, voice breaking when he meanly snaps his hips forward, thick head of his cock prodding against the gummy spot near your cervix, “I-It’s not that, Xiao!”

“Then what is it? Hm?” he hisses, “Let me hear your excuses.”

“Xiao!” you sob, legs kicking up from underneath him, where you sits to pin you down against the bed, “W-Wait! I-“

“I’m waiting,” he snaps, dragging his hips back before rolling them forward, once again sheathing his length deep within your gushing cunt, “Tell me.”

“I-I’ll make a mess!” your voice is embarrassingly pitchy the closer you get to your high.

“And?” he grunts, hips never even hesitating, “You always make a fucking mess, human. You are right now.”

You feel your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment at his words. But you know he’s not lying. You can hear the slick sounds of your own cunt being fucked and can feel the way you’re dripping all over yourself and him.

You do your best to lift your hips, grinding back against his thrusts. Your eyes roll back in your head and you cry out his name as the pleasure grows and grows.

“I-I’m close!” you squeal, mindlessly reaching back to press against his hips as if that’ll stop his mind-numbing movements, “Xiao! Please!”

“Move your hand,” he snaps, grabbing your wrist in his hand only to use it for leverage to fuck you even harder, “Take it and show me how you make a mess.”

His words ignite something in you and before you know it, you’re cumming all over him. He doesn’t stop or pause, instead he speeds up his pace. You’re squealing and crying out as your high peaks.

You wail, drool slipping down your chin, helpless to do anything as he fucks you through your orgasm. It crests and intensifies until you’re gushing all over him. You hear him curse before his own body slumps over yours, trembling and wrapping himself around you from his own orgasm.

“Don’t lie to me again, human,” he whispers, slowly rutting his hips again, “I will find out.”

୭ AYATO

cw: clit play, “lord”!ayato, shy!reader

you’ve always cum so hard + even the simplest of touches on your clit are enough to send you into body-shaking, twitching orgasms + and it’s almost embarrassing + you worry about how your body reacts, the sounds you make, the faces you make + and you worry about what ayato will think + maybe he’ll think you’re faking it or he’ll just think it’s ridiculous that u get so dumb over nothing ): + so you’re always tense and anxious + but ayato is more than determined to get you to relax with him <3

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scaramouche doesn’t come right out and tell you if you’re doing something right. 

he’s difficult on purpose like that — positive affirmation is meant to be gleaned, not verbally expressed — but you know his tells. you must, in order for life to be anything near tolerable. fortunately for you, his body language is not so cryptic that deciphering it takes great effort. all you need is some good ol’ fashioned trial and error to work out the kinks. when he’s irate, which is more often than not, there are certain signs you look for. his eyes narrow with derision, mockery flows from his lips with ease, and there’s this tangible build up electricity in the air. 

this is what you thought you’d be met with after going off on a tangent. childhood memories resurfaced at the sight of the meal you were to share, and as if you were momentarily hypnotized, you spoke at length about what the food brought to mind. he didn’t interrupt and his countenance showed nothing but neutrality.  

halfway through, his blank stare inevitably gets to you, and you find yourself apologizing for the mindless ramble that you assume he has no interest in. his underlings have been subject to torment both physical and mental if he feels their reports were too longwinded. while you might be a special case, there’s no telling how far that extends your privileges, nor have you ever felt inclined to find out. 

he’ll query as to why you stopped prematurely. 

when you explain your concern, he’ll scoff, then motion for you to continue. 

“go on,” he’ll say. “might as well finish the story.” 

it’s strange — a precedent you never expected him to set. 

upon later reflection, you realize the pattern has shown itself in the past, it just wasn’t until now that you could put it together. he stabs his food with more force than necessary at dinner when all is quiet. glances over his shoulder when you’re in the room, trying to remain still as a statue, so as not to upset some unspoken order. prompts you with random questions then clicks his tongue if the answer is too succinct. 

could it be…

that scaramouche, the oh so fearsome balladeer, likes to hear you talk? 

Clandestine Rendezvous | Himmel x Reader

If you weren’t so turned on and so touchy, the assignment would have done by now. If you weren’t teasing him, this wouldn’t have happened. If you weren’t wearing that skirt and thigh highs he wouldn’t be so hard right now.

All these reasons he could possibly think of endlessly hovered in his mind, but such excuses turned out so petty when he himself had secretly enjoyed this erotic and salacious “accident” you displayed for him.

Nameless Bard x Fem!Reader

disclaimer: NB is aged up and story is set on modern AU, service top Himmel and power bottom reader

warning: NSFW content, this fic is just pure smut no actual story, multiple orgasm, public sex

art belongs to: ylceon

word count: 11.2k

note: this is a two-part valentine special fic for my beloved himmel <33 i didnt mean to turn this into a valentine special but i just thought hey why not do it since imma eventually gonna post the second part in white day (march 14th)

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Tighnari -> breeding

content: nsfw, breeding kink, praise, mentions of pregnancy and creampies, Tighnari has a knot | reblogs & comments appreciated!

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Tighnari was a gentle lover. 

He was attentive and kind, always aware of what exactly you needed when you needed it; the pace with which he fucked you with was usually slow and deep. Sensual. 

He liked to press his lips just below your jaw whenever he pushed into you, pressing loving kisses to your skin until he had bottomed out, and he made sure to make you cum at least once before he took you properly. 

