— In Which Their S/o Gets Kidnapped 

Living for the doll au. Do you think having a Diluc and a Kayea doll at the same time would cause problems?

tw - possessive behavior, isolation, and slight codependency.

well... they might be a little hostile, at first. just for the sake of holding up appearances, i mean.

it's sorta difficult to say, just because Kaeya models are so rare and Diluc is known to be standoffish to other androids at best, openly hostile at worst. unlike some combinations (*cough* Ayato and Yae *cough*), they probably aren't going to tear each other apart, but they might bicker, make a few snide comments about a pre-programmed backstory neither seems inclined to let you in on, compete to see who can make you cum faster or moan louder whenever you find yourself pinned between them. Kaeya, especially, likes to make a show of being affectionate with you, of kissing you until you're panting into his mouth and all Diluc can do is glare, but Diluc has a petty side too - prone to bending you over as soon as you send Kaeya out for something and letting his artificial-rival come back to the sight of you cumming on his cock, even if he always says it's just convenient timing. They're both awful, willing to argue about anything from what they're going to make for dinner to who actually broke the coffee-maker, but they're not out for blood, and you can there's some kind of fondness there, if only by the way they seem to pout whenever one of them's powered down when the other isn't. they're a good pair, even if they don't want to admit it.

and, of course, they do agree on some topics, even if they do it behind your back. they agree that humans are delicate, easily bruised and quickly broken, and they're both aware that they don't like that you're gone all day, that you're too tired to pay any attention to them when you come back. they both know that they can do little things to keep you nearby, even if their safeguards limit them to hiding your keys and shoving their fingers in your mouth whenever you try to say you don't have time to play with them, and they both know that it'd be very, very bad if you ever lost interest in them, if you ever moved onto another pair of androids. Diluc tries to be more self-righteous about it, to justify his paranoia with platitudes about safety and servitude, but Kaeya's always been more honest with himself, even if there is a certain about of over-explaining he has to do to get about his programming. they can both agree they want you nearby, though, that they want to keep you close.

they can both agree that they'd rather keep you to themselves, even if they're willing to cooperate to do it.

playing hard to get [pt. 2]

as you were a person of bubbly character, he'd gotten used to your bright and cheerful nature, and the ridiculous shenanigans that came along with it. that included your numerous tries to woo him into dating you, with each attempt ending in failure. you weren't too depressed by it, returning to your usual jovial personality even after rejections... and he'd taken that for granted. he didn't expect you to do the “push-and-pull” tactic on him, and neither did he expect it'd work so well.

includes: zhongli, albedo & kazuha

pt. 1 - diluc, xiao & childe

pt. 3 - ayato & heizou

ZHONGLI, despite his tendency to forget his wallet in times he offered to pay for dinner or his shortcomings regarding with romance in general, still managed to grasp the hearts of men and women alike. it wasn't odd for the ferrylady to knock on his door and tiredly brief him about yet another visitor eager to see him, and he had to wave them off if they weren't a client for the funeral parlor.

there was one person he couldn't possibly fend off, though. you.

it's not that ZHONGLI didn't want you to leave. it was more of his inability to urge you to do so. his stern rejections didn't deter you from continuing to court him, thus you were unafraid to see him once more even after yesterday's answer being a firm “i can't reciprocate your affection.” your tenacity was impressive, he'd give you that, but that wasn't an actual compliment, was it? he was only calling you a stubborn fool, one way or another.

it didn't help that you were closely acquainted with the funeral parlor's director, hu tao herself. your presence was greatly welcomed in his workplace, as her good friend, and nobody could turn you away. ZHONGLI could understand why you got along so well; you were both troublemakers in your own right.

when you came over that afternoon, he had already prepared himself for a terrible time. you often pestered him to go on a date with you, and he regularly turned down the invitations without a second thought. the thing is, you could take “no” for an answer... but the reason you assume behind that rejection was “he doesn't like the place” instead of “he doesn't want to go with you,” hence you pestering him to visit a more agreeable location. you knew he'd eventually give in if you annoyed him enough.

but that didn't happen. you headed straight to hu tao's office without offering him a single glance, papers in hand, and he assumed it was work related. that meant you wouldn't come disturb him anymore: a cause for celebration!

yet that didn't pull a sigh of relief from him, much to his surprise. he only felt... conflicted. his muddled feelings mixed into a sense of unease, and it wouldn't leave.

ZHONGLI perked up when the office doors swung open an hour later, unknowingly anticipating your figure to strut through. “do you want to go out for lunch? i heard the restaurant nearby got a new menu. my treat, since i received this month's salary,” you grinned at hu tao, who brightened upon the news of free food.

meanwhile, ZHONGLI did the opposite, slumping over his chair. he'd heard of the new menu. in fact, he thought it sounded delicious, fitting perfectly with his tastes. he assumed you'd ask him out like you always did. he wanted you to ask him. no, hold on a second... why was he feeling this way?

“a tempting offer, but...!” hu tao sighed loudly, catching his attention. with an inconspicuous wink, she said, “i'm afraid i have a pile of work waiting for me! hey mr. zhongli, would you mind coming for my stead?”

he was sure you'd think hu tao was helping you court him and not the other way around. that was okay for him, too.

“...it's fine,” he said, settling his paperwork off to side of his desk before standing from his seat.

“nope, don't be so fast to reject me, ZHONGLI! if you don't like that restaurant, then we can- huh?” you blinked at him owlishly, in utter disbelief. he almost chuckled fondly at your strange expression.

(he steeled his resolve to end this “push-and-pull” once and for all.)

it was of no surprise to know ALBEDO despised anyone who'd dare disturb him in the middle of his studies, and yes, perhaps you were the sole exception, but you were on thin fucking ice. even klee had to stay out of his room when he was busy. he'd been patient at first, politely requesting you to leave for the time being or wait until his work was over, but it was hard to remain as generous when you were... plainly speaking, being a bother. everybody knew it was taboo to intrude his office, and really, you were only a distraction he didn't need to be around.

sucrose had been the poor recipient of all his grumblings, left with no other choice but to awkwardly laugh whenever complaints spilled from his mouth. still, she noted the hint of fondness lacing his words; annoyed nonetheless, but not to the point that it gravely upset him.

“is it that bad for me to visit? i try not to talk...” you inquired one day, pouting as ALBEDO was clearly occupied with mixing an oddly colored concoction. he sighed, explaining that even only the presence of another could be a hindrance. he pointedly left out the part where he'd end up getting distracted by your pretty face, which was actually the real reason behind his actions.

that moment, you simply nodded in solemn understanding, but he didn't think better of it. yet when the next day came, you didn't swing by; ALBEDO was elated, assuming it was just a lucky day, but you didn't visit the next day either. or the next, or the following days after that. when a week passed and there was no sign of your whereabouts anywhere near his office, his concerns grew tenfold.

it was, admittedly, humiliating to turn to the door excitedly whenever he heard a knock, only to be crestfallen to see sucrose. honestly, what was he expecting? she was his assistant, so of course it'd be her and not anyone else. that was how it was supposed to be in the first place without your meddlesome presence.

ALBEDO was certain she picked up on his disappoinment, though, if her amused giggle was anything to go by. “i heard [name] traveled far to fetch the flower you wanted to examine since forever,” she informed, kindly pretending not to see the embarrassed flush of his cheeks. “we should give a gift in return!”

“...yes, you're right.”

he didn't miss you, not one bit. absolutely not.

...that being said, he should probably practice his poker face before you returned to mondstadt.

KAZUHA, as carefree as he might seem on the surface, was more cautious than everybody gave him credit for. he didn't respond to your advances not because he didn't like you back, but because he didn't deem himself fit to be your significant other when he'd often leave liyue with the crux fleet to explore. he couldn't promise you a stable relationship, and he thought you deserved someone better than a boyfriend so quick to abandon you.

he told you as much, but you never listened, firm in your decision to stay with him. no matter how long his trips lasted, or how many other people asked for your hand — you wouldn't budge at all.

