#⸸ i swear it’s nothing personal | tartaglia.

[caelavi]

@mercyburned

if either of them was ordinary, childe would have chosen somewhere different to set up for lunch; patterned blanket on the grass with a wicker basket on top, on the very edge of the cliff where fontaine truly started and the strip of water that ended sumeru begun. the height of it all made something in his head twist, and it felt like something he had no interest in thinking about today. despite the faint vertigo (vertigo? was it vertigo?) that pulled when he looked over the edge of fontaine’s cliff, a fall from this height would be a mild inconvenience at most for lumine and himself instead of death.

boy, was it worth it.

the view of the port, water, and shore of sumeru made for beautiful scenery. peaceful even. the wind carried the fresh scent of water and flowers, and the heat from the sun made him stretch languidly and flop onto his back. it made it easier to push the dark thoughts from his mind and easier still as lumine came into view, a smile stretching onto his lips,

“lumine, my friend! thank you for coming,” he grinned, sitting up with a soft huff and petting the blanket next to him. “i brought lunch. some of it is from my homeland, and others- well, yoimiya was kind enough to send me some ingredients from inazuma! i won’t pretend i’ve used it as well as a local could, but i did my best.”

[mtchee]

An Honour to be in a Harem!? - [Genshin Impact SAGAU] | MDNI | GN AFAB 18+

blurb:

The concept of all these gorgeous people bowing before you is hard to grasp, but it's even worse to think that they'd actually offer themselves to you as a love interest. So obviously, you brush them off and decline, retorting that just because you're their supposed Creator doesn't mean they should feel as though they had to subject themselves to your unwanted affection. After all, who were you really, to compare to them? Unfortunately (or fortunately, actually) they seem quite boggled at your output. Ah! It all makes sense now! Their dearly Beloved is the shy type! Worry not, your Grace! Your dearest acolytes are more than happy to bask in any sort of attention you decide to share! Rest assured, they'll take care of all your needs~

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, kind of a sequel?, afab bodied, you are dearly beloved and longed for <3, realistically if this happened i would rather die of a heart attack, lots of love and affection!!, mdni, spicy content, swearing, smut, overstim, manhandling, voyeurism, squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, sub [name], use of terms cunny cunt pussy tit breasts, help i'm embarassed i wrote this omfg who am i, would u believe me if i said this is my first smut

| masterlist | genshin impact collection |

< prev. - amab! ver. - next. > [afab] [amab]

[3.0k]

What is this bullshit.

You can't help but just blink at the Archon knelt at your feet, his head bowed low. When you emit a shocked squeak he looks up at you, amber eyes latching onto your flustered expression.

Your gaze darts around the few others surrounding your throne--you only really sit in it when the people of teyvat line up for personal prayers and blessings, or when someone tells you to. Otherwise, you avoid sitting in it.

Venti, Ei, Al-haitham, Ayato, Ningguang, Jean, Furina, Neuvillette, and Tartaglia stand past Zhongli who is knelt before you.

You force a polite smile and let out a nervous laugh, "Aha, um... d-dont.. you don't have to do that. Really."

"Do not misunderstand, Beloved," The geo Archon stands to his full height, and you feel small despite the grandness of your seat, "it truly would be my--our, utmost honour." He places a hand over his heart and bows lowly by the waist. The others follow in tandem, and you panic.

"No! Really," Although all your fanfic dreams were coming true, knowing that these are now very much real people and not just characters put you on edge. They all have their own lives to live, their own goals and ambitions, likes and dislikes, preferences and attractions that you certainly didn't and never would attain.

At first, the idea is flustering and the offer makes you feel giddy, but looking into it, you feel bad. They see you as their All-Maker, who are you to make them miserable?

"You don't need to do that. I-I know there's that rumour going around, but really, I'm fine by myself."

"Your Grace," Ei steps forwards with a tiny furrow in her thin brows, "please, it would be our honour--"

"You know what would really be an honour," Your heart stings slightly, but you straighten up on your throne and give your audience a reassuring smile, "is if you went out on your own to seek who you actually love, to find a partner you'll be happy to spend your time with--to love on your own accord. That, would be an honour, I'd say."

You're not oblivious to how everyone reels back at your words, a mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief covering their features sported by prominent frowns.

Al-haitham is the one to break the tense silence that freezes the room.

"Beloved," His eyes flicker over you, thought and theories wiring around his ever working mind, "are we unsatisfactory?"

You blanch, "Gah! No! Oh my--it's nothing like that!" You can't help but feel flushed under the intensity of their eyes.

"It's just, you need to not see me as a duty."

You address them calmly, forcing your fluttering feelings down to school your face passively.

"You need to focus on yourselves, and your own lives. I'm not here to come between that."

Their silent stares are unnerving, and Venti and Furina share a look with hidden smiles while Jean steps forward with a respecful bow.

"Of course, your Grace."

"F-Fuck..!"

Embarassed tears sting your eyeline while you hold your breath, desperately trying to get ahold of yourself.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head and a loud moan is forced out of you each time Ayato's fat cock plunges in and out of your sloppy cunt.

He sits leant against the finest silken pillows with your naked back pressed against his bare, toned chest, an arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other sweetly fondles with one of your spit laden breasts.

Thoma lay stomach down on the soft doona, face buried dutifully between your quivering thighs which he holds apart with surprising strength. He tongues at your swollen clit fervently, and you cry out in humiliation when your slick gushes from your slit and onto the expensive fabric below.

"G-nngh!" You clench your eyes shut at the embarassingly loud noise of skin slapping against skin and the lewd sucks of Thoma's mouth and the squelching of your pussy, "a-ah..! Ah! Ah!"

The Kamisato Commisioner lets out a low moan by your ear, feeling your hot and gummy walls squeeze down on his cock deliciously.

"Remember-- hng! R-Remember to breathe, my beloved."

He gently squishes the enticing softness of your tit, bucking up into you abruptly when you let out a squeal as he pinches your nipple.

"M-Mm~ my dearest," Thoma moans onto your slickened pearl, and you just about explode at the burst of electric pleasure that shoots up your spine, "you taste.. divine..~!"

Your heart thrums at the messy sight of him, his lips, chin and cheeks covered in your honey thick slick with half lidded eyes locked onto your expressions. You let out a needy moan when you notice him desperately grinding his naked hips into the bedding for release.

A now all too familiar searing pleasure suddenly coils in the utmost depth of your body, and you scream at the sheer ferocity of it.

"C-Can't! I can't!"

You buck your hips away from Ayato's throbbing length and bump into Thoma's chin, but they only follow you--the commisioner's arm moving from your waist to your hips, locking you in place while Thoma's grip moves from your thighs to the underside of your knees, opening you up and forcibly holding you still.

You dig your nails into Ayato's arm, your other hand fruitlessly shoving at the housekeeper's head to push him away.

The pleasure becomes piercing, and you choke on a sob as your gushing cunny just goes squelch, squelch, squelch with every thrust you have to take. His cock feels so dangerously good, and you fear your clit might bleed from its continuous onslaught of pleasure.

Thoma's tongue licks at the opening of your slit and the base of his lord's cock, and Ayato curses lowly, his grip tightening.

You feel something thick and heavy and hot spurt inside you, though the pounding doesn't let up and the near painful coil violently pops inside you, and you shriek in tandem with the burst of watery clear fluid that squirts from your throbbing cunny.

Your face burns hot with humiliation, and you can only muffle your embarassed moans into the fabric of the couch.

Naked and vulnerable, you're bent ass up and face down over Al-haitham's lap with his dominant hand knuckle deep in your wet pussy.

Maybe, just maybe you might've been able to handle this amicably, but not with Kaveh walking in and berating the Akademia Scribe turned Grand Sage on his pleasure skills.

With your ass held high and knees spread, your leaking cunt is on display for the genius architect while his roommate fingers you ruthlessly, constantly prodding and rubbing that special squishy spot inside you that renders you immobile.

"H-Hah.. mmngh! Ah..."

You can do nothing but take it and drool on the couch while they squabble above you as though you're not there.

"--Y-You brute! That's our beloved and you're treating them like that!?"

"I'd say our Creator quite likes it."

You stifle a screech when Al-haitham takes his other hand and spreads your ass open to prove his argument to Kaveh.

"See?" He takes out his fingers and spreads them apart, watching your hot slick string apart, "and here too." You sob loudly as he gently prods your pussy lips apart to stare down your red, throbbing clit.

Kaveh's face flushes at the lewd display, and he gulps while setting his suitcase down off to the side before approaching.

"A-And?"

"[name] has cum thrice already."

Kaveh's brow twitches, "Were you not going to clean them up?!"

Al-haitham huffs indifferently despite the miniscule tint of pink arousal across his cheeks, "I'll leave that to you."

The blond hmphs at him before cooing at you softly, praising you with your title and demeanour.

"Our beloved," He caresses your back, and you shiver pleasantly at the tingle it stimulates, "you've been so good, haven't you? Done so well..."

He hushes you gently as he moves closer behind you, kneeling at the couch's edge, face level with your puffy cunny. Al-haitham remains quiet this time around, his non-slick covered hand patting your head lovingly.

"It's okay~ I'll take good care of you now, I'll clean you up all nice, alright?"

You only whine when he sinks his tongue into your pussy, lapping up your spilled juices and nipping at your reddened bud. Your body trembles with an absentminded moan when he sucks on your sore little clit, and he emits a noise of suprise as a new abundance of syrup leaks from your opening.

Al-haitham quirks up a brow, "Four times, now."

"Mercy! M-Mercy..!" You cry out.

"Oh," Lisa tuts demeaningly, "no, no, no dear one~ You see, you didn't quite seem to believe our intentions true when we offered ourselves to you. So it only seems right that we prove it, yes?"

You can't squirm away from Eula's mouth, her strength baffling as she keeps you stood still against the Grand Master's desk with ease. Amber mouths at the mounds of your breasts, obessed with how soft the fat of them are.

You whimper loudly when Eula curls her two fingers into your front wall, clenching down on her and nearly screaming when she thrusts them into you punishingly.

Jean can't help but watch in stunned silence of you, your voice and body ethereal. She can't wait to get a taste of her own as you shudder and gasp.

It was bad enough when Venti had his way with you earlier under Vanessa's tree, simultaneously teasing you and giving you everything you wanted.

He ran his mouth with words that were both endearingly sweet and pure debauchery, controlling the winds to graze at your hardened nipples with ghost like touches that left you spasming and breathless.

He'd shown you his choice of belonging to you through the intimate thrusts of his hips and sloppy, loving kisses across your body--he'd then guided you back to the gates of Mondstadt with the help of the wind to keep you balanced.

You cry when a thin zap of purple shocks your pulsing clit, cumming instantly while Eula's tongue soothes over it with the help of her cryo ability. Your lewd honey drips down your leg and onto the floor, and the blue haired girl sneers at the waste of it.

A whimper escapes you when Amber nips at your soft tit a little too harshly, and she murmurs a timid apology, looking up at you reverently before continuing.

"P-Please..!" You hate how they've all been able to make you cry with pleasure, as though they always knew just what they were doing to you, "it..-it hurts now..! A-Aaahhh..."

You let out a long, breathy whine as you cum again, tears steaming down your cheeks as the gentle wave of bliss washes over you. You almost miss Acting Grand Master Jean calling for someone to enter after a knock on the door.

Humiliation of your state causes you to flush and shut your teary eyes as Kaeya walks in, gaze latching onto you immediately.

He closes the door behind him, humming lowly at the sight.

His eye glints in dirty interest, a grin creeping up his lips at the sound of your whimpers and sloppy cunt.

"Oh? It's our turn already?"

"Kaeya! You're just in time," Lisa grins mischieviously, "I believe our dearly beloved is ready for something... thicker, now." She smiles as though her filthy implication were a casual statement of time.

You hate being the centre of attention, but fuck does it feel good. You hate feeling so vulnerable, but good god do they take care of you.

Maybe, just maybe you could allow yourself to indulge in their affections...

Nope.

Hate. You hate, hate, hate, hate hate it.

You whimper quietly, head bowed to hide your face from the prying eyes of the others seated around you.

You're back in the lands of Inazuma, in the very same place you were last time the picnic was set up. It was much more lavish this time around, based in the early evening with a gorgeous ocean view, lights strung up in the trees and scattered atop a few stable rocks.

The blankets laid down were much thicker this time, and the pillows larger and fluffier. The sunset paints the horizon gold and pink which fades into a rich purple and, eventually, the glimmering darkness of night.

You sit in Zhongli's lap, a spare blanket covering your bare lower half as you squirm on his throbbing cock. You could feel his other drooling pre-cum against your lower back.

The others had been coaxing you to eat your share of the platter, Navia and Wriothesly feeding you small portions since you were too shy to do so yourself.

Though ashamed and bashful, you can't help but clench and throb, and you fluster when Zhongli lets out a small groan from behind you.

Navia places a comforting hand on your covered knee.

"Beloved Creator, are you alright?" Her voice is soft, loving.

You swallow sharply, shoulders hunched and tense nervously from those watching.

"Your Grace?" You glance over at Diluc who huffs with a small blush of his own, "we'll take care of you."

Your cunt throbs, and Zhongli thrusts into you.

You yelp at the sudden motion, straightening up instinctively to balance yourself only for your most devoted to thrust into you again, and again, and again. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you seated, and the blanket slowly slips from your lap from the movement.

"A-Ah! Zhon--aahhh!"

Squelch, plap, slap, his fat cock hits the textured roof of your squishy insides and sends an overwhelming shock of pleasure through you. Throwing your head back with a lewd moan, both your embarassment and arousal increase tenfold at the sight of your most shameless worshippers touching themselves at the sight of you.

Others swallow roughly, barely holding themselves back with a single thread of dignity. Those of them watch with eyes that burn your body into memory, and the intensity both frightens and arouses you.

The better of them murmur and coo praises at you, causing your stomach to flutter and your pussy to gush.

You pant loudly when Ayato softly intructs you to breathe, and you squeal when Tartaglia reachs out to play with your pretty clit while rubbing his neglected cock.

"Pl..ease..! Hah..!"

You feel a pair of lips on your neck and whine, whimpering shamefully when Neuvillette starts whispering sweet praise into your ear, sucking on your skin softly. You white knuckle the thick blanket by your forcefully opened legs and clench your eyes shut in humiliation.

Your cunny starts to tingle with sparks of pleasure that strike your overstimulated bundle of nerves, and you flush at the feeling of your sex juices trailing from your slit to your ass, soiling Zhongli's clothed lap and the pillows and fabric below.

