Remote Working ! (twothau W/ Gn!reader)

𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

˖˚˳⊹ jealous sex feat. kazuha : xiao : ayato : childe : kaeya : diluc : zhongli : albedo x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : jealousy : possessive behavior (not detailed)

kazuha, who felt terrible right now, having those thoughts cross his mind and haunting him weren't any helpers, at all. He'd force himself to smile once meeting your eyes, slowly advancing towards you to embrace you in a tight hug, fingertips digging themselves into the soft flesh of your thighs. His lips needy and full of hunger on top of yours as he slowly traces them with his tongue, his digits tracking down your stomach until they hit the spot right above your heat, skilled fingers hooking around your pants and pushing himself down with one swift motion, your cunt welcoming him in an almost desperate way. His straightforwardness was a great distraction from the first finger he probed right at your hole, collecting your slick before inserting it with a low groan coming out of his throat. Kazuha knew he shouldn't be jealous right now - yet he couldn't help himself - needs to show you how crazy you‘re making him feel.

xiao, who was boiling at the thought of losing you to someone else. - It could happen anytime - the little voices in his head bickering around, though luckily, that's when your soft arms wrapped around his body, pulling him from the darkness that seemed to consume him. He'd search for your lips hungrily, surrendering to the passion you always managed to arouse in him. "You won't leave, right?" he's whimpering, a small whisper against your ear once he pushed his throbbing cock inside of your welcoming hole. "don't leave me. okay." and he's so sensitive right now, hiding his face and stifling his whiny cries while pushing his painfully hard cock in and out of you. It was beyond him now, warm tears running over his cheeks uncontrollably. You, who's slowly wrapping your arms around his body, making sure he understands that you'll never ever leave him behind. <3

ayato, who's never jealous, - in his eyes at least - , he's only worried for you to get in danger :( ! so it's only fair for him to show you that he's the only one who can bury his cock deep inside your throat. All kinds of fluids, yours and his combined, dribbling down the corners of your mouth to your chin and staining his dress pants and boxers in a downright pornographic way. You were choking and gulping around him messily, your skilled tongue lapping at the underside of his cock and grazing through the pulsating veins, flattering to caress the abused skin as you hollowed your cheeks. "Fuck." a low groan from deep inside his chest, his hands finding refuge in your hair as he rutted himself against your warm mouth, meeting your pace halfway. "I'm the only one who can ruin you like this, answer me." he's joking right, how could you possible answer him with his dick deep inside your throat. All you did though was look up at him through under your lashes, your eyes saying more than you ever could and that's when he saw the answer he was seeking from you.

childe, who'd rather die than admit he's jealous of a random person hitting on you. Is he getting clingy? surely, but that's only normal for him, right? He's desperately trying to hide his jealousy in front of you, but fails miserably once he has you spread out for him on the bed. "fuck." he's sighing between gritted teeth, his heavy cock finding refuge in your sobbing cunt, - finally - , he thought to himself. The raw feeling of his girth stretching you out and almost snapping you in half made it harder for you to stifle your moans, he was just way too big for you :( pulsating veins gazing through your walls, but ajax took his time tonight, much to your surprise. "why-." he's wincing, biting down on his lower lip and moving closer to your face, "who was that today?" His hips stilled for a moment just as he buried himself balls deep back into your warm embrace.

kaeya, who'd find it amusing, if anything. He knows he has nothing to fear, but what's that aching feeling in his chest? must be getting a cold, he figured. Couldn't shake it off though, he was beyond confused and the way he caged you against the bed once the both of you finally got home, only helped a bit. Another one of your cries falling deaf to his ears while his skilled fingers circled and pinched your glistering clit, synching the movements of your hips, leaving you breathless and shaking under the weight of his body. "Are you close? Tell me how it feels, come on." he's so needy right now, his body heat connecting with your own as he whispered more sinful things into your ear. The pace of his fingers never faltered, warm tears running down your cheeks at the intensity of your approaching orgasm that would reach you any moment now. "Please tell me how it feels." he's almost desperate at this point, once you realized that something was bothering him, —unable to place on what it was — you quickly proceeded to tell him just how much you loved him, over and over again. <3

diluc, who'd be embarrassingly obvious in front of you. His cheeks would fade a dark shade of red once you're actually confronting him about it. You're so close right now, breath fanning against his lips while slowly sliding your fingertips down the big dent that formed in his pants. "So, you weren't." stopping mid sentence, to slip your hand past his waistband and feel his growing erection throb against your palm, "jealous?" you finished your question off with a wink, roughly tracing his lips with your tongue which had him whining against you. His eyes blown as wide as saucers as he watched you stroke him lazily, his cock head poking out from his pants and archons, did it look angry, almost ready to cum on the spot. The view was way too lewd for him, groaning from the feeling of your warm hand circling and fisting his dick so fucking perfectly. "maybe." he was saying it through clenched teeth while holding onto your shirt for stability, "maybe a bit."

zhongli, who doesn't see the point of being jealous, but sometimes even he can get quite possessive towards you. He's trying desperately to hide those particular feelings, but he can't help it but be worried about you sometimes. That's only normal, right? "Come to me, darling." he'd motion you towards him, guiding and hoisting your body up so that your legs were on each side of his thighs. It wasn't long until you felt something hard brush against your legs, looking up at the man who had his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His facial expression almost made you cum untouched, half lidded eyes and hooked, slowly opening them and looking through his lashes. "I'm not fond of seeing you with them." he’s embarrassed, hiding his blushed out face in the nook of your neck, lips locking against your soft skin. You’re shuddering at the tenderness of his wet and sloppy kisses. He began to guide you carefully against his pulsating, throbbing length that he couldn't wait to plunge balls deep inside of you later, "you belong to me." you surely were making him loose all the cool he possessed today. <3

albedo knew what jealousy was, though he wasn't feeling it very often, it did show itself around his head from time to time. Whenever he does feel like he's getting quite possessive towards you, he'll always make sure to at first: tell himself that he has no reason to feel this way - and sometimes - only that would help to get it released from the tight grip of his thoughts. But once his heart started pumping ten times faster than normally at the mere sight of you, that's when it hit him again, all those sorrows and hurtful feelings came rushing back to him. They wouldn't leave him for the whole night, even if he tried. "Hmm." He'd just hum his replies, which you knew meant his mind was somewhere else completely. The harshness of his thrusts and his grip increasing without him realizing, burying himself deep inside your wet warmth, a broken moan escaping from his chest once he felt you clench. Luckily though, your skilled fingers would trace up his chest, finding refuge on his cheeks and pulling him close for a kiss, a whispery 'I love you' dancing from your mouth to his ears, calming him down in a heart beat. <3

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"first meeting"

setting after 3.3 interlude quest

𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗙𝗜𝗧 !

˖˚˳⊹ wearing a maid outfit for them feat. ayato : xiao : albedo : scaramouche : cyno : childe x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

"oh," his voice was deep, would lie if he says he wasn't totally surprised but archons, what a tease you were right now in those clothes of yours, "darling, what honor to see you like this." his chuckle was dark, from deep inside of his throat as he reached over his hand for you to take it. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, straddling him as you didn't waste anymore time, slowly circling your hips teasingly over his growing erection. His had lolled back in his leather chair as he scrunched his eyes shut for a moment. Your hands grabbed onto his soft hair, massaging his scalp without ever losing on pace, still grinding against his leaking cock.

It seemed like he was tired from work, lazily dragging your clothed folds over his growing bulge as he admired the beauty in front of him from underneath his brows. "You're my maid now, hmm?" he just hummed his question, half lidded eyes pointing at your features. "so." slowly hooking your white lace panties to the side so your pussy was bare on top of his hidden cock now, "You're supposed to do everything I say." he finished the sentence off with a wink, grabbing onto the soft flesh of your thighs to push you onto his cock harder and fuck, you just wanted to cum right here and there, —twisting and turning—, movements never faltering. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

You had your back to him when he opened the door to your knocking, but once turning quickly around to face your beautiful boyfriend, you saw his broad, surprised face, his cheeks blushed as he realized just what you were wearing right now. "I'm your maid tonight, baby." your voice was more cheeky than anything else, —almost baby like—, you knew he liked it that way. He only got more nervous the further he looked at your body, almost breaking the door frame he was holding on to right now. "a maid?" his question sounded over the top serious, as if he was trying his hardest to not let his guard down at all times.

"Yes." you paused before placing your pointer finger on his lips, "you can do whatever you want to me, tonight." slowly prancing it over his —lips, chest and stomach— until it hit his clothed bulge that was already throbbing against your touch. His adams apple bobbing harshly against his throat as xiao encircled your body with his arms, drawing you closer, letting you taste his hungry lips and archons, he can't remember the last time when he was this horny for you. Already ripping off all the unneeded fabric of your body to see your now exposed perky nipples wait for his touch. He didn't actually wait though and put the mounds of flesh in his mouth right away to suckle harshly on it while the other one was being pinched in between his thumb and pointer finger. You're in for a wild ride. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗟𝗕𝗘𝗗𝗢

he was honestly too stunned to speak at first, lowkey thought he missed an important event in mondstadt or something. Once you reassured him though, that it wasn‘t in fact an event, but a little something for him, he quickly let go of his tense expression. He‘s been always so good to you :( always making you feel good so it‘s only natural for you to give him a day of pleasure. "You can touch me, you know" you‘re grinning, so fucking proud of making him so unbelievably flustered right now, standing tall in front of him while albedo was still settled on his chair.

His hands slowly reached out for your hips to grab onto your soft flesh, feeling how good you felt underneath his skin made him throb against his pants, "push your dress up." he‘s cold with that certain command, taking it seriously now as he carefully hooked his fingers up the waistband of your white panties, dragging them down and exposing your soft folds to the cold room. He was quick with it, really. Pushing his head hard against your pussy to taste the already leaking juices while simultaniously grabbing onto your leg to slightly pull it up for good measure. You were only able to hold onto his scalp for additional support, unable to comprehend anything anymore as he ate you out like it was his last meal, slowly moving his pointer finger to your entrance to prod a digit in since he knows he had to prepare you before diving his fat cock into your needy pussy.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

you were currently kneeling in between his thighs, lazily suckling on his cock with a maid outfit that was already half ripped. By the looks of it you can clearly see that scaramouche was more than delighted to see you like this, so fucking obedient and ready to be devoured by his aura. "Fuck." his breathing was heavy, —but his tone was dark—, barely a whisper if anything, he doesn‘t want to show you just how off guard you caught him today, with that little stunt of yours. Just how dare you look all pretty in that maid dress, so confident with your breasts perking up nicely from the small corset, like a dream come true, really.