KAZUHA became content with that, deep down in his heart. he didn't want you to date someone else either. but it wasn't like all his thoughts would be shown to the entire world, so he could choose his words carefully, pick the most rational option. and that option was to let you go, since that would make you happiest.

still, he loved it whenever he saw you waving enthusiastically at him from afar each time the alcor arrived at the harbor. he loved it when you jump into his arms, eager to touch him again after weeks without seeing a glimpse of him. he loved it when you bury your face into his neck, unable to see the pure adoration reflecting in his eyes, the fond expression he had to hide all the time when you were around.

he loved you.

but he had to restrain himself for your sake. that was for the best, wasn't it? he couldn't be selfish. binding you to a relationship wouldn't do you any good. it was far better for you to meet someone else who could actually stay by your side, someone who wouldn't trade you for anything else. someone who could treat you right.

but something in him shatters when he doesn't see you at the docks. the alcor finally returned after a month, and he was near enough to recognize faces from afar, but you weren't there. you were nowhere to be found, and he was growing frantic. you didn't have to be there, but he felt nauseated without your presence. where were you? he hopped off the ship, landing gracefully on steady ground, and he didn't hesitate. his eyes swept across the entire area, searching and searching and searching, and-

who was that man beside you?

“oh, KAZUHA, you're back!” you exclaimed with familiar cheer, grinning widely. he couldn't bring himself to force a smile. “ah, i'm a bit... busy at the moment.” you gestured towards your companion, who nodded at KAZUHA in greeting. “but i swear i'll come once this is over, i promise.”

“it's fine. take your time,” the words managed to escape from his mouth despite the uncomfortable feeling lodged in his throat. you frowned at his despondent countenance, reluctant to leave him as is. you glanced at the man accompanying you, and he took it as his cue to walk ahead.

awkwardly, you shifted your weight from one foot to another. “w-well, i'm... uh...” you were unsure of what to do to lift his spirits. still, you raised your hands to grasp at his shirt, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself. you pecked him on the cheek, successfully snapping him out of his stupor, and he yelped in surprise, his whole face erupting into a shade of crimson. before he could compose yourself, you hastily stepped away from him, waving farewell. “w-we'll be going now! don't miss me too much, okay?”

dumbfounded as he was left behind, he cupped his cheek, the skin where you made contact with tingling beneath his fingertips.

you were just in front of him seconds prior but he already wanted to see you again, so it seemed that he couldn't follow your instructions, unfortunately.

MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT | TIGHNARI

summary: being sent to sumeru to close out a business deal for the fatui for your brother was not exactly how you wanted to spend your days. you hated the heat, you hated wildlife, and every worry you had came to fruition when you find yourself lost in the avidya forest as night begins to fall. luckily for you, a forest ranger comes to your rescue when all hope seems to be lost.

warnings: fem!reader, fatui!reader, subby!tighnari, virgin!tighnari, outdoor sex, finger sucking (tighnari), very gentle choking (f->m), kinda sex w a stranger, lowkey one-sided “enemies” to lovers (tighnari has a sharp mouth and it pisses reader off but he is totally oblivious to it)

wordcount: 6.3k

notes: omg cat's genshin debut :0 i had to do it for my pretty baby. ty lia n kat for reading over for me <33 small taglist: @kxeyas @mxnjiros @manjiroscum @dxlucs @suyacho @meowdarame @semisgroupie @tokyometronetwork

reblogs for boost v must appreciated cuz idek if this will stay in the tags cuz its my first time writing for genshin

Sometimes you wished that Pantalone still resented you as he did when you guys were children—at least then you wouldn’t be caught in this shitty situation. You scowled deeply as you looked around the thick brush of the forest, the heat sticking your clothes to your skin. You had no idea where you were in comparison to the crude map that your brother had given you before you left Snezhnaya. 

He must have done this on purpose, you hissed to yourself as you tripped over another branch, he knows you hate the heat and he knows you hate wildlife. You could stay holed up in the palace up in Snezhnaya for the rest of your life and be content, you were sure of it. 

Night was falling fast, and you had a feeling that night in the jungle would be a lot darker than any night you had braved outside in Snezhnaya—and you had always been afraid of the dark. 

Not to mention the creatures out here.

The anger toward your brother faded away, shifting into a sort of anxiety you hadn’t felt in a long time—you could hear the growls resounding through the air but you couldn’t tell where they were coming from. You fisted the vision hanging at your side, a nervous habit that you had developed a few years back. The fingers of your other hand twitched and trembled around the map, your breath quickened as your eyes danced across the lines and symbols. 

You couldn’t figure out where to go.

“Well, aren’t you the lucky one? I wasn’t planning on doing patrol in this direction tonight. You should be quite grateful that I did.” 

You turned around quick, eyes wide and hope blooming in your chest for the first time since you realized you had somehow diverged from the path. Your eyes fell upon a boy your age, or maybe a little older, standing up on the higher ground to your left, dressed in a loose garb that covered his body—dark hair cut chin length with lime green streaks, multicolored eyes and… ears? And a tail. You blinked in surprise, lips parting to speak but no words left your lips.

He clicked his tongue sharply, “Well, come on. I’ll bring you back to Gandharva Ville.”

You shook your head, “I need to be at Sumeru City,” you finally said. He looked unimpressed as he stared down at you.

“You’re a two day walk deep into the Avidya Forest from Sumeru City. You won’t get there before nightfall, I don’t even know if we’ll make it to Gandharva Ville before nightfall if you don’t start moving,” his tone was sharp, almost condescending, and you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment but he paid you no mind, only raising his eyebrows and waiting for you to join him up on that bank.

You let out a breath, trying to push away the humiliation and irritation. You couldn’t remember the last time someone took a tone like this with you—everybody back in Snezhnaya was far too scared of Pantalone to consider having an attitude with you.

“How do I get up there?” you finally asked, looking around for a path up to the ledge he was standing on.

“You climb,” he said, in a tone that made you feel the answer should have been obvious but it only caused dread to pool in your stomach as you stared at the steep hill of loose dirt. How embarrassing it would be to start climbing up only to keep slipping down. As if he could understand what was going through your head, he let out a heavy, exasperated sigh.

Irritation rose swiftly again before you forced it away, watching as he jumped down halfway, landing on a rock jutted out of the dirt. He crouched down and held out his hand to you, once again raising his eyebrows in impatience, “C’mon now, daylight is burning.”

You pushed away the annoyance, shifting your light bag on your back before moving over to below where he was waiting for you, standing up on your tiptoes and holding your hand up toward him. 

Long, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, and you nearly shivered at the feeling of his warm skin on yours but he didn’t give you the chance, pulling you up onto the rock with a sort of ease you did not expect—he was stronger than he looked.

Your face was hot yet again as he steadied you by the waist, body pressed close to his as you tried to make sure you didn’t fall off the small ledge. You hated how he seemed completely unbothered by the proximity, and the irritation began to brew yet again. His gaze darted up briefly to where he had been previously standing.

“Up you go,” he said offhandedly, and you didn’t really have time to register what he said before his hand dropped yours and came to your waist with his other hand. His fingers pressed deep into your skin as he helped you up the side of the slope, “Go on, pull yourself up.”

“I know,” you couldn’t help but snap back.

“Well then, do it,” he said right back, voice dry.

Letting out a sharp breath you did just that, pulling yourself up and brushing your clothes off as you rose back to your feet, looking around. You had figured there would be some sort of path up the slope but alas… everything still looked the same. Giant trees, brush and more brush. Green, green, green everywhere. 

It was anxiety-inducing, really, and you couldn’t help the way your heart rate started picking up again. You forced yourself to calm back down when you felt him join you at the top of the slope. He clicked his tongue sharply again as he passed right by you, walking through the brush as if he knew it like the back of his hand, following a path that only he could see, “What were you thinking coming out here all alone?” he asked and you bristled.

“I had a map,” you bit back and you could practically see the way he rolled his eyes even if his back was facing you.

“There is no map that can accurately trace the paths of the forest. They overgrow quickly, get washed out by floods. There is a reason that the Forest Watcher’s base is right at where the forest meets Liyue’s Chasm, perhaps you should have stopped there and you would have known that.”

“I didn’t come through the Chasm,” you said, “I came from the northwest. Traveled from Snezhnaya.”

He looked over his shoulder, giving you a once over, “You’re from Snezhnaya?” he questioned but before you could answer, he suddenly looked amused, “Well perhaps you should be awarded then, I don’t think I’ve ever quite seen someone manage to go completely around the city as you did. How you managed to get off path in Vanarana to get to the jungle and all the way down south nearly to the valley is a mystery to me.”

Your body went hot as embarrassment flooded your veins, you glared harshly at him but he was no longer paying attention to you, instead looking ahead again.

“Well, my most sincere apologies for not exactly being used to forests like these. Snezhnaya is a barren wasteland if you know any geography other than this stupid forest.”