He had each of your preferences memorised perfectly; he knew whether you preferred him to lick or suck at your clit, whether you enjoyed having your nipples played with or not, and he never failed to make you absolutely lose your mind in pleasure, all your muscles turning to jelly. 

Tighnari was a gentle lover, until he suddenly wasn't. 

Unaware, dare you say naïve, as you were, you hadn't known about ruts, though they appeared to be quite a big deal if the way Tighnari was currently pounding into you was anything to go by. 

His narrow hips slapped against your own, his nails were digging into the soft skin of your waist and you cried out sharply at a particularly hard thrust. 

Your back arched off the bed, your eyes fluttered closed, and, God, you were almost sure that the head of Tighnari's dick was hitting against your cervix with how deep he was, with how full you felt. 

“So good for me, aren't you?” His voice was raspy, lower than usual, and it sent a shiver up your spine. “God, you feel fucking perfect around me, so hot and tight. You're such a good girl.” 

The praise earned him a needy moan from you, the noise high-pitched, and you couldn't help but clench around him. The sudden tightness caused both of you to groan. 

“You're so pretty like this.” Tighnari's breath was warm against your neck; suddenly, he reached down to feather his thumb over your clit, and you whined, the noise breathy. “Gorgeous, really. And you'll be even more stunning after I've filled you up.”

Without even meaning to, you tightened around him, wet walls pulsing as heat rose to your cheeks because of words. This really wasn't something you had ever imagined but, suddenly, you found yourself unable to think of anything but him filling you, getting you pregnant. 

Tighnari's chuckle had a mocking tone to it. “Oh? Seems you liked that, didn't you? Is that what you want, love?” A grunt as he pushed into you again. “For me to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum? For me to breed you?” 

You whined in response, the noise utterly needy. Sweat dripped down your neck, arousal coiled heavily in your abdomen, and everything felt so damn hot — your clit was throbbing, your lips open as more high-pitched sounds fell from them. “Please—” 

“So you do?” Tighnari huffed out a laugh, though his grip on your hips tightened. His next thrust had you all but keening; your sight blurred when, suddenly, your orgasm crashed over you without a warning. The constant stimulation of your clit was overwhelming. “That's cute, darling. I'll just do that then.” 

Pain and pleasure mashed together into one confusing emotion as Tighnari kept fucking you through your orgasm, his pace unrelenting; you whimpered pathetically as your wet walls pulsed around his cock, all but sucking him in despite the dull ache in your abdomen.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, though forming coherent words seemed like a herculean task right now, “Please, Tighnari, fuck—, want you to knock me up, please.” 

You moaned as your words made his dick twitch inside of you, and your thighs trembled when liquid warmth filled you up moments later, his dick growing in width and, oh—, the sensation of your cunt being stretched even wider was overwhelming, indescribable, and tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.

“Ah. I forgot to tell you about the knot, didn't I?” Tighnari's smirk was cheeky, his ears twitching. You merely whimpered in response. “Just be glad for the brief break you're getting. Once it goes down, I'll take you again and again.” 

Your cheeks seemed to grow impossibly more hot as he leaned down, green eyes sparkling with mirth. “After all, we want to make sure it really takes, right? We'll have to go for quite some more rounds if you really want to end up pregnant. But don't you worry, love. I'll breed you properly.” 

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I feel at home, just not with you.

Summary: After noticing Kazuha becoming rather distant and unusually rarely poetic than he usually is while staying in Inazuma, you notice how happy he is in the crux and when you had brought it up with your dear friends Kujou Sara and Yae Miko, they had told you the painful truth; He was tired of you and Inazuma. It was time to let him go. You thought his home was Inazuma and you, but it didn’t make him happy. His home was the Crux, not you.

Relationships: Kazuha x F!Reader, Lumine x Kazuha (suspected)

Warnings: Angst with no comfort. like there's no happy ending. uhm suspected kazuha is in love with lumine. some lumine slander (only for the fic i acc love lumine)

Characters: Kazuha, Beidou, Lumine, Thoma, Yoimiya, Yae Miko, Kojou Sara

“Hey guys!! So good to see you again!!” Yomiya ran up to you and Kazuha, squeezing you both tight. “I can’t believe the Vision Hunt Decree is finally over! Like oh em gee we should totally all go get dinner since you know Kazuha isn’t wanted anymore and Ayato doesn’t have to deal with so much and Thoma’s on his break and-”

“Yoimiya!” You cut her off, giggling. “We should all go to dinner sometime. But for now, I wanna spend some time with Kazuha.”

“Of course! He’s a free man now, so have fun lovebirds.” She ran off to some little kids, giving them candy.

“That girl is full of energy,” Kazuha said, letting out a breathy chuckle. 

You smiled at him, grabbing his hands. “Come on Zuzu. We have all of Inazuma to see.”

The next few hours was your entire day as you and Kazuha made sure to visit every single island, shrine and special places of Inazuma. On his own request, he had gone to the Kamisato Mansion to greet his old friends again, and Watatsumi island to see Gorou and Kokomi.

The entire day you made sure to take him to places with all his friends so he could see them again. But, for some reason, he wasn’t his usual self.