"don‘t you dare stop." he‘s whimpering now when you picked up on pace, remotely letting his tip hit the back of your throat, over and over again and archons, throat fucking you was his absolute favorite. The way you were trying to suck him in was almost to die for, groaning out against gritted teeth as he looked down on you. Your chin messily stained with both your saliva and his cum, a fucking sinful masterpiece in his eyes. His hands found refuge in your hair and pulled back a few of your strands so he could clearly see your fucked out face. You knew he was about to spill his seed into you once he was rutting his cock inside of your mouth, meeting your pace halfway and once he filled your throat with warm white ribbons, he —as always— expects you to swallow all of it like a good little maid would. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

He's a flustered mess, tries his hardest to hide it but fails regardless. Was just tinkering in his lab a moment ago when you decided too grace him with your appearance, head to toe with an adorable maid outfit. He gulped out harshly against his throat, licking his lips in nervousness before he advanced towards your waiting figure. "You." he stopped mid sentence once he reached you, lips mere inches away from one another, "you're beautiful." he caught his breath in his throat, feeling how your fingers lazily stroked over his stoned stomach.

It didn't take cyno long to actually close the distance between your faces and kiss you passionately, at first it was more teeth and tongue than anything though, far too gone in your beauty had him already seeing stars. His hands quickly finding refuge on your behind as he felt up the tiny lace that decorated your body in the utmost erotic way, he's so fucking lucky to have you. His fingertips prancing over your pussy, —that eagerly awaited him already—, as he prodded the first digit against your hole, teasing you for what's more to come later. He didn‘t want to overdo it but once he felt you basically rut against his pointer finger, he immediately went in knuckles deep, grazing in with his nails before finding that sweet spot of yours. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

after a long work day, ajax thought he‘d come home to your cute figure sleeping soundly on your shared bed but once he actually saw you waiting for him, —dressed like a maid—, he could already feel his cock twitch deep inside his pants. Balls getting heavy by the mere thought of filling you up with his seed tonight, can‘t wait to be honest. He‘s licking his lips before narrowing an eyebrow at you, "what do we have here?" His question was almost cute, really, as you slowly guided him on top of you so he‘d hover over your body. Creaking noises of the bed —because of his added weight— were falling against deaf ears once you spread your legs further apart for him. He was licking his lips as if he was preparing himself for a meal, which he kind of was if we‘re being honest.

You could feel him smirk against your body once he placed wet kisses all over your stomach, pushing up the dress so he‘d see your soaked lace panties that were desperately waiting to be ripped apart by him, which he then, —of course did—. Carefully lowering his head to place a messy kiss on your throbbing folds, licking all the way up your clit to slowly circle his tongue over your bundle of nerves. He won‘t stop there though, ajax really wanted to taste you tonight, moving down to your hole to desperately suckle up everything you gave him so far. "My cute little maid, only spreading your legs for me, right?" he grinned at you while sliding his first digit in, going back to grinding his tongue against your clit. <3

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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗠 !

˖˚˳⊹ you teach him feat. xiao : gorou : kazuha : childe : diluc : heizou x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

you’re placing xiao‘s hands against the warm flesh of your hips, slowly guiding yourself up so you‘d hover over his length. He‘s nervous, more so tense about what he‘s going to feel next. "Take it easy." you reassure him, cupping his face with your hand while the other one intertwined their fingers with his own. You lowered yourself at a leasurely pace, dropping your weight against his throbbing cock.

xiao is arching his back at the feeling, his movements meeting your own as you— bit by bit grinded against his length until it was finally buried deep inside of you. His breath heaved against your own, —and he‘s squirming—, already feeling the overstimulation take place. Your hands finding refuge against his own bigger ones, —that were still grabbing harsh on your flesh while also leaving crescent formed buds all over your hips—, introducing him to a slow but steady pace. He was so good, so eager to learn but more importantly so impatient to finally make you feel good. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗨

your hands will always find their way on gorou's head, massaging his scalp while also gradually grabbing more and more of his hair strands to pull on harshly. His face was smushed deeply against your sobbing cunt, legs lazily thrown over his shoulders while he placed soft open mouthed kisses along your glistering folds. "yes." you're purring, "you're so good." gorou's ears sharpened at the way of your soft praises, —truly sounded like music to him— while he was eating your pussy as if it’s his last meal.

his tongue now attempting to be experimental as he lowered his position to be in front of your hole, prodding the tip in. You arched your back at the sensation, retracting your hips so he’d have better access. Your hands grabbed a fistful of his hair when you pushed him a bit lower, —where you knew you needed it the most— and gorou followed suit immediately. He’s more than happy that you’re vocal with him, voicing your needs and showing him how it’s done. Makes him hump his ever growing erection against the mattress quite hard without even realising. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

your hand tightly wrapped around kazuha‘s wrist to guide him while he‘s fingering your hole. He‘s slow with it, taking his time to pump his digits in and out of your quivering pussy. You set a comfortable pace for the both of you while he hid himself in the crook of your neck to place open mouthed kisses against your skin, warm breath setting shivers down your spine. The feeling of his rough tongue tracing and sucking on your earlobe had you almost unravel if it wasn‘t for your somewhat strong self control.

"right there." you‘re mewling now, he got your sweet spot figured out, "right there." your whining was like music to his ears if anything. He couldn‘t wait to get addicted to the feeling of finger fucking you every day now. Slowly retracting the position of his hand so he‘d reach even deeper when he began to scissor your tiny little cunt. The squelching noises filling the room and rolling down the walls was almost downright pornographic in a way. "You‘re a fast learner." you bit back a moan with that sentence— also saying it with a grin. You let go of his wrist at some point to let him toy with you as he pleased. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

childe‘s laying next to you while you’re fisting his cock lazily, remotely spitting on your palm to use your saliva as a natural lubricant. You‘re propping yourself up with one arm to give him better access to your cunt. Not to mention that the smile that formed on his lips came from recalling how wet you got from simply giving him a handjob, what a sight to behold in his eyes. That‘s when he hooked his fingers into your waistband, prodding his slender digits over your glistering folds to make you feel good himself. You retracted your hips so he‘d have it easier to access the places he needed to while he remained eye contact.

"Am i doing it right?" he‘s cooeing into your ear— almost taunting, a whiny breath escaping ajax once you particularly harshly circled your wrist over his blushed tip. your hand that was pleasuring him just a moment ago reached over to his wrist to take it in your hold, —you‘re laying down now—, pushing your hips a bit upwards to prod one of his fingers into your hole. Ajax swore he saw stars there, your boldness was so unbelievably sexy and he wanted to learn and see more. "There." you‘re throwing your head back, —whincing and turning—, once he pushed his fingers knuckles deep inside of your cunt. Feeling you remotely squeeze his digits was almost downright pornographic, childe knew he‘d get addicted of that particular warmth. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

you‘re calming diluc down, soft fingertips tracing over his warm abdomen which made him shiver against your touch. He‘s whincing, turning his body left and right and unable to stay still while you‘re straddling him now. You lightly retracted your hips so you could hover over his leaking cock, circling your lower body to coat his tip with your juices. "Just leave it to me." you‘re reassuring him, guiding your body down while you took his hands in your own, placing them on your thighs.

"you‘re so good diluc." you‘re cooeing at him now while he‘s slowly rutting his hips up to meet your painfully unhurried pace halfway. "you‘re a quick learner." finishing that sentence of with a wink, you leaned down to have your upper body against his own, skin on skin becoming one from the overall heat had the both of you radiate warmth on each other. His arms looping around your waist was only the beginning when he retracted his hips so he‘d hit your sweet spot deep within your hole. Diluc wasn‘t even sure if he was supposed to make any noise but he also couldn‘t stop himself from moaning against your ear whenever you dropped your whole weight down his hard cock. He was lost, red hair strands sticking on his forehead and chanting your name while his eyes were tightly scrunched shut, he knew he wouldn‘t be able to go without feeling your cunt enveloping him at least once a day.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

heizou always thought about it, having you spread out on the bed, bare and ready in front of him. Is slightly embarrassed by the amounts of times he actually daydreamed about you, —would never tell you either—. Yet here you were now, although not laid down on the bed, the both of you hid in a small alley with him knuckles deep inside of your cunt. He doesn‘t even recall on how the both of you got there, it all really started with a heated out make-out session until he couldn‘t help himself but to hook his fingers into the elastic of your pants.

"slower." you‘re breathing against his abused lips— that were so very much red from kissing you earlier, "go slower, please." you‘re whining out at his fingernails that were grazing over your bundle of nerves, his thumb sliding over your cunt carefully. You could tell he wasn‘t exactly sure on what to do, yet he wanted to make you cum so bad, he‘s so fucking in love and wanted to impress you somehow :( that‘s when you decided to take his wrist in your hand, grinding yourself into his fingers and retracting them slowly so they‘d hit your sweetspot. "Right there." your face hazy and filled with lust, heizou understood immediately and pumped his fingers in and out of you harsher now, making sure to remain knuckles deep inside of your sloppy cunt at all times. Maybe you‘ll let him taste your juices later! but only if he made you cum beforehand. <3

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sumeru next top model™

don’t mind me— I’m just casually spreading my megane scara agenda 😎

Title: Clipped Wings.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Obsessive Behavior and Implied Imprisonment.

Ayato thought he might’ve loved you most, in moments like this.

Quiet and still, tucked safely into his bed, your eyes shut and your breathing steady and your body curled into his side. Your clothes had been left elsewhere, most likely in a heap on the floor or splayed across some inconsequential piece of furniture, allowing your skin to press against his without barriar, and he did what he could to savor your warmth without disturbing you, without doing anything to change the way your head rested on his chest or how your arms wrapped around his midriff – your hold on him growing tighter as you rested.