“The forest is not stupid,” he countered immediately, shooting you a narrowed-eyed gaze, “Don’t be so childish insulting something just because you don’t understand it. Even the children in Vimara are better than that.”

Your lips parted in shock at the insult but he once again paid you no mind, only kneeling down to pick some berries. “How long were you wandering out here? Do you have any food left with you?” he asked, turning around to pass some berries to you as if he hadn’t just implied you were dull and childish. 

But you were hungry, and though your blood boiled beneath your skin, you swallowed your pride, “A couple hours, and no, I ran out. I didn’t pack enough, I guess.”

“Amateur mistake,” he muttered and you shot him a filthy look that he yet again ignored as he handed you the berries. You tried so hard to push the comment to the back of your head, hands nearly shaking as you brought the berries to your mouth. 

He was watching you in a way you did not like, and just as you were about to pop the berries into your mouth, his hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging it away harshly and making the berries fall to the ground. You stared at him, a litany of curses rising to your lips.

“You don’t even know how to tell poisonous berries from safe ones,” he accused and slowly, you realized that had been a test, a cloud of rage sweeping over your mind as you took a step closer to him.

“I thought they were safe because you handed them to me,” you spit out, jabbing your fingers into his chest. He looked unperturbed. 

“Perhaps you should be more observant, lack of attention will get you killed,” he chided you as if you were a child and your body shook with barely repressed anger as he held out another hand toward you. You refused to reach out and take whatever he was trying to pass over to you but he only reached down to grab your hand, dropping another bunch of berries into your hand as he kneeled down to pick up one of the ones he dropped. 

He held it up for you to look at, “What is the difference between the ones in your hand and the one in mine?”

You stared at him, genuinely wondering if you were about to get lectured on plant life in the middle of a jungle. He waited for you to respond, your throat felt tight and your nostrils flared as you inhaled deeply, realizing he wasn’t going to move until you answered the question and knowing you couldn’t get out of this place without him. 

Your eyes drew between the two berries, “The one in your hand is more vibrant.”

“Precisely,” he looked pleased with himself, “In this forest, never trust the bright colors--animals, fish, fungi or plants.”

Without another word, he kept walking and you were forced to follow behind him, feet dragging against the brush as you chewed and swallowed the non-poisonous berries. You stared at his back, jaw clenched tight as he walked ahead of you silently, occasionally checking back to make sure you were still following. After a few moments, you decided to speak up again.

“I have a meeting in Sumeru City tomorrow evening. It’s not something I can miss… please, take me to the quickest path to the city,” you forced out the word, briefly shutting your eyes.

“No,” he spoke so firmly that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly, “You-”

“You will take me to Sumeru City,” you interrupted, tone venomous, “I cannot miss this meeting-”

“I will not,” he said again, “You’ve been wandering around the forest too long on your own, if you happened to pass by one of the withering zones, the effects could kill you, even with a vision. I’ll bring you back to Gandharva so we can make sure you’re okay, and then once we’ve determined you are, I can bring you to Sumeru City.”

“I didn’t pass by a withering zone,” you did not even know what a withering zone was, “There’s no need-”

“Do you even know what a withering zone is?” he turned on his heel to look at you, lips twisted down. You did not answer. “That’s what I thought. If you’re that eager to die, then, by all means, I will take you to the path to the city. Are you?”

Your lips remained sealed, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. The prospect of death became all too real as he stared down at you expectantly. 

“Okay then,” he said after a few moments, “We’ll have to set up a camp, night is falling fast. Traveling through the forest at night is not wise.” 

You let out a shaky breath, nodding with him in agreement. He let out an approving hum as he looked around before moving a few yards to the right, shrugging his bag off of his shoulder and laying out what seemed to be a tent that he’d have to set up.

You didn’t know what to do except awkwardly stand there as you watched him set up the small tent, tail swishing behind him, ears twitching as he put together the poles that hold up the tent.

You realized you didn’t even know his name.

“Are you feeling any sort of weakness?” he asked absently as he continued to set up the tent, “Light-headedness? Fogginess? Are you able to summon elemental energy?” 

“No, no, no and…” your vision hummed at your side as you tried to summon electro, “and yes.”

“Good,” he said, “That’s a good sign. Of course, it could always hit later but…”

“How reassuring,” you said dryly, “What’s your name, anyway?” 

He looked back at you, surprised, “Tighnari… and yours?”

You told him your name quietly as he finished setting up the tent and rolling out a mat inside of it. Tighnari knelt in front of the tent, gathering up some wood to start a fire. He patted the space next to him and you bit your bottom lip, waiting a few seconds before making your way over, sitting down next to him. 

“What is Snezhnaya like?” Tighnari asked after you settled down, reaching into his bag to pull out what looked like a few bars of food and handing them to you. “I’ve never been.”

“Cold,” you said quietly, “and barren. Though I prefer it to this. There aren’t many cities either—just towns that surround the estates of the Harbingers and the wealthier people of Snezhnaya.”

Tighnari made a soft noise, closing his eyes as if he were trying to picture it, “You’ve never seen a forest like this before.”

“Snezhnaya is frozen all year round… I’m not sure if I ever saw grass before I left a week or two ago. I live in the northernmost part of Snezhnaya,” you admitted, watching Tighnari’s eyes open in surprise.

His head bounced back a bit so he could look at you, ears folding slightly at the sudden movement, “Really? That’s fascinating.”

His eyes were curiously trained onto you, and you couldn’t help the feeling that spread through you under his intense stare, looking away and down toward the small fire he had created--it was hot, so you weren’t really sure why it was necessary until he shifted to pull two oval canisters out of his bag.

“Incense,” he explained, “To keep away some of the more unwelcome critters. It’ll help you sleep better too.”

“Is it… safe to sleep out here?” you asked quietly. And you swore that you weren’t usually so cautious and nervous, but this was an unfamiliar situation for you and you did not like it. Not to mention the fact you were still thrown off from getting lost earlier and how that could have turned out.

“Hmm, I’ve done it a million times… well, not actually a million, but you know what I mean,” Tighnari said, “You’ll be okay. I’ll stay up to keep watch.”

“But don’t you need to sleep?” you asked, brows furrowed as you turned your head to look at him yet again. 

He waved you off, “We’ll make sure to get back to Gandharva tomorrow, I’ll let one of the other rangers take over my patrol. I doubt you’d be able to stay up even if you wanted to, you look exhausted.”

You frowned at the comment, looking down at yourself but Tighnari didn’t give you the chance to say anything about it. 

“You should go rest. I’ll be waking you up as soon as dawn breaks so we can start the trek back to Gandharva,” he said. You opened your mouth to protest but as if he could predict it, he turned his head to look at you, ears bouncing. “Now.”

You did not like being ordered around, not at all, actually, but you supposed that you didn’t have much ground to argue with him considering your situation. You let out a heavy sigh as you rose to your feet, slipping inside of the tent and placing your bag down as you curled up on the mat that Tighnari had laid out for you.

You could hear him rustling about outside of the tent, setting up the incense, and it was your only comfort as you lay down and realized just how dark it was. The night seemed to swallow the small fire that Tighnari had lit outside of the tent.

You hated the dark. It reminded you of all the nights you and Pantalone had spent freezing half to death on the side streets of Naveretrov when you were children. And although the Avidya Forest was the opposite of cold, you couldn’t help the way your body shivered at the reminder.

You tried to push it away, squeezing your eyes shut, forcing your mind away from the dark thoughts stirring, and focusing instead on the snarky ranger that saved your life. 

—

Tighnari wasn’t all bad, you decided after tossing and turning for hours. He had a mouth that was too big and far too sharp for him to back up, but you had to admit that it was refreshing compared to the respect your position demanded from the people of Snezhnaya and those who dealt with the Fatui. No one wanted to risk the wrath of Pantalone for disrespecting you, especially when people knew very well that Pantalone would shamelessly drag the other Harbingers right into the situation and it would turn into a very misfortunate conflict for the offender.

It was nice having someone who had no idea who you were or what your position back home was, even if it was a bit jarring, having someone who would talk to you freely as if you were any other random traveler that managed to get lost in the forest.

And if you ignored the snark and snide comments, which you weren’t even sure if he realized came out the way they did, he really was a good person. He went out of his way to help you, offered to stay up on watch all night so you could rest, gave you food, shelter over your head for the night… He stayed up and told you about the forest, and the desert, stories of some of his adventures around Sumeru when he realized you weren’t comfortable sleeping yet.