His ‘poetic’ self you dare say. He always had a way with words, but today he was rather…off. He had a smile, but even you could notice how fake it looked. 

He was barely even talking too. Usually, he always had childhood memories or stories to tell you whenever you visited a certain spot in Inazuma. Whether it be the shrine or the Kamisato house, there was always a story to follow it.

But there was none.

When you questioned it on him, he just said he was tired from the fighting he had done just a few days ago against the Shogun and her forces. 

That fight, the one he fought alongside the Traveler with. You didn’t know her well, but heard many things about her. She was kind, strong, and willing to help whoever she could, no matter how far they were. She had saved Mondstadt just a year ago, apparently saved Liyue from a water-dragon-snake thing, and now saved Inazuma from the Vision Hunt Decree.

Kazuha always talked about her whenever he would sneak into Inazuma, whether it to give Yoimiya fireworks that were shipped from Liyue or just to see you. 

You’d never admit, but you were jealous of her. 

“Where do you wanna go next?” You asked. “Oh! Or do you wanna continue tomorrow?”

“Y/N..” He turned to you, frowning. “I have to return to Liyue.”

“What?! What do you mean?” 

“I’m a member of the Crux now, and I agreed to travel with the Traveler. We’re heading back to Liyue.”

“Oh..” You sighed, trying your best not to let tears flow out. The Traveler. Lumine. Everyone talks about her, about how great, wonderful and beautiful she is. That she could be as strong as the archons themselves and is the definition of perfection.

“You can come with us!” He suggested, giving you a small smile.

Your eyes lit up at that. You really didn’t wanna see the traveler, or leave home, but you’d do absolutely anything for Kazuha and to be with him.

You nodded in agreement, and on your way home, you couldn’t stop the twisting feeling in your stomach.

Leaving Inazuma? You’ve never set foot anywhere else than the islands in Inazuma. You’d be leaving all your friends here, not even being able to say bye to them because you had to leave first thing in the morning.

But you couldn’t stay away from Kazuha any longer.

The feeling in your stomach only became worse when you had arrived in Ritou to get to the Crux, and you saw his entire face changed into real happiness when he saw Beidou and the Traveler.

It made you wanna stop in your tracks, not even boarding the Crux to go say hi.

“Y/N?” Beidou called, “You coming up?”

Kazuha, who had already boarded turned and looked at you confusingly. 

You couldn’t stay here. This wasn’t where you should be. But Kazuha had already told Beidou the great news of you traveling with them. 

“Uhm..” You breathed out, trying to think of something. As you looked around, you saw a Ms Hina poster and your eyes lit up. “I’ll be back tonight. Just need to go talk to a few people!”

Before they could ask, you had already run off. 

If you couldn’t figure him out, maybe someone else could…

~~~~

“Leaving Inazuma?”

Even the Head Maiden of the Shrine was rather surprised. So was Sara, who sat beside Yae Miko.

You knew that she was Ms Hina and that she made Gorou dress up as her. But even still, she was always answering advice for everyone behind it. So, why not go to her for advice?

When you had gotten to the shrine asking for advice, her and Sara were just having a normal conversation when they saw you. They had gotten a table and a few chairs and set it in the middle of the area, tea being made by other maidens.

“You know, I could’ve just asked without all of this.” You pointed to the tea, and all the maidens gone for privacy.

Sara chuckled. “Well, when it comes to you, there’s always a rather long story to everything.”

“It’s Kazuha…” You said, and giggled when she rolled her eyes at the name.

“Your husband?” Yae asked, and you spit out your tea.

“Nonono..” You shook your head. “Boyfriend.” 

“Whatever.” She scoffed. “No difference just need a ring.”

Sara put down her tea, straightening her back. “What’s up, Y/N? You usually never ask for help or advice when it comes to him.”

The next few minutes went by with you explaining everything to them. You had first started with the traveler, and of course they knew who she was.

“Not the biggest fan of them.” Sara said, and you felt a little bit of relief wash over you.

“I understand, Y/N.” Yae put a hand on your shoulder, before sipping on her tea. “Continue, dear.”

Minutes turned into an hour as you explained about Kazuha; How you haven’t seen him in months due to the Vision Hunt Decree, and the only moments he could have with you when he visited inazuma was always with Lumine. 

You talked about how happy he was whenever he saw the Crux and Beidou, but while you both walked around Inazuma, he didn’t look genuinely happy when with you or walking around his home. 

You talked about how you thought that it would make him happy- that he could finally roam around Inazuma again free with no one trying to arrest him or take his vision. Maybe Inazuma was just no longer his home.

As you talked and talked, you didn’t notice how Yae and Sara glanced to each other with frowns.

“That…was a lot to take in.” Sara put down her now cold tea.

Yae nodded in agreement, but then took ahold of her hands. “Y/N, do you want to leave Inazuma?”

“For Kazuha-”

“No.” She cut you off. “For yourself.”

You blinked a few times trying to think, and then shook your head. “No. I don’t.”

Sara sighed. “I’ve never been in love before but-”

She was cut off with Yae laughing, probably about the fact Sara was so visibly in love with Itto.

Sara rolled her eyes and continued talking. “Maybe his home just isn’t Inazuma anymore…nor is it you.”

Yae immediately stopped laughing and looked at her wide wide eyes, and so did you.

“You really think that?” You asked, tears starting to well up.

“A home should make someone happy.” Yae spoke, her hands squeezing yours. “Home isn’t a place, it could be anything and anyone. Y/N, my dear…I don’t think is home is Inazuma anymore.”

“But what about me?” You whisper-asked.

Yae and Sara gave each other a sad glance.

You already knew, and they knew you did too. You weren’t his home, nor were you his love anymore. He just didn’t know how to break it to you…and something else. 

The way he talked about her…you knew it.

“He’s in love with Lumine.” Sara whispered.

The painful truth.

It wasn’t you anymore. Maybe it was just never you. Even if he still wasn’t in love with you, you were in love with him, and all you wanted was for him to be happy. Maybe it was best you let him go on his travels without you.

“It’s time to let him go Y/N.” Yae let go of your hands, frowning when she heard your sniffs from crying. “Inazuma…and you…is no longer his home.”

You chuckled and let out a sniff. “The Crux and the Traveler is.” 

“How are you gonna do this?” Sara asked.

You looked up to the sky, it was already getting dark out. By the time you were to head back, it would already be dark, and maybe Kazuha would be asleep by that time.

“Do you have paper?” You asked, and Yae snapped her fingers and a maiden came, already holding a paper and pen.

“We’ll help you write it.” Sara smiled.

The next few minutes went by with a lot of tears falling onto your final words to Kazuha.