You were beautiful, exhausted and at peace, and he knew you’d be beautiful in the morning, too, as your rubbed the sleep from you eyes and buried your face in his neck, and the next day, when you’d take him by the hand and drag him off to do something that you’d never done before, whether that meant venturing into Inazuma City for another night of saké and street food or convincing an easily-swayed captain to ferry you over to Kannazuka Island to chase after vague rumors of abandoned mines and dead gods left to rot. Off to do something new, whatever that happened to entail.

If he had his way, this would last forever. Just the two of you, caught up in each other’s embrace, waiting for morning to come with a tempered sort of excitement. Together, with you by his side and him by yours, until the Gods eroded into nothing and all of Teyvat ceased to be.

Hah.

As if you would ever be so merciful.

You’d been clear about your intentions from the start. An adventurer, you’d called yourself, despite your refusal to associate with any recognizable guild or clan – a thrill-seeker travelling with the sole intention of seeing everything and doing everything. You’d been so blunt, admitting that you’d only come to Inazuma by chance, openly regarding his title and his disposition as little more than eccentricities to be examined and adored until something else, something more interesting came along. He was sure you would’ve loved Ayaka’s modest valiance, fawned over Thoma and all his many contradictions, but Ayato thought it would be wise to keep you to himself, for the time being. To protect his own pride, if not to draw out the remnants of your fleeting attention.

You were like a bird of the isles, flitting from place to place, satisfied never to build a nest of your own. Tonight, you might be content to perch yourself on his shoulder, to sing your sweetest song for him and no one else, but the moment something more rare, something more captivating, something more interesting caught your eye, you’d be off, looking for another place to roost – all while Ayato faded into little more than a distant memory. If you'd even remember him at all.

You’d been honest enough about that, too, speaking at length about all your many ‘friends’ in distant nations, comparing his estate to the sprawling manors of Mondstadt and the shinning chambers floating above Liyue’s harbor. You were happy to find yourself in his bed now, sure, and he had no doubt that you held some form of fondness for him when he felt your fingers in his hair and your lips on his, but already, he knew you were making other plans, wondering aloud if they accepted weary travelers on Watatsumi Island or how difficult it would truly be to make the acquaintance of the priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine. He knew it was only your nature, that you meant him no harm by planning your departure so plainly, but he couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit hurt. He couldn’t help but feel like his precious songbird was simply biding its time, waiting for an opprotunity abandon him.

A small, prying part of him was tempted to panic, to rush, to try and hold your attention for just a few more days, whether he had to plan an impromptu festival or burn the Almighty Shogun’s palace to the ground with his own two hands. If he gave you something to do, if he made sure you were well-occupied and, more importantly, well-entertained, then you might stay, might continue to let him bask in your bright laughter and sun-like warmth for just a while longer. It was a childish kind of hope, born of an adolescence with too little company and too many burdens. He knew better than to think it would be so easy. He knew better than to think that simply delaying your withdrawal would make it any less painful.

No, no. Ayato wasn’t so naïve. Ayato knew this wouldn't be so simple.

Ayato knew that, even with the most guilded cage he was able to provide, his songbird would still eventually fly away from him, and he'd be the one left longing for your music.

A longing he knew, already, that he wouldn't be able to endure.

You stirred as he sat up, but your eyes remained closed and you didn’t wake up. With no small amount of hesitation, he called out to the man he knew would be on the other side of his bedroom door – just where Ayato had asked him to be, should he make up his mind about just what to do with you before sunrise. “Thoma?”

There was a slight delay, a muffled voice. "Lord Kamisato?”

“Find a healer. Bring them to my door and keep them on standby, but don’t let anyone in until I tell you to do so.”

“Of course, my lord.”

Ayato waited until Thoma's footsteps were completely out of earshot, then raised his right hand - watching as a thin stream of water climbed his wrist, curled around his fingertips, and began to take shape in the palm of his hand. Such literal hydro manifestations had never been his specialty, but he was willing to push the limits of his abilities, if only for a few minutes. And a blade was such a simple tool, made to fill such a simple role – even the most inexperienced of vision users should’ve been able to summon one at will. He was sure he could manage, for your sake.

After all, the was only one way to truly keep a songbird caged, and that was to remove its wings entirely.

genshin men and their red flags in relationships . ( gn! reader . )

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ fear not, dearest . for some dream of mortals are sunrise stained and spring warmth flavored, others find no purer solace than the serene melody of an everlasting winter blizzard. you are the bearer of the stars - the one ruler of thy fate .

characters : kaedehara kazuha , diluc ragnvindr , xiao , albedo , venti , tartaglia , scaramouche , kaeya alberich .

genre / warning : angst / view on red flags . mentions of controlling/manipulative behavior , yandere tendencies / traits mentioned .

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[ conflict avoidant personality ] - kazuha is a true pacifist- too much so. respectful is he, his love like the first snow, beautiful, gentle and graceful. everything would seem perfect for a seemingly long time until one day he starts avoiding you. no matter how hard you try, you couldn't fit within his reach. in reality, he had been avoiding every bit of negativity in your relationship under any cost to preserve the peace, hoping day and night for the problem to solve itself. each time he felt his space being disrupted, every single small discomfort or dissatisfaction he felt in the relationship because of you, kazuha was afraid to offend you and break your bond, so he had endured with a polite smile and a kiss on your cheek. but the limit has come in the end. whilst you were dancing, basking in the beautiful wonderland of the love he built for you all along, he found no energy to pretend anymore. even until the end, he couldn't tell you his boundaries, you didn't find out what you could've done better. really, like the scarlet leaves pursuing wild waves, he was gone. no matter how hard you ran, you couldn't reach his soul anymore. maybe if you'd noticed his strained smile, maybe if you tried harder to read between the lines... you would never know now, would you ?

[ possessiveness ] - diluc is a wounded, but gentle soul. life has turned for the worse too quick for the young lad, having lost so, so much for someone his age. because of that, he was guarded. once upon a time you were outside of his stone cold walls too, knocking gently for him to trust you, to return your everlasting warm love. and trust you, he did. your love was like a burning fire, passionate and endearing. everything diluc wanted, you were the embodiment, his dear loving angel. he loved you, so so much to the point he would feel fear and anxiety pumping in his veins all the time. are they hurt? are they feeling comfortable right now? are they hungry, feeling sad or lonely? every part of you, he wants to protect with each piece of his own soul. anything you needed him for, anything you desired, he was willing to tear himself down limb by limb if necessary. diluc fell deeper in love with you each passing moment, and with his suffocating love grew his possessiveness. of course that guy was flirting with you, stay away from him. of course she didn't mean well giving you that suspicious flower, didn't you look at her mocking gaze while she offered it to you? it might be harmful. turn to me. rely on me. use me. need me. i'm all yours, all you'll ever need. i'll protect you darling, i love you so.

[ overprotectiveness ] - xiao isn't well versed in mortals, relationships or anything of the sort. he warned you, pushed you away, avoided you, even almost threatened you (with no ill intent) countless times in fear of harming both you and himself and convinced himself that it was for the good. but did it work? no. with your persistence, he was later able to accept that even he with bloodstained hands and karma-wrecked soul, deserved kindness and love. so he embraced you, the fragile, delicate mortal who he wanted to keep by his side for as long as heavens allowed them. he was so careful, asking, affirming and making sure before doing anything at all from touching, holding, fondling and gently kissing. his love felt feather light like butterfly wings caressing your heart. however even a butterfly wing's flap could cause a storm. if left unattended, if not explained and communicated properly, xiao would spend minutes, hours, days worrying over your safety. he would quietly inspect every inch of your body with his piercing eyes to make sure there were no bruises, wounds or anything of the sort. if you fell ill, he would scold you that you were careless to have gone out in the cold weather with your overly skimpy pretty human clothes, not even noticing your eyes silently watering at his coldness. and if anyone dare hurt you, whether it be verbally or physically, he would be willing to tear them apart, have them taste the vigilant yaksha's blood-curdling cold fury. you closed your eyes and hoped, wished desperately for his wrath to come to an end. your beloved alatus, you whisperer - you could fix this behavior, he is just not familiar with humans and your emotions... right?

[ knowing / unknowing manipulation ] - albedo silently prided himself in absorbing knowledge and social necessities quickly. he had spent a long time with humans and often even felt connected to the mortals already, so he didn't doubt his ability to be a loving partner to you and accepted with a gentle smile on his pretty face when you confessed your love. from the first touch of your hands to the first time you made love, everything was perfect- it felt like a fairy tale - your heart was safe in your beloved kreideprinz's delicate hands. but each day that passed, you just couldn't calm down the voices in your head whispering, warning you that something was wrong. you see, often time when you voiced out your concern or a small problem to him, albedo would listen to each of them with utmost undivided attention. he would ponder, comprehend, then accept your stance and apologize. after that, he'd decide to change and never do it again, molding into your desires perfectly. it had never been a problem before, but when he started subtly asking, demanding for you to keep your hair longer, to cut off your ties to some of your friends with "ulterior motive", to quit your current job and look for another because it "overworked you too much", you felt too much pressure. when you finally voiced this like your other problems though, albedo blinked and confusedly tilted his head in a questioning manner. he, for once, didn't see the problem. humans were give-and-take from nature, are they not? if you asked something of him, he would gladly change and make an effort for you. he's been doing so each and every time, it's only fair that he did the same to you whether it be with your knowledge or not. you were so happy with him, weren't you? you were happy when he said you looked more attractive with longer hair, and that friend of yours ended up badmouthing you to everyone after you cut ties, didn't they? see, he was right all along, he was doing just what was right to keep his love away from those... lowlives. he laced his fingers with yours with a charming, seductive smile, wrapping your tender heart with his tightly-woven red strings of destiny he weaved with you, as he liked to believe.