He was not bad at all, really, in fact, he might just be the exact opposite. And you hated the warm feeling that started to stir in your chest when you thought of him. 

After a few moments of considering what to do, you finally rolled off the mat and crawled out of the tent, rising to your feet to brush the dirt off that had stuck to your clothes.

You looked around, trying to spot him but you weren’t able to catch sight of him at first glance. And it was dark, you were sure it was still the middle of the night. The darkness seemed to smother any and all light around you. You could feel that anxiety begin to pool in your gut again, you could feel the shivers crawling up and down your spine despite the heat.

Your lips parted to call his name but the words dissolved when you looked to your left and caught sight of his familiar figure kneeling next to a small pond several yards away, right within a clearing that let the moon shine down against the water.

Oh, you swallowed thickly when you caught sight of the tiny smile on Tighnari’s lips as his fingers brushed what looked like a sort of lotus, gloves discarded somewhere next to him. The moon reflected prettily against his eyes, tail brushing the ground, and his ears twitched as he looked up suddenly, head turning in your direction.

“You should be asleep,” he noted. “We have a long hike tomorrow.”

“I can’t,” you said quietly, feet dragging against the grass as you made your way toward him, your mouth felt dry as you drew closer to him. He looked pretty under the moonlight, you couldn’t help but note, and you supposed night couldn’t be that bad if it brought you a sight like that.

“Is the incense bothering you?” Tighnari asked, brows furrowed in concern, “I’ve noticed it sometimes doesn't sit well with foreigner’s bodies, I suppose I should have set up a different one.”

“No no,” you said quickly, “it’s not the incense. I just… I have trouble at night, especially outdoors, it brings up bad memories. That’s all.”

“Hmm,” Tighnari said as he settled back down against the grass, “Understandable.”

He didn’t say anything else as returned his attention back toward the lotus. You stood there awkwardly for a moment before moving closer to him, taking a seat on the ground next to him—maybe a bit too close, you could feel his thigh brushing yours but he didn’t seem to mind.

“This is a Nilotpala Lotus,” he said quietly, and you looked down at the white and yellow lotus curiously, “It’s my favorite flower.”

“It’s pretty,” you told him, reaching out to touch the petals gently. 

“Mhm, isn’t it?” Tighnari agreed and you looked up at him, noticing how the green in his eyes sparkled beneath the moonlight. You tried to push away the feeling of your chest tightening, but you couldn’t.

You were just overtired, you told yourself, but you couldn’t drag your eyes away from Tighnari no matter how hard you tried, and you couldn’t help the way your mind began to wander even though you knew damn well it was wrong.

Wondering if his lips and skin were as soft as they looked, if his tongue would be as sharp as it was during the day when he was beneath you, if he would try to take control or if he’d lay back and let you do as you please.

Stop, you told yourself, shaking your head and looking away, breath just a little too quick as you turned your eyes up to the sky. You’re just tired.

“Are you okay?” Tighnari sounded concerned and you forced yourself to look at him again. You thought convincing yourself would be the hardest part but you realized very quickly that controlling yourself would be. “Are you feeling weak? Light-headed?”

You opened your mouth to agree, use it as a sort of excuse to go back to laying down before you did something rash, but the words that left your lips were not a murmur of agreement.

“No,” you said, and you felt overwhelmed as he leaned a little closer, the back of his hand pressing against your warm forehead. You wondered if his ears were sensitive, if he’d shudder beneath you when you ran your fingers against the soft fur. You wondered if his back would arch up into you and you wondered if his fingers would dig deep into your skin like they had when he helped you up the slope. “I’m okay.”

“You’re warm,” he spoke quietly to himself. You blamed the withering zone that you had been sure earlier you hadn’t walked past—it must somehow be causing you to feel this way. “Hm… no sweats or chills though. Does your body feel weak?”

But his face was close to yours now and you could barely concentrate. If you shifted forward just an inch… 

No, you told yourself again, don’t be rash.

But unfortunately, you had always been rash—neither you nor your brother were known for your self-control, a flaw that unfortunately seemed to be written in your family’s blood.

His lips were just as soft as they looked, you noted as you leaned in to press your lips against his. He let out a soft noise of surprise, your eyes were screwed shut but you knew his must be wide open as you brought one hand up to cup his cheek.

You were sure he was going to push you away once he realized what you were doing, but a sort of searing fire ran through your body when you noticed that instead of pushing you away, his hands had drifted to hover over your waist as if he wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure you wanted him to.

You brought your free hand down to one of his, grabbing it gently to lay it against your body and you could feel him inhale sharply as his grip on your waist instinctively tightened. His lips moved hesitantly against yours, and despite the hard grip on your waist, you could still feel the way his fingers were trembling.

He was nervous. The realization brought you more joy than it should have but there was a sort of satisfaction that bubbled in your chest at the sight of the forest ranger vulnerable that you did not expect.

You reveled in the way he chased your lips as you pulled away, and you reveled even more in the soft whimper that escaped his lips as you dragged your lips to the underside of his jaw, trailing slow, wet kisses down his jaw to his neck.

His hands were tense on your waist, “We, ah, we shouldn’t, I-I need to keep watch, and-“

“I can stop,” you said quietly, voice muffled against his skin but his grip on your waist tightened at your words, fingers digging into your flesh to hold you in place and you took that as an answer. 

You shifted closer to him, lips moving just a bit more eagerly when his hands wrapped around your thighs, helping you move to straddle his waist. You brought your hand to slide around the back of his head, fingers intertwining with soft strands of dark hair. You could feel his breath hot and heavy against the skin below your ear as you continued to kiss down his neck toward his collarbone—shifting the loose garb out of the way, letting it slip halfway off his shoulders. 

His breath hitched as your tongue lightly traced the hollow of his collarbone, hands sliding beneath your top so he could feel your skin against his. His nails were sharper than you expected, pressing crescents into your skin and you nearly hissed at the sting.

Slowly, you kissed back up his neck, teeth nicking his skin with each light suck of your lips. He let out a low keen as your lips ghosted up his body, and you smiled slightly when you felt his throat bob beneath your touch. You kissed the corner of his lips softly, waiting for him to let out another soft noise as he turned his face in your direction, pressing his lips against yours yet again. 

Your tongue darted out to swipe his bottom lip, and Tighnari’s lips parted instinctively for you, you cupped the back of his neck, holding him as close as possible as you deepened the kiss. Your lips slid together messily as you pressed your tongue down on his, swallowing the barely audible whines he continued to let out.

He rocked his hips up against yours and your eyes fluttered shut when you felt him grind his cock up between your thighs, pulling back to watch as he tossed his head back against the grass at the minimal friction

You brought your fingers up to brush against his cheekbone, “You’re so sensitive, Tighnari,” you murmured, watching as he looked up at you through his lashes, eyes dilated, lips swollen and pink and wet, parted as he let out quick pants. “Has anyone ever touched you like this before?”

His eyes looked half glassy as he shook his head and you reached out, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look you in the eye, “Do you want this?” you asked quietly, waiting for a response. He nodded, but you only raised your eyebrows, trying to smother a smile when you noticed his hips bucking beneath yours again already. “Do you?”

“I do,” he gasped out, “I do, I do, I do.”

“Mkay,” you murmured, shifting down his body to unlace his pants. He lifted his head off the ground, neck craning to watch you as you undid his pants just enough to free his cock of its confines. You watched as it slapped up against his abdomen, tip flushed and pretty and leaking more precum than you thought was possible. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you leaned down, pressing your lips to his tip only for a moment, listening as he let out a choked, shaky breath, as a dull thud met your ears signaling his head dropping back against the ground. 

“So damn sensitive,” you say softly to yourself as you shuffle back up his body to straddle his hips, making sure to shift your own pants off, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands, “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” Tighnari was all but sobbing at this point, trying to rock his hips up into you to get any sort of relief. “I’m sure.”

And that was all you needed to sink down on his cock. You were barely able to hold your eyes open to watch the way Tighnari’s jaw went slack as his cock buried deep inside of you--the stretch nearly making your eyes roll back. 

Oh fuck, you thought to yourself, biting back a moan as Tighnari’s hips jerked up suddenly, tip brushing up against your cervix. His body was shaking and shuddering beneath yours, skin beaded with sweat and face having fallen limp to the side as he tried and failed to regain any sense of control over himself.