~~~~

“Hey!” Beidou greeted you as you walked aboard the Crux. “Kazuha and Lumine just went to sleep. I’ll show you your quarters, com-” She stopped talking when she noticed your tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You gave Beidou a smile. “I can’t come. I’m sorry. I can’t leave my home.”

Beidou frowned. “Sad to see you leaving, but I know what it’s like. You wanna go say bye to Kazuha?”

You wiped your tears while shaking your head. “No, but can you give him this in the morning?” You handed her the letter you had wrote folded in an envelope.

She nodded, and gave you a final hug before getting off the ship, and a small smile grew on your face when you saw all your friends waiting for you.

“Guess no dinner after all, huh?” Yoimiya chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

Thoma looked like he was gonna cry. “Hey, sweetie.” He hugged you tight.

You assumed Sara and Yae had told them the news. Surprisingly, Sara was crying a little.

But you cried more as you watched the ship leave, soon disappearing into the fog.

“Goodbye Kazuha.” You whispered, breaking down in Thoma’s arms as he hugged you tight.

Dear Kazuha,

It pains me to write this. This was the last thing I ever wanted to do, but I guess the universe just had other plans for me, and for us.

I think you already know I’m not on the boat with you, and I’m sorry. But I cannot leave Inazuma, and especially not with someone who doesn’t love me anymore.

I see the way you stare at her, and how happy you become when your around her. You used to do that around me, but not anymore.

I know you’re in love with Lumine, and all I want is for you to be happy, so I wish you the best on your travels.

Now for us, our goal was to always stick together no matter what. If the other had to travel, we always know the other would come back no matter what. But it looks like we are straying farther from the goal, and the dream we had of us being together forever. 

You won’t feel at home with me, or here in Inazuma, and I don’t know what path you will be led on, but I know that you’ll feel at home with the Crux and Lumine. 

Goodbye Kazuha, and farewell. I wish you the best.

Y/N.

a few years into your study at the akademiya, you find yourself in need of a new roommate - your own is graduating (finally), and sumeru rents are subsidised for students but are still more than you, a poor farmer’s child from liyue, can afford alone. 

your roommate is not the only one graduating - you’ve heard rumours that tighnari, the amurta student with a focus on botany with the big fox ears and soft fluffy tail, needs to find himself a new roommate too. he’s terribly popular; very smart and very dedicated, as well as being nice to look at and kind-hearted and willing to lend a hand whenever someone has genuine need. you’re sure he must be inundated with offers. you’ve only spoken to him a few times - the two of you are in different darshans - but … well. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like him, and didn’t find him handsome, and wouldn’t like to get to know him better–

you’re very surprised when he approaches you - but he words it very simply. you’re quiet, and he needs someone quiet to room with. you’re hard-working, and he appreciates that about you. you have never treated him like he’s some mascot to be photographed and paraded about. you’re both the same age - early twenties, perhaps - and he’s heard rumours that you’re very good at what you do, so you might even graduate together … will you be his roommate?

(and perhaps, a little part of him doesn’t understand why he’s chosen you, but does understand that you smell good and you look pretty and you make his thoughts turn to mush when he thinks of you too hard, make his cheeks heat and his tail begin to swish). 

it goes very well. the two of you are suited for this roommate agreement; both of you do your shares of the cleaning, your shares of cooking (he’s a better cook than you, but you’re less likely to lock yourself in your room for hours on end when you get too into a project). you talk to one another and crack jokes and smile and share research - it’s going extremely well!

until one night you let yourself back in after a gruelling day - a practical exam, and you’re feeling fit to drop and aware you’re sweating, your hair plastered to your head, your clothes all messed up. you want to shower and then go straight to bed - but as you walk through the common area, you hear a high pitched whining. a whimpering noise - tighnari, and it sounds like he’s in pain. all other thoughts go out the window as you rush for his room, open the door, calling his name in concern–

he’s in the centre of his bed clad in a too-large tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. his blankets and pillows and everything else soft in the room has been piled all around him, almost as if he’s nesting - and he’s cuddling his tail, whimpering, whining, his eyes blown wide and his mouth open to reveal sharp fangs and panting. when he’d heard you approach, though, his head had snapped up - and you meet eyes that are almost glowing in the dim dusklight of the window, as tighnari grits out (cheeks red, choking on his words);