[ overwhelming affection and attachment issues ] - tartaglia knew he was a hard person to love. heck, he didn't even think he was ready for love but the first time he laid his ocean eyes on you, he swore his world stopped. you just had to be his. because of his certainty and determination, he courted you, bought you flowers and asked you out on a dinner date. brought you to lingju pass and opened your eyes to the beautiful view of jade moons over sea of clouds. he was a breath of fresh air, always leaving you wanting more, excitement and starstruck a part of your daily routine by now. but you were anxious that after a while, tartaglia's feelings would change. he was a fatui harbinger, it would be bothersome for him to remain committed, wouldn't it? oh, my sweet, sweet darling he laughed when you first voiced your worries. he held you in his hands, hugging you oh so tightly and pressed soft kisses on your shoulders to your neck. you see, he was worried to overwhelm you. from the moment he saw you, from your first encounter, he had already decided that you were his as he was yours. but if you were thinking such useless thoughts in your pretty head, you needed more validation, right? so he gave you just that. he spent millions, billions of mora to buy you expensive gifts, pretty things that reminded him of you. he would take you to snezhnaya to his family, showing you off and playfully claiming (or was he?) that you were his fiancée, the one he was promised to. he whispered words of love and promises of eternity each and every day, every moment you two locked eyes. the more you spent time with him, the fire in his eyes no longer seemed warm, it felt like it was burning you along inside. when his honey-laced voice confidently declared everlasting love, cuddling you and inhaling your scent that he would like to smell even on his death bed, you felt like his "eternal love" was more of a threat than you first assumed.

[ gaslightling / ignoring boundaries ] - venti has spent long, long lonely years in the physical form of his lost "partner". among those years in rapidly flowing time, he was not expecting to find someone possibly even dearer to him than his old friend. but oh his lovely, lovely muse, you were the embodiment of all the love songs he had ever heard in over his millenniums-long existence. but ah, just as he expected a relationship with a mortal came with many problems. he would hug you, kiss you, touch you any time of the day anywhere and giggle innocently in your ear- silently daring you to say no. if you did express your discomfort and voiced your problems with his overly-touchy behavior in the center of a blasting city in midday, he would just laugh and ignore your cute little protests. if you did emphasize and get angry or hurt over his little concern for your boundaries, he would be very confused. but this is what all lovers do, kiss, hug and all that! you're just being too sensitive, my muse. it's fine, no one cares what we do, i promise. he'd hum and hold you tight in his arms, just wanting to bask in your warmth as long as possible. he knew you wouldn't be by your side forever, he claimed. that's why he doesn't hold back, he explains further while holding your hands on his chest, that's why he never wants to be apart from you, because he loves you so much and wants to spend all of his time with you. it's fine love, i understand your boundaries! but you're just not used to receiving this affection dear, i'll teach you. it's fine, venti cooed in your ear with the softest, gentlest voice he can muster to tickle your fragile heart, to make you understand he is just doing this out of love, trapping you in his maze once again.

[ afraid of commitment / doesn't commit ] - kaeya was an enigma nobody could fully unravel, and he was all-too aware of it. he made sure to keep up that facade, after all. he had a lifelong mission, an unattended decision to make when the time has come. he had responsibilities, ones that would never ever end as long as he breathes, walks this godforsaken world but damn, he wanted you. he wanted you so bad, he wanted to whisper forever in your ear, he wanted to wipe your tears when you were struggling with nightmares (he was not a stranger to them too, the nightmares. but even that, even a trivial weakness like that, he didn't let you know.) , he wanted to wake up to you sleeping safe and sound next to him every single day. he didn't know what possessed him that day to accept your confession, maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was how beautiful the night skies were under the big tree of windrise combined with your pretty eyes avoiding his in embarrassment while uttering words of love- innocent, but truthful warm love for him, kaeya alberich. or maybe, just maybe because he truly loved you more than you ever knew, did he accept your confession with his signature coy smirk and teasing words. but kaeya was afraid now. he was afraid of how warm and fuzzy he felt around you, afraid of how all of his dreams (nightmares) were away for too long now. instead, each and every night he dreams of your featherlight kisses, your dazzling smile and your voice whispering i love you. if this keeps up, he knew all too well that his attention would be divided, that he would hurt you, him and everyone else around when the doomed time were to come. so he did you a favor, he convinced himself. kaeya smirked in that annoyingly fake, seductive way and declared that you were just not meant to be. he wouldn't say anything else and end your relationship with the same teasing smile on his lips. little did you know, the proud smirk fell the moment you left with teary eyes. he knew you wouldn't stay in mondstadt for long after that. at least for a while. he muttered to himself, at least for a while, you would be safe. safe from him. safe from the disaster he was cursed, obligated to cause one day.

[ anger issues / violence ] - scaramouche. where should you even start with him? oh the mighty harbinger balladeer, or should you even call him that? you scoffed, staring at the sunset in a mockingly beautiful estate he bought you on the land of inazuma- the one he was born- oh no, created in. he had multiple fancy estates, mansions bought under your name in each state of teyvat now, since you were to accompany him everywhere anytime he desired. you grimaced a bit at the stinging sensation when the servant girl wiped the lighting-shaped scar he had left you a while ago. it was still stinging, throbbing with tingles that made your stomach drop in uncertainty. a claim, a physical engraving over your body mind and soul, scaramouche claimed when he marked you with this... ugly scar. it might look like a normal lightning, similar to the electro vision shape if closely inspected. to some it may even look pretty, and that made you all the more upset. the o mighty balladeer was so flawless sometimes, apologizing to you in that sickeningly fake sweet voice, caressing your body gently with his "love" if he was even capable of such emotions. you silently cursed the day you fell in love with him and you felt forsaken now, since he claimed, and from then on miraculously "shared" your emotions. to him, he was doing everything to keep you, his pretty doll lover by his side. he didn't mind having your loving gaze on him, your pretty head full of his thoughts and most importantly, having someone who thought he was worth loving. someone who wouldn't abandon him. someone his. he would never let you go, he would love you, he would keep you by his side. that's what you agreed for from the start, didn't you? of course he sometimes lashed out, mildly harmed you mentally or physically from time to time and all, of course scaramouche understood that. he understood it well, he was not perfect after all- no one is! but if you try to talk to him about his flaws, he would laugh in your face as though you made a hilarious joke. who were you to say that to him? were you perfect? no you weren't - he would state each and every moment you defied his orders and made him dissatisfied, every single moment he remembered that you made the slightest bit of mistakes- but then in the end, stress that he kept you by his side even though you were such an ungrateful little "lover". he didn't abandon you, he didn't even harm you on purpose! he just left a physical engraving on you to wandering airheads who might think to touch what was his, what's wrong with labeling what is rightfully his? you offered yourself up to him, you said you loved him first, you started this. he was not going to let you slide so easily. his pretty, pretty little doll. all his, he murmured when he kissed your lightning scar on your thigh. love me, love me, love me more, my doll.

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#FIRST TIME !

;feat. xiao, thoma, + kazuha / afab!reader

;contents. loss of virginity, pining, corruption, my clit enthusiasm shines thru, wet&messy, creampie, dirty talk, sweet talk, praise kink, -- warnings on individual parts. NOT EDITED SORRY!!!!

;request. idk if you already got a request like this, but could you do a ‘first time’ scenario with xiao, kazuha, and thoma as these soft doms that y/n’s been dating for a while but they refuse to make a move bc they don’t want to feel like they’re disrespecting y/n? That is until one day, the both of them realize that they both mutually have been pining for it.

｡˚ a/n. thank you for requesting !!!! i apologize for the unhinged filth this turned out to be idk what came over me

✣ all characters presumed to be 18+

୨୧ minors do not interact. reblogs/comments appreciated!

requests are open!

୭ XIAO

cw: ur both insecure, hurt/comfort, crybaby!reader, sweet!xiao to feral!xiao, wet&messy, cunnilingus, fingering, choking if u squint, immense build up of foreplay, dacryphilia, lots of breast worship

he's very respectful + he's got kind of low self worth so he often feels like he's not good enough for you + so he never pushes any boundary you set + despite the fact that he wishes he could caress you and kiss every inch of your body + he holds himself back + until you break first by tearfully asking if he even finds you attractive + he's more than happy to show you just how much he appreciates every part of you <3

the sight of your tears makes him feel sick to his stomach. anxiety, something he hasn't felt in so long, bubbles up as he rushes to you. he holds your wet cheeks in his gloved hands, urging you to meet his gaze.

it breaks his heart, the tears that are welled on your lashes before the drip down your cheeks. your lips wobble as you sniffle, hands coming up to hold his biceps with trembling hands.

"why are you crying?" his voice comes out softer than he expected -- a tone he's been practicing on using with you since you sometimes mistake his coldness for maliciousness.

"i...i feel like you don't...you don't like me, xiao," your voice breaks and so does his very soul.

"what?" he feels breathless as he asks. how could you ever think that?

he knows that he's not the best at expressing himself. but he's trying. and he thought you saw that. maybe he wasn't clear enough? maybe he wasn't improving as well as he thought he was?

his mind races with millions of thoughts, his own frame beginning the shake at the sorrowful mess he's reduced you to without even realizing.

how long had you been feeling this way? were you bottling you tears up without him knowing? he felt like a fool, he felt awful -- he's so clearly, shamefully failed you and he doesn't know what to do.

"don't you find me pretty, xiao?" you weakly ask.

everything halts in that moment. his brain is silent, all thoughts on pause except your question that replays over and over in his head.

he's silent for far too long it seems because your face crumples before you're sobbing, pushing him away before rushing to the bed where you hide your face in the pillow, hoping to cry your sorrows away.

xiao stands still for a moment before he's quickly following you. approaching the bed, he watched the way your shoulders heave as you cry.

you feel stupid. of course someone like xiao wouldn't find a simple little human like you pretty. he's no doubt seen dozens of beauties in his time being alive. how could you ever hope to compare to gods and adepti alike?

