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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.”

OF ALL THINGS, I BECAME A SEELIE!

Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make him fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

➸ Aether, Dainsleif.

➸ Gender-neutral reader.

➸ Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow.

#AETHER

You were ecstatic when Aether chose you over the purple seelie; you didn’t want to be trapped in the glass container you had been captured in for an eternity shortly after being isekai’d into Genshin Impact.

Aether would be surprised by your immense enthusiasm to travel with him, and he laughs softly when you nuzzle his cheek. He certainly picked an affectionate seelie and doesn’t regret his choice at all.

Your intelligence comes as another surprise for him. He knows that seelies are good at finding treasures, but you seem to be a special case as the intelligence you possess is on par with a human’s. You’d help him solve the complicated puzzles scattered around Inazuma, and you don’t hide like his other pets when monsters show up! Like a true companion, you float by his side in battle, empowering him with your moral support. He truly appreciates you.

Aether takes really good care of you, and even Paimon pointed out how he seems to love you more than her. You don’t need to eat as a seelie, but he sometimes forgets that and ends up pushing the food he made against your blob-like body, earning a squeak of protest from you. He also tends to sleep while hugging you like a teddy bear; he didn’t think you were one to enjoy cuddles until he found you all nestled up in his arms one morning.

You’re an adorable and smart seelie, so of course you’d attract the attention of his friends. Childe complimented you on how brave you are to not poof out of existence when there’s danger, and Xiangling commented on how chewy you look… However, Aether’s greatest concern is Ayato; when the Yashiro Commissioner noticed how intelligent and loyal you are, he kept trying to bargain with Aether to keep you as his pet. Of course, Aether would shoot him down every time whilst holding you protectively.

Aether is used to people leaving him - but after embarking on many adventures with you as an extra companion, he can’t imagine things ever being the same if you suddenly disappeared one day. You’ve become an important presence in his life and he swears to protect you from Ayato. You and Paimon will always be with him, right? He didn’t realise he asked the question out loud until he feels you press against his lips, causing his cheeks to flush happily.

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OF ALL THINGS, I BECAME A SEELIE!

Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

Aether & Dainsleif ver.

➸ Cyno, Al-Haitham, Nilou, Tighnari.

➸ Gender-neutral reader.

➸ Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow. Al-Haitham is a little mean here 😂

#CYNO

Cyno finds you buried in the sand when he went to the desert, having been drawn towards your burial spot by your frantic squeaks. When you got isekicked to Teyvat, you had the worst luck of running into a group of eremites who decided to bully you, but fortunately, Cyno happened to be nearby after you were trapped in your sandy coffin.

He isn’t sure what type of creature you are and decides to bring you to the Akademiya once you were dugged out. He’s surprised when you wiggle free from his hands and float up to rest on the spot between the ears of his headpiece, but he doesn’t say anything since you weren’t being difficult. Just as he’s about to step inside the Akademiya, he’s quickly stopped by Aether who then tells him that you’re a rare seelie.

It doesn’t take very long for Cyno to warm up to you. He thinks that you’re rather cute (but would never say it out loud) and would sometimes poke your squishy body out of curiosity. There was a time when he disturbed your sleep with his incessant poking, which earned him a tiny slap on his index finger.

Seeing the General Mahamatra with a downgraded version of the Traveler’s flying companion is certainly a sight in Sumeru City. You’d follow him everywhere, even when he’s apprehending a scholar for plagiarism or other academic violations. You act like an extra pair of eyes for Cyno, which he is grateful for; if the scholar tries anything funny, you’d instantly alert him. You eventually became Cyno’s unofficial partner, and he’d feel a little lonely if you’re not around to listen to his god awful jokes.

Cyno initially didn’t know that you don’t need to eat and has tried to feed you dried fruits and nuts on occasion, only to get uno reversed every time. Taking the seedless date from his palm, you proceed to push the fruit against his lips to silently tell him to eat it. He hesitantly opens his mouth as you shove it in, and he couldn’t stop the minuscule smile from surfacing when you rub against his cheek with an adorable squeak.

Whenever he has a meeting with an official, he lets you fly off on your own, knowing that you’ll come searching for him once you’ve done enough exploration for the day. His only concern is you running into Al-Haitham; he’s an Akademiya lunatic and Cyno doesn’t trust him at all. He’s not sure if you understand him, but he would always remind you to avoid Al-Haitham.

Later on, Cyno orders a mini version of his headpiece for you to wear so that the two of you could match. You don’t miss his soft smile as he carefully puts it on you and calls you his seelie Mahamatra.

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drabble: making tighnari cum just from stimulating his ears (・∀・)

Warnings: usage of aphrodisiac. pm me if im missing anything but it shouldn't. fem body reader, no 3rd person pronouns used towards reader. "Unofficial" sequel to this one. Minors and ageless blogs DNI

a/n: as a good tighnari simp, im obsessed with those ears ok, so please accept this humble drabble for these trying times

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"You're trembling more now," you gave the minimum space required for you to speak your observation, truly having fun like this. You returned your mouth to the tip of his ear as your hands rubbed on the base of it. 

You had a suspicion that your partner was close to cumming, given that he wasn't even able to answer you. 

His hips kept bucking into yours, chasing after that sweet friction with increasing desperation. You pinned his hips down.

"You're going to spoil my results, 'Nari," you whined. "After I'm done with this, I promise to do whatever you want, 'kay?" you separated from the main attraction to glance at him. 

"Please—Please, it's been minutes," his eyes were lidded; neither his bangs nor the way he averted his gaze were enough to conceal his thirst. "Don't be mean," he whimpered.

Mean? You were curious to find out if you could make him cum merely by teasing his ears. You were right now, trying to assess if the tips were more sensitive than the base. 

A copious amount of precum was leaking from his cock. You were positive that if you did as much as poke it, that would suffice to push him to climax.

You rubbed your thighs at the memory of how much he came that time.

Even as he was carrying you on his back, you could still feel the remnants trailing down your inner thighs. 

"Don't worry, I think I know how to speed this up," you said innocently, trying to hide your excitement, and returned to his adorable fox ears. "I opine that these features of yours deserve attention too. Is that really a crime?" 

Tighnari was about to say something, but all that came out was a broken moan at how, without notice, you pushed both sensitive peaks together into your mouth. 

After a potent shudder and a quivering plea, you felt some of his cum land on your thigh. 

He huffed, the adorable blush across his face, along with those desirous eyes, was nearly enough to make your heart combust. You held his warm face in your hands.

"It wasn't that bad, right?"

He glared at you for a fraction of a second. 

His eyes widened.

"Hehe, now don't get too ahead of yourself. I made you cum by sucking the ends of your ears, but I want to find out if I can do the same with the base."

"You can't be serious," he softly wailed. "Please just untie me and let me be on top,"

"Don't worry. I know another way to quicken the results," you showed him the small capsule of aphrodisiac, made of that plant from that encounter.

You placed it on your tongue and leaned down to kiss him. Five seconds into the heated kiss, the unexpected happened: Tighnari pushed further down the tiny capsule, and by reflex, you ended up swallowing it without meaning to.

The realization dawned upon on you, his eyes gleamed with renewed vigor. In the meantime you were processing what happened, he freed himself from the rope.

In the span of a blink, you found yourself pushed against the mattress, a very eager ‘Nari towered above you.

consider - yan tighnari letting you escape, purely for the thrill of the chase. what can get his blood hot better than a hunt, especially with the promise of lovely prey?

cw: non-con, dub-con, yandere. predator/prey, chasing, knotting, other animal instincts. not sfw, minors dni. reader is afab, but no gendered terms are used.

It starts out as a question of trust. You have been so sweet to Tighnari recently; stroked his tail whilst he sat with you and curled it around him, parroted back to him that you loved him, thanked him for the food he prepares for you even though you know there are things in there that should not be. So he leaves the door unlocked.

If you do not leave, he has won, and you are truly as adoring of him as your words promise that you are. And if you do . . . well. His rut is coming in (he can feel it when he presses close to you, breathes in deeply from the crook of your neck with his ears tickling your bare skin), and it will be most satisfying to hunt you down and have his way with you when he does.

Of course, you leave.

You've only been pretending to be agreeable, after all; waiting for him to let his guard down, so that you can make your escape. You're absolutely certain of it; he trusts you too much, you're sure, to think you'd really make a run for it. And the forgotten locking of the door is a cherry on top; you'd stolen one of the pins he uses to pin butterfly specimens when he wasn't looking and had been intending to pick the lock, but this makes things so much easier.

You don't bother making plans beyond 'run'. You do not wish to be slowed down by a pack of food or supplies; and the Avidya forest was your home too, once. You know what you're doing. You know where you're going - as far away from Gandharva Ville as you can. The other Forest Watchers all adore and venerate Tighnari; you will not find any help there.

It's night, and you think that this will make it easier as your bare feet pad on soft grass, as you avoid groups of Fungi and just about manage to not stumble on twisted vines. You cut your shoulder on a low hanging branch; rip the thin shorts you're wearing on a thorny mass . . . but you keep going, and that's what's important. Endurance. Making it somewhere safe before Tighnari even knows you're missing--

There's a crack of feet on the ground, snapping a twig, some feet away.

It's not him. It can't be. He's always quiet, he'd never be so clumsy as to break a branch like that . . . it's not him. You're paranoid.

(It's him).

Tighnari's blood is running hot in his veins; his fox-predator instincts (his prey drive) excited at the thought of a chase. That you are the prize at the end of it is the cherry on top; until then, he gets to enjoy himself, lose himself in the glory of the chase. He's breathing heavily as he follows your scent, utterly wrapped up in it. The smear of blood on the branch makes him whine aloud. That's his mate's scent, his mate's blood, they're near and he needs them so badly that it hurts. If they're hurt, he'll lick their wounds (before he sinks his teeth-fangs into their shoulder himself and kisses and licks and takes them all over again).

He can hear your breath, too. Smell you. Practically see the path you've taken through the woods. He's in a heated rush, but when the scent gets so strong that it makes him feel dizzy, he can't help but want to play with you some more.

He steps on a branch. Sees the way your head snaps, your eyes wildly looking about for the source of his noise. That adorable panic on your face! You're like a little mouse, all scurrying and desperate and big-eyed and pouting in fear . . .

Foxes hunt mice.

You see the shine of his eyes in the dark before you quite realise what's going on; have just turned around to try and run when suddenly all of his weight is on you, pinning you down, hands-almost-claws scrabbling at what little you're wearing as he whines right against your ear.

"Caught you," he's panting, in between dragging his tongue over your neck, the slightly rough texture making you shiver against your will. "Shouldn't have run, flower. I . . . caught you. I won."

You try and plead with him; you're in public, you're in the middle of a clearing, you're sweaty and dirty and you're scared, please, just wait until you get back - but there's a cast over his eyes, a breathless excitement in his words even as you're losing your clothes to rips and tears of his hands. You've seen this look before. He's going into a rut, and there's going to be no stopping him.

You tearfully beg anyway, your voice coming out in whimpers and squeaks - but it's just prey noises, you're just playing, and despite how sensitive his ears are to everyone else, they just twitch happily in response to you as he nips at your neck and his hand delves between your thighs to coax slick out of you. His tail is thumping excitedly on the ground.

He's absolutely gone. There's no gentle forest watcher Tighnari left in the fox-man pinning you the forest floor; there's just animal nature. You are Tighnari's mate, he thinks; the two of you have played at being a predator and its prey. You are the prey, and Tighnari has successfully caught you, and that means he gets his reward.

He's biting at your shoulders, licking at every bare skin, huffing against you as he undoes his trousers and you feel his cock press against you. Tighnari's been 'kind' enough to assist you with a few cursory pumps of his fingers, but other than that - he pushes himself into you with a high pitched whine, and you can do nothing but lay there beneath him with his body boring down on yours and take it.

You try and squirm. You try and whimper. You try and bring him back from the edge - but the rut has well and truly hit him now, and all he is doing is pumping his hips deeper and deeper into you, whining in pleasure when your body finally relents and accepts his knot--

He's stronger than he looks. He doesn't care, when it's all over and he's come inside of you three times on the forest floor and a little haze has cleared, that he's dragging your naked body back to Gandharva Ville in broad daylight. All he cares about is that he won.

In a few days, when the rut wears off, you'll be punished for running away. Punished on top, anyway, of the puncture marks from his fangs and the soreness between your thighs, the awfully full feeling of having more than several loads of his come pumped directly into you for hours on end, the scratch marks all over your hips and back--

But right now? All he wants to do is get you back into his hut and spend the rest of it with his knot buried as deep inside of you as it will go.

If you squirm more? If you struggle a little? If you simply once more kick his prey drive to its very zenith?

. . . Cute.

"He... He sent you something again?!"

The shrill and concerned voice of your friend Rana rang loudly through the tavern as she angrily slammed her hands on the wooden table, a vein threatening to pop out of her forehead as you presented her with yet another gift Al-Haitham had sent you. This time it was a simple red rose, it's pretty petals nothing short of eye catching but you, and Rana especially, wanted nothing more than to ruin the delicate flower as it lays on the table undisturbed, the power of dendro infused into it which prevented you from doing anything. It also didn't help that he added something to the flower that caused other minor difficulties - you had accidentally pricked your finger on the sharp thorn but what freaked you out was how the blood got absorbed into the flower. A neatly written note accompanied the bloom, stating as such:

"Once a tiny droplet of your blood falls onto the rose, it shall be a part of your life force. If you are unwell, the flower is unwell. If you are happy, so is the flower. A great way of keeping track, don't you think?"

Of course none of the ink was visible before you had cut your finger....

Life in Sumeru City had been peaceful for the most part but you decided to be a fool by befriending Al-Haitham, a man whom hardly anyone liked and everyone warned you against seeing.

Oh how you wished you had the power to turn back time and make yourself not meet him. He was more stubborn than an angry mule, it was like the word no didn't even exist in the man's vocabulary. Go away might as well be Take me with you in his eyes.

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Short as hell but I'm too tired to continue

— and i'll call you..!

summary : when the genshin men call you "his".

cw : nothing to note

genre : romantic fluff!

characters : albedo, diluc, xiao, ayato

albedo ; the science of observation.

getting matching stationeries with albedo was a terrible idea. it's hard to discern which pens are yours when they're identical to his. your only hope of finding out would be by asking your boyfriend. "hey, albedo? is this pen mine or yours?" is a question heard often during study sessions. one quick glance, and he'd answer with a curt "mine." but on days where studying gets a little too boring, you decide to play with him. "albedo, is this mine or yours?" he does his signature quick glance, only to double take when he sees your finger resembling a mischievous arrow to yourself. he pulls you closer to study your features- eyes glazing over your skin with a smirk. "hm... i believe this is all mine."

diluc ragnvindr ; rare occurrences.

many a time does diluc call you his- though he mostly doesn't do it verbally. rather, the title of being 'diluc's partner' comes with the many gifts and accessories he gets you. you don yourself with expensives only the uncrowned king of mondstadt could afford, and he cannot be prouder of himself; hoping to get more and more until you've drowned yourself in his name. despite this, the times he's actually uttered the word "mine" can be counted on one hand. you add one more to the list when he comes up behind you, facing a mirror. a small smile graces his face. "you're stunning," he whispers, before taking a hesitant breath. "you.. look like you're mine."

xiao ; noisy lips.

xiao isn't a vocal lover. he's more of an action guy, someone who presents his love on a plate of romantic gestures. hold him in your arms, however, and his tight lips turn loose. his breaths explore the vast expanse of your neck as he snuggles up within your embrace. "mine," he mumbles, smearing a warm sensation onto your skin. that warm sensation is followed by a kiss- short, wet, and full of affection. "mine," he whispers again. again. again- leaving a trail of kisses that lead up to your jaw. and when his pupils meet yours through the top half of his eyelids, you're met with an urgent question. "mine?" and it's almost a plead. you laugh- "yes, xiao, i'm yours."

kamisato ayato ; claiming his rights.

being ayato's partner means that you're often free when he's not. there are, of course, many ways in which you would spend your time. thoma would be one of them. on days when you're feeling active, consuming your energy is best done with inazuma's fixer. him running errands all over town is your second best source of entertainment- the first being "accidentally" bumping into ayato at the boba store. your lover's feigned surprise always ends with a playful wink; right before he leaves for more work. at the end of the day, as you chat with thoma through the exhaustion, ayato'll come to pick you up. "pardon the intrusion- i'd like to take back what's mine."

giggles. . . tighnari likes being close to u when he fucks you and he subconsciously wraps his tail around u to keep u close. he's also 100% down with outdoors sex in the middle of the rainforest. generally a v soft man

*twirls around* he's adorable ty for indulging me de <3

warnings: f! reader, outdoor sex, soft tiggy, creampie; 0.5k wc.

He reeks of desperation in the way he tugs you closer to himself, “you're so warm.” he breathes, lips chasing yours as you try to sneak in a lungful of oxygen.

It's true, your skin feels like it's on fire and it only spreads like gasoline with each touch of his. The added thrill of being out in the rainforest like this just sets all your nerves alight, “so are you.”

smiling at your giggle, he wraps his tail around your waist, the soft green fur of it a welcoming gesture against your bare skin, “what if someone catches us like this?”