"Hng! Cumming! AH!" You shriek, thrashing in their hold, "c-cumming! H-Help, 'm cumming-- oohhh~ Ohh~"

That weird prickly feeling coils in your tummy again, and you let out a lewd and bratty whine when they don't let up on their touching.

"S-Slow! PLEASE! F-Fuck! Feels funn-y~!"

When you slap at Childe's hand, your own are quickly restrained by Kazuha who simply smiles with red cheeks and mutters to you flowery reassurances.

The sound of your pussy is loud, it's noisy, and filthy. You emit a desperate, pleading wail, not knowing if your subconscious is trying to beg them to stop or to stay.

Saliva pools in your mouth then begins to hang open as your starry eyes roll into the back of your head, chest heaving.

Your thighs tremble and your fingers twitch--Kazuha intertwines them with his own, and you lock onto the comforting hold.

"G-Good!" You can't stop yourself from babbling, "m-makes me feel soOo goood~!"

"Oh, sweet one~" Yae Miko giggles.

"You understand that we choose you now, yes?" Ningguang hums with a teasing quip. Her eyes torn between your adorably lewd features and your swollen, glistening cunt.

"Relax, beloved. It's only us, your most faithful~"

"Mm, don't hold back, dearest."

"Can you moan for us, beloved? You sound just delicious when you moan!"

"Are you gonna cum for us?"

"It's not fair how they got a taste of you first~!"

"Hng..! A-ah, hah!"

"Oh-oh! Beloved, calm down, you're alright. Just let it happen.."

"Do you feel good, your Grace?"

"--c-cumming- cumming! Cumming..!"

A white hot blaze of heat crashes over you, and your ears ring as your body trembles in utter bliss. Your slick pussy squeezes and gushes with your lewd honey, and as your abused little pearl sears with an almost painful pleasure, your body squirts out your most powerful orgasm that soaks the blankets and the people surrounding.

Pleasure caused tears leave hot stains on your face, and your head lulls to the side tiredly. Your chest heaves for breath as you come down from your high, and it takes a few moments before the ringing finally stops and you can hear again.

Doting whispers and coos are the first thing you process, followed by something thick and hot leaking out of your stretched and now empty hole.

A hand caresses your head as many others touch on you innocently, checking in on you and taking care of you.

Someone holds a glass to your lips, and someone else helps you lean forwards to sip.

You startle at the feeling of a soft mouth coming to gingerly lick and suck at your sore pussy, and you let out a delirious whine.

Another acolyte hushes you gently, kissing you softly before another joins in peppering kisses all over your tired face to distract you from the one cleaning you up between your legs.

You still feel light headed from the embarassment of it all, but you've latched onto the pleasant tingling you feel when they look at you so adoringly--more lovingly than just in reverence.

No, actually.

You don't hate this at all.

[ever-4sunlight]

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏)

Includes: dottore, pantalone, childe, arlecchino

warnings: Sexuallity headcannons (my own opinion) and very bad English, mention of yandere actions in arlecchinos part

pronouns: none

1/2

𝑫𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆

He is... Lets just say a little weird but talks much he will tell you about who he experimented on all night long you wont be able to sleep

If he is tired he gets annoyed easily so dont talk much when hes not in the mood

hes a smart person why should he do what you say? He will command you around

He will 'accidentally' test some of his syringes on you when your sleeping

He wont have much time to spend with you he has to work on his experiments! Nothing is more important then his job

If your to lonely he will send on of his clones to cuddle with you while he can work without feeling bad for not spending time with you

He is totally against kids why should he raise some idiots that will be disrespectful when they grow up?

Im pretty sure that when he ever has free time he wont tell you how much he loves you but will show you how much he loves you

If he hugs you his hands will be placed on your waist if he has time to touch you he will touch you

He will give you everything you want (no child) not personally of course he has to work so a clone will do that for him

possible Sexuallity: confusing me as much as kazuha. _.

His love language is probably: physical touch

𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

Hes tthe richest harbinger of all he will get you whatever you want it doesn't matter how much it costs everything for his love

He is working must of the time so he will send you little gifts

If he ever has free time he will probably go out with you doing whatever you want shopping or going to a restaurant he doesn't care he will go there with you

He would probably buy you a kitty or a puppy against the boredom when hes working

Buy you every type of clothing you want it doesn't matter to him how much it costs he has the big money

Hes not completely against kids but he's working to much to help you raising them and giving up his job is no option so think about it

He wont have much time to spend with you but he will feel bad leaving you alone all the time

As long as your safe everything is alright so he doesn't have to worry

If he comes back from work he will always have a gift for you and the hours you've waited

If he hugs your he wil lay you on his chest and just stroke your hair talking until you sleep

Possible Sexuallity: bi sexual

His love language is probably: gifts and words of affirmation

𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆/𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒂

Here we go with our all loved ed sheeran also known as tartaglia he is joking around like a little kid he loves you more then everything in this world

He is definitely not the smartest of the harbingers after all he is the 11th fatui harbinger the weakest and the dumbest? Im not calling him dumb im just not calling him smart

He is a harbinger he has practically no time like the other ones T-T

But i swear to you if he has a free day he will attack you with affection cuddling you for hours and telling you how much he loves you not letting go until he has to work again

If none of his fellow harbingers are near he will talk about his brother and his sister while holding you in his arms

He will hold you by your waist having his chin on your shoulder whispering into your ear how much he loves you

He will Probably never tell you what things he has done because hes scared that you will hate him for the bad things hes done

He wants kids! 100% he just wants to see mini versions of you running around (if your male just adopted or just think in omega verse:D)

His sexuallity is probably: im not sure... Bi or pan?

His love language is probably: physical touch and gifts

𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐

There wwe go with or harbinger mommy shes not only sexy but overall just the perfect definition of toxic<3 but we still love her and she loves you too!

She's VERY possessive and if i say VERY I MEAN VERY she gets jealous by having you just talk to someone else thats not her your hers after all

Shes cold... Not only are her hands cold but shes just someone who barely shows emotions but no worries! She still loves you

If she comes home its late and your probably already asleep but she just cant help but lean your head against her chest when she lays down beside you she just wants to have her lover close!

If you disobey her your probably getting locked into your room to keep you away fron the 'danger' outside

The only person she trusts you with is herself obviously shes the one she can trust the most shes a father! She knows what she's doing

When ttalking about kids shes neutral... Just keep the screaming thing away... But at the same time its hers and it needs protection and care

Shes not talkative so dont annoy her to much!

Her sexuallity is probably: i would actually say shes a lesbian._. But for the more judgmental audience i say bi

Her love language is probably: acts of service

[prettyboykatsuki]

okay fr what do you think scara is like in bed? what’s he into, what’re his kinks, the whole shebang?

modern scaramouche hc's

✭ tags ; sub!chara, dom!reader (they bottom but parts are unspecificed so gn!reader as well), this is also my modern!scaramouche take so just be aware, bratting, rough sex, slapping, hitting, a lil degradation, reader is v careful abt scaramouches boundaries tho, romantic implications reader is stronger than scara + he is short king, etc

✭ wc ; 2.1k (im soooo ashamed. anon im so sorry)

✭ a/n ; this got so out of hand so quickly. this is my personal scaramouche this has nothing to do with anyone but me and my delusions sorry in advance.

like really. cant describe how subjective this is but i also refuse to change my mind or see him any other way. thank u so much for inquiring

my modern scaramouche is usually aged like. 20-something in college. he goes to a nice university (a very competitive school mind you.) he was really concerned about excelling for like most of his hs career. kind of a loner except tartaglia who adopted him into his friend group.

he panics about his degree for the longest time cause he doesn't know what to do - but settles on civil architecture and minors in fine art.

he has his ears pierced and some other piercings too that he was peer pressured into, but overall likes how they look. he's not usually very dressed up and all of his closet is so oversized because comfort > fashion BUT he never looks like a slob either.

has like 3 other friends on campus (kazuha + mona + childe who somehow followed him there)

complicated relationship with his mom + stepmom (he doesn't hate her but they do not communicate so tons of misunderstandings between them. like sooo many)

and. usually not actively looking to date anyone ever. he had like one crush one time in highschool but chickened out so miserably and SEETHED about it the whole time.

after that he swore to never, ever, ever go back to that dark place and sort of just focused on his career and school. his major is pretty difficult so it takes a lot of his time

plus he's a little pretentious, stuck up little shit so only a few people can handle him in the first place.

anyways. u meet through tartaglia who thinks you two will get along really well (and he's trying to set you both up bc he thinks you two could work well together)

its honestly like oil and water. you're personality just rubs him the wrong way. sure childe is annoying, but he's stupid

you're...not stupid. you're kind of clever and you treat him with like. a sense of disrespect he hates. scaramouche is used to people who let him have the upperhand

but you're always pretty quick to shoot him down. you never let him him get away with anything and you guys have this like... insane back and forth for months

its the slowest of burns. he swears he hates you.

(he doesn't though. he thinks its really fucking attractive that you talk back to him and don't let him intimidate you ever. but he loathes that feeling. he also loathes how nice your laugh is and how easy it is to talk to you)

scaramouche spends. AGES. ages in denial. closes his eyes to it. its like 6 months deep into it - he starts having wet dreams and he wakes up HORRIFIED with himself.

WORSE? scaramouche knows about your sex life. not through you but through observation and gossip. he's not fucking you in the dreams. you're fucking him.

humiliated, he simply tries to ignore it. but it's making him so much moody than usual and because you two spend so much time together - you notice almost right away. of course you do.

"whats got your panties in a twist lately? not that you're usually sunshine and rainbows but you're acting like a little kid"

scaramouche says something mean. like, really mean in response. he's just so frustrated. its a personal jab, farther than he'd usually go.

he's expecting to sabotage himself you know? he does that sometimes. pushes people away when they get too close. it's a miracle he has any friends. he's expecting you to get annoyed and leave.

but there's this like. chill to your voice. and you're looking straight at him.

"you don't talk to me like that, understand? i don't care how shitty your mood is."

one hit k.o. he can't even breathe. what's wrong with him and what is happening to him, and holy shit why do you sound like that.

"sorry," he apologizes (him. he's apologizing first) "just. frustrating,"

and you immediately slink back to your usual self. and he's relieved and a little excited and just overall restless because he can't stop thinking about what just happened.

"it's fine. i like being on your ass or whatever but it's bothering me that you're so moody. maybe you really do need to get laid,"

the joke is one you often to make. it's meant to lighten the mood. but scaramouche is feeling pent-up and horny and that's kind of exactly what he needs

"s-shut up. it's not like you're going to do it,"

internally he's hoping you take the bait. he is equal parts horrified and excited watching you take in the information. you give him a lazy smile as you sit up and look at him.

"huh. do you...want me to do it?"

oh dear god. oh fuck.

"so what if i did?"

and then you laugh, which he can't decipher. he's gearing himself to be made fun of. he watches you with big wide yes as you come sit on the desk near him. feels your fingers trail his jaw and tilt his head up and holy shit he might really die.

he can barely look up at you.

"is that why you've been acting weird for last couple of weeks?" your voice is so smug and scaramouche is so turned on it's stupid. he hates it. hates himself. hates everything

"shut up,"

and then, you grab his chin. really make him look at you and it's startling but he doesn't pull away. you look gleeful.

"that why you've been running with your tail between your legs when you see me?" you hum, your eyes almost predatory "cause you want me to fuck you?"

its times like this scaramouche he could be honest. because that's exactly what he wants, but he hates having to say it.

"as if you could satisfy me," he says, instead. your eyes widen, and it takes you a minute to register it all in your head.

"you're such a fucking brat," you say, light. affectionate, really. it makes his heart pump "you think i can't?"

"i'd like to see you try," he says, absolutely and utterly in disbelief internally. you grin.

"can i kiss you?"

"why're you asking?"

"cause im an asshole, not a villain,"

you and scaramouche makeout in a study room before he decides to to get ahold of himself and invites you into his dorm. he's never been so thankful in his life that his roomate is gone.

when you get scaramouche into bed - it really dawns on him how out of his element he is. he's not a virgin - a few awkward and usually bad hook-ups in his repertoire.

but you're not like them. he's bitey and on edge but you handle him. ask for permission for little things, clarifications for what he's okay with. you're thoughtful, despite how much he's lashing out.

and it's turning scaramouche so much he doesn't know how to handle it other than doing it again. he wants to provoke you so much. he wants to put him in his place over and over.

it's mid makeout he pulls away, frustration all-welled up inside him that he asks. he's hard and needy and needs something to get him off.

"i knew you were all talk," he sneers, putting as much of himself in it as he can "this is nothing,"

you look at him very seriously "you're really asking for it, huh," you say with a sigh "do you know what you're getting into?"

"nothing serious obviously,"

"usually when i deal with brats like you, i treat 'em real rough. im being nice to you cause you're so pent up, but it's like you don't want that," you grab his face again, getting close and personal this time and scaramouche feels like he'll collapse "want me to treat you mean and put you in your place? hit you and make you cry?"

oh it ruins his life. that's exactly what he wants. what he needs from you so much it aches. so much he chokes.

"wh-what the hell are-"

but you make him face forward, look you in your eyes.

"your first lesson is answer me when i talk to you. is that what you want? you can nod if you can't say it,"

so he nods and you laugh.

"yeah? should smack the brat outta you shouldn't i?

you're asking for permission. despite his everything, there's something affectionate about it. he feels his stomach twist with desire.

"just fucking do it already,"

"tell me if you need to stop,"

"i said—"

it's unceremonious, really. when scaramouche feels the palm of your hands on his cheek, landing heavy and hard as you push him back against the bed. you hit him.

he liked it. makes his cock throb in his fucking jeans, feeling the sting.

"your second lesson is don't fucking mouth at me," you practically spit. there's some roughness in your actions that make scaramouche keen as you crawl on top of him "can't even deal with your moods without lashing out."

scaramouche feels his stomach churn as your hands make rough work of him. you pin his wrists over his head, tell him to keep it there.

and of course he refuses, disobeys - gets to feel how strong you actually are when you spit the words back in his face again to hold fucking still.

scaramouche keeps doing it. keeps pushing until you have to put him back where he belongs forcibly. he doesn't know that he's doing it

but he wants something he can't name, a desire that aches so deep in his chest. he wants you to take responsibility for him - like a promise of some kind.

he likes the way your mouth feels on his skin. your teeth feel so good sinking into pale flesh. the scratch of your nails and sting of your palms as you spank and hit and push his body.

you manhandle him so fucking easily, putting him in every position you can think of. on his knees, or his back - naked and waiting.

you tease scaramouche till he's honest, your voice coarse until he starts giving in.

you're so good with your hands. your fingers, your mouth. you know just the right things to get him all squirmy - praising him when he's getting desperate towards the end.

his sense of shame nowhere to be found as he gets close to the edge. as you tip him over it, he can feel all the tension bleed out of him. goes from bitching, to whiny - needy and not above begging.

he doesn't even understand it. can't wrap his head around it all the way - lets you guide him through the feeling as he starts feeling pliant.

you let him fuck you with mercy. don't make him work for it, just sit on his cock and tell him that he looks so much better when he's all messed up for you and he just. melts completely. like feels like he's gonna fall through the floor.

he cries when he cums. sobs a little as he finally gets relief then melts into your bed like a pile of wet sand as you finish yourself off and overstimulate him a little in the process.

after all is said and done - he falls asleep basically immediately after the high.

when he wakes up the next day - you haven't left. he's like kind of nuzzled up in your arms (which. is wild bc he has always hated physical touch but? apparently not with you)

when you stir awake, you're immediately whistling. you even press a kiss to his forehead and brush his hair out of his face.