"i..." he starts, placing his hand on your back, slowly stroking along your spine, wracking his brain for how he can convey what it is he feels, "i find you..." he clears his throat, "i find you intoxicating. you're addictive. i want you all the time, i want to be in your presence every moment of the day. i want to be able to watch you smile and...be the reason for your smile. i think that you...are the most...divine creature i have ever seen in all my life."

his cheeks and ears are burning by the time he finishes. he doesn't like feeling so vulnerable, laying his every desire and thought out for you to absorb.

he finds that you've fallen silent. it takes a moment before you finally look at him. even after crying your heart out, you're still so lovely to him. he can't help but reach out and touch your cheek again.

"do you...really mean that, xiao?" you ask, slowly sitting up. you look apprehensive as you inch towards him, looking up at him from where you kneel on the bed.

"i do..." he breathes, "i've learned...so much from you. but i still need to learn so much more. but i am always trying to be..." he pauses, brows coming together as he frowns, "to be good enough for someone so good like you."

"i...i really love you, xiao," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle with your head resting on his taut stomach, "and i want you to love me too."

"i do," he answers without hesitation, cupping the back of your head, "i love you."

you squeeze him a little tighter, "then why haven't you shown me?"

"what do you mean?" he asks, wracking his brain for ways he could possibly show you. he makes sure to kiss you when he gets home and when he leaves, he holds you while you sleep, he consciously makes sure to sweetly touch you so you know that he wants to be near you.

what could he possibly be missing?

"you never try to touch me," you whisper.

"i am touching you," he speaks so softly in return, carefully caressing the back of your head to reiterate his words.

"not like that," you look up at him once again and he sees how your gaze changes. how shy and small you look, almost embarrassed as you say it, "a different touch...like...like this..."

his breath hitches when you take his hand, fingers wrapped delicately around his wrist so he can pull away at any moment if he wishes to. but he doesn't.

his gaze follows your hand, watches his fingers disappear under the hem of your shirt where he can feel the heat of your bare skin seeping through his glove.

when you let go of his hand, he doesn't move it. instead, he reaches up further, ghosting past the dip of your waist and to your ribs. the curve of his thumb and index rests just below the swell of your breast -- which he can tell is completely bare.

he swallows the lump in his throat, "you want me...to touch you like this?"

"mhm," you hum, your hands sliding up the front of his body to his neck before you pull him down for a kiss.

he topples over you, dropping you both onto the mattress. he catches himself of his free hand, deepening the kiss with a desperation he's never felt.

all this time, you've wanted him more than he could ever fathom. a sweet, pure thing like you, has wanted him -- with his filthy, defiled hands and tormented soul. you've been begging for him and he hadn't even realized it.

he thins back to all the signs he missed. when you would ask him if he wanted to shower with you and he replied no, he didn't want to disturb you. when you threw your leg over his while in bed and pressed your heat against his thigh only for him turn you over so he could hold you closer.

he never even fathomed that you could possibly want someone like him.

but here you were.

tugging at his clothes with a desperation he had never seen from you.

"y-you want me too, right xiao?" you ask softly, cupping his cheeks when you notice the wide-eyed look on his face.

"yes," he breathes, pulling away from you to rid himself of the clothing covering his upper half, "i do."

you almost forget how to breathe when he pulls his gloves off of his hands, tossing them away before his hand hands are on you.

they're warm, almost burning hot and rough with calluses that make goosebumps rise on your skin where he touches.

his hand finds its way under your shirt again. neither of you breathe as he slowly makes his way to your breast, pausing just a moment to meet your gaze before cupping it.

"soft..." he muses aloud, thumbing your nipple until is hardens beneath the pad of his thumb, "can i see you?"

you nod, relaxing against the bed with your arms on either side of your head. the position is vulnerable, one of pure trust that doesn't go unnoticed by him.

he pushes the hem of your shirt up, licking his lips when he finally sees your breasts. his fingers lightly pluck at your nipples, pinching and rolling them in a way that makes your breathing speed up.

he can see it too. the way your chest heaves up and down as if you can't get enough oxygen. your skin is burning hot and your heart pounds in your chest so hard he can feel it when he presses his palm there.

"calm..." he mutters, "calm down, little one."

you whimper at the nickname that does nothing to calm you. instead you only grow more restless.

your panties are sticking to you uncomfortably. you're so turned on that you can feel the way your cunt clenches around nothing, drooling messily into your panties. you squirm beneath xiao, thighs rubbing together to relieve the ache that settles between them.

sensing how badly you need him, xiao strips you of your shirt before he leans down. you watch, frozen with wide eyes as his lips wrap around one of your nipples. his tongue is hot, swirling and lashing against the bud.

one hand slips beneath the band of your pants and under your panties, the tips of his fingers resting just above your folds. he's so close to touch you, to feeling just how wet you've become. but he doesn't move.

you're teased with having his touch so close while his mouth works your nipples, swapping between giving them both attention.

you're trembling and his attention only makes you gush more and more into your panties. you feel like you could cum right then and there without ever having him properly touch you.

it feels like hours that he does this. occasionally leaning up to bring you in for a kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth so you can fully taste him before he pulls away with strings of spit connecting the two of you. then he's back to torturing your nipples. yet his hand remains stagnant in your panties.

no matter how much you rut your hips up, desperately trying to get him to touch you properly, he evades it. he acts like he doesn't realize how needy you are, how wound taut you are.

you can't take it anymore. your clit aches, throbbing and twitching as it begs for just the slightest touch to push you over the edge. you're sure the brush of your panties would make you cum right now but his hand buried in them keeps them just too far to offer anything.

a sob tears from your chest and xiao looks up. as opposed to the look of horror when he saw your tears before, his gaze only darkens at the sight of tears dripping down your cheeks now.

he pops off of your nipple and leans up, pecking your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"look at me," he breathes, waiting for your eyes to flutter open again. but they don't so he says again, firmer, "look at me."

your eyes open then, glassy and unfocused. he entrances you, the focus returning to your gaze once more as you become acutely aware of the u breaking eye contact he locks you in.

finally, finally his fingers inch down. there's a loud, sticky sound as they spread your folds before pressing against your clit.

you cum immediately, eyes still locked with his. you squeal and cry as his fingers slowly draw circles on your pulsing clit, urging more and more cum to gush from your cunt.

he watches every expression. he sees the way your eyes flutter, wishing to roll to the back of your head but unwilling to break eye contact with him. your pupils blow out and your entire body trembles and shakes through the mind-numbing high he finally gifts you.

when your orgasm finally dissipates he pulls back, finally freeing you from the eye contact. your eyes fall closed and you pant, legs still occasionally twitching through the aftershocks.

you're floating, boneless as he tugs your pants and panties off.

creamy, sticky strings of your cum cling to your panties when he pulls them away. your cunt is covered in a slick film and he can still see the way your clit and cunt throb. your hole winks, drooling more every time.

and his mouth waters.

any rational thought flies out of his head as he cups the back of your knees and pins you open for him.

"xiao!" you cry, testing his hold on your thighs by trying to squeeze them shut. but it's no use.

you can feel the puffs of his breath against your pussy and it makes you clench. his tongue slowly falls from his mouth, strings of spit dripping down between your folds before he finally licks a fat stripe between them.

he holds his tongue out, letting you see the creamy mess you leave on it before he closes his mouth and swallows, his eyes rolling back at your taste.

"so sweet," he rasps, opening his eyes again, "i want more."

he descends once more, loudly slurping your swollen, sensitive clit into the heat of his mouth. your hands fly to his hair, desperate for something to hold onto as he eats your cunt unabashedly.

he holds your folds open with his thumbs so he can tongue your hole, pausing every once in a while to visibly swallow every drop of cum he collects. every time his tongue finds your entrance, he feels you clench around it and nearly cums on the spot in his pants.

his entire face is wet, but he doesn't care. he's panting, moaning as he feasts upon you. there is no place he would rather be in that moment than right there between your legs.

delicate, skilled fingers tug the hood of your clit back before pressing the flat of his tongue against the exposed bud, taking incredible joy in the way you kick and squeal at the overwhelming feeling before he finally backs off.

his own pupils look like the widen and contract, seemingly glowing a deep yellow as he slowly cleans his face, making sure that you watch his every movement, every time he licks his lips and every time his throat bobs when he swallows.

this xiao is nothing like what you know. this xiao is feral, unhinged and completely drunk on you. any self-restraint he once had has snapped and left behind a desperate, starving animal that wants nothing more for your brain to turn to mush and for you to become utterly stupid and high off of the pleasure he gives you.

pleasure only he has given you.

that thought is what finally brings him the tugging his pants off. his cock slaps messily against his abdomen, leaking precum messily everywhere. his hand twitches to wrap around himself but he fears that he won't be able to stop himself from stroking himself to completion the second he does.

so he settles for shuffling back into position between your legs. the length of his cock rests against you, hot and heavy. it twitches and pulses as he rocks his hips, slicking himself up with the cum and spit that covered your poor little cunt.

it's clear you're incredibly sensitive, overstimulated but needy for more that he is more than willing to give you.

using his thumb, he carefully presses himself down, inching his hips forward until his cock pops into your cunt. your legs twitch when it does but you only silently gasp, lidded eyes watching as he feeds you more and more of his length until his hips are flush with yours.

his balls are hot and heavy pressed against you. and you're so, so wet that he can feel the squish of your messy cunt against his pelvis that you shamelessly soak.

he wants to wait, he intends to, so you can adjust. but you have other plans, arching your hips up to grind your clit against him, stirring his cock inside you.

he's speechless, watching you bite your lip and cup you own tits, meanly pinching your nipples as you continue to work yourself against him.

he lets you, simply holding your hips for support as you use his cock to get yourself off. it's a beautiful sight, seeing you lose yourself, seeing all shyness dissipate until only a pleasure-hungry little mess is left.

your moans rise, growing louder and pitchier until you make yourself cum. your back arches and your cunt squeezes around him before you lose your footing and your hips fall back to the mattress.

he chases you, eagerly fucking you through the high you had so beautifully give yourself. you cry his name, an intoxication sound that he commits to his memory so he can replay it over and over again.

he's never heard anything as incredible as making a sweet, virgin human cream on his cock for the very first time.

he leans back on his heels, practically tugging your lower half into his lap, snapping his hips against your drooling cunt. his hand reaches out to mindlessly wrap around your throat, using the leverage to fuck you even harder.

the sound of skin slapping together resonates throughout the room, mixed with the slick sounds of your pussy and your shameless cries of pleasure.

his teeth are gritted, jaw clenched. he can't take his eyes off of you -- not that he wants to. you're covered in sweat and shaking endlessly.

he's not sure if you're cumming again and again or if you never really stopped. but he doesn't mind either way, all he cares about is that he's making you feel good. he's giving you exactly what you want.

and as he reaches his own high -- much faster than adeptus stamina would usually allow, he knows that there's no way you could ever question how much he adores you again.