Tighnari slants his hips into yours and your mouth falls open in a breathless moan, “hm, then they'll know that you're mine.”

he says it so casually that you're hitting his shoulder playfully, “kidding!” a laugh falls from his lips, “who would ever come to the middle of a rainforest?”

He doesn't allow you a moment to ponder though, cock pushing past your tight walls and rendering your brain numb, “s'tight— ah, you're...”

he's stumbling upon his words as his cock throbs inside your clenching pussy, “you're gonna make me cum too soon if you keep squeezing me like that,”

his hand weaves into yours, fingers intertwined as he whispers against your lips, “relax baby.” and he hears you gasp for air as you try to follow his suggestion.

But as soon as he thrusts into you, your cunt is clamping down on his throbbing cock with both your groans filling the air around,

“you close?” you're nodding at his question, perhaps too eagerly, “yeah,”

“good,” and his voice is shaky now, his ears twitching as he heaves above you, hips rutting into yours in a frenzy— like he couldn't get enough of you, “gonna cum for me, darling?”

“yes, tighnari— fuck,” your voice breaks off into a loud moan as you gush around his cock. Tighnari follows close, teeth sinking in your neck as he fills you up with his cum seeping down your trembling thighs,

“for research purposes,” he chuckles, out of breath from the intensity of the orgasm, “we should do this more often.”

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or five times you attempted to pet tighnari's ears and the one time he let you

tighnari x gn! reader rated: t wc: 9k+

a/n: i swear i'm not a genshin writer. every now and again one just really hits me and won't leave me alone. i'm shaking at the prospect of meeting cyno.

|1|

when you had taken up the life of a very luxurious forest ranger, you hadn’t done so with any grand goal in mind. growing up you’d never been enticed by the prestige of the akademiya. the too tight robes warded off any appeal of unlimited knowledge. 

you weren’t much of a haggler either, so market trading had never been much of an option. to be honest, in most cases you couldn't be bothered and would give away something for free if it meant getting the person out of your face.

maybe as a child you’d dreamed of theatre. promises of dancing in front of a crowd. or performing a sincere song of gratitude in honour of your generous archon. but there was a reason why only the children of sumeru dreamt. because it saved you the reality of embarrassment. 

ultimately it made sense for you to be a forest ranger. you were blessed with a vision and had the aptitude for conflict when needed. you didn't mind being outside. sumeru was a beautiful land of bountiful vegetation and fauna. you were proud to be part of the force protecting it. 

so naturally, you were destined to join their ranks. you would fit in splendidly as long as you followed the basic code of conduct.

the rules were simple:

execute every possible strategy to ensure the safety of the public

do not engage in any withering zone excavation without first reporting it

do not under any circumstances attempt to touch master tighnari’s ears.

you believed that honour should be given where it was due, and tighnari certainly earned a bulk of it in sumeru. he was as tenacious in his research as he was in his determination to cull the withering.  

it was admirable. unquestionably gave his subordinates something to look up to. it helped that he made an easy guy to work for. tighnari was an abundance of knowledge, never failing to deliver relevant facts about any form of botany in sight. 

during your initial interview he completely sidetracked himself from testing your competency in favour of dumping the equivalent of a knowledge capsule on the entire forest on you. and during the whole time all you could think was how cute.

those fluffy, distractingly soft ears he had that twitched with every emotion. you noticed that sometimes they swayed unprompted, as if they had a mind of their own. the man himself seemed oblivious to your obsession, or just so immune to the attention at this point that it hardly phased him. 

it was a shame really. 

because by the time he realised you were out of your seat, he had a split second to snatch your offending hand before your fingers to reach the fur. the utterly adorable culprits seemed to tease your failure, flickering invitingly just out of reach of your wiggling fingers. 

at least you had enough integrity to smile in the face of defeat as your future boss leered at you unimpressed. 

he spent the remainder of your now orientation laminating over the very extensive punishment policy to be expected of any broken infractions. 

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it was safe to say the threat of punishment didn’t weigh too heavily on your consciousness. what you did learn, was everything more the life of a ranger had to offer. it wasn’t as though you belittled it to a simple forest guide. you were well aware of how each and every one of your colleagues put their life on the line to protect the gifts from the first of the dendro goddess. 

but you never expected your contribution to feel so satisfying. 

every day your body got stronger, gaining the resilience and stamina to endure long treks through the forest. you became more in tune with your vision, able to protect not only yourself but others from harm. unexpectedly, tighnari’s long winded tangents began sounding more appealing as you absorbed the information rather than repel it. 

with each passing day you grew into the role of a proper forest ranger.

though there was one thing you hadn’t grown out of. 

“you two will be assigned with me. we’ll patrol the southeast canopy.”

tighnari was always so serious when delegating assignments. archon’s bless him. given it was a momentous occasion as it was imperative to understand everyone’s role so that their was a fair opportunity to return home safe and sound. 

it was just he way his ears followed each command. the adorable quiver not at all equivalent to his resolute voice. even after over a year under his command, it was still so distracting. to be fair, you’d learned to control your urges. after the second attempt and a week of making sure the long row of lamps remained glowing, you had at least accepted the pressing issue of testing his patience. 

your respect didn’t go unrewarded either. over time, you learned that under those cute ears was a very interesting man. you always knew he valued his time in the forest and that the publications were not just for show like some of the akademiya graduates. but to witness his unfiltered passion for the forest was … kind of refreshing. 

it made for genuine conversations that allowed you to feed off one another. while you’d never quite match his never ending knowledge for botany, you accompanied it well with your growing love for fauna. 

in short, tighnari had become an unexpected friend. 

with very endearing ears that you still felt the urge to touch after many, many months of barely held restraint. 

it was admirable. 

worth the gained friendship. 

and yet.

collei’s shoulder knocked comfortably into yours as she hopped with glee. her joy made her unaware to the sharp gazes watching her exuberant movements for any signs of fatigue. being around collei had eventually led you to believe that something was different about her.

as a fellow trainee for a time, the two of you had grown close enough for her to feel secure in delving into more of her past. her illness wasn’t necessarily rare but it wasn’t often you met many affected with as much optimism as she had. 

there was no doubt she had bouts of pain. sometimes you would cover her patrols to give her extra days of rest. tighnari was the most observant, always knowing when she needed a break. still the girl was a refreshing take on life in these darkening days. 

it helped that you both shared a fixation with a certain pair of furry ears.

whereas she was more timid in her appreciation, you had yet to shed your bold approach. 

well, maybe you got a little smarter. 

“but i already know about the sweetwater mushrooms,” collei whispered back, confusion staining her voice. there were times like this that her charmingness rivalled tighnari. 

you resisted the urge to pat the crown of her head. 

you all knew about the infamous fungi. upon its discover, tighnari had spent nearly a month after submitting his entry into the new rainforest guide speaking all about its elements; to anyone or anything regardless how responsive. 

if it was a botanical topic the fox found it hard to resist engaging. 

leaning closer, you kept a close eye on the leading man.” i know you do but tighnari always has something more to say. i just need you to ask him about it.” you refrained from using the word distract. 

collei’s ability to lie wasn’t a favourable skill. more often than not she caved in on herself before being able to spin a convincing tail. you’d learned fairly quickly the first time you convinced her to test a new route. the two of you hadn’t found any trouble but the slight delay in return roused a few questions. and of course tighnari had been the investigator. she never had a winning chance. 

“i still don’t get why i have to ask.”

“because i need an opening to try to touch his ears.”

the sharp gasp she left out was enough to shatter the gossip bubble as tighnari turned with a suspicious frown. his gaze fell heavily on you as the culprit. 

“what are you two muttering about?”

laughing sheepishly, your hip checked subtly against the younger girl’s as you took the lead. “just about the dusk birds. their mating season is approaching.”

tighnari raised a brow, but didn’t question further. one of the ways you’d managed to bond with collei had been over the observation of the bird hatchlings. they were one of the safer offsprings you were allowed to track in your earlier days, making you very familiar with their nesting grounds. it was one of the few areas he allowed you both to wander together without supervision. 

“uh huh, well unfortunately i doubt we’ll get many sightings this low. please try to stay vilgint for any threats.”

tighnari rolled his eyes at your comical salute but was unable to hide his small grin. it only fed into your wider one. 

good. he was in an amicable mood today. you’d both need it. 

collei managed to remain cool headed despite your hanging plan as the three of you ventured through the more worn paths. travellers and students alike tended to frequent these parts, fending off most wildlife who didn’t want to be bothered. it was mostly flora that flourished, taking up any available space. 

the perfect conversation starter. 

the green haired trainee squeaked when you cleared your throat and nudged her softly. the noise caused a flicker to tighnari’s ear but he otherwise left the two of you to your devices as he examined the population of fungi. 

your gaze darted to the seemingly preoccupied man and back, to which collei gulped but carefully approached. “um, master tighnari. do you mind going over the procedure for warning travellers about fungi again? sometimes i stumble with the more insistent ones.”

you could hear a bit of truth bleed into the ploy. it was certainly convincing enough as tighnari gestured for her to come to closer as he plucked a few samples. “certainly! it’s always good to familiarise yourself. sometimes they can get a little tricky. like this one, the bell-shaped and conical caps can often confuse people. you have to really pay attention to the arch…”

archons bless him, it didn’t really take much. 

tighnari’s eyes darted briefly to you as you settled near them. his body turned to welcome you into the discussion, but he otherwise continued his deep analysis of proper measurements of cap width. the fleeting eye contact was enough for you to witness the undeniable brightness as he conversed. 

as much as you liked to tease him, the jest hardly had any weight when the man was as serious about his research. he often responded with a chide about the importance of understanding and how it promoted coexistence. and then he would give you editions of his publications for you to study. 

the first few times, after you’d baulked at the depth of the information, you’d actually managed to discover a few interesting elements. despite his ability to drone on, the passion he felt was undeniable when reading through this material. even if you didn’t retain much of the actual reading, the smile you developed lingered. only to widen when you’d witnessed the excited flicker of his tail when you’d returned the books with a few inquiries of your own. 

tighnari took your interest in the fauna populating the forest seriously, cultivating the bud of fascination and furthering it. you hadn’t developed enough academic discretion to attempt a article- not that it would have been credible without the proper education- but tighnari baubles your insights all the same, often using your tracking skills to help develop new routes during various mating and hibernation periods. 

it … really helped you feel at home. valued amongst the other forest rangers. 

so what if you occasionally found your cheeks warming whenever he complimented your new discoveries. 

“when people ask, it's important to point out as many examples as you can to help them identify. in most cases you only have their attention for a few minutes so you need to capitalise.”

you had to give it to collei, she was either fully immersed or integrating very well into the diversion. though when tighnari got like this, it was nearly one in the same. 

rolling onto your knees, you paused as those endearing astute ears twitched in your direction. tighnari hadn’t skipped a beat, however instinct was so inherent. it made for an unfair advantage, however you had desensitisation on your side. the next disturbance you made as you leaned closer hardly got a reaction as his second nature focused on the world outside your bubble. 

it was a flattering downfall that you’d happily exploit as your hand neared your objective. 

“- actually that’s a common mistake. some of the gills look similar but if you notice here..:”

oh no. 

in one fluid motion, tighnari managed to capture your hovering hand, dragging it forward under his arm to come in contact with his other. the motion dragged you flush against his back as he manipulated your fingertips against the underside of the mushroom. 

“-… there’s a coarser distinction. of course, you have to be careful when encouraging other to touch freely as some can still be poisonous.”

naturally you doubted tighnari would use you so freely as an impromptu demonstration, punishment be damned. though the way he kept your appendage hostage implied that you weren’t free from reprimand. 

poor collei chuckled nervously as tighnari held out the fungi for her to try, eyes wondering anxiously between the two of you. from your imprisonment, you were unable to see what expression tighnari was giving off, but if the tight grip was any indicator it was safe to hypothesise that it wasn’t in your favour. 

“i um- see. thank you, master.”

tighnari didn’t appear to have any ill will towards the girl which was a small grace. his tone, however, was noticeably pinched as he directed the conversation over his shoulder. 

“do you have any questions, ranger?”

yep. 

there’s the wrath. 

accepting defeat, your head careened forward into the hollow of his shoulder as you mumbled your negative with the shake of a head. Immediately you felt his posture stiffen in responses to your relaxed submission. the proximity awarded you a personal showcase of the heat crawling up the back of his neck. 

interesting. 

“well then!” tighnari forced a cheerful bravado as he brought you both to an abrupt stand, releasing you in favour of stepping forward to lead. “collei, listen closely as they recite every classification as we finish our patrol. we can make note of their mistakes so that they don’t make them again when they extensively copy them onto the new pamphlets for next release.”

it didn’t evade you how the fox refused to face you as he pressed forward. you dared to guess that the rosy hue of his neck might match the roundness of his cheeks.

perhaps some discoveries were worth the failures. 

|3|

“I really want to feature the spinokrok in my next story but I’ve never really seen one up close. dad says it’s too dangerous though.”

“he’s right. they’re at the very bottom of the ravine.”

“oh…”

“but sometimes i pass through on patrols. if you’d like, i can snap a reference photo for you!”

“really? that would be awesome, thanks so much!”

children’s happiness was truly a unique fruit of motivation, both gratuitous and frankly slightly treacherous to consume. tighnari might liken it to one of the colourful sprouts that populate the banks near the cliffside; beautifully cunning but sure to leave you with a nasty surprise.

—okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. 

but you were certainly going to be in for quite the scolding if tighnari found out that you derailed your patrols for the sake of taking a leisure photo of wildlife. in the defence of safety, the fox wasn’t as easily swayed by a childish promise. 

fortunately, you were adept enough with just about any patrol path through the rainforest by now. your experience often persuaded tighnari to give allowance for you to tend to the paths along the outskirts of the village solo. 

which you were totally doing. 

just from a view a couple hundred metres below. 

the path towards the wetland ravine was a muddy line in the undergrowth, a quieter trail that rarely gathered much traffic: traveller or wildlife. to be honest, you hardly ever saw anything other than the spinokrok’s down here. though given their diet, it wasn’t much of a surprise. 

you carefully neared the bankside, watching the position of the sun in between the treetops. you’d already bartered away a lot of your time venturing this low. while you were known for a bit of wandering, if you took too long to check-in someone would end up alerting tighnari before long. the sky was already beginning to bleed into a light orange, the beginning shades of the setting sun melting into the blue above. 

not your first nighttime return, but the light scolding would be easy enough to shake off. 

the sudden splash drew your attention to the winding river as a crane took flight. the skittish fowl wouldn’t have been alerted to your presence this early which meant that your targets weren’t far off. 

tugging the kamera from your knapsack, you followed the line of the water through the lens. 

“there you are…”

razi would be pleased with the prints of the small brood of three. highlights from above complimented the red scales nicely. curious, you swung the lens further upstream in an attempt to capture a few more. known for their meat, if undisturbed it would be easy enough to find at least another two or three. 

however as the slithering vines stretched norther further, twisting through branches on its congest to conquer vegetation, you found the rapidly darkening view to be concerning. sure enough, the once plentiful flora was beginning to shrink on itself and take on a dull shade. the distinctive red flow of the withering zone was seated right in the apex of the blistering landscape. 

“here too?”

the area was small, but this route was part of the weekly assignments rather than the more frequent. had you not come here in search of fauna, it likely wouldn’t have been discovered for a few more days. unfortunately, locating it yourself was tantamount to giving away your private detour. 

for a brief moment you debated taking the chance to report, weighing the pros and cons. ultimately, the loss of independency once tighnari tracked your impromptu route was too great of a squander. besides, it was a small devastation. you were qualified to handle it.

—except for the corrupted machina lingering just out of sight. 

the narrow lens of the kamera hadn't been able to capture the additional dangers before you neared. had you been aware, you would have attempted to at least down one before you got too close. it was a tight battle, suffering under the thick miasma while trying to cut off the source. 

you’d managed to down the bulkier of the two, but the swindling snake-like projection had been doing an annoying job of evading your strongest attacks. with your hp at threatening level, coupled with low energy regeneration, you were starting to regret your choices just a little bit. 

you briefly wondered if tighnari would scold you through the eulogy. 

the darkness blanketing the forest worked against you, as the remaining threads of daylight faded. the red glow of the withering was the least comforting form of light to rely on as you made a hasty dodge away from the blasting beam. 

“oh, crap.”

a miscalculation saw your foot caught on a fraying vine, careening your forward as you landed heavily onto the ground. the threatening wind of the machina generating energy had you sucking in a harsh breath as you attempted to stand, resulting in a sharp jolt of pain as your ankle protested. a cold chill numbed your body in the worst way as the unsettling realisation of your actions weighed in. scrambling feebly for your weapon, you attempted to shield the next blow though you knew it wouldn't be enough. 