Your hands trailed down from his cheeks to his chest, nails tracing a light circle around his nipples, watching as his abdomen spasmed and another pretty moan escaped his lips. 

This wasn’t exactly safe, you noted absently as his slim fingers returned to curling around your thighs, holding you tight. Tighnari was loud, and while it was unlikely any other humans were around you were still out in the open but…

But you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop even if you wanted to.

One of your hands slid back up to his face, two fingers pressing against his puffy lips and you felt distinctly pleased as he parted his lips for you right away, letting you push your fingers into his mouth and press down on his tongue.

Slowly, you began to rock your hips against his—the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls and his tongue swirling around your fingers had heat spreading through your body fast, you could feel his moans muffled against your fingers, the way his hips rocked up to an erratic and uneven pace to try to meet yours.

He was pretty, was all you could really think as you struggled to not let your eyes squeeze shut so you could watch him--watch how drool pooled at the corner of his lips, how his eyes were half-rolled back and tearing up, hair splayed out beneath him and bangs sticking to his forehead, skin flushed from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. Your breath was heavy and shaky as you watched his ears unconsciously twitch and fold with each roll of your hips. 

You leaned forward, the fingers of your free hand grazing his left ear and the sound he let out was absolutely obscene, back arching up against you, the pace of his hips becoming even more erratic. He was trying to speak but his voice was slurred and barely coherent and muffled around your fingers, “Feels’good, s’good, ‘m s’hot, s’hot, ‘m’nna die.”

Tighnari let out a whimper as you pulled your fingers from his mouth, replacing them with your lips so you could press a heated kiss to his, swallowing each and every moan and whine that slipped from his lips, letting your hand trail down to his neck so you could wrap it around gently, only barely squeezing.

But even then, the feather-light action seemed to have him careening right over the edge, hips bucking up into you faster than you could keep up now, fingers digging into your hips as he chased his own high. Each snap of his hips had you letting out breathy moans into his mouth, had your eyes fluttering shut, had your head fuzzy and your body weak as you failed to try to retain any semblance of control.

You could feel every inch of his cock as he fucked it deep inside you--your grip on his neck and hair were the only thing keeping you stable on top of him. You could feel the heat pooling in your lower abdomen, coiling tight; you could feel him moaning into your mouth, you could feel the way they were becoming faster, more high-pitched as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge, as he felt your walls flutter and squeeze around his cock. 

“Oh god,” you half-sobbed into his mouth, body shaking as you tried to meet each of his thrusts, “Oh god, Tigh-Tighnari, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m s’close.”

You weren’t even sure he was understanding what you were saying, he looked entirely out of it. One particularly sudden thrust of his hips had his hip bone grinding up against your clit and your breath caught, eyes knocking back as the unanticipated friction sent you spiraling, body tensing, crying out as you buried your face into his neck, mind numb and blank as you came all over his cock.

Tighnari let out a string of garbled, incoherent pleas at the feeling of your walls tightening as you came around him, his tail curling around one of your thighs. His hips stuttered and stilled against yours as he followed you soon after, cumming deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his cum with a near-pornographic moan.

You felt hot, and weak, and full. You could feel Tighnari’s cum leaking from around where his cock was still lodged inside of you, warm and sticky as it dripped down your thigh. Your body trembled on top of his, trying to hold back whimpers as his cock twitched inside of you.

His eyes were glazed over as he stared up at the sky, limp against the ground, chest heaving. So damn pretty, you couldn’t help but think again as the moon reflected against his eyes, casting an ethereal glow over his skin. His skin was sticky with sweat and his hair messy and strewn all over his face. You reached out to brush some of his hair out of his eyes, swallowing thickly as he leaned into your touch.

“We should get back to the tent,” you said quietly. Dawn would break soon, and though the prospect of the sight of him splayed out beneath the glow of the rising sun was tempting enough to make you want to stay, you knew it wasn’t an option.

Tighnari let out a soft noise as your words slowly registered, and you bit down on your bottom lip as you let your fingers brush up to his ears again, running your fingers against one of them. You could feel his chest rumble just barely beneath you, eyes fluttering shut at your touch.

After a few moments, you winced as you slid off of him, helping him relace his pants and pull on your own before you shifted to the edge of the water, wondering if you could just go in there to wash up.

You hesitated when you felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of your head. You turned around to face Tighnari again. He was leaning up on his elbows now, his top still hanging off his shoulders, watching you expectantly. He was waiting for something.

“What?” you asked, and he only looked down at the water briefly before his gaze flickered back up to yours.

“There are fungi in that pond,” he said, and you blanched at his words, “they’re rather aggressive. If you had listened to me a few hours ago when I was telling you about the forest, you would know that.”

You stared at him, remembering how he had been staring at you so expectantly, “Were you waiting for me to go in?” Tighnari did not answer your question, which was an answer in itself considering he didn’t shut up any other time. “You’re unbearable.”

“You would have brought it on yourself,” Tighnari said, “I did warn you, you just weren’t listening when I told you.”

The pleasant buzz of the aftermath of your high long gone, you scowled furiously as you rose to your feet, grabbing him by the bicep and hauling him to his feet.

“You are going to find me water to wash up in and then you will bring me to Sumeru City,” you said as you dragged him back toward the tent.

“If you want to go to the city, you will find your own way because I am taking you back to Gandharva, the more you speak the more it makes me think you did go near a withering zone.”

“What is that supposed to mean? … Hey, answer me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 … that wouldn’t be so bad. 

#ORGASM FEARS !

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

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

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

✣ all characters presumed to be 18+

୨୧ minors do not interact. reblogs/comments appreciated!

requests are open!

୭ XIAO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

୭ AYATO

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

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

Keep reading

— 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐢𝐢

✦ breeding their beloved god (yandere sagau!) feat. itto, diluc, scaramouche, ayato

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, everything is consensual, religious/cult themes breeding kink, creampies, yandere tendencies,  monsterfucking adjacent (itto), size kink (itto), cumflation (itto), dick piercing (itto), semi-public (diluc and ayato), power play (scaramouche), cockwarming (scaramouche), sadist (scaramouche), kinda hate sex (scaramouche), bath sex (ayato), dumbification (ayato), overstimulation (ayato), implied degradation (ayato and scaramouche), unedited

Itto is probably the acolyte that most recently discovered you. Growing up, he wasn’t all that interested in the Creator, after all—what Creator would have people throw beans at him of all things? It wasn’t until recently, seeing your face in person when the Shogun introduced you to her land, that he realized he had been wrong this whole time and he will do nothing to stop atoning for his prior disbelief.

Whenever he would see you out, he managed to find you thanks to the rest of the Arataki clan, regardless of which high official you were with. This has granted many enemies he knows of, like Sara, to enemies he doesn’t realize like Ayato. Still, telling jokes and eating his favorite snacks with you is what he absolutely lives for. He is your obedient oni willing to go to jail time and time again if that means he can see your smile.

He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, cock pulsating and throbbing as he gulps to try to soothe his dry throat when your legs are splayed out to him—in the shabby, crackling shack he calls his home. He continuously swirls his tongue in his mouth, etching every sweet taste of your cunt in your memories before finally trying to push the tip of his cock inside of you.

Itto feared you would despise the inhuman curves and ridges of his cock, but you simply grabbed onto the sheets of the futon as he struggled to push his fat cock inside of you. He tries kissing every tear that drips from your eyes, feeling his stretch you out further and further as he pushes his way inside of you—the bulb of his length firmly nudging against your cervix wishing nothing more to push even further inside—body shivering from the cold metal from his Prince Albert piercing.

And even though he can’t fit, you’re shocked to feel your legs hooked on his arms as he proceeded to jam his cock inside of you over and over sharp teeth gazing over your neck. Even the oni teared up feeling your insides cave in, squeezing tight against his ridged cock. He can finally repent for being a disbeliever as you cry out his name repeatedly feeling him graze over the most sensitive parts inside of you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling his heavy balls empty themselves inside of you, a thick river of cum already beginning to stream down onto the damaged wood. Setting you down, he could only laugh patting the bulge in your belly—pressing it down to watch more of his cum drooling out of you.

Maybe if you accept his repentance, onis could truly be loved as you do him.

Diluc was motionless when he realized you were his beloved God. He remembered going to church with his father when he was young, hearing the gospel and the glories you brought to them. Those stories were the only thing giving him hope, like a lone flame in his life of darkness once he lost his loved ones. And here you are, confused, and oh so innocent from the atrocities of this world.