“you should close the door. you shouldn’t … be here …”

his ears are flicking from side to side, and it’s hard for him to get out his words - they sound thick on his tongue. he breathes in deeply, and you’re horribly aware that you can’t smell pleasant, but tighnari just lets out a whine that sounds almost needy. you desperately try not to look at his bare shoulders, the toned thighs - but if you did, perhaps you’d notice how hard his cock is pressing against the front of the (flower patterned, cute–) boxers.

you protest. you say you’re worried about him, is he running a fever, you can get someone - you make the mistake of closing the door behind you. you make the mistake of approaching him, so that your scent wraps around him and envelopes every one of his senses (smells good, smells like you, wants to rub himself all over you until you smell like him … you smell fertile. you’re a good candidate for his mate, so sweet so soft so nice so compatible–).

tighnari mumbles apologies even as he pounces on you, and even as you’re being dragged back to the nest he’s made on his bed. in between pawing at you he’s mumbling things; you smell so good, he needs you so badly, he never thought that it would be this bad …

something from one of your voluntary classes in the amurta comes back to you. something about the habits of wild animals, their breeding cycles - and about how male desert foxes go into rut states where they simply need to be inside of something and breed something. you hesitantly reach up, running a hand over tighnari’s silky soft ears in a way that makes him growl-moan-purr in his throat. you spread your legs in an open invitation.

later on, when his senses have returned to him, tighnari thanks you for helping him through his first rut as he noses at your shoulder and sighs, cheek rubbing against your bare skin so his scent marks you. fennec foxes, he tells you, mate for life.

 … that wouldn’t be so bad. 

Hi! I heard that you’re taking in requests! May I ask for a reader who was kidnapped by scaramouche? She was socially isolated to the point stolkholm syndrome kicks in for reader? 🚶🏼‍♀️

summary. socially isolated darling who develops stolkholm syndrome for scaramouche

warnings. general yandere themes, stockholm syndrome, social isolation, breif descriptions of injury, emotional manipulattion/abuse, scara calls you a slut once.

you had been so stupid. so naive to think that scaramouche wouldn't find out about your little fling with one of the fatui lackeys that worked for him. it was risky to even allow feelings to fester for another person, but someone who worked for scaramouche? that was just dangerous. you should've known better.

but, honestly, it couldn't have been helped. he was the one sent to your room after punishments that left you needing medical attention. he was so soft and caring when wrapping bandages around you or applying ointment to heal electrical burns. he talked to you gently and made sure you were okay. he was there for you in a time of need, and you were able to find comfort and safety in him. it was inevitable that feelings would form between the two of you.

it was an accident that scaramouche found out. you don't really know exactly what happened, but you do know that he found out by overhearing his lackeys teasing you're secret lover about his crush on you.

scaramouche was livid. he came into your room, grabbing you roughly and dragging you out. you were scared as you fumbled to keep up with his fast paced steps, but you didn't struggle against him or say anything. you didn't know where you were going until he tossed you onto the hard, cold ground of a cell.

"if you want to be a slut so baddly, then i'll just have to fucking keep you locked up where you'll never see anyone but me ever again." he told you before slamming the door and leaving you there all alone.

you thought he would let you out eventually, but it's been two months since then. it was okay at first, you actually even enjoyed the silence and alone time. but after a while it scared you. you didn't like being alone anymore, and it didn't help that the cell he kept you in was dark and cold, which only made you feel more scared and alone.

right now you were laying in bed, clutching tightly onto the sheets that you held over your head. it had been at least an hour since you've been trying to fall asleep, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't. you felt like you were going to throw up because of how tired you felt. you were so miserable.

you breath hitched when you suddenly heard the door to your cell creak open, an uncomfortable feeling settling in your stomach when the eerie noise filled your ears. you didn't move, or say anything, just simply layed there, waiting for what would happen.

sometimes he'd come down here to drop off food and the he'd leave, other times he would linger to berate you in some way. you didn't like how cold he was towards you during your time down here, it made you feel so small and helpless, and it just reminded you how badly of a situation you got yourself into — how badly you fucked up.

"y/n." he called, voice cold and emotionless. you didn't answer, merely pulling the sheet tighter around your form. he took that as an opportunity to continue, though.

"you want out, don't you?" you shifted, lifting the sheet only enough to see him standing a little ways from the bed, but you remained quiet. you watched as he walked to where a chair was in the cell and he sat down, leaning back and crossing his arms against his chest. he then looked at you, making you pull the sheet back down to cover yourself.

"just admit that i'm all you need, all that you want, and you can come out." he said, amused.

you held your breath as you contemplate his words, unsure of what to do. you're afraid of admitting he's right — because he is, you do need him, you depend on him, really, but you don't know how to feel about that yet and it scares you to think about it. but then again, you hate it down here, you hate it so much it makes you want to cry just thinking about staying here any longer.

scaramouche takes your long silence as refusal, because before you can muster up something to say, he begins to leave. clicking his tongue, he mutters a 'fine' as he stands from the chair and starts walks towards your cell door.