“enshroud!”

your body jerked in alarm as a cloud of green circled the earth around you. the lack of visibility should have been worrying, had you not been very familiar with it’s caster; and the inevitable reckoning that would come. 

the first half came in the form of a series tanglevine shafts trained to track and devastate. the secondary wave wiped out the last of the threats before your savour was able to focus on the bleeding blooms. you’d never been more grateful to witness a successful clearance, as the suffocating effects of the withering abed away. it gave you just enough clear air to breath a grateful sigh of relief before it all soured. 

the second half of your retribution, was a quieter approach of wraith then you were use to. tighnari refused to look you in the eye as he kneeled before your injured limb. not that that you were trying to see the reflection of your guilt staring back at you. it gave you the opportunity to observe that he’d come alone, making you wonder if he’d been informed or had simply stumbled upon you. 

neither option was beneficial. 

the fox was obviously simmering, that much was clear even in his silence. he’d produced a small aid kit from his belt and was examining your ankle. the first sounds of annoyance permeating the air when you squeaked at the firm pressure against the joint. 

it was obvious that you wouldn’t be walking out of here. 

as if you weren’t in enough trouble. 

tighnari’s reticence preserved as he tied a stiff bow at the end of your wrapping before turning to offer his back. sighing, you accepted your fate and looped your arms around his neck. tighnari waited until your knees settled at his sides before he rose to his feet, added a second security under the weight of your thighs. 

at first you hoped to construct a plausible excuse in his silence, but after you’d practised the same redemption for the twelfth time you were starting to become more concerned about his resilience. you dont think you've ever witness tighnari hold back a scolding this long. 

unable to hold out any longer, you poked the hornet’s nest. 

“so razi has this new story idea.”

yeah you were throwing the kid under the bus, sue you. 

the first flicker of his ears was a subtle warning, but you pressed through. 

“he wanted to use the spinokroks as his next character but he’d never really been able to see one up close. and naturally it wouldn’t be safe for a child to traverse the forests. even with his father.”

there goes the second ear. 

“so being the helpful forest ranger i am under your tutelage, i offered to secure a reference photo for him. which of course—”

tighnari’s voice came quiet and strained. “please stop talking.”

you waited for him to say more, sure that he’d have more to tack on, but no other words left his lips. it was disconcerting in a way you hadn’t experienced before. you'd suffered through annoyance, frustration and some rage. 

but rarely disappointment. 

it was bitter tasting. 

it was rather telling when even the wildlife seemed to avoid the pair as you ascended out of the ravine. tighnari managed to not only reach the outskirts of the village, but did so without cracking under the pressure of your culpability. 

unfortunately you weren’t as robust. 

“tigh—”

“for every word, i’m adding a week of lamp maintenance duty.”

you squeezed your arms and legs around him in a hug, seeking out a thread of comfort through the throbbing pain of your ankle. 

“i’m sorry.”

tighnari sucked in a sharp breath as his steps halted. you could see the first glow of the lamps in the distance, no doubt a night crew lingering near to welcome the late returners. 

“you’re an idiot.”

a tight fist squeezed your heart as you shuddered against his back. 

“i know.”

“another week! i cannot believe your absolute disregard for your welfare. not only in straying from your patrols but to attempt to clear a withering zone without reporting it first. what were you thinking?”

your lips parted, voice small,” well i thought given how far off it was that no one would come across it before it spread.”

the fox was quietly shaking under you,” i’m tempted to bench you for a year for this alone. you could have been killed.”

“but i wasn’t.”

tighnari didn’t acknowledge the crackled excuse as he resumed the ascent towards the heart of the village. the conversation was over, at least for tonight. you almost felt bad for those hapless to witness the quiet fury as the leader trudged through the canopy. though the arrangement surely painted a telling story no one dared to stop or question.

upon entering your bungalow, tighnari silently backed into your bed until you took the hint.

as your arms slipped from around him, your fingertips brushed against the furry cartilage. though the action went ignored by both parties.

“rest, we’ll discuss this in the morning.”

|4|

the discussion did not come the following morning, or the rolling day as the sun rose and set. given your ailment you weren't exactly able to seek out your punishment, though the waiting game felt like the precursor. 

for the first three days, your only visitors were collie and one of the local healers. tighnari likely hadn’t banned the nervous girl, allowing her to stumble in at first light to assess your injuries. it seemed as though he also didn’t inform her of much as she tired to glean what she could. 

unfortunately, your mood hadn’t really improved from the night before, nor had your pain levels. you managed a tight smile at best, gritting through a scarce overview. the overhanging rumours were that you finally pushed tighnari to his limits. which was not too far from the truth. 

your medicine came in three intervals, and each visit was just that. umm only offer a genial knowing close-lipped smile as she applied the numbing cream and rewrapped your joints. the only news came from collei with each meal. it was never what you wanted to hear, but the sound of a voice other than your thoughts was welcome. 

you were able to keep up with light chat, the both of you doing an amicable job at avoiding the shaggy sumpter beast in the room. if the flightiness she gave off was anything to go by, then tighnari hadn’t completely cooled off. initially, you’d only probed subtly. asking about her patrols to see who accompanied her. questioning new withering zone reports to gauge who might be assigned. either tighnari had instructed her to be tightlipped or she was on as much of a lockdown as you were because the information gleaned was inconsequential. 

it wasn’t until the fifth day, when you were able to balance on your injured ankle for longer than a minute that you dared to try for more. 

umm had just finished, stepping clear of the doorway to allow collei to maneuver freely with the two bowls of lunch. the younger girl was in a lighter mood, giving you the extra confidence to push. 

you took a bite of the leftover stew first, before testing the waters. “has tighnari taken you on any deeper patrols lately?”

the girl stiffened but otherwise did not show any signs of distress. 

“not really, he’s been kind of strict with patrols lately. only seniors have been assigned to the forest floor. i patrolled the understory with nasrin yesterday though! the dusk birds are starting to nest.”

you could resist a soft smile as the girl lead comfortable into a short tangent about the different locations she’d tracked in her notebook. she loved to watch the hatching process from the birth to first flight. tighnari was often more lenient with her during this season. you were pleased to know your mess up hadn’t resulted in that being taken away.

“hopefully i’ll be healed enough to catch one of the hatchings.”

collei’s gaze flickered to your freshly wrapped ankle, “master tighnari wouldn’t say but he’s been pretty testy about ranger etiquette lately. well more than useful.”

“yeah, i was pretty stupid,” you muttered, quoting the fox’s words from that night. 

collei sat upright on the chair by your desk, responding to your despondent mood. “he’s not nearly as bad as before though. i mean that morning after he was really mad. not like loud angry, but everyone knew not to test him. but he’s calmer now”, she assured.

you assumed as much. avoiding you was likely the best way to keep his temper in check.

you watched as the green haired trainee squirmed in her seat, no doubt uncomfortable at the idea of being between the brewing conflict. tighnari no doubt tried to ease that predicament by withholding information. the least you could do was honour your half to keep from setting her off. 

“umm said i should try walking around more. i got permission to pace the platform if you want to join.”

the girl jumped at the chance, nearly losing her bowl in the process. laughing, you quickly took hers and set it on the desk with yours before standing to your feet. collei was at your side, urging your arm over her shoulder. it wasn’t really necessary but you’d never turn down the girl’s assistance. 

carefully the two of you ambled through the leaves shrouding your entrance. it wasn’t the first time this week that the sun warmed your skin. umm had urged you to test the distance from your bed to your porch on the second day with each visit there after. it helped tp press your limitations while keeping the joint from getting too stiff. but this was the first time you’d been able to venture far enough out to interact with more than the same two people for the last few days. 

collei remained diligent as she led you down the straight path, attention not straying from your gait as you greeted faces you haven't seen in awhile. the reception was overall positive, your health and wellbeing superseding the wraith that had hung over the encampment for the past week. it narrowed down the list of those you’d need to apologise to at least. 

“oh it’s master tighnari!”

your gaze snapped to her extended finger, noting the tall tuff of ears before anything else. his back was turned to you, a fortunate thing as you still weren’t sure how to face him just yet. he appeared to be conversing with a group, though it wasn’t the usual collection of rangers waiting for assignments. 

you recognized the garments however. 

collei groaned as she sagged under your arm. “its the akademiya again. when will they ever learn?”

likely no time soon, as the pressure from both the forest and threat of the ‘scarlet king’ followers continued to rise. the first time you witnessed the prestigious envoy attempting to recruit the fox, you’d been in awe. it was somewhat of an honour to be approached by anyone doning the gowns. next to the archon herself, they were the reigning power. however the prestige lost a light grace, when tighnari scoffed at the invitation. 

it was one of the occasions that you’d really come to appreciate more than just his vast knowledge. of course, you respected him as a leader but it was different to consider his understanding of plant life on a scholarly level. his tangents that he loved to rattle your ear with were published and very popular articles. 

he was something of a celebrity. a fact that you loved to tease just to see the tops of his cheeks grow warm at the admission. 

now, even at this distance, you could see a similar red dusting his fair skin. but not in the pleasant way that warmed your chest. 

no it seemed that an inkingly of your excursion still peaked his heart rate. and this wasn't making it any better.

that wasn’t good.

“collei, please help me.”

“huh? oh, wait! not too fast.”

tighnari grit through a tight smile, barely hanging onto his fangs to keep them from showing. at a young age his mother taught him that human could find it threatening. frankly, right now he wished to find out how much of a truth that was if it got these nuisances out of his hair. 

this was the last thing that he wished to deal with right now. the institution had taken a different route it seemed, sending students under the premise of studying under his tutelage. something he would maybe consider any other time than now. 

his foot tapped irritably as one of the bolder ones spoke his piece, spouting words of prose that meant nothing to him. they were all weak and obvlivious children wandering aimlessly. he had enough of those under his own watch. 

“master tighnari, i've read all your publications intensively and feel that i would be a valuable asset in your further research of the withering zones. i believe that together we can find a cure.”

tighnari barely resisted rolling his eyes. it was almost laughable. the withering had plagued them for centuries and they were still no closer to curbing it. no amount of research at this point was going to factor in. all they could do was contain, and that was a skill the akademiya didn’t teach.

breathing audibly through his nose, the fox attempted to remain cordial. “i appreciate your determination, however, i'm not in a position right now to allocate more rangers to facilitate your safety. the forest—”

“—i’ve also read intently on the local fauna and proper was to track warning signs of predators…”

tighnari really hated when he was interrupted. 

“i’m confident in my ability to spot danger before it becomes a problem.”

especially by know-it-alls who were overstepping in his domain.

the student continued on unware of the growing dangers, “i’ve brought a few of my manuscripts with me if you’d like to browse some of my speculations and hypotheses…”

tighnari's brow twitched as the student droned on. for someone who boasted about extensive research on understanding predators he was rather obvious to the one standing before him. the same couldn't be said about his colleagues who were carefully edging back. 

“if i could just get a few samples—”

the student had sense enough to notice as the plant scholar suddenly flinched, hand coming up to grasp the wrist of the hand threatening to touch the tip of his ear. it was the first time since opening his mouth that he’d taken into account the strained curl to the lips of the botany researcher. 

his gaze then flickered to the more relaxed, if not slightly sheepish smile of the forest ranger behind. they seemed otherwise unconcerned despite the death grip they'd been trapped in for … attempting to touch master tighnari’s ears?

the student felt a shudder wrack his body as the fox’s grimace smoothed into … something that he would one day recognize as a reckoning he’d be fortunate to survive in years to come. 

“apologies, you’ll have to excuse me. it appears one of my rangers feels well enough to venture off their bed rest and is due for some new assignments.” with that, the lead ranger looped the still trapped limb over his shoulder before assisting the injured ranger back up the canopy. 

“you can give your manuscripts to my trainee, collei.”

the green hair trainee in question waved timidly, unsure of how she got in this position but willing to help.” hello, im forest ranger trainee collei. please let me assist you safely out of the forest.”

|5|

“it’s master tighnari!”

believe it or not, forest rangers did get off days. while it was still heavily frowned on to use that time to exploit certain privileges to free roam the forest, there were other activities that some could get up to. 

some would use the opportunity to travel to the city or port for the market or to visit family.

others utilised their freedom to work on personal research. 

then there was tighnari who used the opportunity to research the local flora … via oral experimentation. 

your small project had been tossed aside in favor of darting out of your bungalow at the cry of fright from the green haired girl. it wasn’t the first time you’d witnessed tighnari taking his passion … to the next level. that time, curiosity had thrown him into a rather long slumber that he’d conveniently woken up from after a gratuitous amount of panicking on collie’s part and just in time for you to return with the rescue aid party. 

it was safe to say that was not the last occassion, and tighari had treated you both to several lunches to make up for the scares. 

but it wasn’t often that he was brought back to the village in a state. more often than not the ailments resolved in the time it took someone to find him or simply shaken off with no concern. 

it was enough to have you barreling unannounced through the head ranger’s door with apprehension. firm but fraying hands caught you as you stumbled through, righting your body before you could embarrass yourself. 

“don’t worry, tighnari is fine. it’s a harmless reaction to one of the fungi he consumed.”

umm brought her hands to a comfortable leisure behind her back as you peered over her shoulder. 

tighnari was lain out across his bed. it looked as though he had been tucked away intentionally, but the man had fought away the sheets in a fit. there was a light coat of perspiration doting his forehead and his skin had taken on a rosy flush. it hardly looked harmless. you’d never seen the lead forest watcher look so … unravelled. 

when was he going to learn to stop experimenting so freely?

umm gave a passing pat to your shoulder,“with a bit of rest he’ll be just fine.”

you had hoped as much but it eased some of your worries to see him at least home safe. though his predicament still tested your resolve. you would distract yourself for the time being concocting your own chiding speech. seriously, someone needed to hold him accountable. as it seemed, you were the only one daring enough to challenge the fox. 

heavily a relieved sigh, you turned to leave. collie would likely need a second dose of comfort now that you’d taken your own inventory of the indisposed ranger. umm, bless her soul, wasn’t a very convincing source of comfort. having collie help prepare your speech would do some good for her as well.

“wait, don’t go yet.”

you stiffed at the unexpected plea. the voice behind you sounded a bit stronger than it should be in this predicament, more like the fox you recognized. umm hadn’t left you with any instructions, but it was safe to assume he was meant to rest as not to rile up his heart rate anymore. something you were very good at doing.

you liked to think that the two of you were on agreeable terms thus far. you’d been a textbook ranger over the last few weeks. not testing the limits of your privileges or boundaries. it allowed for the two of you to have some nice conversations. though you doubted anything very articulate would come from his mouth right now. 

it was unfair, how adorable he looked with mussed hair, heavy eyes and creased clothes. umm had taken responsibility to rid him of the more decorative parts of his uniform, leaving him in a simple shirt and pants. the said shirt appeared to have been tugged open, revealing the lean muscles of his chest and abdomen. 

that was decidedly leaning away from cute, as you tore your gaze away and scolded yourself. 

“you should really lay back down, tighnari, i need you to be yourself when i deliver your scolding later.”

“tigh.”

“huh?”

you were shaken out of your stupor when he stood, concern triggering your fight reaction as you quickly huddled him back onto the bed before he fell. he allowed you to do so, however when he glanced up at you his olive eyes showed annoyance.

“i prefer when you refer to me as tigh.”

your mouth open and closed silently at the admission. you could never recall tighnari outright scolding you for the curtail of his name. you used it so sparingly, and only ever in the comfort of just yourselves or collei. 

he never really showed any emotion other than surprise the first time he’d realised what you said. you never assumed he’d catalogued the occurrences to feel any ownership over the name.

you fidgeted under the scrutinised of the fox, unsure of how to proceed from there. it was obvious that he was still mildly effective if the rose of his skin was anything to go by. but there was undeniable clarity cutting through the fog in his eyes. it was enough of a relief to have your shoulders sagging slightly. 

if it got him to comply and rest through the remainder of the effects, you could concede. 

“okay, … tigh. please stop eating flora so carelessly.”

it wasn’t your intention to start the chastising prematurely, but if he wanted you to talk, you’d do so. you weren’t sure what all of this he would recall, but you hoped the echoing nag of your voice would hover like a hangover next time he considered experimenting alone. you knew he only tested things with vague assumptions, just enough to ensure that he wouldn’t perish on sight. but it was still close enough calls for you to worry. 

you thought nothing of the way he snared your hands, too used to having them detained in pursuit of your goal. maybe another time you would be the one to catalogue just how frequently the two of you help hands. certainly enough to suffer from desensita-

your speech cut off with a choke as the fox brought one of your hands to the crown of his head. it was the closest you’d ever gotten to your prize, just a simple flex of your fingers and it would be yours. 

and he was just allowing it. 

“um, tigh…?”

you swallowed as his hold slid to your wrist, thumb caressing the inside. 

“it’s what you want, right?” unintentionally your finger flexed under the strain of resisting, just the casual brush against the ear causing the body to shudder. tighnari managed an even breath through his nose, but you suspected his heart was creating as much of a racket as yours was. “ i want you to. i don’t mind if it’s you.”

you sucked in a sharp breath at the omission.

it took strength that you didn't think you had, and stupidity you’d likely reflect on later that night as you regrettably pulled your hand away. firmly not thinking at all about the soft whine that left the fox’s lips at the action. 

your smile was wobbly, frail under the weight of emotions teetering at the edge. you gave his bicep a comforting squeeze before you urged him to lay back in bed. thankfully he didn’t put up much of a fight as you tucked him in. 

his lashes fluttered closed against the cool caress of his cheek.