He was the one you would stay with at Dawn Winery as he made it a mission to make you feel like absolute royalty—the uncrowned King of Mondstadt wouldn’t have it any other way. Some of his favorite things to do were listen to your day as the two of you ate dinner. Hearing your stories of exploring the manor and asking about his past, always made the usually brudish man smile…that is until he began hearing that others, like that bard and his cursed brother, visit you.

He hated how quiet he would get after that, sipping his grape juice and pondering how he could deter anyone from ruining the sanctuary he’s made here with you, the heaven that he rightfully deserves after years of suffering. 

Dinners became much more interesting when his fingers plunged inside of you, as your body lay out on the luxurious grand table. His digits exited out of you, coated with your slick before he unbuckled his pants and pressed his tip along your folds—slowly entering inside of you. His eyes could only widen in delight as you pulled him closer to you, your legs wrapped around his hips to bring him closer and cock plunging itself inside of you. 

He didn’t care if his staff saw. He didn’t care if his regional God even walked in. All he cared about was connecting your soft lips against his, rutting into you like a madman and savoring the heaven you had given him. 

He could hear your muffled moans against your lips as his hands woved themselves with yours, placing them high above you on the table. He continuously ground himself against your aching clit, feeling your gummy walls flutter themselves against him. Even as his hips bucked, hot cum spurting out inside of you, he finally parted your lips—a string of saliva connecting you two—before brushing his lips against your nape. 

Please let him have more time in Eden, with his beloved. That’s all he asks for.

Why should he worship you, the Creator when all of his life has been suffering? Seeing you in person rattled the puppet, his body trembling in anger. Why are you looking at him in adoration? Weren’t you the reason why he could never have a heart, why one of your devolved followers, Raiden Ei abandoned him like a toy? As much as he hated to admit it, he so desperately wanted that look of want that you gave him.

Still, Scaramouche tried to avoid you left and right, but he always managed to come back eventually. He tried pushing you away with yours instead but seeing tears threaten your eyes was enough for him to succumb and apologize, holding you tight in his arms. He hated you…but he loved and craved you. How did this make sense? Maybe he was truly a faulty creation.

From this point on, Scaramouche began to travel with you claiming he was simply “protecting the creator” in an attempt to understand his feelings for you further. He couldn’t help but be irked seeing everyone worship and praise you or even seduce you. Wasn’t his feelings for you enough? Couldn’t you just be satisfied with that?

The frown on his face always curved into a smirk as you clung tightly to him, cock buried inside of you as the Ballader mockingly patted your back. Something was so thrilling to have the object of everyone’s admiration struggle not to cum by his orders. He could only shush you with a cruel smirk, feeling your inside clutch and try sucking him in further.

He pinched your cheek, causing a whine to erupt from you before snapping his hips up causing you to yelp. It was so utterly adorable to him, watching your lip quiver as he ground you against him trying to encourage him to finally plow inside of you. He chuckled, hand weaving around to pitch your throbbing clit instead, pulling on it as you cried out for him again before rubbing tender circles on it as your slick stained his fingers.

Suffer a little more, before he’s ready for you. It’s what you deserve for what you put himself through. Come on, tell him that he’s your favorite little doll already.

It was mere child’s play to convince the Shogun to let you stay at the Kamisato residence, after all, he and his little sister had proven time and time again how loyal they were to you. There was something about walking you through the halls of his estate, your timid smile trying to convince him there was a mistake about you being God was enough to almost let his inner mind slip just how cute and small you were to him.

Ayato knows better, studying who the Creator was and how to best serve them, but he couldn’t help but want to test theorize for himself—test if you were truly worthy of his worship. Seeing you pass every trial with a determined smile, made his heart truly flutter in adoration. He, out of everyone, knew it would be a matter of time before you got a concubine from the endless list of your devoted followers. So he was determined to be the one to seduce you first. 

It was rather easy getting you flustered. Simple touches here and there. Leaning in close to see if you’d finally close the gap between you two. Things were much slower than he would’ve liked, but he wasn’t sure what else he could do. Even as he sits in the hot spring baths, all he could do is sigh continuously strategizing before he heard the doors open.

Everyone knows this is the time the lord takes his bath, it’s in his schedule. When lavender eyes made your gaze, his lips could only curl up into a smirk. He would finally reap the benefits of this long political game he had set out to win.

Having yourself pinned against him, the warm, very shallow swatters of the bath—clit burning in overstimulation for his fingers continuously toying with it no matter how many times your body came in pleasure. His cock thrust inside of you rapidly, your legs propped up on his wide shoulders letting him rut even deeper inside of you.

He couldn’t help whispering how it was unbecoming of a god to cave into their lust as you did, but he would continue worshipping you despite your falls feeling your walls tighten, and back arch as you came yet again from him. Finally letting a groan out and cum inside of you, cock pulsating inside of you as it finally became to soften. 

A dark chuckle escaped him, pressing his thumb against your glossy lips, wiping the drool threatening to drip down. 

Aww how cute. It seems his precious God forgot their name.

I would sell my left kidney to have some mafia boss Venti content

content warning: yandere, possessive behaviour, unequal power dynamic. reader disrection is advised.

Okay, I've had this thought before! Because Venti's definitely the one who seems super happy-go-lucky—the type to murder someone in cold blood, but smiling as though he were playing a game, humming all the while a cheerful tune under his breath. The type to use extremely thin blades hidden away everywhere on his body in secret pockets no one knows. He's short, but he’s earned a reputation. The throwing-knife, stabby kind. And he likes to make his toys sing.

So how I imagine the backstory is that you’re an investigator that’s managed to worm your way into the family, working right under the boss himself—the same boss that’s been so unknown to your department, who’s so mysterious that no-one even knew their name, outside of the top family members.

How it begins is this: in the city of Tevyat, there are seven prominent groups in the underground. You've been sent on a mission to infiltrate the ones that call themselves Mondstadt, the so-called freedom fighters (though fighting for what freedom, you’re not sure). How you actually get in though, is far from the usual orthodox ways afforded to investigators of working their ways up to meeting the leaders. The higher-ups of the organization were exclusive and hidden, the boss of the family even moreso.

But of all the bosses in Teyvat—archons, the populace calls them, since they’re similar to magistrates in that they set down the unspoken laws of the underground—the Mondstadt archon is the most unknown one. In fact, there had been rumours he’d already been killed, or stuck in a coma, or some other tragic event. The head of the Mondstadt group is now Jean, who’s inherited it from the old guard composed of people like Varka, but she’s not the archon, which tells you that the Mondstadt archon hasn’t been killed at all. Not if the title was still used on some hidden piece no one knew. It seems that the archon’s just extremely laissez-faire in the governing of his group.

Unknown this archon may be, but somehow, through a stroke of luck, you end up saving someone with connections to him. Not that you were aware; you merely thought he was an eccentric singer. His name is Venti, and you save him from a cat, of all things, the little kitten circling the frightened man who keeps sneezing and shooing it away. My saviour, he positively sings it when he inspects you up and down after the offending kitten has been safely given back to its own (a little girl in red, who has quite an explosive imagination). There’s this gleam in his teal eyes when he calls your name, a sure sign of a mischievous trickster. That should have been the first sign. But you suspect nothing of his darker roots, taken in by his boyishly handsome looks. 

You still think he’s a normal civilian, so when Venti insists on rewarding you for your bravery (it shall be sung in ballads, he says with a smirk) by bringing you to a fancy dinner party as his guest, you accept reluctantly. Not because you want to go, but more so because this man sticks around you like sticky rice, refusing to let himself from your side even as you’re making your investigations. when you tell him you’re busy with matters. The excuse was that you’re interested in joining the Mondstadters, and that’s when his eyes twinkle. “Oh? Why would you want to associate with a bunch of thugs?”

“I think their philosophy is interesting,” you tell him half-truths, something about seeking power and admiring the Mondstadt archon and freedom in joining their group. If it could even be called freedom, how many rules and regulations the families set down in order to prevent territory wars.

“I see!” Venti claps his hands together. “Maybe you’ll find the party useful then! It has quite a number of notable attendants. Perhaps their connections will help you.”

“Notable? You mean like celebrities?”

“…you could say that!” Venti says while laughing.