"you awake? feel okay?" you hum, so stupidly tender and scaramouche has to fight every urge to push you away.

"im...fine. you're still here," he says unhelpfully. you chuckle.

"yeah. figured you would start spiraling if i left in the middle of the night"

he is horrified at the accuracy.

"it's weird when you're being all...nice to me,"

"its a lot easier since i realize you just wanted to be put in your place," you say with a knowing him. scaramouche elbows you "it's cute, it's cute. don't kill me,"

"you're annoying,"

"yeah, i know. i wiped you down a bit but we should shower and i gotta make sure you're not too hurt anywhere,"

"i'm not a flower,"

"i was bein' pretty rough and its my job to take care of you,"

"why would that be your job?"

"cause im a responsible sexual partner and we're seeing each other, i figure?"

he flushes at the implication. he doesn't want to think about it as he cuddles himself into your side. ugh. whatever.

"who said that?"

"do you want me to see other people?"

"i'll kill you,"

"that's what i thought,"

scaramouche hates it but does not have the confidence to protest you.

scaramouche realizes with the weight of the world on his shoulders that he is the most submissive brat in the fucking world

he decides not to think about it for a while

[zhuwang194]

Gepard x reader “Loser”

I’m a loser, so either way, it’s fine if I just howl, right?

Being in the wanted post together with the called trailblazer isn’t a good sign, y/n is one of a famous thief of Belobog together with her friend Sampo, who she swear one day she will slap his face.

Now she is watching in a hidden place with Sampo the fight between Silvermane and the people not from this world.

“Hey Sampo, waiting to the right moment?” She asks her friend, who was preparing himself to act.

“Of course my lady, Sampo Koski never fail in his entrance in a show” He answers the girl, who was a little bit annoyed by his attitude.

“I swear one day I will kill you” Threat an angry y/n.

“Wow, a new way to say I love you right?” Teased Sampo knowing how she easily gets mad.

“Shut up and let do it” y/n after saying, picked her sword, prepared to take the foreign people out of the trouble.

When Gepard was going to make another move against the black hair boy, his attack was blocked by a sword.

“What a unfair battle, lot of silvermanes against 3 people” Say y/n with a playful tone.

“Who are you?” Asked the pick hair lady, tired after the battle.

“Call me y/n and… long time no see Geppie~” She looked at the blonde hair boy.

“Y/n, I wasn’t expecting you to appear” Say a surprised Gepard “You really should come with me and accept the judgment, you know, robbery is not allowed”.

“Shut up Gepard, you saying that is illegal robbery? What about the people from underworld?” She says with an obvious anger in her voice “you guys from overworld don’t even care about them”.

“I only did what the supreme guardian ordered” Answer Gepard.

“Listen to her, this bitch” Say y/n annoyed only my the mentioned supreme guardian.

“You really shouldn’t insult her y/n” Reply Gepard already a bit annoyed by y/n attitude.

“If you want to take the foreign visitors… only if I’m dead.” After saying that, y/n pointed the sword against Gepard “Sampo, take them out of here”

Already not expecting him to say, Sampo already acted by throwing his smoke bomb. And y/n being y/n, already making a move against Gepard, and he defended very well.

“As expected” she says with a no surprised tone of voice.

“You really thinks these little trick will work? How pathetic”

The fight between them was really fierce, y/n only attacking and Gepard defending.

“Such a loser, only attacking with help of tricks” Say Gepard.

“Says the Blonde Tartaglia” answer y/n while make another attack against him.

“Tartaglia what?”

“Nothing”

After a long battle, both of them are tired.

“Time to escape” y/n used a trick to make her disappear in the snow.

Gepard look at the place where she was.

He has many questions too in his mind, but he never has an answers for them, about some of the supreme guardian attitude.

In the night, y/n comes again in the overworld, but that time, only to appreciate the view of Belobog. She walks on the city, it was late, so nobody was on the streets.

“What a peace…” she thought herself, playing with the knife in her hand. “I wish that scene in the underworld too”.

Not long time after her walk, she hears someone singing, it was clear that the person don’t know how to sing, and being curious, she decided to spy the person. It was Gepard, trying to sing but failing.

“You sure don’t have talent to sing” Say y/n revealing herself from the dark.

“What the hell-’’ A surprised Gepard says, blushing really hard.

“Let call today a day of peace, we can be friends just tonight” Teased y/n.

“Is another of your tricks right?” Suspected Gepard.

“No no no, I’m honest, more than a friend of mine” She says. “Let’s help you with your singing skill darling”

“W-why are you calling me that?” Gepard was really flushed.

“Why not? Is normal calling someone darling, isn’t it?” Question y/n.

Gepard was blushing and y/n enjoying the moment. The funniest part is y/n making fun of him with the fact he told her, he can’t keep a plant alive, he can’t sing and he don’t know how to draw.

“So the wanted draw was made by you?” Say y/n still laughing at him.

“Hey! Don’t need to bully me like that”

“You are so funny to talk” She says, noticing some other people coming in the place they were. “Time to say goodbye Geppie”.

Before she leaves, she kiss his cheek, making him really embarrassed, you y/n kissed his cheek, how bold.

The story pretty sure don’t end here in their minds, but here in the post yes, is the end.

[predvestnik]

According to the kids in the area, there's a new hero in town. Tomo's not so sure how true this is but this ginger guy is all they talk about. 'He is so strong and so handsome!' said the bravest girl of group. 'He's a giant!' Tomo doubted it when the youngest talked. 'With a cool mask and cooler water daggers!' Another kid recalls, imitating his movements with a stick he found in the forest. The group surrounds Tomo and tells them everything, giving a vague description influenced mostly by their imagination and perception.

Some recall him as proactive and intuitive, others as anylitical but a total fighter. It's a bit CONFUSING with some kids contradicting themselves right after. As solution, they end up having to draw the person question.

At least the kids can all agree on something. Their sketch SUCKS.

𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧, Yoimiya had begun telling him through a wide smile and multiple soft giggles, shrouded with the 𝙒𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙃 𝙋𝙊𝙒 needed to put enemies to rest before they could dream of carrying any kid into their camp. Of course, Tartaglia met the recalling of his feat with a laugh of his own, endeared by the simple wonder with which those much younger than them perceived the world, unaware of the dangers posed during their play.

As they sat together in a circle around an improvised little campfire, Iwao showed the drawing excitedly despite his most crushing reviews. Tartaglia!, the small boy bellowed while leaning over the Harbinger's lap to supervise how the man held the paper and addressed the rendition of their encounter with a Hilichurl camp, I tooooold them the Great Mujina Youkai was much bigger, much scarier. I promise I did, but they forgot to include it!

Iwao's pout and stirring were powerful tools of influence for the other kids to almost emulate his reaction, Yoimiya's touch was tender on the boy's shoulder and her smile outshone their worries, melted the remnants of any criticisms while Tartaglia joined in on the task to reassure everyone that, in fact, that was a perfect depiction of the event.

      ❛ Hey now, comrades. This is clearly one of the mini Mujinas disguised as Hilichurl trying to trick us, don't let your guard down. The artist show us nothing short of talent and knowledge over the monster's methods, certainly someone worth meeting. ❜ The explanation earned a choir of soft little Ooohs, some of the kids perking up to remember how truly fearsome the youkai can be while a few others considered trying their hands on pen and paper next time. Their eyes widened, too, and Tartaglia completed: ❛ But don't worry, listen to Yoimiya and remember everything we taught you and the Great Mujina will never cause you harm. ❜ To that, each kid nodded in agreement and Iwao promptly followed, swearing to protect his friends before the circle was disbanded in favor of more playful banter between them.

In the end, the drawing was returned to its rightful owners and shown around among themselves as if no one had ever questioned it, the only mark left by the Harbinger being a small note in the corner of the paper alongside a silly thumbs-up doodle of himself:

                 Awesome!          — Tartaglia.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

Warmth

Ship: Scaramouche x April | Word Count: 1487 | Warnings/Tags: pre-relationship

A/N: tee-hee here have some fluff before scara & I actually get together (aka silly boy denies having any feelings as always)

April lets out a soft sigh as she finally steps out of the harsh, bitter winds. A shiver ripples down her spine and she wraps her coat tighter around her body as she frowns.

Her endurance has been increasing as she goes on more missions and errands, but she can't quite get used to the frigid air of Snezhnaya. It's nothing like the climate she grew up in, even for winters there.

Her first priority is to get herself warmed up. Paperwork can wait until tomorrow and so long as she eats before bed, she'll be fine. However, she's sure she'll end up sick if she doesn't get her body temperature up soon.

The air gets marginally warmer as she walks deeper into headquarters, instinct alone guiding her to the harbingers' side of the building. She makes it about halfway to Signora's room before she freezes.

"Shit." She mutters softly, a frown resting on her face as she remembers that Signora was also sent away for a mission this week. There goes that plan.

The next person that enters her head that could help is Tartaglia, but… no. It's not that she thinks he wouldn't help her warm up, even as new as their sibling relationship is, but it's incredibly late and he's no doubt been busy training all day. She decides to let her poor brother get some sleep while he can.

There aren't too many other harbingers that she's close to and she'd really prefer not having to set a fire herself. Her room does have a lovely fireplace but she's exhausted from her mission. The less work she has to do, the better.

Her eyes settle on Arlecchino's and Columbina's doors and she frowns a little. She could… They've been nothing but lovely to her so far and she really does think they'll be close friends, but… Some part of her doesn't want to bother them. As mentioned, it's late and surely, they already have things to do tonight…

That leaves one person.

Her heart errantly flutters at the thought of him and she barely contains the smile that wants to come to her lips.

Before she even has a chance to get anxious about bothering him at this hour, her feet have already led her over to his door and she knocks on it softly, the same pattern she does every time. She likes to think that the repetition lets him know that it's her and not some random Fatui grunt or another harbinger.

There's a pause, long enough that she tilts her head a little. "…Come in." His voice echoes out and this time, she lets herself smile as she opens the door and steps inside.

Her exhaustion hits her again as she shuts the door behind her and he scoffs softly. "What's wrong with you? You look like shit." Scaramouche says harshly as he gets a look at her, the tiniest sliver of concern in his tone.

April sighs again and turns to look at him. "Yeah? I probably do… Day-long missions tend to do that to you." She snarks back and he hums quietly.

"What do you want then?" He asks, frowning at her. "If you're so tired, you should be smart for once and go to bed."

She laughs softly at his words. "I will, don't worry." She says quietly, laughing more when he grumbles that he isn't worried. "But I'm too tired to set a fire myself, so… let me borrow yours for a bit?"

April swears that concern flickers over his face before it settles back into his usual scowl. "Fine." He grumbles. "Have at it." He gestures over at the lit fireplace before looking back down at his desk.

"Thank you!" April says, making her way over and sitting down on a sofa facing the fireplace.

Scaramouche watches from the corner of his eye as she seems to relax into his sofa, his frown deepening at how tense she is even despite that. His eyes linger long enough to catch her shivering despite the warmth of the fire and something twinges where his heart should be.

No. He shakes his head and adamantly stares back at his desk. He doesn't care about her. He doesn't. He's never going to care about a mortal again and that includes stupid sunshiney harbingers.

His resolve wavers when he catches her holding her hands out to warm them and he rises silently from his desk, disappearing into his rarely used bedroom. He digs out a blanket that had been a gift from… he can't remember which harbinger.

He returns and unceremoniously dumps the blanket on top of her. "Your shivering is distracting." He says, ignoring the way her resulting giggles makes him feel. He will not let himself feel again so clearly his mind's playing tricks on him.

That said, Scaramouche doesn't know why he lingers there once she's wrapped herself in the blanket. He stays there long enough for her to notice and she grins at him. "You know… you could join me if you wanted." She says with a laugh.

"Join you?" He parrots and she nods.

"Yup. It'd get me warmed up faster and out of your hair faster." She says and he sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

'What makes you think I'd want that?' Some tiny part of him whispers, getting immediately silenced. He huffs and walks around the couch before sitting down beside her and peering at her so harshly it's almost a glare.

April giggles a little and shakes her head a tiny bit. "You're too far away. Come here." She lifts the blanket and pats the spot right beside her.

Scaramouche frowns but he does move until he's taken that spot. He doesn't know why he's bothering when he doesn't care about her, but that doesn't stop him from doing as she requests.

April grins in victory and wraps the blanket around him, wrapping an arm around his waist to drag him closer to her until he's flush up against her side.

"You are enjoying yourself way too much." He grumbles, averting his eyes from the blinding brightness of her smile.

"Mm… You don't have much of a temperature." She observes softly. "Not cold or hot…" She shrugs a little. It's likely because his room was already a neutral temperature when she came in. It's only close to the fireplace that it's anything resembling warm.

Scaramouche scoffs but he can't focus. The parts of him that are touching her are warm. She is warm. He doesn't know whether that's a human trait (when's the last time he made physical contact with one?) or simply a trait that only she possesses.

He doesn't care. It doesn't matter, truly. What does matter is that he has never felt so warm. It's the kind of warmth that seeps into him - similar to how the sun has always done (one of life's few pleasures he lets himself enjoy).

How is he ever going to go back to never having this type of warmth again? (It's an errant thought but he could grow addicted to this if he let himself do so.)

Distracted as he is, he doesn't notice her moving, the way she sits up a little more and shifts so that she can pull him closer. She wraps both arms around him and holds him close like a child might a stuffed toy, his head resting on her chest.

She expects a complaint or for him to push her away. The only time he's touched her (and it is rare indeed) is when he bandaged her injuries or when they're sparring and it gets physical on his end.

So, she's in awe that he's letting her cuddle him. Honestly, April thinks he might be short-circuiting, but he's not insulting her and he's not complaining, so she'll take it.

Scaramouche unconsciously sinks into her embrace, his whole body feeling trembly in a way that has him internally screaming at himself. Some trace of that must show on his face as April giggles softly.