୭ THOMA

cw: pussydrunk!thoma, ur both in love, he whimpers a lot, he likes ur clit idk, fantasy of clit slapping?, hand job, cum facial i guess, creampie, fingering, dumbification if u squint, praise, reassurance, he talks a lot, uhhh he has a leaky dick

he has such a hard time controlling himself + he fantasizes about touching you for the first time + of being the first one to make your body tremble through waves of pleasure + but after you shied away and rejected him anxiously the first time he doesn't try again + sticking to chaste kisses and hugs + eventually it all begins to wear on both of you + the kisses begin to get longer and more heated before finally reaching it all reaches its breaking point

he couldn't believe he was here. being outside, on the veranda with nothing around for miles as the sun set behind you was something out of his dreams.

your kimono was tugged open at the top, allowing your supple breasts to be freed. the gentle breeze tousled strands of your hair and had your nipples perked up for him to eagerly pluck.

his pinched and twisted the tender little buds until they were swollen and sensitive. your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you fought hard not to bash fully cover yourself.

occasionally, you would glance around to make sure that no one was there. it made him smile.

"we're alone," he assures you, smoothing a hand down your torso, making your kimono slip open even more, "no one else is going to see you like this."

his reassurance made you relax a little more.

"you're so pretty..." he whispers, fingertips tracing random shapes onto your skin just to watch the way you shudder, "i've wanted you for so long..."

"i know..." you respond, a look of guilt coming over your face, "i'm sorry..."

he frowns, shaking his head, "don't be sorry for not being ready. i would wait a millennia for just one chance to kiss you."

you smile and reach out, cupping the nape of his neck. you tug him down as you sit up, letting him for a sweet kiss that quickly turns heated.

his hands eagerly travel along your body, touching every inch of you that he possibly can. he toys with the tie around your waist, slowly untying it -- giving you ample opportunity to tell him to stop or slow down.

but instead you clutch the front of his shirt and deepen the kiss.

his mind fights with itself. he doesn't want to break the kiss and lose the taste if you on his tongue but he wants so desperately to finally see your beautiful body in full.

you're the one to break the kiss, panting heavily as you meet his gaze.

but instead of letting him properly see you, you tug at his shirt. he stares slack jawed at you, almost starry eyed until he finally realizes what it is you're doing.

he clumsily frees himself of his shirt, shuddering when you eagerly touch his exposed skin.

two large hands grapple both your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head.

"please, let me worship you," he pants, shoulders heaving as if he's doing everything he can to contain himself.

when you nod your consent, he lets you go and leans back, not caring about the way the wood makes his knees ache.

it is all worth it when he pulls the fabric of your clothes aside and sees the endless expanse of bared skin that you've honored him with.

he caresses your legs and nearly loses it when you let your thighs fall apart.

"you are...." he is at a loss for words, his mouth handing open as his hands eagerly prod your legs all the way open.

your folds spread, opening like the most delicate, precious of flowers. your slit glistens and he can see the swell of your clit that lay hidden away.

"can i touch?" he asks, wide eyes meeting your bashful gaze, "i want to make you feel good, will you let me?"

"yes," you consent without hesitation and his heart races.

almost immediately, his fingers find their way between your folds. he collects the growing wetness at you entrance, slicking the pad of his middle finger to gently circle your clit.

you sigh at the gentle stimulation. it's a slow pace that stops and starts again every time he dips down to collect more of your wetness.

you, however, grow more and more restless with each passing moment. you grow greedier and more desperate for him -- for thoma.

as you watch the way he touches you, so careful and sweet, knowing how much he wants you, you feel yourself soften.

you feel your adoration and love for him grow. he's beautiful, highlighted by the orange light of the sun. and he's sweet, treating you like a piece of the finest china.

"thoma?" you call.

"yes?" he responds, gaze not falling from where he diligently plays with your cunt.

"i love you," you whisper.

with that, he looks up. a gentle smile grows on his face and he presses a sweet kiss against your knee.

"i love you," is all he says before he goes back to what he was doing.

one finger prods your entrance, slowly sinking halfway in before he pulls it back out to the top. he covers the digit in your juices, turning his hand as he can press as deep as he possibly can.

"so much..." he quietly tacks onto his last statement.

he fucks you with that one finger, prodding your walls and testing their give as you adjust to being penetrated for the first time.

he presses against a spot that makes your cunt squeeze around him and he smiles. he doesn't say anything, instead he continues to press and stroke the spongy spot all while you twitch and whine at the feeling.

he urges more of your arousal to drip from your cunt. it sticks on sticky strings to his knuckles everything he pulls back.

after a long while, he finally slides a second and a third finger into you. there's no pain or u comfortable stretch from his diligent work of you.

"th-thoma," you gasp when he once again begins prodding and playing with that spot, "that feel so good..."

"i know it does," he whispers, licking his lips. you're creaming around his digits, his movements causing a sticky, frothy mess between your thighs. your walls squeeze around him and he can't break his gaze away from your twitching clit.

"i want..." you pause in your declaration to moan, "i want more...i want something..."

you're begging him. you're wound down right, the thread in your core all too much for you. it's a deep, tingling pleasure that makes your walls squeeze involuntarily every time he presses his lithe digits against your sweet spot.

he brings his other hand between you legs, stretching his thumb down before pressing the pad against it.

he strokes the swollen little bud delicately, up and down, side to side, circling -- testing what you like, what makes your precious little cunt clutch around him.

"you're feeling so good, huh?" he whispers, almost as if he's entranced, "gonna...gonna make you cum. i gotta make you cum...please...please give it to me, let me see how you cum."

he's babbling in desperately whispers and you can do nothing but obey him. the cord finally snaps and he moans along with you through your orgasm, working you through it and watching every little movement of your body. every twitch, every arch, every eye roll. he sees it all.

he's entranced, carefully pulling away. your little hole gapes from being stretched by 3 of his fingers but it clenched and drools cum that he knows will help you take his cock.

"did you like that?" he asks, grinning almost cheekily at you.

you shyly smile and nod your head but you don't hide away from him. he's glad you don't feel embarrassed, he wanted so badly for you to just feel good and feel safe with him. and he accomplished that.

you lean up and meet his lips. it's a sweet, delicate kiss that is distracted from the way you tug at his pants.

he eagerly helps you, unbuttoning his pants before you reach past the band of his black underwear. your fist wraps gently around him and he helps you pull his length free.

it's long and throbbing in your grasp. he can't help but moan at the sight of your pretty fingers wrapped around him -- a sight he's waited so long to see. he has fantasized about it before, stroked his own cock, imagining it was your fingers that were covered in his cum.

"how do you like it?" you ask, slowly dragging your hand up to the head where it's sticky and drooling.

he whimpers when you touch the tip, eyeing the slick strings that stick to your hand.

he's always had a messy, leaky cock. it always drooled long, thick strings of precum everywhere, covering his hands and slicking his length up until it frothed all creamy around the base.

part of him had been embarrassed. but with the way you looked at his cock with wide eyes full of wonder, he knew he wouldn't feel that way every again.

"it's pretty, thoma..." you confess and his eyes roll back in his head.

"yeah?" he whispers, before circling your hand with his, urging you to squeeze him a little harder, "like this...i-i like it like this..."

you slowly drag your hand up, keeping the same pressure all the way to the head. your entire body meanly twitches at that and he lets out the sweetest little cry, looking down at you with almost teary eyes.

"c-careful...'s sensitive..." he warns.

"sorry..." you guiltily mumble.

"'s okay, you're learnin'," he pets the top of your head sweetly to reassure you.

before he can't catch onto what you're doing, you lean in and sweetly press your lips against him. he feels the kiss against the flare of the head on his cock.

he can't stop himself from cumming. he curses, watching with wide eyes as his own cock messily shoots cum onto your cheek. you flinch back in surprise and he squeezes his eyes shut.

"i'm sorry! sorry, i didn't mean--"

when he opens his eyes again, you're watching with wide, parted lips as thick globs of white cum drool out of his clenching slit and paint your hand.

"did that...feel good?" you ask, not taking your eyes away from his length.

"yeah..." you confesses, "felt-felt real good."

you let go of his cock and it twitches, still hard. he urges you to lay back down, thumbing away the cum he'd accidentally covered your face in.

without thinking, he presses the digit against your lips and you eagerly open, taking it into your mouth. your tongue licks up the mess before he has to pull away.

"i need to fuck you," he whined, face buried in your neck, "can i?"

"y-yeah," you pant, "wan' it too, thoma. g-gonna be my first."

"yeah i am, honey," he coos, hand shaking as he leads himself to your slit, "gonna...gonna be your first cock. 'm gonna...ah..."

he can't help but moan when he feels the way you wrap around him. your cunt is hot and so, so wet -- wetter than before. your pretty little pussy must have been drooling all over while you played with his cock.

"good girl," he coos, "my good girl."

"a-all yours, thoma-ah!" you squeal when he pushes all the way in, one quick thrust that makes you squeal.

"took it all," he whispers, "took all of my cock...see?"

you follow his gaze and he feels you clench around him when you see the way he has you split open. he pulls out, making sure you watch the way his cock comes out covered in your cum. there's some of his cum that was still covering his cock from his orgasm moments ago.

it causes a sticky, white mess to form on the base of his cock when he surges back in, making you take all of his cock once again.

you fall limp against the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees to pull your legs further apart.