Strangely enough, even though Venti’s broke—you’ve seen the poor state of his wallet, nary a penny to his name—he manages to send you this expensive suit set, complete with this little brooch at the lapel, emerald gem pinned, a pattern of the wind etched onto it. You don’t think much of it, much more aghast at the fact that Venti was able to afford this item—he could barely pay for his drinks whenever he dragged you to the bar with him, and even then, you paid for him half the time. The other half of the time consists of Venti putting the drinks on his tab and getting scolded for it by the red-haired bartender. So shocked were you, you don’t even ponder how it is that he knew where you lived. After moving to a new location because of this assignment, you’ve never told anybody your new home.

You attend the party. Grasping at straws, because the secrets of the boss were so highly protected, you sigh and make yourself decent enough to go. When you hand in the invitation, the guards at the front widening their eyes at the chicken-scratch of Venti’s writing, they let you in without a fuss, even bowing profusely at you as you step through the door. Rich people are weird, and it seems like the people they hire are even weirder, you think absentmindedly as you wander around the halls of this luxurious mansion. People give you a wide berth, occasionally glancing at the emerald gem you keep touching in some semblance of comfort at your lapel. 

It’s when you try to get to one of the break rooms to rest your feet that you finally understand what Venti meant when he said there may be “prominent figures”. Because the person you almost knock over is the acting boss of the family, Jean.

She’s there, apologizing so softly, so politely, as you try to keep yourself from showing any of your shock on your face, your heart about to leap out of your mouth, beating so violently against your ribcage you think you may be ill. That’s when Venti pops in, that disarming smile, as always, present on his face. He’s surely laughing on the inside at your thoughts right now, racing so fast you struggle to keep up.

“So that’s your person, sir,’ Jean says, as Venti wraps his arm around your neck in a friendly hold—friendly only to him though, because you were finally beginning to understand. “You should keep a better watch. In this place… you never know who could take advantage.”

His.. person? Sir? The horror of the situation finally dawns itself on you, puzzle pieces sliding into place, as Venti nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck—an intimate gesture you’d gotten used to, having known him for months now, but only now does it make your mouth dry. Not with anticipation, no, but a deep unsettling dread that lodges itself in your throat. 

“It’s okay,” Venti says to Jean, the smile never leaving his face. His eyes shift to the brooch at your lapel, and his arm lets your neck go, sliding around your waist instead, pulling you toward him. “Everyone we’ve invited should know better than to displease the archon of Mondstadt, don’t you think? Not if they don’t want to get a knife in their eyes, I’d think. I do enjoy the loudness of their screams though.”

Jean shrugs, nonplussed at his violent words. “Whatever you say, sir. I’ll be going now. The guests will need to be watched extensively, after all.”

You watch her leave, and finally you open your mouth.

“What just… No, who are you?” 

Venti grins. “You said you wanted to join us, didn’t you?” His grip around your waist gets tighter, and you’re acutely aware that despite his slight form, he’s strong. Too strong for you to do anything about his touch, how his fingers are tapping on your hip bone a rhythm to an unknown song. “As your new boss, I must say…”

He leans into your ear, warm breath caressing the shell of your ears, voice sing-song with a smug satisfaction, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

You swallow. You hadn’t even agreed to joining—but isn’t this what you’ve been working toward? So you smile weakly, say, “Likewise,” and pretend that his eyes are not sparkling at how your full attention is on him. Pretend that the kiss he presses to your cheek is just a friendly gesture—and not a mark of possession, like the one he’s pinned to the lapel of your suit, like the bruises you’ll find on your neck in the future, when Venti makes you sing like he’s always wanted.

NOOOOO I'M TAKING HIM WITH ME I'M TAKING HIM WITH ME OR I'M STAYING

Aether and Lumine can drag their asses back to Tevyat if they wanna see their older sib again because I'm staying with Wanderer 😭 give that puppet a tiny kiss

(from this and this!) the fact you chose him out of your own siblings—him, the discarded puppet who was never enough. you could have chosen to stay for one of the archons, for the people and the gods you’ve helped. hell, even one of the multitude of friends you’ve made in your travels across teyvat, but the fact that you chose him? he doesn’t quite believe it, ears ringing and heart stuttering as he asks you if you could repeat what you said. and you smile indulgently, ever so soft, ever so sweet, ever so you that he can’t help himself from falling all over again when you say, “of course i’m not leaving, silly. i promised i’d stay, didn’t i?”

he stumbles, nearly trips on his own feet as he rushes to throw himself at you, burying his face in your shoulder as he cries in relief. and you hold him, unbothered by the wetness gathering in your clothes, strong arms secured around him—real, just like the fact that you’re staying with him. staying for him.

and oh, he realizes, welcoming the warmth in his chest, this is what it means to love someone.

Random brain rot but I suddenly imagined prison guard Aether and inmate Lumine.

Never in your life did you imagine yourself in the position you were currently in but that was the reality you were living in at this exact moment. Framed for a murder you did not commit you got sent to a prison and you immediately realized you how much you stood out there.

All of the inmates were terrifying but their crimes did vary - from petty theft, to assault, usage of drugs, murder and everything in between, it was clear that you were just a little lamb that was thrown into the pit of merciless wolves.

Your roommate did nothing to ease your worries either.

Lumine was one of the most terrifying people you had met in your whole entire life, even if she was never actually cruel or mean to you in any way, shape or form. Despite her small stature and soft voice it was obvious that she ran the entire prison like a well oiled machine. Most feared and respected her while others were dumb enough to challenge or make fun of her.

None succeeded in their quests.

Everyone would either receive the infamous glare™ from her or the cold shoulder and that was on a good day. But you? She was so soft and sweet to you that it felt more like a burden rather than a blessing. Everyone in the vicinity knew you as Big Bad Lumine's little plaything which made your already miserable existence even more unbearable.

As you lay in her lap she tells you stories from her childhood and how much she missed her twin brother. "You would really like him." she'd say, her eyes everted towards the small window that gave her a glimpse of the starry sky. "You're going to meet him soon enough anyway."

You were fast asleep, much to her delight.

The next few weeks after that became even more confusing than they already were. There was talk about a new guard that would regularly patrol the areas Lumine was in and just a few days after the rumors spread like wild fire you actually managed to meet the new guard.

He called himself Aether and he was as sweet as he was pretty, and he was very pretty. He gave you things, many things such as candy, books and little items that could dull the boredom that haunted your sad cell. He was extremely doting and thoughtful but even so, alarm bells rang in your head. Prison guards are hardly ever this nice, why on Earth was this guy giving you so much special treatment?

You felt like cracking your skull open once you figured out that Aether and Lumine were related. How did you not see it sooner?! Idiot, you'd shout to yourself inside your head as you stared at them in horror. It was so obvious, so stupidly obvious that you practically deserved a beating.

Your particular prison was known to mistreat its inmates and guards beating them up was a common occurrence but no one laid a single finger on you. Aether was covering for you, do it would seem. It was strange to see the pretty blond man with a vicious grin on his face as he smacked around several of the inmates on a regular basis, quickly earning a wretched reputation in record time... And then him turning to you, suddenly smiling and being the cute boy he wants you to see.

But what the twins what to see the most in the world is freedom. They want to be together, they want to be free.

But now, they wanted you in that fantasy of theirs as well.

And they were going to do everything to turn that fantasy into a reality.

love lost - aemond targaryen.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader.

warnings: mentions of rape.

summary: you are forced to see Aemond after six long years much to your dismay after finding out you are still to be wed to him.

word count: 2200+

a/n: reader is adopted by Rhaenyra and Daemon. I personally couldn't force myself to write such direct incest lol.

(X)

An incessant ringing sounds in your ears, a mild throbbing in the back of your head signalling the start of an oncoming headache as your mother Rhaenyra reaffirms what you had most hoped no longer stood.

“No, no, no,” you mumble in your seat, shaking your head in denial and pushing your palms into your eyes.

“I thought-,” you cut yourself off, leaning back in your chair and pinching at the bridge of your nose. “I thought when we left King’s Landing that my betrothal to Aemond Targaryen would be null and void.”

“Now, why would you think that?” Daemon raises a barely visible brow at you.

“Because it’s been six years!” you argue, fixing your sharp gaze on your parents.

“Six long years since we’ve left King’s Landing and not once was there mention of my betrothal to him. One would naturally assume that it ceases to exist especially when another was put forward. Albeit he is not longer but, that's not the point. Now, suddenly because we have to go back, I’m to find out that I am still to be wed to that halfwit.”

“That halfwit is to be your husband,” Daemon mocks.

Your cheeks burn in anger, but you say nothing to him, knowing it would get you nowhere. Instead, you intentionally turn your now softened gaze to Rhaenyra in the hopes of garnering some sympathy from her for she knew what it was once like to be in your position.