"Relax." She says, gently rubbing her hand over his back. "It's not a crime to enjoy this. Even if you don't like me." She says that teasingly and he knows that she doesn't believe that he doesn't like her. Even he doesn't believe it some days.

"Besides, I won't tell anyone about this and I will leave once I feel warmer, promise." She says and he sighs dramatically, scowling even as he snuggles closer to her.

"Foolish mortal…" He mutters softly and she giggles, having the gall to flick him lightly on the back of the head. He won't stand for that! No matter who she may be, she doesn't get to--

Oh… Scaramouche shivers as she starts tracing patterns over his back, his thoughts fizzling out at the touch. Maybe he'll let this slide… just this once.

[tsuukirana]

✦˚ ·  𝟎𝟕 | 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓

Teyvat was a weary place, battered and beaten by the history of war. Mortals come across these barren lands to dream. While very few make it out as heroes and survivors, many come and go as quietly as the wind. One woman stands against the story of time, destined to tread upon this unholy ground with nothing more than an outstretched, soft hand. Darkness can rise to her neck but she never once dared to look down. Her followers wish to be beside her as she veers to the land of defeated gods, hoping to solve a forgotten mystery.

The Tsaritsa’s right hand is a lonesome soul, constantly wandering the snow-covered grounds of Snezhnaya. Those serving beneath her swear their loyalty by the blade, guided truthfully by the sound of her gentle voice. Her youthful face shields a thousand years of unspoken torment, yet she continues forth her journey in overseeing the future, hoping there might be change.

Back to 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒?

Explore 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓?

Inspired by Aponia, the Third Flame-Chaser by Honkai Impact 3rd.  

Your eyes flicker to your side, gazing at the Balladeer who pushes his lips tightly together, trying to hold back a sigh. Making your way through the open plains, you can hear the sound of your shoes clicking against the light-grey stones. Birds leave their chirps at your companion's ears, much to his dismay. He has been shooing them away for quite some time now. You try not to laugh at him. You know he’s embarrassed by the way the tips of his ears light up a bright red color.

Stifling a small chuckle, you lower your arm, letting the ends of your knuckle graze against his soft skin. Ever since your encounter with the lonesome Adeptus, your group has been scattered throughout the plain, all in search of this mysterious meteorite. Though you have only found a few worth investigating, many of them had already been cleared out. You would like to think that it is the work of the Traveler, who has been wandering Liyue as well. You suspect that they aren’t alone at least. This was not a one-man job. 

The Balladeer seemed less than pleased to be walking around, much less looking for dull rocks. If he had to spend another hour scouring the area for some glowing stone, he might go mad. Madder than he already was, you say to yourself. Despite his slightly gloomy nature in the morning, he had been extremely focused on trying to finish this investigation as soon as possible. At first, you suspected that he may have had issues working with you, but you doubt this was the case. With his personality, it seemed more as if he was bored. You cannot blame him too much. Your travels in Liyue had been rather pleasant for you, however, it might have been a bit of a bore to someone who had already explored many of the nations on his own time. 

“Are you tired?” You break the silence, walking closer to him. You notice that his complexion seems paler today. “You seem bothered as of today. Is something the matter?��� 

He waves off another few birds which settle on his shoulder. “Aside from these nuisances, there is nothing. I was simply hoping that we could make some more progress about this meteorite strike but all that I’m left with is this mundane task of walking around. If my soldiers weren’t so incompetent and annoying, we could have finished this job on our own.”

You hum in response, “Were the soldiers Tartaglia left for you not good enough? Need I call upon my own?”

“They are subpar at most,” He scoffs, rolling his eyes at the mere mention of the russet-haired man. At first, he didn’t want to accept Tartaglia’s soldiers. He wouldn’t want to touch anything that belonged to that man. Who knows what sort of filth he carries with him, he says to himself. But at last, he was left with little to no choice. The Jester advised him to take his men, so he had to oblige. “Don’t bother with yours. We’re only looking for rocks anyway.” 

Despite his declination, he glances at your figure shortly. If he wasn’t allowed to use his unit for this investigation, what difference does it make with yours? Sure, your troops were more skilled, experienced, and diligent than anyone in the Fatui. They worked quickly and efficiently, never spouting more than just a few words of affirmation and agreement. You could snap your finger and they’d materialize right without a second of hesitation. In short, they seemed too perfect, even by his standards. Sighing under his breath, he shakes his head. It would make a huge difference if he had a hold of your unit. Regardless, as if purposefully planned, he had to settle for Tartaglia’s as by the Jester’s suggestion. 

Stopping in your tracks, the two of you notice an unconscious man on the side of the road. The Balladeer raises his eyebrows as he moves closer to his body, inspecting the meteorite that crashed into his cart. You try not to step on the splintered wood as you make your way through the grass. The blue glow is as luminous as ever, and you almost find yourself being drawn to it. 

You kneel beside the man, checking for his pulse shortly before your companion glances back at you. You give him a curt nod which leads him to reach out to the foreign object, his eyes closing as he enters a dream-like state. Pressing your hand against the other man’s chest, you haul him into a sitting position, his head leaning slightly to the side. If you listened closely, you might have heard a few snores escape the confines of his lips. You gently shake his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. Yet no matter how often he swayed left to right, he was still drooling over himself. You conclude that he was deep in slumber and no amount of shaking will wake him. 

Hearing the sound of secondary footsteps, you quickly stand, alerting the Balladeer who snaps awake. He pulls himself together as the two of you stand alert on the other side of the road. The two of you share a glance before you gesture with your lips. 

As if on cue, the sound of a high-pitched companion reaches your ears: “Is the guy on the floor sleeping?” 

You both snap your attention towards the three newcomers, their figures growing closer as they observe the old man from afar. Thinking quickly, the navy-haired man reaches for your hand, holding it tightly as his body shifts to touching your side. The act is slightly intimate yet subtle enough to convey a message. The Balladeer squeezes your hand for a moment, to draw your attention toward the figure in the middle. He presses the tip of his nail into your palm shortly.

‘Is this the Traveler?’ He is sure that he is holding you with the opposite side facing the Traveler. Using a combination of clicks and taps, he asks you, ‘What should we do?’

He was using morse code. What a clever way of communicating, you said to yourself. Humming, you drum his hand: ‘Stay calm, I don’t think they know about us yet. But be on guard. I don’t want to rule out the possibility that Tartaglia mentioned our names. Stick to our disguise and we will be fine.’

‘Right.’ He clasps onto you, his fingers slipping through the cracks to hold onto you tightly. From this small gesture, you felt the cold shiver of his ring press against your skin, giving you small goosebumps. You swallow a thick lump at the base of your throat. Don’t think too much about it. It was all just for the show.

Raising his opposite hand, he presses his thumb against the base of this chin. He directs his next few words toward the trio, watching them from the corner of his eye. “We believe so. We’ve tried everything but he won’t wake up.” He notices the Traveler’s furrowed eyebrows and drooping eyes, their expression showing unbridled concern for the fallen man. 

“Looks like he touched the meteorite, just like the others. . .” The floating companion wavered in the air, bouncing back and forth. Was it some sort of trickery, or did she have some unknown power that kept her floating? To your eyes, it didn’t seem like she had a vision. So how is she floating like that? Was it the wind? You attempt to push your intrusive thoughts at the back of your head. The Balladeer is also trying not to question the strange physics of the Traveler’s friend. Despite his boiling curiosity, he has to let this settle.

“If by ‘meteorite’ you mean the rock that struck the cart—worry not, I have dealt with that already using my magic.” The navy-haired man raises his head in question, hoping to strike up a conversation. “But by ‘others,’ do you mean to say, there are others who have fallen into a similar slumber?”

The woman dressed in a multitude of dark layers confidently smirks at your group. She places her hands on her hips, shifting the weight of her body onto one leg. “One has witnessed with one’s own Auge der Verurteilung the nightmarish slumber that proceeds forth from the Valley of Demonbone. . . It has caused great suffering for the humble peasants in the Vale of Springdom, many of whom still battle this wretched affliction even as we speak.”

You and the Balladeer make eye contact once more. His gaze tells you that he is confused, yet you only shrug in response. Was this a new way of speaking nowadays? Were you out of touch with how the locals are talking? You’ve never seen anyone use such a unique way of speaking. Despite her wide range of words, you might comment that it seemed a little too fanciful for your liking. Even when she spoke quite clearly, you can tell by the Balladeer’s expression, he was resisting the urge to pluck the wax from his ears to hear her better.

“As mein Fräulein most eloquently describes, we have just come from Mondstadt, where many people have also fallen into unwaking sleep. Their symptoms are identical to those of this poor gentleman here,” Her raven familiar speaks in a similar tone as her, which was equally long and confusing. You try not to fall asleep to their drawn-out words. Resisting the urge to sigh, you conclude that at least you can tell which companion belonged to which. Yet this conclusion still doesn’t help your desire to keep awake. 

“Is that so. . . It appears these meteorites made quite the impact,” You said, “It is a surprise seeing such beautiful ores causing so many problems in the area.” 

The small child snaps her fingers in a moment of eureka, “Seems this guy is dressed like a Winery worker. . . And we’ve already met Ben— so this one must be Fritz!”

“Given that workers’ attire has precious few distinguishing features, I must conclude that Paimon is blessed with exceptionally acute eyesight.” The violet familiar nods to her words, finding her explanation rather profound. You didn’t think it was as exciting or news-breaking as they did but to each their own, you suppose. Whether or not what she said was genius remains a mystery to you. 

“Actually, Paimon’s eyesight is normal, Paimon just has a really good memory!” You would be surprised if her name is not Paimon. She scratches the back of her neck sheepishly. She didn’t think her ability was something to be in awe of, it was nothing much. Nevertheless, she won’t complain over a small compliment. If anything, it serves to boost her ego a little. Quickly turning her attention to you, she says: “You’re right, though, his clothes don’t really stand out much. . . Especially not compared to these two over here!”

The Balladeer innocently smiles, “And by ‘these two over here’ you mean us?” 

“Yep! Paimon’s never seen anyone dressed quite like you guys before!” 

You notice the way the Traveler eyes your figure. They catch a glimpse at the glistening cryo vision which settles just beneath your hand. They try not to gawk too much at your appearance. The guard positioned at your waist is nothing like they’ve seen, but they have the acute awareness to believe that you were not from any of the nations they’ve previously visited. Were you from Sumeru? They press their lips together. Looking at your clothes, it’s a little hard to believe that you may have come from the land of knowledge and deserts. They even doubted there to be a church. Fontaine? With that guard, it might be possible, yet it all seemed far-fetched. Your vision was too elaborate, too grand, and ornamental to be easily manufactured. It had to be custom-made, or something created decades ago.

They describe your face as youthful, focusing on the trails of flowers that settle at the base of your neck. This is the first time they’ve met someone from a Church, aside from Barbara and Rosaria. Though the former was the only one who wore any sort of identifying features of a religious group. Your white veil, covered by jagged thorns dances alongside the chilly afternoon wind. The faint scent of flora rises to their nose. The Traveler ponders for a moment. Something about you in specific seemed off to them. However, they chalk it up to you and your companion being foreigners.

“Those unique clothes are quite beautiful,” the Traveler comments, pointing to your vision, “Are you two Adventurers?” 

Before you could open your mouth to answer, you are interrupted by the Balladeer. “Oh no, we aren’t interested in such things.” He waves his opposite hand, alluring them with his kind smile, “Although we grow a little curious about what the commission has to offer, my fiancée and I are only here to plan our wedding.” 

“Congratulations!” The trio claps at the news, albeit with a bit of surprise in their voices. 

The Balladeer tries not to look at them with signs of irritation. Is it that hard to believe that you were his fiancée or were they thinking about something else? You nervously wave them off, feeling a little shy over their awkward gesture. Paimon is suddenly elbowed by the Traveler when she asks about the extreme height difference between you and the Balladeer.

“I hope it wasn’t too obvious. I am from Snezhnaya, and he’s a vagrant from Inazuma,” You feign being bashful, hoping they would play into your disguise. “Back in my homeland, I don’t think he’s well suited for the cold weather, and it wouldn’t be very romantic seeing our guests turn to ice. We thought about Inazuma, but because of the Vision Hunt Decree, it’s a little hard to get around safely. We settled on Liyue because it might be the perfect chance for us to tie the knot.”

“Well, it seems like you chose the perfect spot!” Paimon grins, her expression growing bright as she looks at you, “Liyue has the best food!”

“Do you only think about food?”

Traveler shakes their head, scoffing at her words. Again with the food, they said to themselves, it is always food with Paimon. Who would they be if not a glutton? You try not to giggle. Their interaction reminds you of the short bickers at the Tsaritsa’s banquet. Ones where the Ninth and Tenth get into arguments, and the Eighth drinks her heart away. You think those times were fun. 

You give them a small smile, “Food is a great way to bring people together. I don’t blame her for thinking such things. In Snezhnaya, we always eat dinner together as a family. Sometimes it’d be so cold, you’d have to huddle together when you eat to stay warm.”

“She has the right idea! Paimon is starting to like her!” Paimon puffs out her cheeks in annoyance, disappointed at the fact that her months-long traveling companion wouldn’t agree with her. She thinks that they are uncultured and their love for food only applies to survival.

“Anyway, we stopped to assist this poor gentleman when you showed up,” The Balladeer cuts, “We wouldn’t want him sleeping out here like this. Say, are you investigating the aftermath of this meteorite strike?” 

“Yeah, we were sent to help out.” Paimon brings her hand to rest upon her chest.

The woman with dark clothing giggled, giving you and the Balladeer a dramatic pose. You try not to raise your eyebrows at her grand gesture. “I am Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, responding to the cry of my people in their hour of need!” 

“I am mein Fräulein’s humble familiar, Oz the Raven.”

Paimon points to herself, “And Paimon is an Honorary Knight of the Knights of Favonius’s best friend!”

The navy-haired man turns to the Traveler, tilting his head slightly to the side as he looks at them with a mischievous grin. “Oh? Then you must be said Honorary Knight of said Knights of Favonius.” With such garments and a unique set of friends, he would have thought tracking them down would be a lot simpler for his troops. He sighs under his breath. Why bother with that thought, he can’t count on those simpletons too much. 

“I am an adventurer of the guild, and I suppose an Honorary Knight.”

Fischl breaks through the conversation, filling the short second of silence with her proud voice. “Behold, my people, your beloved sovereign in the flesh! Do not despair, for judgment by Thundering Retribution is nigh, and it shall surely purge the seeds of nefarious nightmares that now sow chaos across the land!” 

The Balladeer is lost, “Um. . . Excuse me?”