"wait." you whispered meekly, just barely loud enough for him to hear. "pl—lease... don't leave me here al—lone again."

you couldn't look at him, too ashamed that you finally succumbed to him. but you were so scared, you didn't like being alone and he was here, with you, willing to comfort you and finally let you out of this suffocating cell. you didn't really have a choice but to accept that he really is all that you have or you'd be left down here alone again.

when you think about it, he's really not all that bad. it's just when you upset him that things get scary for you. otherwise he cares about you, makes sure you're okay and well, and he can also be sweet. he'll gently kiss you, call you sweet little nicknames and simply hold you tightly in his arms. he's attractive too, you cannot deny that.

you don't have to keep resisting him, you think. it's pointless and only ends in painful punishments that make you end up regretting you ever defied him. it's okay to give in to him and accept that you're his, you tell yourself reassuringly.

"oh?" he sounded mockingly, turning around to look at your pathetic form that was shivering under the thin sheet. "finally come to our senses, have we?" you flick your eye up to look at him momentarily, and he's smirking down at you like he'd finally won — which technically, he has.

you quickly look away, nodding your head ever so slightly. "please." you hesitate for a moment, tears welling in your eyes as you swallow thickly. "I–I need yo–you."

you don't hear him say anything after that, only the creaking of your cell door closing. you don't look up to see if he left, you just assume that he did.

a whimper escapes your quivering lips and you grip tightly onto the sheets of the matress where you lay. too busy wrapped in the fear of being alone, you don't notice light footsteps walking towards you.

you flinch when a calloused hand touches your cheek, the gentle stroke of a thumb lulling you back into comfort. you look up and see scaramouche sitting crouched in front of you, a soft, barely there smile displayed on his lips.

"shh, sweetheart. there's no need to cry, i'm right here."

Your heart. 

challenge

Tighnari knows you didn't mean anything by it, but a challenge is a challenge. His instincts demand a response.

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fem reader x tighnari, accidental dominance challenge, feral/instinct driven tighnari, dubcon, scenting, one use of "good girl", no prep, doggy style, pinning, marking/biting, knotting, brief breeding kink, creampie.

He knows you don't mean it.

The two of you have exchanged playful nips before—little catches of your teeth against skin, a little shock of pain that smooths into something silken—throughout your friendship. It's familiar. The salt of your skin under his sharp teeth almost tastes like home.

Still, Tighnari realizes, just a moment too slow—he should have warned you.

You bite down into the meat of his shoulder, sinking your teeth into the muscle with enough power to bruise, and Tighnari shudders.

It’s been years since someone has challenged his dominance. 

He knows you don’t mean it.

But his blood has gone hot beneath his skin, the rushing of his pulse filling his sensitive ears. He bares his teeth with a low growl, all rumbling summer thunder. 

You go still. You pull back from him slowly.

“Tighnari?” you ask softly. “Are…are you okay?”

He’s trembling, his fingers sunk into his thighs, trying to rein in the instincts that have roared to life in his very core. You didn’t mean it. You aren’t challenging him; he’s not a kit anymore, setting his status in the pack. 

You ghost your fingers over his shoulder, murmuring his name again, and he breaks.

He strikes quick and true, looping his lithe, callused fingers around your wrist and using the leverage to flip you over and bundle you under him. You yelp, a chirp of sound, and he tugs you back when you try to wiggle out from under him. There’s heat to you, like the sultry warmth of a summer day. He presses down against your back with another rumbling growl, your ass nestled into the cradle of his hips.

“Tighnari!” you cry out. “Hey! What are you—”

“Stay down,” he grits from between his teeth. You try to push up again, your ass brushing against his hardening cock, and he snarls. He sets his teeth into the nape of your neck, the tip of his tongue dragging against your skin, a whisper of wet heat. He can hear his own rabbiting heartbeat. There’s something twisting beneath his skin, something carved into his bones pulsing to life inside of him.

You shift. 

It feels like the promise of a fight.

Tighnari bites, sinks his teeth into your skin like an anchor. “Down,” he growls. He bites down harder, until he hears you choke out a little noise. He presses forward against you with a little roll of his hips, and you go limp under him.

He relaxes his jaw a hint. 

You don’t move.

You’re panting against the floor he’d knocked you down to. Your heartbeat reminds him of the crash of the waves against the shore. Wild and loud. He can hear each beat of it.

He can also smell you. 

It’s not the first time he’s been able to scent your cunt; it’s been on your fingers before, when he caught you between shifts. He’d heard you long before he’d scented you, the wet schlick of your fingers in your cunt practically all he could hear as he headed to your quarters. You’d just cum when he’d knocked. 

With the sound of his own name on your lips ringing in his ears, Tignari made sure to have you sign your patrol notes with his own pen. He watched as you hesitated before taking it. You could barely look at him when you handed it back, and he pressed his thumb into the small, damp smudge you’d left on the barrel. 

He thought it was a thick, sweet scent then, even when it was just lingering on his pen. But now—now it’s so heavy he can almost taste it. 

His ears quiver; his tail whips. He doesn’t think about it. He puts more of his weight on you, grinding his hard cock into the softness of your ass. He slips a hand into the hem of your loose sleep shorts and yanks them down with a low snarl. It’s hard, with you pinned under him, but his strength makes up for it. They get caught around your thighs, but it’s enough.