“next time, promise.”

between one breath and the next, he fell asleep.

|+1|

tighnari woke to a low hanging sun and a heavy head. despite the warnings he opened his eyes, then immediately shut them. though blurry and out of sequence, the master ranger was able to piece together the majority of his last coherency. 

he’d been experimenting with the effects of the moonshade mushrooms. there had been reports of unaware travellers losing consciousness in the middle of the forest and waking in a fevered state. naturally, he’d taken it upon himself to test the outcome in order to properly assign warning labels in his next publication. 

the initial bout of slumber had been brief, broken by a wave of nausea and the sensation of his body overheating itself. he then recalled umm stripping away his uniform in order to help him cool down.

and then there was you.

he remembered the sound of your concern and the inkling of berating though he couldn't exactly call back the wording. he was sure to get an encore either way; well deserved. 

there was a gaping absence in his recollection, but the sensation of your hand settled between the space of his ears hadn’t escaped him. when had he gotten bold enough to daringly reach out like that? sure you’d done the same on multiple occasions but it had been in pursuit of a singular goal while he—

tighnari stared at the leaf drawn entrance of his chamber, face burning. 

but surely that could not have all occurred before noon. 

“oh good you’re awake. that mushroom managed to down even you for a full day. it's certainly something to be aware of.”

the elderly woman peered briefly through the cut of the door before granting herself entrance. tighnari sat obediently still as she flittered over his vital signs, ensuring his temperature and heart rate were within agreeable boundaries. 

she scribbled the notes like clockwork into the parchment on his desk. while his methods weren’t often agreed upon, umm saw the value in the repercussions. her diligence had help assist in multiple breakthroughs. tighnari would be sure to deliver a nice basket of her favourite tree sap candies once he was back in working order. 

amir would have certainly taken initiative to oversee assignments for the day. he would certainly owe collei a visit as well to assure her fears. he vaguely remembered her putting up a fuss when he’d been carried in, shortly before she’d been directed out leading to her alerting you. 

tighnari’s cheeks grew hot again. he refused to acknowledge the rising blush even as umm chuckled quietly while gathering up her kit. instead, he kept his eyes on the entrance as he pinned his sashes in place and equipped his vision. 

it wasn’t as if the two of you weren’t already rather close. it was safe to say he gave you more allowances than most. sure, your futile attempts to touch his ears could be frustrating at times, but more so because of the opportunities you took than the actual actions. 

despite popular belief, tighnari didn’t truly hold his ears in that high regard. it was more out of proprietary that he shied away from strangers acting out of curiosity. to be honest, he really wouldn’t mind too much if a ranger asked to pet them. but it seems as if their own misconceptions had fed into the unspoken rule that his fox-like features were out of the question. 

except for you. 

over time, the two of you managed to lapse into a comfortable game of cat and mouse. tighnari knew if he’d shown any true signs of anger you would have backed away from the start. but his tolerance had permitted you to try again and again. 

so what if the occasional punishments he placed on you deterred the others, it never snuffed your fire and that was all that mattered to him. 

it was only natural that over time constant exposure would ignite his own interest. he could recall with vivid memory the way it felt to have you pressed against his back that time in the forest when you attempted to claim your prize in the middle of his lecture. he’d made you wait there while he finished the lesson, all the while relishing in the heat permitted his back. 

had it been just the two of you, he would have let you. 

yet when he finally caved and gave you the permission you'd been seeking all this time, you’d backed out. 

‘next time’ you’d promised. 

“if you’re done laminating, once you've finished eating you can go find them. i  believe i saw them returning not long before i came here.”

umm didn’t wait for a response as she saw herself out, her amusement audible even as she descended the ramp to her own domain. 

tighnari didn’t rush the act as he finished his meal and the provided water. once he finished, his lips turned at the dimming sunlight. his schedule was all but thrown out the window for the day, though he doubted anyone expected him to contribute much. still it stung his consciousness as a leader to leave his subordinates hanging , even if they were all self-sufficient adults. at least the headache had disappeared with proper nourishment. there would be time to salvage his routine later.

the sun was positioned late in the afternoon, but the dim light still irritated his eyes. he blinked through the sting as he welcomed the sight of the quaint village operating adequately in his absence. 

he returned any passing waves and gave brief responses to their questions. for the most part everyone seemed confident that he’d make a full recovery, though he still harboured the guilt of worrying them. 

brow pinched, he waved nasrin closer. “have you seen collei?”

the purse of her mouth didn’t spell anything good. tighnari hoped her illness had not acted up in his absence. “she had trouble sleeping last night so someone swapped patrols with her. she just set off not too long ago.”

the girl sometimes had trouble sleeping when plagued with anxiousness. tighnari settled that he would confront her upon her return, for now he had one more stop. he had a feeling he knew who offered to adjust their schedule to accommodate the girl.

he found your bungalow with practised ease, delivering a single knock before you offered entrance. he found you seated at your desk, no doubt detailing the report of your finding before submission. it was a relief to see that you took a break from your typical mischievousness to conduct a seemingly uniform patrol while he was indisposed. 

“i don't suppose you came across any new interesting flora on your patrols?”

tighnari watched as your shoulders stiffened at the unexpected sound of his voice. your head whipped around, eyes assessing him carefully before you gave a timid, relieved smile. 

“i think we can all agree that you’ve had enough adventures for one week,” you noted with light scolding. 

grinning, tighnari cared little if his fangs showed, knowing you wouldn't find them threatening. your gaze followed him as he secured the leaves behind him before approaching your desk. he leaned comfortably against the wooden structure as he browsed the report. it had been routine indeed, not a single withering sighting. 

“are you sure you’re alright? you had me worried for a bit.”

tighnari’s brow rose,” only a bit?”

scoffing, you rolled your eyes,” it’s not the worst thing you’ve eaten but seeing you down for so long was concerning. collei will be relieved to see you back on your feet.”

tighnari braceed his palm against the dest and leaned into the posture,“and you?”

“i owe you a scolding. you always get onto me about being aware and careful of my surroundings. yet here you go testing unknown fungi alone in the forest. at least bring it back before you test it out so we can be there if you need us.”

tighnari waited for you to finish, eyes shining with thinly veiled amusement. you seemed to recognize it as well, huffing as you realised your scolding didn't have as much weight as the seasoned scholar. 

unable to resist, the fox reached out to run is fingers along the side of your face before letting them rest against your shoulder. he watched as your chest expanded to take in the small gasp of surprise. it was a rare moment for him to initiate contact like this, especially given the recent occurrence only yesterday. while his recollection was misty, yours was clear as day. 

“i think you owe me something else too.”

tighnari watched your reactions carefully, from the flutter of your lashes to the rapid thrum of your heart beat against the pulse under your jaw. he never shied away from a discovery the promise of a satisfying understanding driving him from one revelation to the next. 

admittedly, you’d been a gradual observation. the question at the tip of the scale all this time while he’d unknowingly researched you thoroughly with each new interaction. day and day again, you prompted him with new variables both under his control and not. it was only today that he managed to form a working hypothesis. a hesitant theory that he knew would shift everything.

tighnari watched with growing fascination as the initial shock meddling into purposefulness as your hand came into view. impatient, he couldn't resist ducking his hand to meet you halfway. the first careful touch was equally inquisitive and hesitant. each time in the past, your hand had darted out with such certainty. yet now with it all willing at your fingertips, you allowed yourself the time to explore.

he hadn’t realised his head had come to rest against your collar bone until he felt the rumbled of your laughter. you didn’t simply just touch his ears, you caressed the length form the widest part to the tip. your fingertips tickled the tufts of fluff at the base. and the light scratched you delivered against the firm cartilage had him all but melting into your hold. the burst of new stimuli tickled his nerves and left pleasant sensations.

later he would analyse the data but he was already certain about his conclusion. 

your words mussed the top of his head as you spoke, humour bleeding into your intrigue. “can’t believe it took you a year to crack, tigh.”

tighnari sagged further at the uttering of the name. you flinched, not expecting the words of response to be mumbled into your skin. gratefully, it didn't cause you to pause.

“what was that?”

your touch slid from his ears to the curve of his jaw as his head rose to meet your gaze. 

“i actually had two hypotheses I wanted to test.”

though he didn't speak more than that, he could tell you were well aware of the implications. your lips parted to respond, but no words could pass the lump in your throat. tighnari tested the waters, leaning closer enough to brush the tup of his nose against yours. when you didn't pull away, he leaned down and pressed your lips together, firmly but briefly. as he breathed in deeply,  the smell of lush forestry, sweet flora and you invaded his scenes. the scent of familiarity minding with the aroma of what he called home was intoxicating. 

your eyes shone bright with mischief as tighnari pulled away, no doubt observing the rosy hue spreading across his face. 

“i think we need to experiment a little more before we can come to a confident conclusion.”

tighnari leaned back in and nuzzled you affectionately. 

“i agree.’’

tagging upon request: @lott-the-otter @uhohitsemmy

TIGHNARI AND APHRODISIAC SHROOMS UR BRAIN IS SO HUGE do NOT apologise for it I could kiss you right now !! Tighnari is so sweet and thoughtful surely he would never :(( right :((

(thinking about him slipping something into ur food when you’re not looking, praying to whichever god that you’ll come to him begging for his help later)

cw: drugging, yandere, dub-con, not sfw

you're not entirely sure what's wrong with you; cannot properly put a description to the prickling heat and the ache inside of you that has come on since this evening's dinner. you do try and sneak a look at some of the other rangers, to see if they're experiencing something similar - whilst you're all, by now, experts on which mushrooms and fungi and plants are poisonous, there's always the chance that something that's been used in a dish has been contaminated - but nobody but you appears to have had such an adverse reaction.

there's only one thing for it.

you try your best not to bother tighnari with trivial matters; in fact, you lie in your little hut for what seems like hours, pushing off all of the blankets and trying to ignore the fact that your entire body seems like it’s on fire, but nothing seems to do anything to quell the heat. you sweat and sigh and whimper, tossing your head, desperately hoping that it goes off - and at three in the morning, you give up, and you try and put on the least amount of clothes that’s still decent and use the cover of darkness to find your way to the general watchleader’s hut--

tighnari’s ears are sensitive from miles away, and they’re particularly attuned by now to the sounds that you make. he hears the whimpers and the sighs, hears you pad along the wooden constructions, hears your heavy breathing and the soft moan that falls from your lips when - he imagines - your thighs press together and the friction provides a modicum of relief. inside, he is giddy; he has been waiting for this. but when you come to his door and sniffle out something about how you hurt, you think you’re running a fever, is there anything he can do . . . he is as kind and comforting as ever, gently chastising you for not coming sooner.

closes the door behind him. takes your temperature and clicks his tongue and says that he’ll prepare some herbal medicine, lay down on the bed and wait for him - purposely lets his bare fingertips (you woke him from his ‘sleep’, after all - of course he’s only in a pair of cotton pyjamas with a hole cut for his tail. he needs to sleep in things that are easy to shrug off so he can get dressed quickly in an emergency). brush over your own bare skin. 

. . . the feel of tighnari’s fingers on you is heavenly. your lashes flutter, your throat bobs, and you stifle a moan. tighnari’s tail swishes, ears twitching, a deep intake of breath - and then he touches you again, gently asking if that’s soothing you any. 

it is. he continues; pretending to be entirely professionally concerned and hoping that the light in his eyes isn’t too strong. pushes up the hem of your shirt, touching your bare stomach - your mind hazy, arching your back for him until his hands are cupping your breasts and his thumbs are trailing circles over your nipples and your breath is heaving. 

it’s important to tighnari that you ask him; that you think that this is all your own fault and not his. he sighs and asks you if you’ve been near a particular kind of flora recently, says something about the gases and continues to tell you off even as he’s pinching at the hardening buds, slipping a hand down the front of your thin pyjama shorts to brush over your heated sex. you’re too far gone to question him, just mumbling tearful apologies and canting your hips up and begging him to touch you more, you’re sorry you’re sorry you’re sorry--

well. tighnari acts a little put upon, as if his cock isn’t boring a hole through what he’s wearing; sighs at you, all weary, and says that he can ease the symptoms if that’s what you really want. just say the word; tighnari’s a nice young man, he’s not going to touch you without your explicit consent--

(after your explicit consent is given, though . . . he’s insatiable. rough tongue dragging over bare skin, fingers tipped with almost claws digging into your hips, nose buried between your thighs as he rasps out how good you smell in between hungry laps of your slick . . . rutting into you like an animal in heat. knotting you, pressing his teeth into your bare shoulders, fucking you and fucking you and fucking you and loving the smell of you needy and wanting and the sound of your high-pitched whimpers and whines. normally, he would hate those . . . but if they’re from you--).

in the morning, you find that your itinerary for patrols has changed; that tighnari is having your hut re-assigned so it’s closer to his. he tuts at you and shakes his head and tells you that you clearly need a little re-education in safety within the avidya forest. from now on, the two of you will spend more time together. he’s even finagled some private time for meals--

(he has a supply of the powdered mushrooms he slipped into your curry last night, and he knows exactly where to pick more). 

・✶ ｡ﾟtighnari doesn’t think anything will come close to how you feel against him, but he’ll still try.

♱ warnings — female genitals mentioned but not present, pillow humping, very needy tighnari ꒰ fank yew rekha @21-06-1996 for making me think about this even more ily n ur brain !! ꒱

he’d grown used to having you around him so often, accustomed to your company and the feeling of your skin against his whenever he seeked. so why did it have to be you who was chosen to go pick mushrooms today, and why did you have to look so pretty as you left him with a kiss, one that left him wanting, yearning for more before he’s stalking to your room with a tight pout and clenched fists.

“gah—it’s, its s-so good.” tighnari whines from where he’s got your pillow pressing tight against him, his cock throbbing against the fabric with every desperate rut of his hips and he should be embarrassed with how needy he sounds, looks right now.

but then his tail shudders, ears twitching with the next languid grind against your pillow and as quickly as that thought comes, it’s gone when he bites down on his bottom lip — eyes fluttering closed in bliss because it even smells just like you.

“c-can’t—ughhhh..can’t stop.” tighnari’s voice cracks and he feels his cheeks burn even brighter when he hears the whispery, whimpery sound of his own words before his fingers are twisting in the fabric underneath him and he’s humping even faster. he feels mindless, in both brain and body and his skin feels too warm underneath the remaining fabric of his clothes before he’s burying himself deeper into your pillow.

he wonders what you’d say if you caught him like this, so weak and needy and he also wonders, hopes that maybe you’d help him out — let him take what he truly wants, and if he thinks hard enough he can imagine the soft fabric to be the saccharine squeeze of your tight walls around his cock.. no, you felt better.

tighnari nuzzles deeper into the fabric with the next twitch of his cock, it’s damp from where he’s been rutting into it — slick with pre-cum but it only makes his movements easier, faster and he doesn’t even realise the way he’s flushed to his chest and drooling along the other side, but his mind is too hazy with bliss and thoughts of your pussy around him to care as his tail swishes rapidly behind him.

“hnnn—it feels too good. ‘m gonna, i—“ he gasps, it’s sharp and breaks off into a whimper as the mattress squeaks under his needy humps, and he really is like a fucking animal right now, whining your name as he inhales your scent and wishes it was you taking the spread of his cock as his cheeks burn brighter.

“p-please..i’m—ah.” tighnari whimpers and gasps, inhaling sharp before he’s cutting himself off when his teeth sink into the plush pillow beneath him, and his cock throbs with the first too much shudder of pleasure as he cums — his hips stuttering before he’s soaking the fabric beneath him.

but his pace is still unrelenting despite the waves of bliss that course through him, primitive instincts making warmth burst along his thighs and shoulders with every thrust as he whines, long and needy around the pillow before he’s burying half-hormone drunken babbles into the plush mound and his eyes roll back.

tighnari only stops when he’s twitching and whimpering from overstimulation, his thick load smeared along his thighs and abdomen and his lungs feel like they tremble on each of his soft pants as he tries to catch his breath. his eyes are heavy and his bangs stick prettily along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and cheeks while his ears twitch, tail shuddering from the remnant of his tingling pleasure that still twist in his abdomen.

but then he blinks slowly and when he realises the mess he’s made along your pillow, a huff sounds from his swollen lips before he’s burying his pretty, cherry flush behind his palms and grumbling under his breath, his mind flickering back to you — like it ever left.

“ugh… i hope you remember the distinguishing differences between edible and poisonous mushrooms this time.”

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— 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

✦ breeding their beloved god (yandere sagau!) feat. venti, tighnari, zhongli, childe, kaeya

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

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, everything is consensual, breeding kink, creampies, yandere tendencies,  monsterfucking adjacent (venti, zhongli), sacrilegious (venti), venti having wings, womb tattoo (venti), knotting (tighnari), biting (tighnari), overstimulation (zhongli), dacryphila (zhongli), size kink (zhongli), mirror sex (zhongli), exhibitionism (childe), voyeurism (childe), temperature play (kaeya), fingering (kaeya), impact play (kaeya), unedited

✦ set up: you didn’t expect to wake up one day in a world that looked exactly like the silly game you play on your phone and laptop. You didn’t expect even pushing through the migraine, pulsating in your head that the eyes of your favorite character shined in delight looking at you. You couldn’t help relishing in that love…even if they truly loved the god they thought you of.