“Don’t mind her, just. . . y’know, let her do her thing,” Paimon shyly explains. It’s a little hard not to feel a bit embarrassed about their friend’s antics. 

“She’s a good egg.”

“Excuse me! What’s going on here?” Your conversation is cut short when a Millelith approaches the scene. 

The Balladeer quickly taps the center of your palm, using morse code once more to communicate the need to leave the area. It would be dangerous if the Millelith asked for any form of identification for the two of you. For it would completely blow your disguise. Your eyes flicker back to his figure for a moment, seeing the way the navy-haired man furrowed his eyebrows and hardened his gaze.

The floating companion sighed in relief, glad to see the man. With them around, it might help them on their journey to discover more about these meteorites. “Oh, great— good thing you’re here, Mr. Millelith. This guy’s fast asleep, and he won’t wake up!”

Without skipping a beat, the Balladeer waves to the group. He tugs on your hand, pulling you closer to his side. You resist the urge to let out a small gasp. “Ah, it appears this is now in the hands of the Millelith–in which case, we are no longer needed. It was truly a pleasure to meet you all.” He feigns a sympathetic tone in his explanation, “We have other matters to attend to now, so we will take our leave.”

Nodding your head, you give them a short wave. “I am truly sorry we couldn’t stay for a bit longer. We only hope you luck in your future endeavors.” 

He pulls on you, dragging you close behind as you trail behind him. Your shoes nearly brushed against the back of his heel. The Traveler silently watches as your veils flutter behind your body, the sound of the Balladeers bell echoing alongside the sound of whistling birds. The otherworldly being presses their lips tightly together, watching as you grew further and further away until you were specks on the road. They would like to describe you and your companion as anomalies. 

While they may have met many different people in Teyvat, all with unique quirks and qualities, none of them sent shivers down their spine quite like you. Ignoring the way Paimon tugs on their clothes to catch their attention, they clench their hand into a fist, they wonder if they will see you again.

[ajaxsbeloved]

PART TWO OF DONT GIMMIE THAT LOOK?? 😍

don’t gimmie that look (II) 🎂

order for: xiao, scaramouche, and kazuha

flavor: suggestive

order summary: how the genshin men react to you giving them the “fuck me” eyes on accident (the long awaited part 2 to this post)

warnings: pinning reader, manhandling, biting, drunk kazuha, alcohol, drunk making out, scaramouche being scary as hell nothing new, swearing, choking, scaramouche’s is violent but consensual!!

xiao

though he told you that you could call his name in need of an emergency you never actually did, you felt bad for relying on him when he had much more important people to protect. you wanted to be closer to him sure but xiao was closed off, he never showed his emotions.

xiao was strong and you knew that, stronger than you. you could get through almost any challenge thrown your way but right now you knew that if you didn’t do something you’d likely end up dead, guilty but desperate you did the one thing you could think to do.

“XIAO!”

before you could even see if he was there the ruin guard was down and in front of you appears the legendary adeptus

his aura was terrifying, the pure power emitting from him paralyzed you and for a moment you considered running away

however when he looked at you the leaking intent to kill seeped back to wherever it crawled out of, his mask disappeared from his face and his sharp eyes searched for you

you looked down to the floor out of embarrassment for having to request his help, you listened carefully to his footsteps against the dirt as he made his way over to you

“head up”

slowly you lifted your head and your eyes met his, you let out a shaky breath at the contact and your heart began to pound in your chest

xiao didn’t know what he expected but he didn’t expect that look, he paused at the way your eyes longed for him and the breath you let out sent a shiver down his spine

he looked down after meeting your eyes and balled up his fists, he seemed more than mad. even infuriated.

“tch”

you worried that perhaps you had made him upset with you in some way, by calling him to deal with such a simple enemy or save your weak self?

“xiao-”

losing his sense he grabbed you a bit roughly and threw you over his shoulder like a potato sack, causing a yelp to come out of your mouth

you continued to asked what was going on and why if he was upset, you used his name often to try to connect with him emotionally but he wasn’t seeming to have any of it

he silently walked over to a large rock with you on his shoulder and upon reaching the rock he let you down, but before you could ask again what he was doing he had you pinned against the side of the boulder

with your wrists pinned by his strong arms your breath was uneven with his head buried in your neck

“i like the way you call for me”

his voice vibrated just above a whisper against your skin and you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder as he bit into your flesh

“haa xiao”

“just like that, until you lose your voice.” 

scaramouche

being scaramouche’s personal secretary was certainly a challenge, with an attitude like his the man was much more challenging of a boss than most

there were days where you would’ve taken any other harbinger to serve such a tartaglia or even sandrone but you managed to put up with the balladeer out of sheer determination

however scaramouche had very frequent tantrums and episodes in which he was much less than pleasant (even more so than usual!) and in these episodes he was prone to violence even over very little things

today was one of those days, his anger issues were more severe than a typical day and he was irrational throughout each thing he did. slapping people and breaking bones out of a moment of annoyance was something he wasn’t a stranger to.

though you were rarely a victim of his physical outbursts he did verbally attack you on multiple occasions during days like these, though he didn’t hurt you that didn’t mean you weren’t afraid that he would and thus you did your best to avoid him when he was in an angsty mood

having been paved by him you sigh deeply and pray for your own sanity when you walk into his office, naturally there were papers all over the place and a piece of decor or two was completely wrecked

“yes lord scaramouche?”

you bow on the ground before him with your hand on your chest as per the standard servant mannerism

he slams his hands against the desk with such force that you flinch when you here the sound, the wood had certainly cracked or snapped at his strength

“WHO THE FUCK WAS IN MY OFFICE AND WHERE IN TEYVAT ARE THEY”

“i’m unsure lord but i can check the security cameras if you’d like”

scaramouche was more than pissed, he was more than aggravated, this just might be the most upset you’ve seen him and you felt terror as you heard him stomp over to where you were

leaning down he grabbed you tightly by the neck and pulled you up off the ground, his hold was strong and you desperately tried to hold onto his arm for support

“some of my most important case files are missing do you hear me you good for nothing slut? find whatever bastard took them or you will end up six feet underground right next to them understand?”

his voice was firm and his teeth gritted, though he wasn’t yelling he was much more scary having looked into your eyes and said such a threatening demand so calmly

you looked back at him with half lidded eyes, you struggled to keep them open and you breathed as heavily as you could with your lack of oxygen and took multiple moments to compile an answer to his statement

“y…..e-es….. lo…rd”

he dropped you onto the ground without warning and turned back to face his desk, you fell into the floor and coughed harshly bringing your hand to your throat and feeling the burning sensation against your skin

trying to hastily recover and catch your breath you gasp for air and look up at his back to speak one last time before you exit

“is there anything else you need lord scaramouche?”

“lock the door.”

kazuha

kazuha is known for his skill with a sword, being so in touch with his blade is a skill that many envy including yourself

kazuha agreed to help train you in the art of wielding a sword properly and you found yourself regularly folding sparing sessions with him when given the chance

these sparing sessions were sometimes short and sometimes long, ranging from morning to night with panting and sweat as a result of your work

kazuha never failed to praise you for doing a good job with your training, though you could only hope to live up to his expectations he was extremely happy to have a sparring parter

today’s session was long, having started sometime in the mid day and currently being as far along as sunset

the wind was bare and sea calm, the sunset and quiets scenery was quite the contrast to the clashing of swords on the small island that you used for training

both you and kazuha were beginning to drain of your stamina and you struggled to keep up with his articulated movement

“look forward now, the battle isn’t over until one sword is down.”

kazuha encourages you despite also being tired, you circle each other and doge light attacks until you decide you’re ready for this fighting to be over

you lunge at him with all your might from behind and before he can look your in front on him below his waist to slash his sword from his hand, he looks down only to see you with a fire in your eyes and smile on your lips

though the moment lasts nothing more than a second he’s caught off guard and loses the sparring session, being exhausted you both call it a day and head back to beidou’s ship

once things have cooled down more you two sit in the cabin at night and drink while having playful conversation

kazuha has had plenty of drinks and is clearly out of it while you’re just barely more than tipsy

while talking about archons only know what kazuha struggles to keep up processing your words, his mind wanders to the moment you defeated him earlier and he can’t help how his head fills with thoughts of you

the image is imprinted in his memory despite how short it was, the way the light hits your hair and the form of your body. the passion in your eyes and the way you smiled at him, it was a sight that effected him more than he ever intended

you were in the middle of spouting nonsense when he interrupted you out of no where

“can i kiss you?”

you laugh and kiss his cheek in response without really thinking, you weren’t as sober as could’ve been and were quite intent on finishing your story

however sobriety nearly slams back into you when kazuha’s lips are on yours, his body on top of yours and his hands on your sides cause you to become a little more clear headed

though not that you were complaining, you kiss him back and taste the alcohol in his system when your tongues intertwine

letting out gasps for air and tugging on his hair he finally pulls away from you, staring t your lips and then moving his eyes to your yours

“keep looking at me with such fever and i’ll have to show you just how precise my movements can get.”

“well i am a hands on learned master kazuha”

let’s just say that waking up the next morning was an interesting and sore experience for the both of you

tagged: @xiaosweetheart @z3nitsusgf @stygianoir

[mtchee]

An Honour to be in a Harem!? - [Genshin Impact SAGAU] | MDNI | GN AMAB 18+

blurb:

The concept of all these gorgeous people bowing before you is hard to grasp, but it's even worse to think that they'd actually offer themselves to you as a love interest. So obviously, you brush them off and decline, retorting that just because you're their supposed Creator doesn't mean they should feel as though they had to subject themselves to your unwanted affection. After all, who were you really, to compare to them? Unfortunately (or fortunately, actually) they seem quite boggled at your output. Ah! It all makes sense now! Their dearly Beloved is the shy type! Worry not, your Grace! Your dearest acolytes are more than happy to bask in any sort of attention you decide to share! Rest assured, they'll take care of all your needs~

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, kind of a sequel?, amab bodied, you are dearly beloved and longed for <3, realistically if this happened i would rather die of a heart attack, lots of love and affection!!, mdni, spicy content, swearing, smut, overstim, manhandling, voyeurism, fingering, blowjob, sub [name], use of terms cock shaft penis tit, help i'm embarassed i wrote this omfg who am i, would u believe me if i said this is my first smut

| masterlist | genshin impact collection |

< prev. - afab! ver. - next. > [afab] [amab]

[3.0k]

What is this bullshit.

You can't help but just blink at the Archon knelt at your feet, his head bowed low. When you emit a shocked squeak he looks up at you, amber eyes latching onto your flustered expression.

Your gaze darts around the few others surrounding your throne--you only really sit in it when the people of teyvat line up for personal prayers and blessings, or when someone tells you to. Otherwise, you avoid sitting in it.

Venti, Ei, Al-haitham, Ayato, Ningguang, Jean, Furina, Neuvillette, and Tartaglia stand past Zhongli who is knelt before you.

You force a polite smile and let out a nervous laugh, "Aha, um... d-dont.. you don't have to do that. Really."

"Do not misunderstand, Beloved," The geo Archon stands to his full height, and you feel small despite the grandness of your seat, "it truly would be my--our, utmost honour." He places a hand over his heart and bows lowly by the waist. The others follow in tandem, and you panic.

"No! Really," Although all your fanfic dreams were coming true, knowing that these are now very much real people and not just characters put you on edge. They all have their own lives to live, their own goals and ambitions, likes and dislikes, preferences and attractions that you certainly didn't and never would attain.

At first, the idea is flustering and the offer makes you feel giddy, but looking into it, you feel bad. They see you as their All-Maker, who are you to make them miserable?

"You don't need to do that. I-I know there's that rumour going around, but really, I'm fine by myself."

"Your Grace," Ei steps forwards with a tiny furrow in her thin brows, "please, it would be our honour--"

"You know what would really be an honour," Your heart stings slightly, but you straighten up on your throne and give your audience a reassuring smile, "is if you went out on your own to seek who you actually love, to find a partner you'll be happy to spend your time with--to love on your own accord. That, would be an honour, I'd say."

You're not oblivious to how everyone reels back at your words, a mixture of shock, fear, and disbelief covering their features sported by prominent frowns.

Al-haitham is the one to break the tense silence that freezes the room.

"Beloved," His eyes flicker over you, thought and theories wiring around his ever working mind, "are we unsatisfactory?"

You blanch, "Gah! No! Oh my--it's nothing like that!" You can't help but feel flushed under the intensity of their eyes.

"It's just, you need to not see me as a duty."

You address them calmly, forcing your fluttering feelings down to school your face passively.

"You need to focus on yourselves, and your own lives. I'm not here to come between that."

Their silent stares are unnerving, and Venti and Furina share a look with hidden smiles while Jean steps forward with a respecful bow.

"Of course, your Grace."

"F-Fuck..!"

Embarassed tears sting your eyeline while you hold your breath, desperately trying to get ahold of yourself.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head and a loud moan is forced out of you each time Ayato's fat cock plunges in and out of your sloppy hole.

He sits leant against the finest silken pillows with your naked back pressed against his bare, toned chest, an arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other sweetly fondles with one of your spit laden nipples.

Thoma lay stomach down on the soft doona, face buried dutifully between your quivering thighs which he holds apart with surprising strength. He swallows around your swollen cock determinedly, and you cry out in humiliation when your pre-cum pools at the corner of his lips and drips onto the expensive fabric below.

"G-nngh!" You clench your eyes shut at the embarassingly loud noise of skin slapping against skin and the lewd sucks of Thoma's mouth and the squelching of your asshole, "a-ah..! Ah! Ah!"

The Kamisato Commisioner lets out a low moan by your ear, feeling your hot and gummy walls squeeze down on his length deliciously.

"Remember-- hng! R-Remember to breathe, my beloved."

He gently squishes the enticing softness of your tit, bucking up into you abruptly when you let out a squeal as he pinches your nipple.

"M-Mm~ my dearest," Thoma moans onto your slickened shaft, and you just about explode at the burst of electric pleasure that shoots up your spine, "you taste.. divine..~!"

Your heart thrums at the messy sight of him, his lips, chin and cheeks covered in your honey thick slick with half lidded eyes locked onto your expressions. You let out a needy moan when you notice him desperately grinding his naked hips into the bedding for release.

A now all too familiar searing pleasure suddenly coils in the utmost depth of your body, and you scream at the sheer ferocity of it.

"C-Can't! I can't!"

You buck your hips away from Ayato's throbbing cock and bump into the back of Thoma's throat, but they only follow you--the commisioner's arm moving from your waist to your hips, locking you in place while Thoma's grip moves from your thighs to the underside of your knees, opening you up and forcibly holding you still.