“Tighnari,” you hiss out. “Seriously, what are you doing?”

He sinks his teeth back in. 

You croon out a low moan, a heated song. He rocks his hips against you; your scent goes heady, lush like sticky-sweet fruit. 

He pulls back, dragging your hips up with him until you’re forced to your hands and knees. You’re pliant, letting him manhandle you as he pleases. It makes his cock twitch. 

Tighnari isn’t sure when he gets his own pants down far enough to expose his throbbing cock, too lost in the instincts that have sunk their teeth into him. He comes back to himself as he hooks his fingers around the gusset of your panties and draws them to the side. 

The cotton comes away from your cunt with a wet squelch. Your scent billows around him, and his fingers tighten on your hip. Your pussy is already glistening, practically shimmering in the lamplight. 

“Wet,” he grunts, rubbing the tip of his cockhead against your hole, coating himself in the growing mess of your slick. It catches on the rim. “So wet.”

You jolt. “Wait, wait, you didn’t prep—”

He rolls his hips, and you hiccup as you spread open around him, stretched tight over the thick head of his cock. He grabs a handful of your ass to spread you further, so he can watch himself disappear into you. 

“Fuck,” you whimper, clamping down on him. He can feel your walls struggling around his girth as he splits you open. Your back bows as he presses forward, as he bullies his way deeper and deeper into your cunt with mean little thrusts. 

You mewl when he hilts in you. You’re hot around him, pulsing as you wiggle your hips to try and ease the way he’s spreading you. He rumbles a warning, the sound rolling through him. You go still.

“Good,” he says. “Good girl.” 

You breathe out a moan at that. Your cunt pulses, fluttering around him. 

Tighnari draws back. His cock is soaked with you, your slick shining on his skin. You roll your hips back, trying to take him in again.

He snarls, setting one of his hands between your shoulder blades and bearing down. “No,” he growls. He pins you in place under him, caught between the way his cock is spearing deep and the hand heavy on your back. He wraps his tail high on your inner thigh, ignoring the way the fur starts to dampen immediately.  

He fucks back into you with a sharp, hard thrust. You yip with it, shifting under his hand. He puts more of his weight onto it, tugging your hips up with his other hand. You tighten around him, and he groans with it. 

You arch as he starts to fuck you fast, with little strokes that keeps him close, that keeps him filling you as much as he can. The sounds of your messy cunt echo around the room, each wet noise accompanied by a soft, broken moan. He drives into your pussy hard, keeping your chest pinned to the floor. 

“Tighnari,” you whimper. “Please, please—”

He curves over you, rolling his hips deep, until you’re kicking out with each thrust. He snarls and sinks his teeth back into the nape of your neck, slotting perfectly into the teeth marks he’s already left behind. 

You cum on his cock with a sound he’ll never forget, your cunt clamping down. He hisses between his teeth. It’s hard to keep fucking you through it, your fluttering walls gripping him. His knot is starting to swell, too, popping in and out of the rim of your hole with more and more difficulty. 

Sparks skitter down his spine as you spasm around him before slumping down, only his iron grip on your hip keeping them up. You’re wet down to your inner thighs now, and you tremble with each shove into your swollen, overworked pussy. Your panting echoes in his ears. 

When he fucks back in, his knot big enough to be noticeable, you whine. You lift your head and try to turn enough to peer back at him. Tighnari catches a glimpse of your profile, already fucked-out, before presses down between your shoulders again. You give in without a word, slumping back down to the floor.

He strokes in again, feeling his knot catch before it pops out once more. He snarls, grabbing your hips with both hands and grinding deep, until his knot pushes past the rim of your hole and flares wide, locking the two of you together. You jolt. 

“Fucking you full,” he growls, his thighs going tight as the knot of pleasure in his gut breaks. “Get you round with kits.” 

You twitch in his grip as he bites down on you again, sinking his fangs deeper still, as he cums. His cock kicks in you, spilling hot ropes of cum in your cunt, buried deep inside. Another moan spills from your lips. 

Panting, Tighnari lets go of your nape and laves gently over the brutal teeth marks there. He sinks down on top of you, though he’s careful with his weight. “Don’t move,” he tells you, turning both of you onto your sides to be more comfortable. “Stuck together.”

“Do I even want to ask?” you mutter sleepily.

“Dominance bite,” he says, voice hoarse. He’s still caught up in it a bit, grinding into you as he cums again. He cups at your belly without thinking. “Triggered my instincts. Knotted you.” 

“I triggered you?”

“When you bit me,” he says, licking over his bite mark again as he starts to truly come back to himself. You shiver. “Tried to assert your dominance.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Later,” Tighnari says. “You should rest.”

You try to glance at him over your shoulder. “Why?”

He fucks into you again with a mean little thrust, instincts flaring at your cry as his knot tests your limits.

“Not done yet.” 

loyalty to the raging tempest

CW: This contains spoilers from the new archon quest. Read at your own discretion.

"You can start a new life here if you want to."