"more," you pant, "g-gimme more thoma."

he's enamored by you. your pretty little cunt opens up even more before his eyes from the way you hold yourself open. he can see you wide he has you split open and the way your hard little clit twitches and throbs -- neglected and needing to be touched.

he's more than willing to oblige. puckering his lips, he noisily spits right on the little bud before his thumb circles it, rubbing it in as he starts fucking too.

the noises you make have him drunk. you cry, moan, and squeal with every move he makes.

your perfect cunt squeezes and creams around him while he meanly taps his fingers against your clit.

he wants so badly to slap the little bud. wants to watch your body seize up from the pain before it bleeds back into pleasure. he wants to have it in his mouth, wants you to sit on his face and rub the tender little thing along his tongue until you make yourself cum.

there's a million thoughts running through his head. everything he wants to do -- everything he can't wait to do.

"thoma!" you sob, "i-i'm--"

"i know," he pants, "you're gonna cum."

"mhm! mhm!" you nod your head desperately, eyes wide and mouth open in wonder. your entire body stills for a moment before you arch beautifully.

"'m cummin', 'm cummin', 'm cummin'!" you chant, sobbing and moaning as he grins.

"yeah you are..." you're cumming real hard for him, body spasming and twitching endlessly as you babble any and every bit of praise your dumb little brain can conjure up.

you tell him how good it feels cumming on a cock for the first time, how full you are, how you can't stop cumming, and how you want more.

and he wishes he could give you more but his own high reaches its limits. his pace stutters and he whines, high pitched and desperate as he cums -- filling you up as your own high comes to an end, leaving you limp and twitching from the aftershocks.

the uncontrollable spasms of your cunt work him through his orgasm as he comes to a stop, tugging his cock free to watch as his cum drools free.

but he scoops it back up and presses it back inside., meeting your gaze.

and now he can't wait for all the things he's going to teach you.

୭ KAZUHA

cw: tease!kazuha, crybaby!reader, corruption kink, creampie, pet names (darling, honey, and sweet one)

kazuha finds your innocence so enticing + you're so easy to tease and rile up + he's always kissing and touching you + slipping his hand under your shirt to hold you close against his body while his lips work against yours until he pulls away to get a look at the glazed, dreamy look in your eyes + part of him desperately wants to be the one to ruin you but he also doesn't want to defile such a sweet, pure thing like you + but when you finally can't take it anymore, tearfully begging him to touch your dripping little cunt + he knows he can't hold back anymore

he had come home to you cooking dinner, unable to help himself from pressing himself up against you. his lips found your neck, sweetly pressing kisses there while his hand gripped your hips, keeping you pressed flush against him.

he could tell how flustered you became from having him so close. carefully, he turned you around and pulled you in for a kiss.

your hands gripped the front of his kimono, whimpering mindlessly against his lips as his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him.

your breasts were pressed against his chest and you began to tremble, desperately deepening the kiss in a wordless plea for more.

but he pulled away, a lidded smile on his lips at the glazed look in your eyes. he reached up and swiped his thumb against your bottom lip to brush away the drool there. he tucked his thumb into your mouth, his heart racing when you instinctively latched onto the digit.

but he once again pulled away, gesturing back to the food you were cooking as if he hadn't just turned your brain to mush.

"just let me know when it's ready, darling," he coos into your ear before disappearing from the kitchen.

he hadn't expected all his teasing to reach a head that night. after a dinner filled with teasing innuendos and fleeting touches, he could tell you were wound taut and desperate for anything he was willing to give you.

you had wandered into the bedroom after cleaning up. your pretty eyes were glassy with tears as you climbed onto the futon with him, gripping the front of his kimono. he regarded you were a raised eyebrow, carefully reaching out to grip one side of your waist, caressing his thumb across the fabric covering your body.

"kazu..." you whine, hand wrapping around his free wrist.

"what is it, honey?" he coos, cock already hardening when you bashfully brought his hand beneath the hem of your kimono to your panties, "oh?"

a smile grows on his face at the pure embarrassment on your face at your own bold actions. he slowly sat up, his fingers prodding at the soaked fabric before pressing a kiss to your lips.

"you're awfully wet, sweet one," he whispers, "what is it you want hm? want me to touch you?"

you nod, "pl-please, kazu, it...it hurts," you sniffle.

he barely contains the groan that builds in his chest. the sight of you crying and trembling because he turned you on so much and so easily with just kisses and fleeting touches was more than he could handle.

all too soon, you found yourself bared before him, sprawled out on the futon with him on his knees above you. you shyly hid yourself from him, arms over your breasts and thighs clamped shut.

"oh honey," he coos, "that won't do...how am i supposed to make you feel better if you don't let me in?"

"b-but..." you glance at him, "what if you don't...like it?"

he wants to scream. oh sweet thing, how naive you were. how could you not tell how utterly enamored he was with you. you were the picture of ethereal beauty to him. just having you beneath him, knowing he was the first to ever get the honor of seeing you so vulnerable was enough to send his heart racing.

he felt like he was burning from the inside out. his hands trembled and he couldn't resist prying your hands away from your chest.

"i've waited so long to have you here," he confessed, "you're all i think about and all i want. wont you let me finally have you?"

at his sweet declaration, you relax into the futon. he doesn't waste a second in cupping your breasts in his hands just to hear the way your breath hitches.

he thumbs your nipples, taking extra care t i watch your face. when he pinches them ever so slightly and your hips minutely buck up into nothing he could have died right on the spot.

"so sensitive," he breathes, "i want you to feel good, i want to be the first one to ever make you feel this good, sweet one."

"o-only want it to be you," you confess and this time he can't contain the moan that erupts from his chest.

"yeah, only me, sweetheart," he breathes as one hand finds it way between your legs.

his cock throbs painfully when he slips his digits through your folds. it's so wet, sticky sounds coming from where he touches as he finds your clit easily. the little bud is swollen and he swears he can feel it twitching beneath his touch as you keen and cry for him.

he makes you feel so good so easily. it's too much too fast and he knows it is from the way you cling to him and tear up. your body meanly twitches as he makes you cum, your poor little cunt spasming around nothing before his fingers dip down to feel the way your hole squeezes to push out more of the creamy cum he wants so badly to taste upon his tongue.

but he knows he can't stand the idea of not being inside you as soon as possible.

he leans up to bring you in for a kiss, pressing his middle and ring finger into your pussy to the last knuckle. you squeal against his lips, thighs itching to snap closed if he weren't holding you down.

"oh, i know, sweet one," he coos, "feels so good doesn't it? having something to squeeze on like this..."

you sink back into the futon, eyes rolling back as he scissors his fingers inside you, prepping your tight walls for his much bigger cock.

your hips jump when he prods that gummy spot inside you, "k-kazu! f-feels..."

"i know, i know," he grits through clenched teeth, "found your spot, huh? yeah, i did."

you're so easy, so responsive to his every touch that he already can tell another orgasm is building. but he knows he cant stomach the idea of not feeling you cum on his cock so he pulls his fingers free and desperately sheds himself of his own clothing.

he doesn't even give you a chance to take in the size of his cock. you can explore his body later, he muses. right now, he doesn't want you to spook yourself.

"are you ready, sweet one?" he coos, hoping you can't tell how his voice is trembling for anticipation.

"yes! yes, please, please make me feel good, kazu, o-only want you, please!" you babble, tearfully meeting his gaze.

he cuts off any further pleas by inching his cock into you. your mouth falls open in a silent moan when he head stretches you open. he pushes more and more of his length into you, pausing and withdrawing whenever you tense up or wince in pain before gently stuffing himself back inside.

by the time his hips are flush with yours, you're a mess. drool coats your lips and your eyelids flutter dreamily at the feeling of him fully sheathed inside you for the first time.

kazuha truly cannot fathom how he lived so long holding himself back. your cunt is heaven wrapped around him; you squeeze and cover him in so much of your juices that it drips down his heavy balls.

your arms wrap around his ribs, desperate to feel him close to you and he's quick to oblige. with his chest pressed against yours, he holds you securely against him, hand cupping the back of your head as he begins a gentle, deep pace so you can adjust to the overwhelming feeling of being fucked for the first time.

you claw his back and wail every time he sinks into you. the orgasm that he had denied you once again builds with every thrust against your sweet spot that he provides. the close position allows him to grind against your clit with every roll of his hips.

it's a slow, almost agonizing build to your high.

"let me feel it," he whispers, "please, cum for me."

you sob, knees knocking against his ribs as you're forced over the edge. he holds you close as you twitch and tremble in his arms, shamelessly letting your sweet little voice out as you cry out your pleasure.

his cock throbs and his balls grow taut. his is the first cock you've ever creamed. his is the first cock to every be stuffed inside your heavenly little cunt. he's the first one to ever make you feel like this.

those thoughts are all that are in his head as he reaches his own high. he moans into your neck, hips thrusting erratically through the strongest orgasm he's ever felt.

you whine at the feeling of hot cum filling you up for the first time. the sensation is strange, not like anything you've ever felt.

when his softened cock is freed, you feel your face flush when his cum gushes out following it. your bashfulness is exacerbated when he looks between your legs to watch your mixed cum drool slowly from your gaping hole.

he grins. now he's also the first to fill you with a nice load of cum.

@xiax // do not modify or repost!

Title: Clear As Porcelain.

Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.4k.

TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of Death/Injury, and Slight Dehumanization.

You heard Scaramouche’s laugh before you ever saw his face.