You dig your nails into Ayato's arm, your other hand fruitlessly shoving at the housekeeper's head to push him away.

The pleasure becomes piercing, and you choke on a sob as your gushing asshole just goes squelch, squelch, squelch with every thrust you have to take. His cock feels so dangerously good, and you fear your own might bleed from its continuous onslaught of pleasure.

Thoma's tongue licks at the puckering rim of your ass and the base of his lord's cock, and Ayato curses lowly, his grip tightening.

You feel something thick and heavy and hot spurt inside you, though the pounding doesn't let up and the near painful coil violently pops inside you, and you shriek in tandem with the burst of honeyed white fluid that spurts from your throbbing cock.

Your face burns hot with humiliation, and you can only muffle your embarassed moans into the fabric of the couch.

Naked and vulnerable, you're bent ass up and face down over Al-haitham's lap with his dominant hand knuckle deep in your lubed hole.

Maybe, just maybe you might've been able to handle this amicably, but not with Kaveh walking in and berating the Akademia Scribe turned Grand Sage on his pleasure skills.

With your rear held high and knees spread, your leaking hole is on display for the genius architect while his roommate fingers you ruthlessly, constantly prodding and rubbing that special squishy spot inside you that renders you immobile.

"H-Hah.. mmngh! Ah..."

You can do nothing but take it and drool on the couch while they squabble above you as though you're not there.

"--Y-You brute! That's our beloved and you're treating them like that!?"

"I'd say our Creator quite likes it."

You stifle a screech when Al-haitham takes his other hand and spreads your ass open to prove his argument to Kaveh.

"See?" He takes out his fingers and spreads them apart, watching your hot slick string apart, "and here too." You sob loudly as he gently prods at your convulsing balls to stare down your red, throbbing penis.

Kaveh's face flushes at the lewd display, and he gulps while setting his suitcase down off to the side before approaching.

"A-And?"

"[name] has cum thrice already."

Kaveh's brow twitches, "Were you not going to clean them up?!"

Al-haitham huffs indifferently despite the miniscule tint of pink arousal across his cheeks, "I'll leave that to you."

The blond hmphs at him before cooing at you softly, praising you with your title and demeanour.

"Our beloved," He caresses your back, and you shiver pleasantly at the tingle it stimulates, "you've been so good, haven't you? Done so well..."

He hushes you gently as he moves closer behind you, kneeling at the couch's edge, face level with your puffy hole. Al-haitham remains quiet this time around, his non-slick covered hand patting your head lovingly.

"It's okay~ I'll take good care of you now, I'll clean you up all nice, alright?"

You only whine when he sinks his tongue into your ass, lapping up your spilled juices and nipping at your twitching sack. Your body trembles with an absentminded moan when he sucks on your sore needy cock, and he emits a noise of suprise as a new abundance of white syrup leaks from your slit.

Al-haitham quirks up a brow, "Four times, now."

"Mercy! M-Mercy..!" You cry out.

"Oh," Lisa tuts demeaningly, "no, no, no dear one~ You see, you didn't quite seem to believe our intentions true when we offered ourselves to you. So it only seems right that we prove it, yes?"

You can't squirm away from Eula's mouth, her strength baffling as she keeps you stood still against the Grand Master's desk with ease. Amber mouths at the mounds of your pecs, obessed with how soft the skin them are.

You whimper loudly when Eula curls her two fingers into your prostate, clenching down on her and nearly screaming when she thrusts them into you punishingly.

Jean can't help but watch in stunned silence of you, your voice and body ethereal. She can't wait to get a taste of her own as you shudder and gasp.

It was bad enough when Venti had his way with you earlier under Vanessa's tree, simultaneously teasing you and giving you everything you wanted.

He ran his mouth with words that were both endearingly sweet and pure debauchery, controlling the winds to graze at your hardened nipples with ghost like touches that left you spasming and breathless.

He'd shown you his choice of belonging to you through the intimate thrusts of his hips and sloppy, loving kisses across your body--he'd then guided you back to the gates of Mondstadt with the held of the wind to keep you balanced.

You cry when a thin zap of purple shocks the tip of your pulsing cock, cumming instantly while Eula's tongue soothes over it with the help of her cryo ability. Your lewd honey drips down your stomach and onto the floor, and the blue haired girl sneers at the waste of it.

A whimper escapes you when Amber bites at your nipple a little too harshly, and she murmurs a timid apology, looking up at you reverently before continuing.

"P-Please..!" You hate how they've all been able to make you cry with pleasure, as though they always knew just what they were doing to you, "it..-it hurts now..! A-Aaahhh..."

You let out a long, breathy whine as you cum again, tears steaming down your cheeks as the gentle wave of bliss washes over you. You almost miss Acting Grand Master Jean calling for someone to enter after a knock on the door.

Humiliation of your state causes you to flush and shut your teary eyes as Kaeya walks in, gaze latching onto you immediately.

He closes the door behind him, humming lowly at the sight.

His eye glints in dirty interest, a grin creeping up his lips at the sound of your whimpers and sloppy hole.

"Oh? It's our turn already?"

"Kaeya! You're just in time," Lisa grins mischieviously, "I believe our dearly beloved is ready for something... thicker, now." She smiles as though her filthy implication were a casual statement of time.

You hate being the centre of attention, but fuck does it feel good. You hate feeling so vulnerable, but good god do they take care of you.

Maybe, just maybe you could allow yourself to indulge in their affections...

Nope.

Hate. You hate, hate, hate, hate hate it.

You whimper quietly, head bowed to hide your face from the prying eyes of the others seated around you.

You're back in the lands of Inazuma, in the very same place you were last time the picnic was set up. It was much more lavish this time around, based in the early evening with a gorgeous ocean view, lights strung up in the trees and scattered atop a few stable rocks.

The blankets laid down were much thicker this time, and the pillows larger and fluffier. The sunset paints the horizon gold and pink which fades into a rich purple and, eventually, the glimmering darkness of night.

You sit in Zhongli's lap, a spare blanket covering your lower half as you squirm on his throbbing length. You could feel his other drooling pre-cum against your lower back.

The others had been coaxing you to eat your share of the platter, Navia and Wriothesly feeding you small portions since you were too shy to do so yourself.

Though ashamed and bashful, you can't help but clench and throb, and you fluster when Zhongli lets out a small groan from behind you.

Navia places a comforting hand on your clothed knee.

"Beloved Creator, are you alright?" Her voice is soft, loving.

You swallow sharply, shoulders hunched and tense nervously from those watching.

"Your Grace?" You glance over at Diluc who huffs with a small blush of his own, "we'll take care of you."

Your ass clenches, and Zhongli thrusts into you.

You yelp at the sudden motion, straightening up instinctively to balance yourself only for your most devoted to thrust into you again, and again, and again. His arm wraps around your waist to keep you seated, and the blanket slowly slips from your lap from the movement.

"A-Ah! Zhon--aahhh!"

Squelch, plap, slap, his fat cock hits the textured roof of your squishy insides and sends an overwhelming shock of pleasure through you. Throwing your head back with a lewd moan, both your embarassment and arousal increase tenfold at the sight of your most shameless worshippers touching themselves at the sight of you.

Others swallow roughly, barely holding themselves back with a single thread of dignity. Those of them watch with eyes that burn your body into memory, and the intensity both frightens and arouses you.

The better of them murmur and coo praises at you, causing your stomach to flutter and your member to throb painfully.

You pant loudly when Ayato softly intructs you to breathe, and you squeal when Tartaglia reachs out to play with your pretty penis while rubbing his own neglected cock.

"Pl..ease..! Hah..!"

You feel a pair of lips on your neck and whine, whimpering shamefully when Neuvillette starts whispering sweet praise into your ear, sucking on your skin softly. You white knuckle the thick blanket by your forcefully opened legs and clench your eyes shut in humiliation.

Your abdomen starts to tingle with sparks of pleasure that strike your overstimulated cock, and you flush at the feeling of your sex juices trailing from your both your cock and your ass, soiling Zhongli's clothed lap and the pillows and fabric below.

"Hng! Cumming! AH!" You shriek, thrashing in their hold, "c-cumming! H-Help, 'm cumming-- oohhh~ Ohh~"

That weird prickly feeling coils in your tummy again, and you let out a lewd and bratty whine when they don't let up on their touching.

"S-Slow! PLEASE! F-Fuck! Feels funn-y~!"

When you slap at Childe's hand, your own are quickly restrained by Kazuha who simply smiles with red cheeks and mutters to you flowery reassurances.

The sound of your asshole is loud, it's noisy, and filthy. You emit a desperate, pleading wail, not knowing if your subconscious is trying to beg them to stop or to stay.

Saliva pools in your mouth that then begins to hang open as your starry eyes roll into the back of your head, chest heaving.

Your thighs tremble and your fingers twitch--Kazuha intertwines them with his own, and you lock onto the comforting hold.

"G-Good!" You can't stop yourself from babbling, "m-makes me feel soOo goood~!"

"Oh, sweet one~" Yae Miko giggles.

"You understand that we choose you now, yes?" Ningguang hums with a teasing quip. Her eyes torn between your adorably lewd features and your swollen, glistening length.

"Relax, beloved. It's only us, your most faithful~"

"Mm, don't hold back, dearest."

"Can you moan for us, beloved? You sound just delicious when you moan!"

"Are you gonna cum for us?"

"It's not fair how they got a taste of you first~!"

"Hng..! A-ah, hah!"

"Oh-oh! Beloved, calm down, you're alright. Just let it happen.."

"Do you feel good, your Grace?"

"--c-cumming- cumming! Cumming..!"

A white hot blaze of heat crashes over you, and your ears ring as your body trembles in utter bliss. Your slickened hole squeezes and gushes with your lewd honey, and as your abused, pulsing cock sears with an almost painful pleasure, your body squirts out your most powerful orgasm that soaks the blankets and the people surrounding.

Pleasure caused tears leave hot stains on your face, and your head lulls to the side tiredly. Your chest heaves for breath as you come down from your high, and it takes a few moments before the ringing finally stops and you can hear again.

Doting whispers and coos are the first thing you process, followed by something thick and hot leaking out of your stretched and now empty ass.

A hand caresses your head as many others touch on you innocently, checking in on you and taking care of you.

Someone holds a glass to your lips, and someone else helps you lean forwards to sip.

You startle at the feeling of a soft mouth coming to gingerly lick and suck at your sore cock, and you let out a delirious whine.

Another acolyte hushes you gently, kissing you softly before another joins in peppering kisses all over your tired face to distract you from the one cleaning you up between your legs.

You still feel light headed from the embarassment of it all, but you've latched onto the pleasant tingling you feel when they look at you so adoringly--more lovingly than just in reverence.

No, actually.

You don't hate this at all.

[golden-wingseos]

when they have 'competition'

when someone else is trying to compete for your love.

featuring —

✧ kaeya, xiao, childe, zhongli (separate) x gn!reader

warnings ―

✧ not proofread, zhongli + liyue story spoilers in zhongli's, one swear acronym in zhongli's

notes ―

✧ the way this is my first kaeya piece :sob:

laughs

no seriously. he LAUGHS. hes like "lol what makes this person think they're worthy of your love"

kaeya is mr. CONFIDENT! the grannies love him, you love him. this person has no name compared to HIM!!

he literally is the PERFECT MAN! (besides his mysterious dealings with criminals) compared to this ... GOOD-FOR-NOTHING PUNK!

though if you do begin to show that random person some attention, then he gets a bit worried

he will sweep you off your feet (literally) when you're about to talk to that person. tells you "oh! did you fall for me again?" * wink *

kill him. srs. kill him (actually don't but still)

if that person goes a bit too far for your attention, kaeya will use his super-ultra-mega-brain connections to blackmail kindly tell them to stop

conclusion: kaeya treats it as a joke until the person goes too far

scowls

who is this mortal that dares to steal you from him?!

these generations are getting dumber and dumber!

xiao doesn't do anything, though. he doesn't want to sound pushy or possessive, so he just sits back

and watches

and maybe scares the person off because his gaze alone is terrifying

though... if that person goes too far? hah. funny

let's just say... they didn't go to wangshu inn for a while

"hey, xiao? where'd that person go?"

"who?"

"um... the person who was talking to m—"

"Tch. Puny Mortals and Their Trivial Conversations. I have No Idea™ What You're Talking About."

unlike kaeya, childe takes this matter very seriously.

as the competitive spirit he is, childe does not pass down any opportunity to get his hands dirty and assert dominance! and if that means trashing the flowers that rando gave you in return for his own giant bouquet, so be it!

he does everything that person does, but x2. he takes you out on very obvious dates, he kisses your cheek every five seconds to show everyone who's boss

he thinks it's all fun and games until that person goes too far in getting your attention. when they do that? happy little childe is gone, now it's time for TARTAGLIA, ELEVENTH OF THE ELEVEN FATUI HARBINGERS to shine!

i'll leave what happens up to you to ponder :)

(that person suddenly disappeared off the map! crazy!)

unlike the others (ahem, childe), zhongli is very mature about the whole ordeal

he is old-school, so he still uses the term "courting". he thinks that the other person is trying to court you... so he will just court you better.

zhongli understands that you are not an object, so he will not treat you as one. the other person is gifting you flowers? how sweet! would you like to join him at liuli pavilion for a dinner?

zhongli is more romantic than the others, so he knows just what buttons to press and what to do to make you realize that wow. he's a caliber above them (the random person)

are u kidding? ofc he is!!

zhongli does think it's very ungentlemanly to go too far to catch your attention, though. so once that person does just that, zhongli will go from Hello i am Mr. Zhongli to Hello I am Mf REX LAPIS!

"excuse me, it seems that you have made [name] uncomfortable. kindly, please leave."

and if they don't listen? ah... well... they should :D

"i apologize for my rudeness," zhongli turns to you, smiling, "let us continue our stroll, yes?"

[ganyuslily]

EVIL.

you’re rotten — rotten to the bone, your morals stained and twisted, personally handpicked and crafted by the tsaritsa. and yet, kamisato ayato is not one to back down from a challenge; even if it could kill him in the process.