As one of the longest devoted acolytes, Venti’s whole body rushed with serotonin when his eyes finally gazed at your own. Through the wind he had always heard your smiles in reference to him..something about “pulling” or laughing at “voice lines”—whatever that meant. He was so blessed to hold you in his once empty arms finally.

Was he your favorite, right? He constantly whined and pouted to make sure you reminded him—those playful turquoise eyes going sharp, gazing at the Knights of Favonius, the elite clans of Mondstadt, or even the other archons who descended down to his land—desperate to gain your attention and favor. You wouldn’t though. He was the favorite of the bunch and he would prove it to everyone else.

Even despite the church of Mondstadt being empty, there you plaid out, perfectly displayed to him—folds absolutely covered with your slick and his saliva, as he wiped his pale face clean with a grind. With two fingers pressing against your soft folds, he opened you open further watching your hole flutter on nothing, waiting for him…and him alone.

He couldn’t stop himself from unleashing his human persona of “Venti”, white wings sprouting out as he nudged the tip of his already tripping cock inside of you. With lips quivering, his moans reverberated through his church, quickly bottoming out and sliding deep inside of you. Hearing you whine out his name, squirming underneath him was enough to have a celestial being such as himself, fall to such depraved. 

You could only gasp feeling his cock change and thicken inside of you, walls stretching out even further as his relentless pace wouldn’t stop. He could only muffle his giggles, tongue darting out of his face as he pulled and sucked on your newly hard nipples as your legs reached around bringing him even deeper inside of you.

Venti only saw white when you tightly gripped onto his wings—babbling praises, tongue lolled out and eyes rolling back of his head as he finally emptied himself inside of you. He could feel you clench tightly on his cock, trying to milk every ounce of cum from him. 

He tried not to let the tears prick his eyes from falling, with that obsessive grin on his face. He instead laid his head down on your chest, lazily thrusting his hips still inside of you to get that slightly glowing essence as deep inside of you as possible. Seeing his mark forming on your lower stomach, his eyes finally closed. This would be the best possible way to deter any of them from becoming your favorite.

In the deep forests of Sumuru, Tighnari stood by one of his beloved plants meditating and praying to see you. He wouldn’t have expected in a million scenarios that when he opened his eyes, you were there meekly gazing over confused about just where you were.

You had become quite the talk of the town when word finally spread through Sumuru that you had descended among your people, but yet Tighnari suggested you remain with him in the forests, studying the learning about the predicament you had fallen yourself into. He loved being your guide, teaching you about the ways of the world. Enjoy your company and presence that many people didn’t seem to want or understand.

He wanted to monopolize it. He always wanted to see that bright smile whenever your eyes would lock with one another.

Even as he laid in bed with you, his mind split apart not knowing what to do—his logical side and his more predatory instincts he often locked up and pushed down. Even as you grasped his cock, his body shook and trembled—trying to get a grip, trying not to give him. But that smile…aided in him snapping.

You could only gasp feeling his knot completely stretch you out. His fervor and strength caused the bed to creek loudly, etching marks on the once pristine walls of his home. His nails, newly sharp only helped your thigh up, reaching even deeper to graze by your cervix. His mouth connected to your nape muffling the heavy grunts and growls from his relentless pace.

Even as you spasmed on his cock, it just wasn’t enough for him. He needed to feel that tightness against, gripping down and holding onto his aching cock again and again.

He doesn’t recall how many rounds the two of you went through until his instincts finally subsided, big eyes watching globs of his cum leak down from your quivering hole. Was he ashamed of himself, he asked internally. No, he couldn’t be. That fucked-out smile of yours confirmed it, swelling his chest with pride. 

Perhaps he should thank his instincts for taking the initiative. The Akademiya wouldn’t be able to sweep you away, if you were full of his pups after all.

Your self-proclaimed most loyal acolyte was shocked when you knocked on the door of the Wangshuu Funeral Parlor looking for him. Could his people not realize the presence they were blessed with?? Hearing about your situation and examining the…interesting clothes you were wearing, Zhongli took it upon himself to do the very thing he had set out to do in day one—love and take care of his beloved God.

A fake saccharine smile fell on his face whenever his friend decided to show up to greet you. Or the copious amount of presence for the Tiaquan herself. Or how your attention seemed to be waning away from him. This was new, for Zhongli as his more possessive tendencies clawed at his chest. Dragons always did despise sharing, but for he would at least try.

It wasn’t until he heard your soft moans under the moonlight in your room, that he realized that other parts of you weren’t reserved for everyone else, it was for him, right? Don’t worry, He’ll take care of all of your needs like the devoted acolyte he is.

The nights you were under him after a day of not paying much attention to him were always his favorites. He loved holding you by the mirror of his office, watching your struggle and squirm to properly take his thick cock. Still, he cooed and motivated you—digits completely soaked in your essence toying with your needy clit— as he finally pushed further in. 

God, you were so perfect for him, even if he couldn’t fit himself fully inside of you as his tip was already nudged firmly against your cervix. His glowing black and golden arms moved you up and down his length, hips meeting the pace that he had set with his lips nibbling on the shoulder of your neck. 

Globs of his cum already stained your thighs as he continuously plunged himself into you for the fifth time this night. He knew you were tired, body shivering in exhaustion and pleasure, but he still kissed the saltiness of your dried overstimulated tears on your cheeks as you choked out his name yet again. 

HIs deep voice could only chuckle deeply, golden slits admiring the newly formed geo sigil marking your shoulder. His mind sears to the contract he had recently made of you, lust and obsession motivating him to finally finish the fertility ritual at long last.

Childe couldn’t help but tackle you when he first released you were his beloved God. His hands weaved with yours, a maddening grin on his face as his soulless sapphire eyes gazed up as yours with such admiration. A string of questions left his lips and he could tell how overwhelmed you were as your eyes widened in such confusion. 

He needed to take a step back. He was scaring you! His precious! He couldn’t do that! He was ashamed of it. He made himself out to be as if he were your best friend, making sure you felt safe and comfortable around him, just as your voice had when he was lost in the Abyss.

His arms were always around you since you had been staying in Snezhnaya. The way his fellow harbingers would gawk around you, trying to seduce, pull you over to them and get you to leave Childe often left him debating on whether to pick up his blades against his fellow “allies” or not. 

Still, you always looked back at him, holding his hand to reassure them. They wouldn’t know what the two of you had! He always had to remind himself that you preferred keeping your relationship with one another on the down-low, much to his dismay.

But eventually, those cunning and convincing words of his will finally get you to spread the word, along with your legs on top of the table in the Fatui’s HQ. The eyes of the Harbingers fell onto your form, hands tightly weaved into Childe’s—as it’s always been—as he rutted against you. Your slick developed into a pull on the once clean table, hand smacking down on your clit causing some of the harbingers to gasp in excitement.

It took only one look to dissuade any of the other harbingers from approaching, but it didn’t prevent them to cup their aching arousal watching Childe’s hips finally halted and shifted, as his thick white cum filled you up. He didn’t dare leave your velvety hole, he merely waited to get hard again, to do it again and again and again. Until, he knows you’re properly bred and his precious God, not theirs.

Could you ever believe that a being as cursed as his would be blessed and the first to meet you? Still, even as he reached a hand out introducing himself without a care in the world, you would never know just how much power you had over him.

And he hated it.

He didn’t hate you at all, it was quite the opposite really. He hated how things were getting to him more, that you were here and prospering in Mondstadt. His eyes would never match his smile anymore, watching his former brother gawk at you or his drinking friend consistently, whining and holding onto you. He could only bitterly laugh wondering what their reaction would be if they knew you were under him, a sinner, every night, relishing in the way your body took him so well.

That’s why he couldn’t help himself that night. Your ass was up in the air, as Kaeya smacked on the globe before grabbing a handful of it as his cock plowed inside of you. His fingers, imbedded with frost, massaged circles around your clit relishing in the way your flutter firmly against his length.

This is how their beloved God is, fucking a sinner nonetheless begging for him to go faster and deeper inside. He couldn’t help leaning into your ear telling you just what a pretty slut you were for an acolyte like him, only causing you to whine as his laughter filled the room. 

Grunting your name one more time, his heart swelled in the pride of his forgotten and unknown homeland—watching a slow river of his cum dribble out of you. His cold fingers pushed his cum back inside of you, curling his fingers and eliciting yet another moan from you. 

Khaenri’ah’s next heir was half of the world's beloved God, he was sure things would work out for the better. They would regardless since you’d had chosen him—out of everyone else—by your side.

Recently been brainrotting about how it would be to be ayato's personal assassin 🤤

Obv if you want to write this out it can be as nasty as you want it to be i won't complain one bit 🤭

As always love your works 😚💕 they are so incredible i will tell my whole bloodline about it

warnings: yandere behaviour

ngl same...

even in the trailer, it's obv that the kamisato clan handles much more than just cultural/festival events in inazuma. given that he's an important man in such a powerful position, it makes sense that he would have a personal assassin or group to handle the more... hidden affairs.

even though ayato has the shuumatsuban at his disposal, you've always been his favorite little plaything to send out.

initially, ayato is rather on-guard about the whole assassination thing. after all, what's to say that you won't turn around and stab him in the back? but you don't even flinch when ayato hands you your next name. nor do you hesitate to step into the skirmish whenever his life is in danger.

the sort of unwavering loyalty you have for him is... refreshing, to say the least. but ayato also quickly realizes that aside from being his employee, you want absolutely nothing to do with him outside of your 'work' sphere. in reality, the only thing keeping you bound to him is the simple piece of contract with both your stamps on it.

and this realization irks him. do you really see him as nothing more but your employer? surely, you must feel something for him. he has always played favorites with you after all.

archons, ayato just cannot seem to get your stoic looks out of his mind. being the man that he is, your role gradually shifts from personal assassin to personal bodyguard. he will have you follow him around like a second shadow.

it's not secret that the lines between your work and personal life around ayato begins to blur when your employer gets touchier than before. he makes you spend late nighs with him as he 'works' on his latest reports. and all of a sudden, it feels as if all of your friends have been slowly cut out of your life. every day and night, kamisato ayato is quite literally the only person you see as your missions become non esxistent.

one by one, ayato is determined to break you apart piece by piece and fix your jagged pieces back together again until the only thing you've ever know of is him. you may be strong, but you are no match for ayato's elaborate schemes.

whether you like it or not, kamisato ayato is still your boss. even though you are planning to leave as soon as your contract ends, will he allow it? because underneath his pleasant smiles and soft touches, there's already a gold ring with his name on it ready to be slipped onto your finger the moment his infinite patience runs thin.

once you are truly his, there will be no more of this assassination nonsense. no more steel edges and bruises. instead, ayato thinks that you'd look much better wrapped in silk and gold. and perhaps... underneath him.

Dragon hybrid zhongli who's fucking huge. He TOWERS over you with his horns, tail as thick as your leg and long forked tongue he just loves running all over and in you.

CW: fem!sub!reader + hybrid!zhongli + monsterfucking + size kink + forked tongue stuff + praise kink + the reader is a lovely little princess stuck in a tower with her big scary dragon

Dragon!Zhongli protecting his pretty, damsel in distress. His very own princess in her tall and mighty tower, guarding her against harm's way and making sure not a hair on her lovely head is ruined. You are just so angelic, so loving -- all by yourself, not another soul to keep you company except him. All for the sake of some fate, some destiny that a handsome prince will save you... except, that's hard with how well your dragon protects you.

But you much prefer Zhongli anyway! He is so nice to you and he sometimes lets you out of the castle when he deems it safe, supervising you as you explore the outside world, and always returning you to your room before it gets dark. He makes sure you have plenty to eat and clothes to wear, that you never go cold and never grow bored. You just adore him, and he finds it so endearing that someone so small and cute could like something as big and scary as him -- that you rush into his arms every chance you can get, begging him to take you outside or to sit in your room with you, pouting when he hesitates for even a second in his response.

Dragon!Zhongli who lets you sit in his big lap when the weather gets cold, keeping you nice and warm because his body is quite literally a furnace and in a matter of seconds that chill is gone and replaced with nothing but comfort. Who lets you pull him into your bed when the weather is bad, feigning fear all for the sake of him staying close through the night - he knows you are not genuinely scared, that you only crave affection, so he doesn't tease you about it too much.

Dragon!Zhongli who doesn't have the heart to tell you that, really, you can't be so clingy with him, don't you know you have a prince on the way? That he will inevitably have to surrender you just as the prophecy tells? But you confess that you want no prince, that you're tired of waiting on someone who isn't coming, that all you want is to stay with him in this stupid tower forever! That you wanna marry him instead of some man you hardly know!

Your confession shocks him, do you really mean it? You would prefer some scary dragon over a prince? He finds it cute how shy you get when admitting it, holding one of his huge hands in both of yours, your fingers barely wrapping around his pinky, and yet he swears your hands were made for his. You can barely meet his reptilian eyes, flustered beyond belief and wanting to show him just how deep your love goes, how much you adore him and worship the very ground he walks on. He can hardly believe it when you begin to untie the back of your dress, letting it fall gracefully to your ankles and exposing your body to him -- you want him to have all of you, every inch. You want him to make sure you truly belong to him, that way no one can ever steal you away. You want his cock to imprint on your womb, to stuff you full and train your cunt to take no one but him.

Imagine how good it must feel to have both of your ankles pinched in one of his hands, pinning your legs over your shoulder, admiring how easy it is for him to manipulate your body however he wants -- really if he wanted to, he could crush you into a million pieces. But what good would come from hurting his princess? Why should he hurt you when all he wants to give you is love? To drink you up and leave you feeling drunk off of his feelings for you. His tongue is just so long and thick, pushing between your folds and tonguing your clit, loving the way you squirm and writhe beneath him, trying to kick your legs but he has such a firm grasp on them -- and when his tongue slips inside of you, exploring your gummy innards, you came right then and there.

He had hardly touched you, and yet five minutes in you are convulsing on his mouth, bucking your hips and chasing every last second of your high -- he finds it cute, his usually modest, polite little princess now whining and begging him, riding his face and tugging at his horns. He wants to give you everything, to claim every inch of you tonight, to take all of your firsts and ruin you for everyone else. You will be his, even if it means bullying his fat cock into your velvety cunt.

"𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧?"

❁ heizou is craving your attention and love after coming home from a long day of work feat. heizou x fem! reader

❁ a/n: this is from my collab event with blue which you can find here!

❁ warnings: nsfw : soft heizou n needy heizou : touch starved! heizou : cumming inside : kinda sleepy sex in the beginning : he's whipped lolol

being a detective was everything heizou wished to be, and of course, said wish coming true since as of now— he has been known to be a remarkable detective with outstanding unique skills. One of the main struggles in your relationship was the difference in schedules the both of you shared, hence why he was very much delighted to finally be off work for tonight, meaning he’s finally able to see that pretty smile of yours.

it was already late at night, the way he opened the door was carefully, trying his hardest to prevent himself to cause any commotion when he knew you were probably already in a deep slumber. Heizou’s assumption was turned true once he slowly walked into the bedroom the both of you shared and archons, he hated himself very much right now. Truth is, heizou was riled up all day, his cock hard against his pants and craving for your attention yet he knew it would already be night once he‘s actually home. He’s quick to wiggle himself out of his work clothes, putting on some comfy garments instead before finally plunging next to you on the bed, the soft bedsheets engulfing his figure which was very much tired right now, muscles sore from working all day yet the attention in his lower area wouldn‘t going away. 

he turned to you, his sleeping beauty, watching your chest heave up and down so calmly while he noticed that you were indeed wearing one of his shirts. "Is that my shirt?" the way heizou was rolling that sentence from his tongue was mixed with some sort of smirk on his face— utterly pleased by your looks he advanced forward to spoon you, his arm lazily thrown over your body while you huffed out lovingly at the familiar feeling, yet your eyes still remained closed.

you‘re fucking adorable, he figured, pulling you closer against his embrace when he uncontiousely started to move his hips against you lightly, only a bit with barely any strength behind his doings before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. The slow rutting was able to stir you from your sleep at some point as you fluttered your eyes open to the barely lit up room, rubbing the sleep of your face to feel the man against you breathe harshly against your neck.