The God of Wisdom's words echo in your mind as you watch your Lord's unmoving figure on the hospital bed. You saw his fall, from the proud and cruel harbinger to a lifeless puppet who had its heart taken away. With Scaramouche's defeat and the Fatui branding you a traitor for refusing to return with the Doctor, you had nowhere else to go… until the Dendro Archon offered you sanctuary in her region.

"Gravedigger… You will regret this." The Doctor spits with the promise of your death.

"I'm sure the matra would be willing to take you in. Creating a final resting place for the dead is also necessary." In contrast, the Dendro Archon's kindness promised protection.

She was right. Under her watchful gaze, no one will be able to lay a hand on you in Sumeru. You can leave everything behind; even the pitiful puppet in front of you. Truthfully, Scaramouche was an awful person. No one in the Fatui liked him and your colleagues would often give you pitying looks once you got summoned to his side. You've lost count of how many times you were punished for not following his orders perfectly.

But still, for some reason, you can't leave him alone. Perhaps it's because of the way he looked at you when you first met. The look of recognition, fury, and something else. You remember him looming over you, staring at your dirt-covered body - the result of digging tirelessly in the cold mornings of Snezhnaya, all in an effort to create a tomb for a soldier you hardly know. Once you lock eyes, you see a raging tempest and you wonder what he's seeing when he looks at you.

"Pitiful. What's with that look in your eyes? Are you merely a doll who knows nothing more than to roll around in the dirt? Perhaps I should call you a rat."

You nod, but that seemed to make him angrier. As insulting as his words are, you really don't know anything else. In a distant memory, you see the blurry faces of your mother and father, hear their whispers of your duties and how it is important to create a final resting place, you remember the old shovel they handed you before you dug your first grave and the sight of their backs as they left for a mission and never returned.

You feel his attack before you see it. Your vision glows and you parry the blade of electro he sends towards you. You get thrown back, and you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as you slam into a tree.

"...Good. It seems you're not entirely hopeless."

You stand up on shaky legs, tensing as he steps closer and closer. He scoffs as you raise your weapon defensively. He probably thought fighting you was mere child's play.

"Work under me. I'm sure I can find some use for a little rat like you."

And he did find some use for you. Before you knew it, you became his right hand… or maybe "errand runner" was a better description for your job. "The Balladeer's Servant", others would whisper behind your back as they see you tailing the Harbinger's figure. You were at his beck and call and usually the one that bears the brunt of his anger (or as you like to call it in your head - his temper tantrums.) It was exhausting work; trying to keep up with his demands.

But sometimes, you would see the eye of the storm. He was calm in those times, his voice losing the sharp edge it always seemed to have - like a storm temporarily diminishing into a gentle, soothing rain.

"What are you looking at? …The cherry trees?"

He hums, tipping his hat up as he stares at the lush pink trees, not minding the rain of petals falling on him due to the strong gust of wind. You think that he looks very beautiful.

"I don't need anything. Just stay there and don't make a sound."

You watch him collapse in pain after enduring the Doctor's experiments. Regardless of his protests, you help him get settled on his bed. You silently question why he doesn't see himself as a human. After all, he feels pain and suffering, just like everyone else.

Your current situation reminded you of those quiet nights with only the candle light to keep you company. But instead of seeing your Lord's eyes open the next day, he's been asleep for more than two months. Just as you think he's never going to wake up, he stirs from his slumber one morning, jolting you awake.

"...My Lord?" You call, making his pretty eyes focus on you.

"You're still here?" He mutters in disbelief, like he expected you to be gone from his side.

"Why wouldn't I be? I pledged loyalty to you, didn't I?"

Your honest words stun him into silence. He narrows his eyes, looking for a lie, a hint of deception and desire for personal gain.

He finds none. Just an honest fool that he picked up from the dirt littered with flowers and concrete.

"Idiot."

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"Do you… do you remember him?"

A floating fairy that carried the scent of stars asked you as she gestured to the man in blue. Four pairs of eyes stare at you in anticipation as you gaze at the man with a frown. He crosses his arms as he waits for your answer. You weren't expecting this strange turn of events at all. Your life was finally becoming peaceful under the kindness of the Dendro Archon. She gave you a home and a place to work. You needed nothing more. And yet, you feel like things are about to go upside down again with the presence of this strange man.

"I'm sorry. I don't know him." You said. Their gazes turn uneasy and the man in blue's neutral expression breaks for a moment.

"...But I feel like I should." You added, stepping forward to get a closer look. Not expecting the close proximity, he flinches and moves back, as if electrocuted.

"How dare-!"

"What's your name?" You ask, not paying attention to the spark of anger and embarrassment that appeared in his eyes.

"...Give me one." He says with a sigh.

"Pardon?" Did this familiar stranger really ask you to name him?

"How fascinating…" The Dendro Archon mumbles, placing a hand on her chin as she regards you with curious eyes. "Their memories were definitely erased… but somehow, the connection you formed with them was so strong that it resisted the data deletion process. There is a saying that the heart and mind are two separate things. In this case, the mind may have forgotten, but the feeling is still there. It seems you've garnered someone's loyalty regardless of your lack of divinity."

"...I suppose that's enough." The man in blue looks away, tipping his hat over his eyes.

"Well? Have you thought of a name yet?" He addresses you and you find yourself at the center of attention once again. They were actually serious about naming him…

"How about…"

The man in blue closes his eyes. You think you see the corner of his lips twitch upwards into a small smile.