(and maybe kissing someone you just threatened to kill was not the best idea.)

ayato/gn!reader

category/warnings: tension woo, fatui!reader, reader has…. dubious morals but who doesn’t am i right folks, one (1) kiss or something similar to it at least, swearing, knives, ayato is addressed as “sir” sarcastically, suggestive ? maybe ?

note: reader was supposed to be fem but then didn’t turn out to be fem so. here ya go hope u enjoy (and please reblog)

kamisato ayato is a liar.

it is a fact that you learned a long time ago; before you even met him eye to eye, face to face. but even though kamisato ayato may be a liar, he is not evil — and perhaps, that is the biggest difference between the two of you. because when kamisato ayato was someone that had his hands in politics and that might somehow make his half-truths and lies redeemable, your actions could not be so easily excused.

because when kamisato ayato met the public, he was nothing but charming; nothing but a composed gentleman, one that has a slight mischievous air around him — but it was something that was easily forgiven, because he was him. because he was no one else than kamisato ayato.

and you have to admit, every time you see him lie, it makes you excited. it thrills you — to see his brow furrow slightly, to see his eyes drift away for a second, to see his mouth twitch when he puts on his oh so well trained smile. it makes your adrenaline rush because kamisato ayato can lie as much as he wants to, but he’ll never be able to fool you (and perhaps, he knows it too; and perhaps, that’s why his pupils widen every time he sees you).

“has anyone ever told you you’re not so smooth in your lies as you think you are, sir?”

you’re supposed to be here on official business; la signora failed her mission and you desperately craved the fun that came from messing with high ranked officials. and so it only seemed natural to have you sent to inazuma after the balladeer betrayed the fatui and tartaglia didn’t find any information here either.

as far as you’re concerned, you’re doing your job phenomenally; at least the messing with high ranked officials part — not that the tsaritsa would mind. you know she wouldn’t mind, not when you were one of her best, specifically handpicked soldiers.

“has anyone told you you’re not welcome here, fatui?” he answers back and you pout in a sign of hurt, putting your hand on your chest as if his words stabbed you.

“now, now, i thought we were on good terms, no? oh, come on now— i admit, maybe getting rid of a great deal of watatsumi island’s soldiers was not the best thing to do, and not to add the whole making-the-conflict-between-the-shogun-and-the-resistance-last-longer-than-it-should for our benefit wasn’t made in best taste, but it’s all in the past now!” you tell him cheerily, your voice as light as if you were talking about the weather.

it makes kamisato ayato clench the hands laying on his thigs and the only reaction it gets from you is a laugh.

you’re sitting on the edge of his desk, definitely way too close to him for it to be considered appropriate, and yet you don’t see it anyways. the lines became blurred in your mind a long time ago, way too long ago for you to even attempt to recall what was in your mind before the fatui. you suddenly take out a weapon, one that you definitely should not have, not after the rigorous search you went through before even getting let into his office. the commissioner doesn’t even flinch when he notices it though, way too used to it happening almost every time you visit him — and so you spin it around in your hand, looking at him.

“has anyone told you you’re so much better when you don’t talk? you have such a pretty face and then boom!— you speak and suddenly it’s ruined,” you sigh with fake disappointment, observing the way he sits.

he’s not stressed or angry, any signs he showed before gone, sitting relaxed and peaceful yet again. his face is devoid of any emotions and you don’t like it. it annoys you, the way he thinks he’s in control, the way he carries himself and the way he looks at you.

“has your god assigned you a higher position yet?,” he backfires, “or are you still like a loyal dog, doing all the work for her while still not even being a harbinger? that makes me wonder, is she perhaps… that weak?”

and he doesn’t even manage to finish his sentence, because in a blink of an eye you move and your knife is pressed against his throat.

“you can talk down on me as much as you like, but the moment you say anything bad about her majesty you’re going to be dead — damned the relationships and contracts.”

you never break the eye contact and it feels as if the time froze, as if there was nothing else than you and him, nothing else that matters other than the fact you could smell the hinoki tree off of him and the touch of your skin on his skin.

“consider this your first and final warning,” you add happily a couple seconds later, yet you don’t make any further moves. you simply stay in the position you are.

(if kamisato ayato is a liar, you’re an even bigger one — because as much as you tell yourself you don’t like him in the slightest, your actions tell a different thing.)

“you’re evil,” the man in front of you says, a smile threatening to spread on his face. you move your weapon and so his chin is lifted up with the tilt of your knife.

you’re rotten — rotten to the bone, your morals stained and twisted, personally made and crafted by the tsaritsa. and yet, kamisato ayato is not one to back down from a challenge; even if it could kill him in the process.

“perhaps i am. but it makes it all the more fun, doesn’t it?”

(maybe kissing someone you just threatened to kill was not the best idea. maybe kissing someone that just insulted your god was a stupid move — but you don’t care. consequences be damned, because the knife on his throat makes the adrenaline rush through you and kamisato ayato’s lips are much softer than you imagined them to be.)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hi there, your fellow kokomi albedo anon lover lover here 🙉🙈 wanted to request for your event? congratulations on the milestone btw!! ready made tea, strainer, black (?) I hope I’m doing this right. also with honey and cream? I’m so sorry if I did this wrong, or if it’s too much. thanks <3

Link to tea blends list

Black tea with honey and cream, a classic true-tried combo!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~

Fatui AU Scenario, inspired by the words "Cuddles" and "Enemies to Lovers"

Hurt/Comfort

Fatui AU- An AU where you're a member of the Fatui stationed under Childe

Warnings for heights, allusions to injuries, hyperventilating, fear, falling

~ * ~

You really hate your boss. Said everyone ever. You’ve never met someone who didn’t dislike their superior at some point, it came with the simple concept of even having a job and the tedious hours of overtime and being demanded to accomplish tasks that you just can’t, no matter how hard you try to make it work. But you’re pretty sure your personal dislike runs much deeper than petty arguments. It isn’t your fault that the Eleventh Harbinger is so annoying! Something about him just irritates you down to your core, barely able to hide your gritted scowl when he tells you, in that lilting, teasing voice of his, your next assignment. Of course it’s to patrol the bank, it’s always to patrol the bank, even though there’s a nightly shift of guards for inside and out, and you smooth your face to nod politely in return. Tartaglia, or Childe, you suppose, since you’re in Liyue, smiles at you and nods back, sauntering out the door with his weapon in tow, and your features fall back into a grimace. Mocking you, that’s what he’s doing. With a sigh you plod over to a stool in the corner and sit, your designated spot for weeks on end or however long your station in the Harbor would last. You slump, then fidget in your seat. They couldn’t have given you a more comfortable chair? Your back feels like it’s going on eighty years after a few days, nevermind multiple weeks, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from groaning out loud. You check your watch- 20 minutes. Your shift is what, eight hours? With a languid exhale you slid further down your stool, eyes drooping shut. After all, nothing ever happens inside Northland Bank. It���s the shoes that awake you, if anything. The sound of heels clicking back and forth across the tiled floor, hurried and pacing as people speak in low, hushed voices. You crack an eye open and stretch, stifling a yawn and peeking carefully towards whoever’s speaking. Signora, the Fair Lady! Eighth of her title, the Harbinger looks remarkably frazzled as she paces back and forth across the bank, a tall man with brown hair waiting near the front desk. You’ve seen him before- isn’t he the funeral consultant? They’re speaking again, something about punctuality and Childe and the distraction of a disaster, and you roll your eyes. Tartaglia- Childe- again? Sometimes you swear he causes more trouble for the Fatui than for the entirety of Liyue. Not that you really care; joining the Fatui was more from a need of money than anything else, and the “will of the Tsaritsa” meant close to nothing to you. But Childe causing trouble means you and the rest of his soldiers were bound to spend the rest of the weekdays and weekends of this month cleaning up after him, and you’re just huffing out another sigh of annoyance when Signora points at you. You swear she’s used her Delusion on you from how your stomach turns to ice as she nods, and beckons you closer. Leaning down from her considerable height, she tells you to quickly, quickly! Run along to the Golden House, the home of mora, and retrieve Childe to escort him back to Northland Bank. It’s not far outside the Harbor, she even gives you directions, and for a moment you wonder if you’d like this work more if you were under Signora, before her voice turns cold again once faced with the funeral consultant. You shiver. Nope. As a simple agent, you’re not particularly strong or powerful, but you are quick and nimble, your two redeeming qualities, as you dash out the door and through the city, across the bridge and over puddles and rivers flowing through the cracks in the cobblestone. Seems you slept through quite a hefty storm. Quickly, like Signora commanded, you reach the Golden House, reeling back to make sure you don’t slip and fall. Ignoring the lack of guards, you run up the stairs and push open the already-ajar doors, the solid stone creaking under their weight as you enter. You nearly fall to your death, the floor is crumbled so. A gaping hole takes up the majority of the once-elegant flooring, leading down into an enormous, fire-colored level beneath. The

glint and glimmer of the mora coins spilling across the room seems dull compared to the glow of the flame-like barrier below your feet, and you gulp, knowing that wherever it’s most dangerous, Childe can be found. You sit, sliding towards the edge, gripping the upper floor tightly as you flip and dangle your body in midair. It’s a long way down, and you begin to shake, because it’s too far away, you’ll hurt yourself, and you don’t want to be hurt. Your eyes dart around the room, both upper and lower, and land on something in the center that you somehow missed. A great horned beast, armored black and purple and red, with a flowing cloak and a singular eye. Staring right at you. Your skin prickles with goosebumps, blood going cold and numb before you frantically try to scramble back up to Golden House prime, fighting to get back to the Harbor and tell Signora and be somewhere safe. But your palms are slippery with your fear and nervousness, and it only takes one misstep to lose your grip and fall down, down, down into the belly of mora itself; your life does not flash before your eyes, unlike what many people told you, and you grumble in disappointment in a moment of lucidity, before you gasp and shriek in terror. You land somewhere with an audible thump!, trembling from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. But your bones aren’t broken, your skin isn’t torn. Nothing even hurts, except for your chest as you near-hyperventilate. Instead you’re being cradled, ever so gently, in someone’s arms, pressed against a broad chest as they gingerly shake you to open your eyes, and the beast blinks down at you when you look up. Perhaps you should be afraid, but your slowly-calming heart isn’t up for it as the monster floats to the ground, sitting and crossing its legs all with you comfortably laying in its arms. It tilts its head when it looks at you, like a curious cat, and you weakly raise your hand to wave hello. The beast lets out a noise you can only describe as a chirp, and leans forward to carefully lace its fingers with your own, cooing happily when its claws clasp around your much smaller hand, your frazzled nerves simmering down to a low hum of anxiousness. As it moves closer you spot something near its shoulder- a Hydro Vision, glowing steadily with the flames surrounding you. Hydro Vision- Purple- Electro- Childe! You gasp and lean away from the now-monstrous Harbinger, disgust flickering over your features as you realize that the beast’s face looks very similar to the mask Childe always wore in his hair. Yes, this must be him, warped by some otherworldly power into this… thing, as if he wasn’t irritating enough already as his normal bloodthirsty self. But the bestial version of Childe seems crestfallen when you move away, a sad whine slipping out of his mouth as he motions for you to stay close. You hesitate. He looks so sad, doesn’t he…? Like all he needs is to hold and be held… his happy smile as he laced his fingers with yours flashes through your mind. You sigh, again. You always were a softhearted person. Childe warbles with joy when you stop scooting away, leaning over to lift and situate you back on his lap. He holds you so sweetly, your head up against the hideously soft fluff that stands around his neck as he threads his claws through your hair. A wave of sleepiness washes over you as Childe makes content hums and croons, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, and you almost feel as safe as you do in your room, up in the Harbor, away from the world. Your eyes begin to dip shut, for the second time today. Perhaps a little nap wouldn’t hurt… Signora could come find you two, or something. She could only be so patient before giving up to go search for Childe herself. Once more, before you sleep, you glance up at Childe, who beams down at you and gives you a gentle nudge on the forehead, and you lay your head back onto his fluff and slip into darkness. You really, really hate your boss. That’s right, isn’t it?

[dango-milk]

save your tears (kaeya’s version)

I realized that I’m much too late, and you deserve someone better.

an ode to heartbreak masterlist: (x)

word count: 2564

genre: angst

pairings: kaeya x gn!reader x childe

warnings: mildly suggestive, jealousy, swearing, drinking (all of legal age), mentions of wanting to vomit

want to be tagged when future oth works come out? click here!

additional notes: a belated birthday gift to my favorite stinky bastard. whenever I see him all the feminism jumps out of my body

Kaeya suddenly finds the urge to apologize to every single person that had suffered under the hands of his scheming.

For the longest time, he’d reveled in the expressions of shock and disbelief that he could draw from the people he worked with as a result of his rather unconventional means of doing things, and only chuckled at the dressing-down he often got from Jean. He’d waved it off as nothing but harmless fun; something he did to stave off the boredom of doing the same thing every day.

You’d thought it all hilarious, which was, he believes, the one thing that had pushed him off the edge and made him fall hopelessly in love with you. You had a devilish sense of humor, not too unlike his own, and your laughter occasionally had a tinge of malice that would have rubbed people the wrong way (had they not known the person who practically fed its existence).

One day, that’ll come back to bite you in the butt, Jean had told him sternly once, and he once more laughed it off and assured Jean he would not pull the same maneuver twice—if that was enough to make the Acting Grandmaster swear like a sailor.

But Kaeya should have known better than to wave off Jean’s warnings, which always had a funny way of coming back to people in the end.

“The Acting Grandmaster’s pranks have improved of late,” he says, leaning on one elbow on top of the bar as Jean approaches him. “Tell me, was it the thing I did with the Ruin Guard the other week that had the recruits wetting their breeches? Or was it the time I told Albert that Barbara took a detour during one of her afternoon walks and he ended up walking into a hilichurl camp?”

“No and no.”

“Did Eula tell you about the cavern I’d collapsed, trapping most of her men inside while they dealt with Treasure Hoarders?”

Jean snaps her head towards him so quickly, he was sure that a ligament had popped. “You what?”

“Nothing,” Kaeya sings, taking a leisurely swig of his beer as he surveys the scene in front of him. “I just wanted to know what I did to make you so mad that you conveniently left out the fact that my ex is here.”

“I didn’t know,” Jean protests. “Well, there was a last-minute change in the guest list, but I didn’t think it was a big deal...had I known, I would have—”

“—told me not to come? Ha. That’s even funnier.”

“Sir Kaeya.”

“ ‘M sorry.” He takes another gulp, setting the now-empty glass down and immediately asking for another one. Try as he may, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you on the Eleventh of the Fatui Harbinger’s arm, looking completely at home with his colleagues. As if you hadn’t been on the other side—his side—just months prior.

He’d initially thought it a mistake to see Tartaglia fawning over you like a kid with a shiny new toy; after all, since when did you deal with the Fatui? What had happened to you all those months after he’d watched you disappear into thin air at Mondstadt?

Diluc would be livid, he thinks.

For a moment, he believes in what his eyes tell him, which was that you were slightly overwhelmed (and even annoyed) at the Harbinger’s attempts to strike up a conversation. He holds on to the thought that you were now simply one of Tartaglia’s victims, and he would have stepped in to save you—the memories of your horrendous break-up be damned—had he not noticed a ghost of a smile on your face.