“Mother, please,” you plead but, your gaze hardens just as quickly as it softened when she’s blocked from your view by Daemon.

“That’s enough. You like your siblings will do your duty to this family. So be it if that duty means marrying Aemond Targaryen then that is your duty and that is the end of this conversation.”

-

You sigh heavily into your drink, eyes downcast and watching the amber liquid slosh against the glass of your cup as you swivel it around in your grip. The false niceties for the sake of your adoptive…. Grandfather? Uncle? You weren’t sure what to call him since your mother married Daemon but, the false niceties had taken its toll and you simply couldn’t feign friendliness any longer as you sat beside your betrothed who’d been ignoring you all night.

“Is there a problem?” Aemond bites out, head turning to finally acknowledge you.

“Yes,” you sigh dramatically into your drink for what you think to be the hundredth time that night.

Swivelling the cup one last time, you drain it of its remaining liquid then place it on the table, laying your hand flat at its base and looking back at Aemond. You narrow your eyes at him, briefly mimicking the look of annoyance on his face which is met with a scowl. While he scowls at you, you take the time to study his features, observing all the way in which his face had changed since the last time you saw him in Driftmark.

Your relationship with Aemond hadn’t always been like this. There was a time when the prospect of being married to one another was all the two of you had wanted. Of course, things had changed when you had steadfastly stood by your brothers (and at the time, cousins) the night Aemond lost his eye. Perhaps you were to blame for the downfall of the relationship between you two - many did say you should've stood by him. But then you remembered his promise.

“You are the problem,” you groan.

You probably wouldn’t be so bold if you hadn’t been steadily becoming more wine drunk with little to no filter standing between your thoughts and your mouth and if Aemond wasn’t irritated with you before, you were certain he was now. What was otherwise a handsome face marred by the ugly twist of his mouth. If looks could kill…

He says nothing right away, his face relaxing back into the cool expression he seemed to always wear nowadays, and you steel yourself for whatever insult he’s sure to throw at you but, it doesn’t come.

Your… conversation interrupted by a hand being placed over your own on the table, and you sober immediately, skin crawling at the older Targaryen boy. You had made it a point to avoid him the entire night, well aware of his indecencies. But, as Helaena danced with your younger brother, Aegon had you cornered between himself and Aemond and if Aemond’s behaviour towards you tonight was anything to go by, he would be of no help.

“Y/N,” Aegon practically coos at you, and it takes everything for you to stop yourself from vomiting all the wine you had drunk, on him.

“Aegon,” you speak with a clipped tone.

Instead of being deterred by your lack of response, Aegon takes it upon himself to drag his chair closer to you. You don’t realise you were moving too until your chair knocks into Aemond’s, your own knee knocking into his thigh. If Aegon could sense your revulsion, he didn’t show it. Although you were sure the depraved boy was likely finding joy in it.

“It’s been so long. Had I known you would blossom into such a beautiful young thing who enjoyed indulging in the cup as much as I did, I might have asked that your hand be given to me instead of young Aemond’s here,” he caresses your hand between both of his.

“Although I hear my brother is in the business of making people who are not him in your life disappear,” he chuckles, eyes flickering to Aemond.

“And if you were not my brother, I would make you disappear too,” Aemond grins. “Now remove your hands from Y/N or I will remove them from you.”

You groan in disgust, standing abruptly in your chair. Perhaps you should've been grateful for Aemond's defence but, it only served as a reminder of what he had done in the past. The sound of the chair’s scrapes are lost amongst the noise, everyone else too engrossed in their own doings to know what was happening at your end of the table and, you use it to your advantage to sit yourself amongst your younger siblings.

“Seven hells,” you exhale loudly, slumping in your new seat.

“Not having fun, sister?” Luke asks, filling your cup for you.

You nod in gratitude, taking the cup in hand, “oh brother, you have no idea.”

Leaning closer to him, you speak low enough for only your siblings to hear, “let’s just say I would give an eye to be anywhere else but here.”

Laughter erupts amongst you all, catching the eye of Aegon and briefly Aemond but, the night carries on. Everything fine for a few more moments until all hell broke loose with Aemond’s final tribute.

-

The quiet of the Red Keep during the night is a stark contrast to its bustling nature throughout the day. The only sounds being the echo of your shoes on the stone pavements as you navigate the secret passageways back to your room. The long walk much needed to clear your thoughts after the turn supper had taken and then the argument with your mother and Daemon that followed.

While you thought the obvious outcome would be to call off your betrothal to Aemond after the insults flung at your brothers, your mother thought otherwise with the seeming resurgence of her friendship with Alicent.

The heavy door creaks on its hinges and closes with a dull thud as you try but fail to be quiet, hoping that no one in your family would hear it from their rooms. But that becomes the furthest thing from your mind when Aemond Targaryen is sitting in front of the fireplace of your room.

“I do believe you have a fireplace in your own rooms,” you quip.

Crossing the room to the large bed, you finger at the night gown laid out by your handmaidens – all of them now gone to bed due to the late hour.

“It’s dangerous enough as it is to be wondering the grounds of the Red Keep during the hour of the owl and yet you also insist on doing it alone,” he scolds from where he sits, gaze fixed intensely on the flames and ignoring your earlier comment.

You breathe a short laugh.

“and yet,” you mock. “I wasn’t alone, was I?”

Turning to face him, he’s already looking back at you as your fingers close around the end of the bedframe.

“Mmm… someone has to look out for you.”

“Is that what you call it?” you narrow your eyes at him, fingers now tapping irritably against the wooden frame.

“If you have something to say… say it,” Aemond taunts.

You open your mouth ready to fire back but, hesitate. In your sober state, you were able to actually hold a conversation but, you didn’t hold the same bravado you did earlier in the evening and quite frankly you just wanted to sleep. You roll your eyes, turning your back on him and sweeping your hair over your shoulder.

“Help me undress, my handmaidens have gone to bed,” you call him over.

You wait patiently, tension thickening as he gets closer, each step heavy and purposeful. When his fingers brush at the hair at the base of your neck, goosebumps spread across your skin.

“You anger with me is misplaced,” Aemond mutters gruffly.

He begins to undo the back of your dress, trying to focus on being careful in undoing the intricate design that holds it together and not your exposed skin.

“I hardly think so after what you did at supper earlier tonight.”

“Tonight?” he tuts, his hand pausing to graze the partially exposed skin of your back. “Tonight, is not why you’re angry with me.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his touch. You want to protest but, have no energy to. It would be a losing fight anyway because he’s right, it wasn’t why you were angry with him but, saying it out loud made you feel silly. When you don’t respond, Aemond continues.

“Between the two of us, if anyone should be holding onto anger and grudges it should be me. You did lie about what happened that night Luke took my eye,” he reminds you.

“I made amends for that,” you defend.

“I know. Sapphires. Which I’ve grown quite fond of.”

Sapphires indeed, ones you had sent him in various shapes and sizes in place of his eye. An apology without apologising.

Turning to face him, you place a hand on his chest, the other reaching for his eyepatch. You don’t worry about your dress or dignity, knowing that he hadn’t undone enough of it for it to fall.

You wait for him to pull away from your touch, but he doesn’t. You allow your hand to gently touch the leather eye patch, waiting a beat before finally removing it.  The scar might’ve been hideous on any other face and, it is hideous but, it doesn’t do anything to take away from his appearance. He certainly doesn’t look the beast that so, many claim.

“I loved him truly,” you drop your hands to your side. “the last one that you took from me. He made me happy.”

“Your happiness with him was fleeting,” he utters, eyes trained on you as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His hand trails down to your cheek, caressing softly before it continues its journey along your jawline and finally resting at the base of your neck.

“So, you can stop feigning anger with me.”

“How did we get here?” you mumble, searching his eyes.

The tension suffocates the two of you. Aemond’s breath fanning across your lips and, you don’t even know when he got so close. His lips ghost yours and you involuntarily lean into him but, you're held back by his hand that has snaked its way from the front of your neck to the back.

“We loved one another once. We will learn to love one another again,” and with that Aemond closes the distance between your lips.

The kiss is desperate but tender and, he holds you to him like he will never let you go.

For all that he has done, promises that he made to ensure that you would not be happy after undeniably going against him, he still carries a torch for you – his love is not lost and when you kiss him back with as much urgency and fervour, he knows your love for him is not either.

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