"heizou?" your voice was whiny and still sleepy, since you just woke up, yet the moment heizou heard you he couldn’t be happier. You were finally awake now! He was so needy for your touches yet he still felt bad that he really did end up waking you from your sleep. "yes, darling?“ you could feel that big smirk on his face again, didn‘t even have to turn around to feel him grin against your figure before he picked up on pace, his hips now rutting against the plush of your ass with an even faster speed but still rather carefully.

now that you were finally awake he really didn’t care any longer, "i missed you so much." heizou‘s sentence was voiced in a desperate and whiny demeanor, making multiple shivers run down your spine when his rough tongue traced a straight like from the back of your neck until it hit your earlobe. You’re panting, chest heaving up and down as your skin shivered from his mere touches. You're turning around to face the man behind you, rubbing the sleep of your eyes before showing him a bright smile in return.

your arms are looped around his neck to pull him closer, engulfing his lips in your own and kissing him lovingly, prying your tongue out to circle it around his own wet muscle. Heizou's hands were placed tightly on your hips, tracing over your natural curves before finally hooking your panties up to meet your throbbing cunt. It was warm and aching, craving for his touches before he swirled his pointer finger over the desperate bundle of nerves teasingly, resulting in you moaning out heavily against the kiss. You‘re lazily kicking your panties off your feet before pulling him closer into your embrace.

heizou retracted himself a bit so he'd now hover over you, guiding your legs so you'd wrap them around his hips before lowering himself to kiss you passionately. He’s sliding his pants down until they hit his knees, freeing his cock to the cold room which had a shiver run past his body.The kiss— which was sloppy at first, turned into a heated make out session as you could feel his tip prod teasingly over your hole. "please." you're whining, unhappy that heizou would still tease you now despite the fact that he literally woke you up from your sleep because of him being so needy tonight. With a quick grin he pouted his lips apathetically, "don't worry." he's panting, "leave it to me." it didn't take him much to shut you up, his tip now pushing past the wetness until he felt you suck him in already.

you're a panting mess once he's fully sheathed into you, girth throbbing around your walls as you made sure to clench around him dearly, his fat vein grazing over your delicate flesh and hitting all those right sweet spots he knew you were very much going crazy over. Heizou was your ultimate worshipper, he would give his everything in any moment, in his life, any minute, his vision showing truly that once he's locking gazes with your heartfelt eyes. You're looking up at him through your lashes, truly lost in the feeling of his warmth radiating inside of you.

he's smiling unexpectedly out of joy, reassurance and utter love which only you were able to give him. "I love you." he's chanting now, "I love you so much." his face was hiding in the crook of your neck and leaving open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin up to you collarbone, simultaneously with the steady thrusts he was going for now. Heizou would make sure to grind himself deeper into your cunt whenever he'd be fully sucked in by you, rolling his eyes back whenever your pulsating walls would hold him in. He's so alert in the moment, doing his best to be present and cherish your body like no other.

you were so perfect in his eyes, body spread out for him while he's hovering over your figure, passion filled and animated. Your arms cradle around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tongue prodding against his own when you eagerly tasted him on your lips. His erection was growing harder inside of you, pace picking up as the both of you moaned into the lewd kisses, not daring to break it off. He's showing your hips down the mattress with one of his hands to be able to gain a deeper entrance into your tight hole. You could feel the infamous tight clench deep in your gut form and threaten to break and so did heizou. Toes curling with each snap forward of him.

he was aware of your body like no other, could always exactly decipher on when you were about to climax around him. One of the signs coming true once dozen amounts of your juices were staining his shaft, a faint ring of white decorating and circling around his shaft once he's holding your legs up to throw them over his shoulders. Your spine arches against him, pleasure getting pumped even deeper into your veins as you scrunched your eyes shut to properly taste the feelings he was inflicting on you. Your body was trembling now, blood rushing through your veins when you practically tasted your release on your tongue.

"heizou, baby." you're whining, eyes blurred as you blinked to get rid of the blur, "I'm so close." you're moaning out screaming, his name chanting like a lost prayer as he pulled forward so his lips would meet the shell of your ear, "I know darling, I can feel you." he's finishing said sentence of with a grin, a wide one at that. He was clearly enjoying himself very much right now, truth be told he has been fantasizing about this moment for days, finally being able to fuck your brains out without a single care in the world.

"how do you want me?" voicing that in between harsh pants, heizou was close as well but he wouldn't forgive himself if he was to come undone before you, proceeding in hooking his fingers against your clit to stimulate you harder, the fast swiping movements threatening to turn your mind hazy and blank. "I don't care." you were screaming out, lifting your hand poorly to touch him and pull him closer to your embrace again in which he obliged happily to. Heizou was quick to bring you to your orgasm and as it hit you you weren‘t able to keep yourself from shivering, biting down on your lower lip to throw your head back.

his sweat covered body was flat against your own as you arched your back into him, crying out soft reassurances of love and praise to the man above you as he spilled his seed into your tight cunt that was nowhere near loosening up, still sucking him in and taking everything he has given you. You couldn't move underneath him, his body almost crushing you as you twisted your arms around his figure, not giving a single flying fuck that he was still very much buried deep inside of your cunt. "you feel so good," your voice is lower in pitch, throat stained from all the screaming prior as he heard a sound of happiness underneath your tone.

heizou wasn't saying anything back to you, didn't need to since you felt how he was feeling about you every single second of the both of you being together. Your body simply gave up on you, the painfully slow buzzing carried on through your limbs, deeply strained as heizou slipped out of you, propping himself up with his arms before laying down next to your figure, looping his arm around your waist to pull you closer into his embrace with a big smile on his face. He's so happy right now, calming himself in his afterglow as he carefully watched you doze off in a careless sleep again.

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jade-encased | yan ningguang x reader

ningguang doesn't think much of your protests at all. is she not merely giving you the life you deserve? all those pesky matters, food and shelter and survival—they're long past her concerns now, so they should also be long past yours.

ningguang isn't frugal, but she isn't ostentatious either. but when it comes to you, she's willing to drape you in the finest silk, the most expensive jewels—always beautiful, never to the point of distaste, but always too heavy, too impractical.

and when you complain, tell her, "I'd like to wear my old clothes, ningguang, there's no need for all these lavish gifts," she gently touches your jaw and sighs. shakes her head tells you that it's alright, you don't have to reminisce or be afraid. you've left that life behind. you'll never have to worry about finding your next meal, shivering in the cold in a shelter that's too creaky to be sturdy.

to ningguang, mora is nice. mora is to be treasured. but it's also meant to be invested, and you're more than all the mora and wealth that ningguang has. so she'll hide you away in the safety of her jade chamber, attended to by only the most trusted in her employ. and anything you could ever want—food, dance, entertainment—she has it carried all the way up the skies of teyvat, spread out for your liking on the courtyard of the jade chamber.

ningguang will lead you by the hand, whenever she bundles you up in the cold winter air to take you outside for a breather. her fingers will rest on your shoulder, nail pricking your neck, an invisible leash at your throat as you both look down at the city. she'll tell you that this will all be hers one day, with that familiar glint in her eyes. she'll say the shadow of the jade chamber will cover all of skies above liyue and beyond, and that whatever becomes hers will be yours too.

she doesn't say that whatever is yours is hers too. she doesn't need to. the glint in her eyes is familiar for a reason. she always has it whenever she looks at you. a lidded gaze, calculating and careful and just shy of covetous, luxuriating in your presence like glaze lily in joyful song. basking in the satisfaction of knowing you will always be here, right next to her, the most lovely of all trophies in her possession.

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.

Hello! Could i ask for yan kazuha and venti with a reader who came from another world like the traveler? Gn pls :)

summary. venti and kazuha with an otherworldly darling

warnings. manipulation, unhealthy relationships, general yandere themes

venti ;

like the traveler, i think you ended up somewhere in mondstat, but unfortunately for you, it was venti who found you instead of amber.

from the very moment he saw you picking sunsettia in whispering woods, he was absolutely mesmerised. venti's a creep and a disgusting pervert, he can't help but stare when he finds someone attractive. and you, goodness, you just looked so delectable. your shirt lifted when you lifted your hand above you, exposing a bit of your tummy for him to view as he pleased. within just a few seconds, he was already hard, and his thoughts ran rampant.

he hid in one of the trees just a few yards away, watching intently as you stood on your tiptoes trying to reach a sunsettia that was too far up. he found it amusing the way you huffed, nearly falling over after attempting to jump up and grab it. you were adamant about getting that fruit, and venti saw it as the perfect opportunity to get acquainted.

he approached you with a friendly smile on his face, asking if you needed any help — to which you frantically said yes. he used his anemo powers to push himself off the ground and into the air, just high enough to grab the sunsettia you so desired. you were in complete awe when he landed and handed you the fruit. it nearly fell out of your hands when you jumped in his face asking how he did that.

that's how he found out you weren't from this world, and he took complete advantage of that fact. he told you a lot of lies, and you obliviously ate them all up without a second thought 'cause you trusted him fully. even if you were a bit hesitant about some things, there really wasn't anything you could do about it 'cause you knew absolutely nothing about the world of teyvat.

kazuha ;

kazuha saved your life, that's how the two of you met. during his travels in liyue he saw you surrounded by a pack of hilichurls, holding a mere stick as your only defense. kazuha's a gentleman, he couldn't just leave some helpless person to die when there was a possibility he could save them — so he did.

you thanked him profusely, telling him that you'll forever be indebted to him. he smiled politely and told you what he did was nothing, that anyone would do it. he was intrigued though. why would someone with little fighting prowess be so far out from liyue harbor where countless dangers lurked?

he kept his curiosity to himself, instead offering to stay with you in case you were attacked again. it wasn't till later when you learned he was okay to trust that he found out you were from another world. you told him you were all alone and scared cause you didn't know where you were or how you got here, but he comforted you.

you two got quite acquainted on your travels together. he loved hearing you talk about where you came from, but whenever you mentioned going back, he felt a twinge in his stomach that made him want to throw up.

he didn't want you to go back. you couldn't just leave him when he was there for you, protecting you from all the dangers of teyvat when you were all alone and helpless. it just wasn't fair, how could you even think about abandoning him like that? he got moody and withdrawn any time you said you wanted to go back, and poor, clueless you had no idea what was wrong with him.

he'll use manipulation to keep you with him — reminding you that you owe him your life for saving you. it makes you feel so guilty. but kazuha would do absolutely anything to keep you with him, even if that meant hurting you a little bit in the process.

please consider; tighnari having nesting behaviour. he cannot help but want to be somewhere … comfortable. safe. somewhere that smells good. consider, too, this behaviour getting even worse as his rut approaches - because of course he needs to have somewhere exceedingly soft and private to pin you beneath him and breed you and get out all of that needy energy–

but also consider: you and he are not yet in a relationship, and though he can feel the grip of his ‘sensible’ nature loosening, he is above all a Nice Young Man. as much as he may want to, he can’t simply drag you away for the duration of his rut and have his way with you. 

now. his ears are sensitive; so is his nose. and the smell of you, the scent of you wafting over towards him when you lean in to give him a report of your patrol or shyly sit beside him or ask him a question … it’s almost enough to push him over the edge. so what if he kept the cardigan you’d once shrugged off, complaining it was too hot (and then complaining you could never find it again). so what if he kept a towel you used to dry off after accidentally falling into the ravine when searching for lunar lotus for him - the laundry haven’t noticed it’s gone missing. it’s just one towel, rangers go through so many of them …

and so what, too, if one day whilst you’re out he slips into your little tent. so what if he reaches into your laundry basket and takes a few … mementos. buries his face into them, tail swishing from side to side in pleasure, ears twitching. you’ll be too embarrassed to mention it–

and it’s fine, too, if he spends his rut with one pressed against his face and the other wrapped around his cock whilst he imagines he’s fucking into you instead of his own fist, face flushed, eyes squeezed closed, his high-pitched whining caught by the fabric that still smells like you. nobody has to know. 

Title: Pliant.

Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Implied Improvement, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Slight Degradation, Slight Codependence, Manipulation.

“Again.”

He looked less domineering than he sounded, all parted lips and disheveled hair and pink dusted lightly over pale skin, a slight blush that betrayed the even cadence of his voice. His hands were still on your hips, slid underneath below your open tomesode, and you could feel his nails digging into your skin, his grip far too tight to be romantic, as if you still had to be held in place to reciprocate his sparse affection. You liked him when he was like this, quiet, flustered, his abrasive shell not completely broken and done away with, but fractured, the cracks just wide enough to expose the deprived, trembling creature that dwelled within its protective walls.

“Are you listening? Why am I even asking? Of course you're not.” An edge, now, a note half-hearted anger. His eyes caught in the dull light, dark irises momentarily lined with silver, and you dropped your gaze to your neck, to less treacherous territory. “Again, you empty-minded whore. Before I lose by patience.”

You liked him even more, when he wasn't talking.

“That’s really no way to ask for a kiss, my love.” From your position, forced to straddle his waist, you were above him, allowed (possibly for the first time) to look down on Scaramouche, if only for his own convince. He liked to think of himself as something strong, something powerful, and more often than not, he was. Letting you tower above him was only a testament to that strength; it was only something he could do because he had so much power to give away. You were aware of that, and yet, it was nice to let your knuckles brush over the side of his neck, to card your fingers through his hair and watch him keen, leaning into your palm with only the slightest trace of reluctance. It was nice to pretend you had power, even if you knew you were only borrowing his. “I really don’t like it, when you talk to me like that. Do you want to try again?”

A scoff, accompanied by a dismissive frown. You leaned forward, and Scaramouche pulled back, his hands falling away from you and curling around the silken sheets. “You’re babbling nonsense. Should I assume you’ve taken one too many blows to the head?”

He’d never hit you, never been the type to resort to measures so blatantly violent. Scaramouche preferred bloodless punishments, methods that wouldn’t break what he’d rather preserve, what he knew he's want to cling to and clutch later on. Burns, sometimes, hot coals piled onto your cupped hands until the pain threatened to overwhelm you conscious mind, or isolation, whenever he deemed you ungrateful for his love and care, days upon days spent locked inside of your empty bedroom, your absentee captor serving as your only source of company. No broken bones or choking collars, nothing that might get out of hand, nothing he might get carried away with. He wouldn’t risk letting you escape from him so easily.

You cupped his chin, attempting to tilt his head back just a little further, but he batted you away a second later, already glowering. “Don’t treat me like a child. I don’t need you to coddled me."

“But, that’s what you want me to do, isn’t it?” Arms strung over his shoulders, instead, your chest nearly touching his. This time, he didn’t draw back. “I’m not asking for much. Just a few nice words. That’s all I want.” You found the nape of his neck, the small, purple mark just below it. You traced your thumb idly over the faded tattoo, and he stiffened, going rigid beneath you. “Can you do that for me?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve forgotten your place.” A stoic expression, a show of his oh-so-unshakable composure. As if he honestly thought you were so naïve. As if you couldn’t read him just as well as he could read you. “Keep talking like that and I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Brand me, again? Whip me, again? Lock me in my room and threaten to leave me there, again?” You couldn’t help yourself, letting out a dry, breathy laugh, curling into him, burying your face in the dip of his shoulder. He was cold to the touch, unpleasantly so, in a way that seemed to sap the warmth out of your body wherever it made contact with his. Another trait that made him all the more unbearable to be around, even if you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to mind it, anymore. “We’ve been doing this for months. I know all your tricks, and I know you’re getting tired. I know you don’t really want to have this fight. I know you don’t to want to put me away, right now.” You paused, letting your lips ghost over his skin. “Can’t you just be nice for me? Just for tonight? Please?”

He didn’t respond. You straightened your back, cupping his face, kissing the top of his head gingerly.

“Please, Scaramouche?”

Silence. You felt his hands on your thighs, his movements now trepidatious, unsure.

“Please, Kunikuzushi?”

His mouth opened, then closed again. He bowed his head, shutting those awful, awful eyes. You were thankful for it, in some quiet, sickening way, and when he began to speak, pride bloomed inside of your chest, far brighter and far more vibrant than any dull, panicked fear he’d ever managed to provoke. “I…” Slow, shaking, hesitant. More of a sound than anything else, meaningless to everyone and anyone but you. “I don’t care. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“That’s not good enough, Kuni’.” Another kiss, this one to his forehead. “One more time, alright?”

“I can.” Then again, slightly louder. “I can.”

You didn’t chastise him, or praise him, or say anything at all.

You only kissed him, softly, as intimately and as lovingly as you could. He melted against you, wrapping his arms around your waist. There was no permission, no approval, no power to be bargained away or borrowed or returned, as soon as he decided he had to take it back. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. It was something, even if it was still something small, something just beginning to take a form you recognized, a form that he didn't, a form that you could only hope he wouldn't. No tonight, at least. Not until he was something softer, something more eager to be adored than to be hated.

Not until it was too late for him to take a drop of that power back.

You’re probably swamped with asks and I’m so sorry to add another but your writing of Venti and the SAGAU real-world AU is so good! If you’re still accepting can we have a drabble of Venti meeting creators parents? Thank you so much and please make sure you’re getting plenty of rest ❤️

Something of a Family Reunion

Thank you very much, but it's only one 1 am, so I think I'll probably be fine for now—

I've actually been trying really hard to avoid using gendered pronouns along with the phrase (Y/n), but I really physically don't think I can get around it this time without making my dialogue choppy, so I apologize for that, reader is also explicitly female here

Warnings: general sagau, mentions of readers parents, mild cussing

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He had been with you for over a year now.

You knew this was coming.

Things were getting more serious, well it's not as if they weren't serious from day one when he barged into your house and claimed you were a God, but this was a completely different kind of serious.

"My love, I'm almost packed." Venti practically sung, carrying a rather large suitcase as he rushed past you to put it in the car.

Ever since the beginning he had wanted to know everything about you, including all the people you were either related to or chose to hang out with.

You had managed to put it off this long, but you should have known he would have set something up behind your back.

Then again, it was kind of more right in front of your face.

You happened to get a call from your mother, and he happened to answer first, despite the amount of times you told him not to pick up the phone.

Cheerful and smooth as always, never making anything but a good first impression.

You did manage to get the phone back about five minutes later, but the damage had already been done.

You and him were now taking a rather long road trip to get to your parents, no ifs ands or buts about it.