It might've been more like a cackle, actually – the noise so uneven and so cracked, you mistook it for the screeching of a wild animal, assumed a frightened boar or a very distressed bird had wandered into your storefront and would find its way out again, after it calmed down. You only thought to look up from the ceramic figurine you were painting (a commissioned piece of the Shogun in all of her awe-inspiring, ethereal grace) when you heard the door to your workshop crash open and hit the opposing wall with enough force to shake the contents of a shelf hanging nearby. He was standing there, disheveled, grinning, his clothes soaked and his eyes wild, and he was mumbling – to himself, at first, and then loudly, his voice spiking as his tone dipped into something sharp and erratic. “That bitch, she could’ve—She tried to take my fucking arm off. I’ll fucking kill her. I’ll choke her to death with her own fucking tail—”

“Sir,” You cut him off, turning to face him. His hair was partially seared, too, despite the fact that he looked like he’d just crawled out of the ocean. Faintly, you could smell traces of smoke and ozone, but you were more preoccupied by the puddle he was going to leave on your floor than whatever mess he'd clearly gotten himself into before barging into your shop. “We’ve already closed for the night. If you want to place an order, you can—”

“Shut the fuck up.” He was already limping forward, already shoving armloads of supplies and half-finished projects out of his way as he pulled himself onto your worktable. He stopped at the figurine, his grin faltering for a fraction of a second, but that was on the floor too soon enough. You heard something crack, but your attention was pulled away before you could evaluate the damage, back to Scaramouche, now lying on the wooden tabletop, pulling his tattering sleeve up to his shoulder. “Fix it. I don’t care how. I’ll pay you when you’re done, just make sure it looks like the rest.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it again just as quickly. The injury was on his bicep, if you could really call it an injury at all. It was more like… shattered porcelain, what should’ve been torn, bloodied skin replaced with ragged cracks and chipped paint. Some portions were missing entirely, giving way to black void. There was no blood, or muscle, or fat. There was nothing, save for the interior shell of his arm on the other side.

He was as hollow as a doll.

Huh.

You reached over him, to the other side of your table, grabbing the container of resin he’d nearly overturned. The hardener was already in your pocket, and you could mix your paint later on, while the plaster dried. You had a feeling he wouldn’t think to question it, if you took your time. “Please, try to hold still. I’ll be gentle.”

He didn’t. Honestly, you doubted he’d even heard you, too preoccupied with his own manic, meaningless rambling. You were able to convince him to lay down, to let you work on his bicep without having to worry that you’d leave him stuck to your table with a thin layer of white cement. You were able to lay the resin, and as you sanded down the excess, his ranting came back into earshot, his words once again beginning to form coherent thoughts, more or less. “She tried to kill me.I don't know why. She’d already killed, I don’t fucking know—” He brought up his free hand, gesturing vaguely. “—all of my men. I don’t know what she wants. What could she even do to me that her and her fucking girlfriend haven’t already done?”

The rest of his arm was porcelain, too. Disguised porcelain, sure, clearly meant to mimic flesh and bone, but you recognized good craftsmanship, the little methods and techniques employed to trick the eye and present dead clay as something else, something with more life inside of it. You wondered, briefly, if it was a prosthetic, but it would’ve had to start somewhere closer to his collarbone than his shoulder, and you could see his fingers twitching as you smoothed over rough mortar, as you did your best to make the patch indistinguishable from what you could see of his undamaged skin. If you could call it ‘skin’.

Suddenly, Scaramouche fell silent. After a moment, you realized he wanted a response. You hesitated, but forced yourself to say something, if only so you could focus on the task at-hand. “Does this kind of thing happen often?”

“She’s always wanted me dead.” You pushed your chair back. You’d been painting when he came in, but what little you’d had on your palette had long-since dried and cracked, and the rest of your supplies were in a cabinet hung on the far wall. You could feel his eyes boring into you as you searched for what you’d need. When you glanced over your shoulder, he didn’t bother trying to look away. “I don’t know what she has against me. I’ve never done anything to her, or that tyrant.”

“Some people just choose to be cruel, like that. There isn’t always a reason for it.”

His voice was quieter, now, slower. He let his head roll back, his attention falling to the ceiling. “People say I’m cruel.”

“You don't seem very cruel to me.”

He didn’t answer. By the time you found your way back to him, his eyes were closed, and he didn’t wake up until long after the sun rose the next morning.

~

A week after he left, a man in a uniform came to your door and announced that he’d been ordered to escort you to the estate of his master, the Balladeer, Honorable Lord Scaramouche. When you asked why you were being summoned, he told you to bring your tools, and you asked no other questions.

He received you in his parlor, a large room made just a little smaller by the painted screens that lined every wall, made just a little more oppressive by the fact that it was empty of all but you, Scaramouche, a low chabudai, and the tea tray that sat on top of it. You sat across from him, tucking your legs underneath you and keeping your tool kit at your side. No sooner than you'd settled into place, Scaramouche nodded, and the soldier took his leave, bowing and closing the door behind him.

He started, predictably. There was no greeting, but you hadn’t expected one, not really. Not from him. “I trust you've realized that our last transaction will have to stay between us.” Formal words, made to cut precisely and leave no room for error or argument, so unlike his manic rambling from the week before. It didn’t suit him, as a costume of fine lace and silk wouldn’t suit a child’s mangled toy. “It would be… inconvenient, for me and the organization I represent, if the Shogunate was forced to waste their time and look into our actions. I’m sure an investigation would be an issue for your business, as well, and make it difficult for us to reimburse you for the services you’ve already provided.” He paused, leaning onto the chabudai. “Wouldn't you agree?”

You didn’t hesitate, this time. “A client asked me to repair something very important to him. I don’t see why the Shogunate has to know anything else.”

There were no visible signs of approval, no hum or nod of his head. He closed his eyes, instead, and brought a hand up to the collar of his nagagi, toying with the fabric as he spoke. “And if this client asked you to make another repair, would you accept the job with the same discretion?”

A few minutes later, Scaramouche's nagagi was pooled around his waist and you were kneeling behind him, mixing your plaster as you looked over the array of lesions scattered across his back. They weren’t scars, exactly, and you didn’t want to call them open wounds. If anything, they were more similar to scrapes, deep scratches in his porcelain that darkened and cracked at the edges, forming a sprawling web of hairline fractures. It was a wonder he was still in one piece, honestly. It seemed like a strong gust of wind would be enough to shatter him.

It was a momentary impulse, as fleeting as it was self-serving, but before you could swallow it down, you ran your hand over his back, tracing over a cut that ran parallel to his spine. He tensed, glanced towards you, and you offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen something so…”

“Bizarre?” The suggestion was accompanied by a bark of laughter, a wild grin. “You nation has dancing tanuki and wandering spirits. You can’t tell me that I’m the only oddity you’ve ever run into.”

“Well-crafted,” You mumbled, already distracted. He was more awake than he had been last time you’d worked on him, more aware, and he shuddered as you spread the plaster over the uppermost lesion, curling into himself before he could correct his posture. “Oh, does that hurt?”

That wasn’t really what you meant, but Scaramouche didn’t give you a chance to correct yourself. “It’d hurt more to let my body cave in on itself, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I could use a different technique.” If the rest of his body was like his arm, he probably didn’t have a rib cage, or shoulder-blades, or anything you had to be wary of or avoid. Still, you tried to work around what might affect his mobility, and when it came time to cut away the excess, you worked quickly, unsure if he could feel what hadn’t already set. “Or, we could bring in a healer. They couldn’t use pyro or hydro, but—”

“That’s not an option.” He didn’t even give you a chance to finish, straightening his back and squaring his shoulders – nearly causing you to chip away a piece of his side, in the process. “This is going to stay between us. No one else has to know. It would be—” He cut himself off with an airy sigh, as shallow as it was exhausted. “I don’t need my subordinates spreading rumors about my ball-joints. You’re not to breathe a word of this to anyone, from the Shogunate or otherwise.”

You were quiet, for a moment.

Then, you leaned against him, resting one hand on the dip of his shoulder while the other fell to the small of his back, your fingertips pushing absentminded patterns into his cool skin. “For such an important client?”

He grit his teeth as you started, but didn’t make a sound.

“Consider it our secret.”

~

Six months and a dozen appointments later, you woke up on a bed, in the cabin of a ship, your wrists bound behind your back and a bruise beginning to form on your cheek from where his soldier had struck you before driving a needle into the side of your neck.

He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, gaze cast downward. When you began to stir, he , a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked over your bound form. If there was any part of him you didn’t care for, it would’ve had to be his eyes. They lacked something, a certain light that should’ve been there if he’d been made of something else, if he’d been just a little more alive. You doubted you could’ve done any better, but that didn’t mean you had to praise his lifeless stare.

“It was a new recruit. I’ll have his fingers broken when we dock – or if he’s foolish enough to show his face to me before then, the next time I see him.” For a second, you wondered what he was talking about, but his hand came up, cupping your injured cheek, and your confusion was quickly replaced with hollow irritation, traces of dampened panic. “I didn’t tell him not to hit you, but archons, you’d think one of these imbeciles would be able to think for themselves. If anyone on this ship so much as looks at you, tell me. The last thing I need to deal with is idiots as disobedient as they are stupid.”

“I don’t—” You tried to sit up, only to fall back onto your side immediately. Your vision blurred, spun, and your body felt weak, as if your blood had been drained from your veins and replaced with solid lead. He laughed as you clenched your eyes shut and shrunk into yourself, as you tried to get the world around you to stop moving, if only for long enough to let you catch your breath. “Scaramouche, I—”

“Kunikuzushi.” A slightly tightened grip, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone in a gesture that you could nearly call tender. “Say it for me.”

“Kunikuzushi…” Your voice was quiet, weak. You felt weak. You probably looked weak, too, but he didn’t seem to care. “Wha—What’s going on? I can’t—”  

He was grinning, now, the expression eager and unabashed. “It’s nothing you’ll have to worry about. Her Excellency has called me back to Snezhnaya, and I thought it would be wise to keep my dollmaker in the same country as myself.” A blade was produced from his belt, or a nearby dresser, or some other forsaken place, and the rope circled around your wrist was cut with no great amount of thought or ceremony. You were dragged into his lap with just as little ease, your head soon resting on his thighs and his fingers soon skirting over your neck, your shoulder. His hands were so cold, as if he’d never known an ounce of warmth in his life. As if he’d never bothered to make himself into anything more than damp clay. “I’ve already taken care of your store. You can thank me later on, when we go over what could and what couldn’t be salvaged from the fire.”

You took a long moment to remember how to use your tongue, how to speak with any confidence. Even after that, it still came out so quietly, you had to question if he heard you at all. “And if I don’t want to go with you?”

A light chuckle, in response, the noise wistful and idle and awful. “You will,” He said, the promise as hollow as he was.

“Soon enough, you'll only ever want to be by my side.”

Your heart.