You had felt a strong desire to yell at him after that, stronger than usual at least, but the way that he looked at you, apologetic but beaming.

You knew that he wanted this, and you knew that it was partly your fault for putting it off so long.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't bring yourself to blame him for it.

You were pulled immediately out of your thoughts as he boomeranged back around, giving you a quick peck before going to grab the last bit of luggage.

You hadn't seen him this excited since he found that sale on wine a few months ago—

The car was finally packed, both of you in your respective seats.

You were obviously driving, leaving Venti to take up the responsibilities that come with the passenger seat.

He was insistent not to turn on the radio, claiming that he was perfectly capable of simply providing music himself for the four hour ride.

You had to give him credit, he did go a solid hour.

When he seemed relatively tired out you decided to just talk instead.

"So, same rules as when we're in public, no 'your grace', none of that 'creator' business, and absolutely no mentions of 'God' when referring to either me or you. And I shouldn't have to say don't mention Teyvat at all."

You two had already gone over this before you left, and after it was decided that you were going to come over about a week ago, but you really couldn't afford any mistakes on this.

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing."

Venti laughed at how you practically rolled your eyes, he really should have been taking this more seriously.

"Well, we're only staying there for a few days, I really should have just booked a hotel." The last part you said more to yourself than him.

Booking a hotel was your original plan before your mom just had to emphasize that they had a spare room, and it would be such a shame not to use it in an opportunity like this.

The idle chitchat between the two of you made the time go by quicker, and before you knew it, you were driving into the same driveway you remembered from all those years ago.

Venti was basically bouncing in his seat, you could see metaphorical stars in his eyes as he practically jumped out of the car.

You got out yourself and physically grabbed him by the shirt to pull him back, he almost fell into you and gave you a confused look.

"Remember what I said." There was warning behind those words, and a promise of something if he didn't heed it.

"Of course my love, I won't mess up, I promise." He gave you a small smile of reassurance, one that satisfied you enough to let him go.

You walked to the door, your nerves climbing higher and higher at every step until they were practically in your throat.

You hesitated for a moment before knocking, giving very serious consideration to just turning around and immediately going back.

It wasn't as if you didn't like your parents, of course you loved them, but this just had 'bad situation' written all over it.

Your hesitation was in vain because the door quickly opened before you even had the opportunity to let out a single knock.

"(Y/n)!" your mother quickly embraced you in a hug before pulling back at arm's length to look you over, "It's been too long, you really should call me more, I've been so worried about you recently you know."

You only managed to let out a nervous laugh. She looked at the same as ever, sometimes you wondered if she would ever look any different.

"Right sorry, things have just been a bit hectic lately." You weren't lying, you just couldn't tell her exactly how much you were telling the truth.

Her eyes drifted over to Venti who stood straight, you assumed to make himself look a bit taller.

She seemed to be taken by slight surprise, her eyes widened ever so slightly before returning to their same inviting look.

You mentally cursed at yourself for only just now realizing that it would be kind of surprising how young Venti looked, could you even manage to convince them that he was over twenty-one when he had quite literally nothing to prove it?

"This much be Venti right? The one I've heard so little about?"

That, of course, was a direct jab at you. You could feel guilt seeping at how secretive you'd been about this whole thing, but it wasn't as though you really had a choice.

"Yes ma'am, it's very nice to meet you, I love your daughter greatly." The sincerity in the way he said it almost caused you to blush.

Your mom just laughed at that, "Well come in, both of you, me and your dad can help you unpack a bit later."

Oh right, your dad...

Venti took your arm in his as you both went into the modest house, although even while being modest it beat the place you were currently living at.

Your dad, who was previously sitting on the living room couch, rose to meet you at the door.

"Well it's about time, and here I thought we might never see you again."

You smiled slightly as you gave him a hug, it had been a while, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't missed them both.

When you both had pulled away he looked over to see Venti at your side, a brief flicker of a similar expression your mom held crossed his face for a moment, causing your stomach to drop slightly.

"This is Venti, he was the one who set this up to begin with."

Your dad gave him a quick once over, but Venti's smile didn't faulter even slightly.

Instead, he simply extended his hand, one which your dad accepted after a moment of hesitation.

"Nice to meet you sir, I've heard a lot about you."

That was a pretty blatant lie, you never really talked about your parents to him, but you had to stop yourself from laughing at the formal way Venti said it.

'Ma'am'? 'Sir'?? You almost felt the need to compare him to Zhongli.

"Hey," you turned at your mothers voice to find that she was beckoning you to the kitchen, "Come give me a hand won't you?"

You let out a quick "Be right there" before grabbing Venti's arm and physically pulling him with you.

You received no protest from him.

Your mother looked over towards you when you entered, putting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables.

She looked over at Venti, giving him a small smile before hurting you out of the kitchen rather quickly.

"What are you—"

"So, that's your boyfriend then?"

You didn't quite like the way she phrased it, a tone that was on the borderline between accusing and worried.

"And uh, how did you two meet? How much younger than you is he exactly?"

You knew this would be brought up eventually, so you made sure to study your voice before calmly speaking, "He's twenty-one." That number was missing a few zeroes, but you had a feeling they would have an even harder time believing you on that one.

Your mom just pursed her lips, stuck between the option of believing and not believing your statement. It's not as if she had any reason not to believe it, other than his general appearance looking a bit younger than that.

She chose to drop it, walking back to the kitchen as you followed suit.

You both walked in to find Venti meticulously cutting vegetables.

"Oh! God I'm sorry, there's no need for you to do that. I can take care of it."

Your mother quickly rushed in to take the knife, her instincts not to let guest do any work kicking in at high speeds.

"I'm going to go start unpacking while you finish that."

Your mom barely had time to register what you said before you had grabbed Venti and left the kitchen.

You both went out to the car before he stopped you, putting his hands on both sides of your face as he gave you a worried look, "What's wrong? You seem nervous."

You practically laughed at that, "Nervous? Now what possible reason do I have to be nervous?"

His frown deepened at your sarcasm.

Venti pressed a gentle kiss on your nose and gave you a smile, "Don't stress yourself out so much, nothing bad is going to happen."

You wanted to believe him, really, you did. But your outlook on this entire situation was getting dimmer by the second.

"It didn't even occur to me before we got here how young you looked, I told my mom you were twenty-one, what a lie that was."

Venti giggled at that, "That is just slightly off."

You let out of breath as you tried to clear your mind for a moment, to let yourself believe that this would all work out. He stood there looking at you the entire time, eye's filled with such profound feeling.

Venti almost regretted making you come here, putting this stress on you, being the direct cause of it in a way. All he could do to make it up to you was give back to you in this way, to reassure you that he would do everything in his power to make this go well.

After you had calmed down slightly, you both grabbed a few suitcases and moved them inside, you directing him to the spare room.

It was your old room, though it looked nothing like it had when you lived in it.

Once you had finished explaining that this was the room you had spent the majority of your time living here in, Venti's excitement pretty much shot through the roof.

He jumped onto the bed immediately, sprawling out, barely able to restrain his mind from thinking about all times you had laid in this exact spot.

You plopped down next to him and he immediately gravitated towards you, clinging to your waist.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly as you patted his head, allowing him to rest on your lap.

After about five minutes you pushed him off, despite his protests, choosing to open a suitcase and start unpacking instead.

You weren't able to get very far before your mom called you both for dinner.

Another bundle of nerves decided the best resting spot would be directly on top of your chest, because it was getting harder and harder to breathe at the thought of sitting at a table together for roughly an hour with nothing but small talk.

Venti could tell by your facial expressions exactly what you were feeling and pulled you into a hug, giving you a kiss as he whispered how he wasn't going to mess up and remembered everything you told him.

The beginning of dinner wasn't quite awkward as much as it was quiet, nobody seemingly wanting to be the first person who spoke.

Your mother did eventually break the silence, looking straight at Venti while doing so, "So, you've been together for a year right? I don't believe (y/n) ever told me how you two met."

Venti sat for a moment, looking almost as if he was recalling the memory fondly, "Well we met through a mutual friend actually, he introduced me, and I knew as soon as I saw her that I very much wanted to get to know her."

You guessed that some of that was partly true, at the very least your mother seemed to believe it.

"So your name," your dad spoke next, "is it Italian?"

"Yes actually, although I'm not."

You wondered for a second how he knew that, before resigning yourself to the fact he probably wouldn't tell you.

"We're just so glad (y/n) has found someone they like." Your mother cut in, giving that all too familiar patient smile, "We were worried for a while she wasn't ever going to date anyone."

"Mom."

Your mother simply responded by laughing, "It's true, you never really made connections with people easy."

The more that came out of her mouth the more embarrassed you were starting to feel.

"Well, I would never have guessed that, your daughter is actually a very popular person, I know quite a few people that care for her greatly." Venti spoke in a way that was practically laced with praise and good intentions, wanting so strongly to announce you as the most important person in his world.

You simply responded by clearing your throat and taking another bite of the food in front of you.

"So where are you from then?"

You mentally cringed at that question from your dad, you were hoping to avoid it at least a bit longer.

Before Venti had the opportunity to fumble for an answer you 'accidentally' knocked over your glass of water, startling them all.

"Oh shit sorry, complete accident—"

You darted off in the kitchen to grab a towel as your mom followed you.

It took a moment for you to get yourself dried off, and by the time you got back, both your dad and Venti were debating about alcohol.

You rolled your eyes and use the towel to wipe off the remaining water on the table, "Well, this has been pleasant, thank you very much for the meal, but I think I'm going to go ahead and retired to the room, tired from the long drive and all."

There were general murmurs of disappointment amongst your parents before they both wished you good night, adamant on the fact you would all do something together tomorrow.

You simply replied with a nod and walked away as Venti followed you quickly.

You practically buried your face into the pile of pillows when you finally found yourself comfortably laying on the bed.

"Well, it wasn't that bad now, was it?"

You had to admit that could have gone a lot worse, you couldn't even imagine what answer he would have given for where he was from.

You hummed in acknowledgement as he crawled into bed with you, quickly situating himself on your side.

"Just four more days." You mumbled to yourself.

"I think we'll pull it off just fine." Venti responded, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before you rolled over to face him.

This was a long shot, but maybe you could actually get an answer out of him.

"Hey, how did you know your name was Italian?"

He responded with a very sheepish looking smile, "I didn't."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, pulling him into your embrace.

"Well, at least you're a good bullshitter."

He only gave you an affectionate kiss on the cheek in response.

You hadn't really intended on falling asleep so soon, but all the stress just seemed to melt away when you were lying there with him.

You would get out of this week alive.

As long as your mom decided to keep the family photo album with all of your younger pictures to herself that is...

okay so I just read your post on genshin men if you go quiet , here me out.... What if you are a quiet person in bed? How would they react ??? Like would they pound into you until you scream or would they be content with it??

Oh boi they would have a field day with you regardless of whether you are quiet or not..

They are scrutinizing every little twitch of your body. In their head, they are mapping all the spots that make you tremble. If they find your sensitive spot, you are in for a ride. They love a challenge but when you finally finally let out a sweet moan, they go feral. You sound, oh so sweet. They are almost mad at you for hiding your moans. So, they go harder, so rough, desperate for you. It's enough for you to grab them as you scream for them.

- childe, scara, ayato, kaeya, itto

It was a lost game when you see how determined and desperate they are for your cries. No, they won't stop until you are moaning into the sheets. When you finally open your swollen lips to whimper their name, they are murmuring praises into your ears. They would fuck every sweet sound out of you with scary precision coz they are greedy for you.

- kazuha, zhongli, albedo, thoma, dainsleif

𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗠 !

˖˚˳⊹ riding him silly feat. kazuha : heizou : xiao : itto : diluc : cyno x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

you started off with slow grinding until you were satisfied with kazuha‘s moans and grunts, filthy words running out of his mouth on how good you made him feel right now. Your hands were placed against his chest once you picked up on pace, bringing your face closer to his to kiss him hungrily. You felt kazuha‘s hand on your hair, pulling you down harsher as you let more of his cock into your tight cunt.

he twitched around you violently once kazuha cried out your name, the vibrations going straight through you as he helped you up and down his throbbing member. "I‘m so close." kazuha‘s whining this sentence out, chewing onto his lower lip before looping his arms around your waist to hold you closer, thrusting up your messy cunt in the process. You‘re panting while hovering over him, kazuha‘s making your entire body convulse in ecstasy right now, looking up at you while enjoying the facial expressions you made for him. He felt the knot deep in his gut break any moment now as he finally shot his load in your cunt which was greedily swallowing up everything he gave you. Kazuha breathed out heavily, bathing in his afterglow while you carefully ran your fingers down his chest, praising him for doing so well tonight.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

heizou was clearly enjoying himself very much right now. He couldn‘t help it but flash you an obvious grin while you were riding him so fucking nicely. Your breath was hitching whenever he‘d squeeze your hips while helping you up and down faster. Your thighs were beginning to strain from doing almost all the work, it wasn‘t fair!

"you‘re doing so great." heizou was saying that with a breathy laugh, almost pseudo like, he absolutely adored seeing you struggle because of his girth and couldn‘t stop looking at your fucked out expression. You were doing so good, grinding yourself harder against his cock while also simultaneously rising up and down his length. Heizou swore he saw stars when you thrusted particularly hard down on his cock, his grab on you became more powerful than before, now practically pushing you up and down himself. At this point all you could really do was lay forward to get some sort of support, hugging heizou tightly while he started thrusting up your heat, taking over your previous attempts in pleasuring you so that it was him who was now taking the lead. Your eyes rolled back at the lewd noises of your juices oozing out of your hole when you could feel your climax approach you any minute now.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

you‘re going slow, pulling yourself on xiao to straddle him, throbbing cock underneath your warm cunt, your folds dragging steadily over his length to coat him with your juices. You smiled at him— some sort of calming him down, he‘s so anxious right now, doesn‘t know where to put his hands as you took them in yours and placed them on your hips.

you pushed forward before taking a hold of his cock, lining yourself up with it before gradually lowered your whole weight on his aching length. Xiao is closing his eyes as they rolled back, spine arching into your heat before you placed your hands on his chest, beginning now to move, circling your hips whenever he‘d be fully sheathed in you for additional pleasure. Xiao‘s on cloud nine right now, fingers digging harsher into your hips as he tried his hardest not to pass out from the shock waves that ran all over his body. His attention went to where your bodies met, looking at how your cunt was sucking him in, his cum and your juices pooling down your hole and coating him thoroughly. He was so close, could practically taste his release on his tongue as you picked up on pace, your body advancing forward so you‘d be flushed with his own, catching his lips to kiss him lovingly. You wanted to make him feel good, picking up on pace as you already dreamed about getting filled up with his seed.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto opened his eyes to see your own which were filled with lust, staring right down at him. You lowered yourself to wrap your arms around his neck, your cunt sucking him in before beginning to fuck yourself against his throbbing member. He‘s already so fucking close, itto was already dreaming about cumming all deep inside you, cock twitching while being enveloped in your walls.

your breathing is ragged, thighs beginning to strain before your thrusts faltered, the inevitable orgasm gradually coming through. It‘s almost as if you encouraged itto to dig his fingers harsher against the soft flesh of your body. Not to mention that you now proceeded to do something he was going fucking crazy over. You‘re propping yourself up with your arms, fingers tracing over your stomach seductively until they hit your breasts, lazily circling your digits around your nipples before pinching down on your aching tit. Itto‘s rolling his eyes back at the sight, crying out as he felt you clench around his member while you rocked your hips back and forth his cock, walls hugging him tightly. "Oh fuck." hips finally jerking up as his eyes scrunched shut, moaning out as his thick cum pooled inside of you. Itto was cumming so much, the hot sensation filling your belly before you collapsed on top of him, mind turning hazy as the both of you came down from your climax while being soaked with each others juices.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

diluc‘s moan came out strangled as he heard you giggle at his flustered state, "you‘re doing so well." the way you were voicing said sentence made multiple shivers run down his spine. You’re leaving soft smooches on his lips, grip on your thighs tightening when the pecks turned into open mouthed kisses, heated and needy.

arousal flushed from through your cunt to all over his cock, staining him greatly while you lined yourself up with his member, slowly lowering your whole body weight on him once diluc whined out heavily, biting down on his lower lip to prevent himself from being any louder. It‘s almost embarrassing for him, the way he unraveled like this, you being the only person who‘s able to make him succumb to those pleasures. Your cunt was swallowing him whole, hips circling up and down as you smeared your arousal all over his lower region. "Darling." he‘s huffing out, sobbing as you dragged yourself up and down his length, sucking in a deep breath before rolling your eyes back at the feeling of his tip remotely hitting that one sweet spot of yours. The both of you are gone, honestly diluc could do this all day, getting used by you might become an addiction.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

cyno felt your bare body underneath his fingertips, you were feeling fragile almost even if it was you who was desperately riding him silly. You‘re trying so hard right now! it was way too adorable in his eyes and he just couldn‘t get enough of it. "i‘m so close." he‘s meeting your eyes again, hungry yet sweet, in combination with utter desire for you. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock remotely hitting that one sweet spot of yours, grinding against him harder in the process.

cyno whined at the picked up pace, in one moment pulling your face down to meet your lips with his own, teeth crushing against each other as your tongue fought with his. He‘s refraining for a moment, leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw and nipping on it with his teeth, both hands still holding for his dear life along your hips. Cyno was trying his hardest to be of help for you, yet he was barely able to comprehend anything anymore. The complete ache in your lower region was driving you insane, a moan falling from past your throat and running over the walls, hips bucking against his throbbing cock again. "cyno, baby" you suddenly gasped, a hint of a growl accompanying your pleading voice as you clenched onto his cock, collapsing on top of him as the both of you unraveled against each others warmth. Cyno‘s cock was twitching violently inside of you, grazing with his fat vein over your walls before he released himself in thick white spurts. The both of you were breathing out heavily against each other, still fondling with your bodies as you sighed out, watching the dried up sweat on cyno‘s skin was having goosebumps running up your skin.

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I have a habit that I learned from my mother where if anyone’s lounging next to me with their bare legs, I’ll instinctually start massaging it.

Of course, it only happens with my friends and family. If I ever did it to a stranger I would die @.@

Anyways, acolytes’ reaction xD

Hey hey! I chose a few characters I personally liked to write about, but feel free to send in another ask if I missed the characters you wanted! I also changed the prompt here and there; it’s basically ‘’an unexpected massage’’, hope it’s still alright :)

Note: not proofread, wanted to post it tho

It had been a while since you first arrived on Teyvat. Everything is a lot more peaceful and you're able to enjoy your days with relatively little stress. 

One of the only chores you needed to do included paperwork. You have an office of your own where you do most of your work, usually with the help of some acolytes. Generally, you'd be at your desk, but today was a couch day. So as one does, you plopped down and patted the seat next to you

Venti is constantly testing how far you'd let him go. He'd hug you, attempt to cuddle up to you, he even tried to sneak in a kiss! So when he'd lounge himself onto the couch it's no surprise that he'd move his legs into your lap. Venti thought you were too occupied with your 'stupid paperwork', so he assumed something like this would bring your attention back to him. He'd be surprised when you'd continue to read the paperwork while your free hand starts to gently massage his leg. His shock passes quickly, and suddenly he doesn’t seem to hate the paperwork as much as before. When you notice that his constant nagging stopped, you look up; Venti isn't usually silent. When he throws a cheeky smile your way, you realise the situation you brought yourself in and get flustered real quick. 'Don't worry your Grace! I'll return the favor any time, ehe!'

Zhongli has no trouble helping you. He liked spending his time with you and felt happy whenever he could aid you in these tasks. His voice was a bonus for you as well, and you always listen carefully when he points out the important parts on the papers. His figure is close to yours and you’d been leaning closer to get a good look at the papers in his hand. Unknowingly to you, you had grasped his free hand in yours and had started to gently massage it. Believe me, he didn’t want you to stop but it was hard to point out things on the paper without a hand. He'd bring the situation to your attention and would give a deep chuckle when he'd see you get flustered. After he further explained the paperwork, he decided to massage your shoulders instead. Perhaps some closer contact would help your focus? 'Do you wish to remove my gloves, Your Grace?'

You were in Mondstadt for the upcoming weeks and decided to visit Diluc at the Dawn Winery. There had been enough time for you to visit the city and other places, but the endless workload still chased you. After procrastinating for a good while, you decided that Diluc could be your motivator! If he’s working, you might feel obligated to work as well! At least, that was the idea. At one point during your stay in his office you invited him to sit on the couch with you. Unfortunately, from that moment forward it’s Diluc that’s unable to work. The moment you moved closer to his figure,- his brain stopped working. He could feel his leg touching yours, -and why did you have to place your hand on his leg to massage him? He was certain you could hear his heartbeat. Are you doing this on purpose? It’s only when you remove your hand after finishing your paperwork that he regains the ability to think. ‘Hey Diluc, you’re not procrastinating right?’ You tease him. He huffs in response and returns his focus on his work, hopefully then you wouldn’t see his face. ‘I’d never.’

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.

playing hard to get [pt. 1]

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: diluc, xiao & childe

pt. 2 - zhongli, albedo & kazuha

pt. 3 - ayato & heizou

DILUC wasn't too pleased to see you at angel's share so often at the beginning, but he eventually got used to your presence — begrudgingly, of course. there would be no way he was anticipating your visits, that's plain absurd. he just so happened to be the bartender that time, and you were the one coming to see him, not the other way around. that said, you don't approach him the moment you step foot inside; you made it a habit to converse with other customers first before taking a seat on a bar stool, showering DILUC with the usual compliments and idle chatter. it never seems like he listened properly to whatever you were saying, too busy mixing drinks and wiping glasses, but you knew he was. on what basis? a hunch. which wasn't all that trustworthy, but you wholeheartedly believe in it.

this night didn't start out differently from the rest. the door swung open, and his eyes flickered to the newcomer. ah, it was you, strolling up toward a table with your acquaintances. nothing out of the ordinary. but time passed: half an hour had gone by, then another, and then... huh, it's awfully late. it was right about the time you usually left- hey, wait, you're already leaving? DILUC was nearly startled into dropping a glass, and it wasn't his proudest moment. why were you going when you haven't said a single word to him?

“you're leaving?”

you knew you'd won the second he uttered those words. you spun on your heel, looking almost smug, and DILUC had never felt so defeated before. “yes, i have an early start tomorrow, so i'm afraid i don't have the time to chat right now.” he wanted to argue that you had enough time to chat with the other patrons, he really did, but he'd only look like an immature fool.

he placed down the wine glass in his hands, sighing. “would you allow me to accompany you home?”

oh, you've won, alright.

XIAO was often the receiving end of your pointless chatter, ranging from complaints from an exhausting day at work to trivial matters like what you were planning to have for dinner that evening. it was an arrangement XIAO never signed up for — somehow, you'd gotten a hold of his usual spot at wangshu inn and made it a habit to sit next to him whenever you were free and proceed to fill his ears with useless blabbering. he thought of it as a mild inconvenience, and told you as such: “your presence is irritating.”

you seemed a little shaken then, frozen in shock for a split second. but your expression warmed into a sheepish smile, and it looked somewhat stiff, but XIAO made no move to comment on it. “is that what you really think?” he didn't feel inclined to nod, nor did he deny it.

perhaps he should've.

you didn't visit the next day, or the next, or even the next after that. XIAO thought nothing of it at first, since it wasn't odd for you to miss visits on consecutive days. but you didn't come for a week, and then another, and-

he was tired of turning around to look behind him each time he heard footsteps padding against the floor, only to be devasted to not see the person he was expecting. it was certainly strange... how come you never paid him a visit? you've never gone for so long without seeing him, which obviously meant the same for him, and he'd been feeling antsy without the assurance you were alive and well. verr goldet had told him you were only busy with your job, but he needed to confirm it with his own eyes.

he was just about ready to give up waiting for you that day and head off to his own room when his ears picked up on the sound of creaking from the stairs. he glanced at its direction, mentally prepared to be disappointed, only to see... you, hesitant to step closer. oh. it was actually you.

his heart fluttered in glee and you nervously laughed, “oh, sorry, i didn't think you were still here... yanxiao asked me to fetch a couple of things for him and it was late so i didn't assume you'd still be around.”

your words were deaf to his ears as XIAO himself approached you with his own feet. and, well, if he'd walked with hurried strides or accidentally slipped a smile or two, then nobody could blame him.

CHILDE could be described as mean. not a total douchebag, but pretty close to it — even scaramouche had dubbed him as such, and it wasn't just because he disliked the fellow harbinger.

CHILDE was fully aware of his own charm, and though he wasn't one to boast about it, he knew how attractive he was: physical features aside, he was good at fighting, and he knew how to cook, not to mention he had an overwhelming wealth to brag for. it wasn't unusual for people to flock over him to curry his favor, and he'd be lying if he said he disliked it.

he had a terrible hobby, you see. CHILDE would set his eyes on a particular person that piqued his interest, shower them with attention, gift them with whatever they could ever ask for, and treat them with nothing but kindness. but then he'd act distant the next moment, indifferent to their advances, until that person would become impatient and take the initiative themself. he found satisfaction in the way someone would beg for his affection, the way they clung to him so desperately... and yet he'd grow tired of them once the fun was over, and he'd repeat the process again. a heartbreaker at his core.

at the beginning, you were just that — another pitiful victim to CHILDE's whims. you were so, so gullible, so easy to please. you smiled at every insincere compliment, gasped at even the cheapest of presents. “thank you,” you'd say each time, genuine gratitude plastered all over your expression, and CHILDE would feel the tiniest twinge of guilt squeezing his heart. his conscience was screaming at him to stop.

but more than anything, he wondered what you would do if he ignored you altogether.

he thought you'd be adorable, shyly grasping the back of his shirt to ask him out on a date yourself. he wanted to see that, to tease you for being so straightforward. and maybe he'd even take you seriously, something he'd never done before. you were a special case, after all; the idea of dating you was... nice. he'd treat you even better than before, treasure you to the best of his abilities. he'd give you anything you asked for.

but you didn't seek him out. no, you never paid him any mind, batted an eyelash at his sudden absence. you weren't bothered by his disappearance at all, just as cheerful as you've always been, and he didn't like that. he didn't like that at all. he didn't want to see you being fine without him, when he'd been aching from distancing himself from you. it was unfair. he wanted you to long for him the same way he longed for you.

and at his wit's end when he knocked on your door at late evening, coming face to face with your knowing smile, he knew he got a taste of his own medicine.

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

summary. socially isolated darling who develops stolkholm syndrome for scaramouche

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

omg id love if you could write a drabble of creator ignoring venti as punishment. maybe with some nsfw if you could. please and thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻

When Punishment Is Met With Perseverance

Ok, so this has been absolutely circling in my head since I got it because it's such a good concept and I really wanted to do it justice, so without further ado

Warnings: 18+ content so minors stay away, general Sagau, Sub Venti/Dom reader, obsession, codependency, oral (receiving), mild degradation at one part, reader is pretty explicitly female here

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It had been exactly three hours, fourty five minutes, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven seconds, and counting, since you had last spoken a single word to him, graced him with your voice.

It was an accident, even if it didn't look it.

It's not as though he didn't feel bad for almost killing a guard after overhearing a few unpleasant choice words that he thought were directed to you.

The first hour Venti just sulked, allowing you the honor of space in the hopes that you would soften up a bit.

The second hour, he tried to reinsert himself into your good graces with his well-known playful demeanor, choosing to wrap his arms around your shoulders when you weren't facing him, whispering praise and apologies as he held tighter to you, and you still refused to pay him any mind.

"My love, my muse, the object of my complete devotion, please talk to me? I'm really sorry, I promise not to be so reckless again."

He was slowly wearing you down, everytime he whined for your attention, pleated for any form of affection.

He tried to draw a reaction out from you physically, resting his head on your shoulder and kissing your neck between desperate pleas.

He went as far as to situating himself on you and wrap his arms around your torso, just holding you there for a few minutes as he basked in your warmth, wishing so intensely to hear something other than just your heartbeat.

Nothing worked, you held strong, he was never going to learn if he kept softening you up in situations like these, you can't keep giving into him.

The third hour was when he got truly desperate, situated himself on his knees, lowering himself before you, begging and praying and whining out things that made it hard to keep blush from dusting your features.

"Please please please talk, please say anything, wouldn't you like to berate me? I'll accept it gladly, just please do it."

You were starting to feel worse, both at his desperation and in the fact that you found it so attractive.

It was almost impossible not to, him making those noises, how he looked up at you with teary eyes, how he pressed soft kisses just below your knee as he stayed sitting on the floor.

It was at the halfway point in the third hour when he started trying to 'seduce' you, undressing himself down so that his clothes were practically hanging off his body, putting himself on display, making noises that were getting harder and harder to constitute as non sensual.

He poured all of his desperation into every time his lips touched your skin, mumbling how he wanted so badly for you to use him, let him please you, atone for his sins on his knees.

You tried so hard to refuse to look at him, to just ignore this completely undignified display, stop your body from reacting to how much it turned you on.

"Please my goddess," Venti practically moaned, "Use me, please use me, I'm yours."

You finally broke, grabbing his neck as he let out a giggle at the sudden action, his eyes filled with need and worship.

"You're pathetic, how do you think Mondstadt would feel to knew their beloved God was acting like such a slut, hmm?"

He let out another sultry whine and kissed your hand, "Mmmm, don't care, it's all for you, I'll act like anything you want me to~"

You rolled your eyes, moving your unoccupied hand so that your thumb was resting on his bottom lip.

He took it into his mouth without thinking, sucking and moaning as you added another.

"Fucking desperate..."

He would be obligated to agree with you if his mouth wasn't being put to other uses, deciding instead to respond by trying to take your fingers deeper, moaning louder to show his complete enjoyment.

After a moment of this you let go of your hold on his neck, causing him to fall to the floor again with a thud.

He immediately moved to start drowning you in affection, kissing and grabbing at your thighs, trying to prove his worth.

He was inching his way ever so closer to you, his intentions would be obvious to anyone in a five mile radius.

You let out a 'tsk' of disapproval, grabbing his hair and pulling him back.

"Ah, n-no, no please, I need it, I need to, please—"

"Then prove it. Beg, use that pretty voice of yours to convince me to let you."

He melted, you called his voice pretty.

Not feeling like giving in just yet, he let out an exaggeratedly pained whine, crawling up your legs with the intent of stealing a kiss. You pushed him back down, giving him something akin to a playful glare which caused his lips to turn upward in a slight smile.

It was hard denying him when he looked so incredibly cute.

He had never begged for anything that didn't pertain to you in some way, you really had a way of ruining him.

"My most divine and merciful love, I beg you, I need you, I want you more than anything. Please, use me, I'll do anything you want, let me make up for my behavior—"

He was cut off, mid-plead, as you gripped his hair tighter, causing him to choke on his own words.

"Go ahead then."

That was all he needed.

With a slight pained look in his eyes, Venti smiled, crawling up your body and capturing your lips in a kiss.

It was brief, not nearly as intense as when he was drooling around your fingers, but it was certainly a start.

He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes closed as he breathed deeply, simply basking in how sinfull the air was that surrounded the two of you.

You took the opportunity to put your hands on his shoulders and push him back to his knees. He dropped as if weightless, completely hypnotized by the feeling of your hands on him.

The arousal clouded your mind as well, you let your fingers curl into his hair, guiding him to where you were ready and waiting.

His lips moved down to your inner thigh once again, his touch making you shudder as he started sucking and licking at biting your sensitive skin.

You let out something akin to a stifled moan, he moved to a place kisses on your lower stomach in response, a bit above where you needed him.

Desperately, he pulled your underwear down, the last barrier in the way of him getting what he wanted, what he was dying for.

You tried your best to suppress a small whimper, wanting to maintain the power in this situation, which you knew he would be more than happy to steal from you.

He went to work, his moans of pleasure ringing out into the room as his tongue lapped gently at your arousal.

He tried to speak, to thank you and praise you, to whine that he wanted you to pull his hair harder. But you pushed down on the back of his head, stifling all of it.

He whined while continuing his actions, moving his hands behind you and trying to pull you closer, his touch sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Your fingers dug into the back of his head as your own rolled back, eyes closing as the incredible sensation built up, the feeling of his mouth on you, the feeling of complete devotion.

You let out half hearted strings of praise, almost slurring your words together.

His tongue eagerly lapping up everything you gave him, hoping so desperately for more. He was drunk off you, off the feeling of giving himself wholly over to you.

Pleasure rolled through you in waves, he really was too good at this, you had the multi-talented God at your feet completely captivated.

Muscles starting to tense up, you could tell you were getting close as he continued his onset of pleasure.

He could tell too, mumbling pleas into you, begging for you to come, he needed it so badly, it felt like he might die without it.

His actions became more desperate, less rhythmic but more intense, he pulled you tighter, moaned louder, pushed into you harder.

You felt climactic release overwhelm you as Venti's mouth kept going, not slowing down for anything, continuing throughout your orgasm and long after.

Eventually, you had to push him away, feeling the beginning of overstimulation setting in.

He was hesitant to move, completely content to go for another few rounds.

You pushed again, making your wants clear, and felt his mouth leave you as he whispered 'thank you' over and over like a mantra, not even attempting to move from his spot between your legs.

He, instead, rested his head on your thigh, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to the marks he left.

"You're too good at that, you know."

He smiled against you, tracing patterns your skin, "Mmmm, are you sure? I could always do it a few more times if you're not fully convinced."

You let out an airy laugh, "Maybe later."

He took that as a promise and continued to bath you in soft affection, content with silence.

This was the closest he had ever felt to eternal paradise, he might just have to start acting out more if you continued to reward him like this.

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.

Yandere XiaoVen x Reader

About: General headcanons for when they work together to secure - and share - your love.

Warnings: General yandere traits such as obsession and manipulation, along with the idea of trapping you by binding you with them. Crosses into suggestive content a little, but nothing explicitly NSFW.

Pair: Xiao & Venti

Future post: may do a Zhongli & Childe or Kazuha & Heizou version later on, if there is interest.

Only 18+ readers, just as a safety precaution - my Genshin works may cross into suggestive territory, but TWST will remain SFW due to the setting of students and minors.

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