That had stopped him in his tracks.

Then came the drinks. Kaeya had kept a close eye on Tartaglia as he filled your glass, over and over again, until the faintest of smiles had stretched into dopey grins, and until you could barely put one foot in front of the other. That had sparked the fire that made his blood boil. Hadn’t he warned you against drinking with strangers, much less Fatui members? Didn’t you know any better?

If things had been different, he would have marched over to you, smoothly knock Tartaglia to the side, and take you home. But he’d realized that Jean wouldn’t appreciate any forms of confrontation, especially with tensions so high, so he’d all but shackled himself to the bar.

Besides, he chides himself. It’s none of my business. Not anymore.

Jean sighs and scratches the back of her neck. “I hadn’t counted on seeing one of the Harbingers tonight, either. This is a miss on my part; I should have checked to see who was in the updated guest list—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kaeya says lightly, clutching onto his beer mug like a lifeline. “You’re not what’s on his mind right now. Neither is diplomacy.”

Jean follows his gaze to the sight of you perched on Tartaglia’s lap, cackling wildly as you chuck your cards onto the table, earning a collective groan from the Fatui members you were playing with. Neither Jean nor Kaeya miss the glass of champagne in your hand, swirling around madly and threatening to douse you and those within your vicinity. If you cared, you didn’t let it show.

Kaeya could feel Jean’s eyes boring into the side of his head, and he tries to ease their weight by staring into the froth of his drink as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. I don’t care, he says to himself. I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care. They can date whoever they want. I don’t care.

Your laughter rings out again, mixed this time with Tartaglia’s. Kaeya turns on his heel to face the bar.

“I don’t understand why they’re here,” Jean murmurs. “It couldn’t be that (Y/N)’s—”

“A part of the Fatui?” Kaeya’s tone is colder and sharper than he’d expected. “No. There’s only one reason they’re here, and it’s to piss me off. A poor attempt at trying to make me jealous.”

“How do you know?”

Kaeya sets his glass down and starts ticking points off his fingers. “Well, let’s see...we broke up months ago, then (Y/N) disappears to heaven knows where...then they show up to a party that they know I would attend, and seeing as they really have no reason to be here, how else would they be able to pull that off?”

He jerks his head in Tartaglia’s direction. “A brand spanking new toy, who happens to weasel his way through anything, that they can dangle under my nose.”

“That doesn’t rule out the fact that they might have joined the Fatui.”

“Trust me. I know them.” Kaeya’s eyes narrow, and his jaw clenches. “More than anyone.”

The strings and the flutes come to life, and the drums all but shake the building from top to bottom, nearly causing Jean to spit out her drink. The change in music had drawn in more partners who clearly had been waiting for a more upbeat tune to dance to. Kaeya glances over his shoulder to see Tartaglia hauling you to your feet, urging you towards the dance floor.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance, tapping his fingers on top of the bar counter.

“Perhaps we should take our leave,” Jean suggests. “It’s getting late, anyway, and if the guest of honor isn’t going to make any negotiation attempts, then we can call it a night.”

“You go.” Kaeya takes one last sip of his beer. “I’ll stay here a little longer.”

“Kaeya,” Jean warns, and the drop of his honorific manages to break him out of his thoughts, but not completely. “I’ve said this a million times before, but don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t.”

“Never mind. I’m not leaving you alone here.”

“Go on.” He draws out the last syllable for longer than usual. “I’m not going to do anything.”

“And who’s going to take care of you once you’re completely inebriated?” Jean sighs as she watches him take a flute of champagne from a passing waiter, pausing, and calling them back over to take the entire tray.

Kaeya’s attention had long turned away from Jean, and his traitor eyes went straight to the sight of you dancing with Tartaglia, with your head tipped back in a way that was both careless and flawless. You were earning more than just a couple of eyes, and who could blame anyone; you’d always had this magnetic aura, a whirlpool of a presence, that pulled unsuspecting hearts under the surface before they could even blink. Tartaglia spins you around, and your smile easily becomes the brightest thing in the room.

A smile that you always used to reserve for him, and him alone.

He goes through the rest of the flutes and slams the last one down on the counter, before sighing and dropping his head.

“‘M sorry, Jean,” he mumbles.

“What?”

Kaeya pushes himself off the counter and, once he had gotten his balance, offers his hand to her. The Acting Grandmaster raises her eyebrows.

“Let’s dance.”

“What? I—Kaeya!” Kaeya practically drags her out onto the dance floor, ignoring the way the room spins around him and how the sudden entry into the crowd takes his breath away.

Wordlessly, and with barely a smile on his face, he whisks Jean into his arms, stepping into the dance without missing a beat. He had to give Jean credit; even though he’d put her on the spot, she made blending into the crowd almost effortless.

Immediately, he realizes that jumping straight into an upbeat dance while drunk off his ass was a bad idea. The dance involved spins, jumps, and turns galore, all of which had started to make his stomach turn.

Just spot, he tells himself. Focus on one thing. Just one thing.

For a minute, he stares at nothing but the bow in Jean’s hair. Then, when that grew boring, he turns his eyes towards a poster over by the far side of the room. And when that grew boring, he continues to scan the room for something to keep his dinner from making a reappearance.

That’s when he remembers.

It takes him only a couple of seconds, but his eyes finally land on you. This time, you were looking back at him.

And in that moment, everything clears.

For a moment, he forgets everything that had happened between the two of you. He rages against his harsh words towards you that night, despises the way he just left you when you’d crumpled to the ground, and despairs over the fact that he never even gave you a reason why.

You had been the one real thing he’d ever known, and like the fool that he is, he’d given you away. You with a personality so similar to his, you who understood everything that made him him, and you who accepted him and his past when his own sworn brother couldn’t.

It infuriates him to no end that this is what makes him realize it, and how this time, he had been the one falling victim to someone else’s schemes. He hates that you know him so well that you know this was the one thing that would make him crack. The thought that you were now in someone else’s arms—arms that he knows have snuffed entire lives away—makes him unbearably sick.

For a moment, he forgets all the excuses he’s made, and all the attempts to make him look and feel fine. He was not fine. He is not fine.

He’s filled with a sudden urge to run away from the scene, like Jean had suggested earlier. He doesn’t deserve you; no matter how much he tells himself that everything leading to this point was solely for your benefit, it was his own insecurities that had bypassed normal communication and ran straight towards the end. A clean strike, but not a clean break. An agonizing death.

He’ll only make you cry when he shows up in your life again. He knows that. But despite that, despite everything, he wants you back.

And his throat closes, when he sees a single teardrop falling from your eye.

You suddenly disappear behind a broad back, and Kaeya snaps back to reality to see Tartaglia blocking his view of you entirely. He’s forced to watch as the Harbinger, who clearly has had one too many drinks, leans down towards you to whisper something in your ear, getting a little too close for comfort.

He finally stops dancing as Tartaglia presses his lips behind your ear, and your hazy eyes flutter at the contact.

Jean notices the shift in atmosphere, and immediately places a warning hand on his chest. But there’s no stopping the rush of adrenaline in his veins, accompanied by the sheer rage that darkens the edges of his vision, as he watches Tartaglia crowd you into the nearest wall.

As if in a trance, Kaeya pushes past Jean, teeth chattering as he practically barrels through the crowd towards you. He briefly stumbles backward when she grabs hold of his shoulder, but even the feeling of her nails digging into his skin does nothing to calm the fire in his system. All he sees is Tartaglia’s hands wandering down your back, sees your own clutching his biceps; and all he sees is red, red, red.

Kaeya reaches the scene and practically yanks Tartaglia back by his collar with a strength that surprises even him. His sky blue eyes were dull, but filled with a terrifying amount of bloodlust; when they’re accompanied by a knowing smirk, all Kaeya’s wits leave him.

He shoves Tartaglia backwards, but the Harbinger lives up to his reputation by bouncing back almost immediately, barely looking disheveled.

“So it’s you,” he says triumphantly.

“Me,” Kaeya repeats flatly. “Sorry, but I must respectfully ask you to leave.”

“Tell me again, whose party is this?”

“Kaeya!” Jean makes another attempt at grabbing Kaeya’s arm, but he shakes her off.

“Nice to meet you, Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius,” Tartaglia mocks. “I’m afraid you have some internal issues; some of your subordinates clearly don’t know their manners.”

“Childe, that’s enough,” you say firmly.

“Come now, I’m more than just “Childe” to you.” Tartaglia reaches for you again, and Kaeya pushes him back once more, with even more force.

“Don’t touch them,” he growls.

Tartaglia’s brow twitches as he swats Kaeya’s hand away. “Bit too late for that now, buddy.”

Kaeya falters, and his eyes flicker momentarily towards you. When you refuse to meet his eyes, and instead try to pull Tartaglia away, his mouth goes dry.

Had you...did you…

He glances back at Tartaglia, looking as if his face was about to split open from the width of his grin. With a start, Kaeya realizes he’d let his guard down, and Tartaglia had found the chink in his armor.

The world nearly slides out from beneath his feet when the Harbinger knocks him backwards, straight into a startled group of Knights. Kaeya regains his balance and lunges forward to grab Tartaglia by the collar, ignoring your pleading and your futile attempts to separate the two of them.

“I’m warning you,” Kaeya snarls, breathing heavily.

“Go ahead.” Tartaglia’s voice drops to a low rumble. “Warn me.”

taglist (those in italics, I can’t seem to tag you :< ): @izayanna​ @onigiree​ @thetwinkims​ @cybersnotonline @decaffeinateddragonbananagoth @candyqueen10​ @littlefluffbunz-4208 @xuenn @crushmylimbs​ @axerrri​ @idkwhattonamethis1000​ @foelup​ @rasasvavda​ @themoonalienhere2000​ @catharia-catharsis​ @catboyjesus @that-jax​ @xcherriess14 @friend-ofcloud​ @berryunderscore @xiao-chao @flerpdederp​ @bugtim3​ @kelly339 @pinaplemess1 @ch1och1o @blissmal​ @saeran-g​ @gloomdoomraccoon​ @casey852-blog @oxptify @the-dreaming-city​ @nadav-ii​ @simpforgojousatoru

[ajaxsprettyboy]

Wild Night

Childe/Tartaglia x reader

Swearing, drug usage, protected sex, not proofread

Fluff smut

The room was dark and quiet, just the way you needed, a night if nothing but heckling assholes finding their way into every corner of your life - the assholes in question were students bending over backwards to fulfill your every desire. Yes, this was what the principal wanted, but was it really that serious?

Sitting on the ‘bed’ - which was more of a pile of blankets for now - you sigh, this sigh was one of an insane amount of restraint being let go. It took everything out of you not to snap. As an ‘EX ranking’ student you had more experience than them but why so many questions?

So many questions and yet they have no news on the traveler, only pointless questions on how to handle Ningguang coming into the Northland Bank. Why you have no idea how to handle that, snarky remarks and bad temperament make a combination that can be deadly. But the principal said “No, [NAME], you can’t ‘get rid’ of them, they’re your classmates. “ so what?

“I don’t need this right now,” you say frown plastered on your face, and a stride that screams ‘not right now’. Do they really not know what ‘not now’ means? How long did they really spend in training? They must be Childe’s ‘friends’ you’re walking past now, ‘cause damn . They really don’t know shit.

Your minions would never, not while you’re in a bad mood at least. “Oh my, someone’s having a bad day hm?” Tartaglia, the one person you didn’t have the capacity to deal with today, decides to speak. When you don’t reply he begins to lead you towards his dorm, why are we heading there again? You weren’t paying attention, a tired brain doesn’t register a pesky ginger’s smalltalk.

“Go on then, head in! I’m not gonna do anything that bold,” he laughs. Regardless unwilling to fight back you walk in, in doing so you were hit with the pungent aroma of weed. No wonder he was so much more calm when talking. “You’re high?” You ask, confused. “No, Scara’ is though. He found my stash and uses it frequently, unfortunately.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this, I wasn’t even paying attention!” You say whilst rubbing your temples, a loud sigh following suit. “Oh calm down! Oh I mean really, with this you’ll never need to go fight for no reason! Your stress over this work takes a bit of a toll on your body does it not?” Rolling your eyes you take the blunt, aware he’s right.

“Now don’t tell the principal alright? We’re really not supposed to have this.” Large puffs of smoke fill your lungs, the new feeling causes you to cough while answering a short “yeah.” Childe laughs at your coughs, “I thought you’d be better at this, [NAME]!” He replies in between his giggles, “oh fuck you.” A sentence you didn’t expect to be taken seriously,“gladly.” Huh? Why would he respond like that? Uhh it’s best if your just ask him, right? “What?” You say, expecting a ‘im just kidding [NAME], stop being so literal.” But instead he says: “nothing.”

What

The

Fuck

Uhmmmm what do you say to that? You don’t know, it’s best just to puff twice more then pass the blunt. Right? No, maybe then he’ll try something. But he said he’s not trying anything bold, did he not? “You’re over thinking, [NAME]. Man, if I’d known some green would make you so paranoid I’d suggest shrooms.” He laughs, so it was a joke! You relax, realizing it’s just Childe. Just Tartaglia, just the guy you’ve had a crush on all semester. Just #20 on the basketball team, just, him. You sit down on the couch with him anyway.

“Hey I got a question,” you nod in response, a silent go-ahead. “Do you have a thing for Scaramouche? I mean be honest with me, I see the way you look at him.” He raises his eyebrows a few times, insinuating more than just ‘a thing’ you’d be feeling. “No, archons no. To be completely honest with you -I can’t lie, he’s very attractive- but no. He’s just not… “ you wave your hands around, gesturing something he can’t decipher.

“Bitch-Face then?” He’s referring to La Singora, but you shake your head no, understanding his reference. “Is it a girl?” You sigh, “no.” He looks perplexed, what guy would you like that’s not someone ‘cool’ like Scaramouche? “What’s your type?” Your breath hitches as you breathe in the smoke, “huh?” He sits up and faces you now, “you know! Like what type of guys are you into, im determined to figure out who you’re always looking at!”

What does he mean? Does he think when you’re looking at him you’re looking behind him? Or maybe daydreaming about someone doing some rather risqué things with you? “Uhh, I guess I like guys that are like … total fucking losers? Like the ones that look like they get absolutely no pussy, like virgin central.” You giggle, though it’s not wrong it’s also in an attempt to throw him off from who you really have been practically in love with.

“Me?” He jokes, but when you don’t oppose his eyes widen. He’s shocked, but then again you look out of it- even for someone who’s just had a full gram of what he refers to as ‘the good green’. “Wait, [NAME], do you like me?” He shakes you before asking you this time, “Is it me?” You sigh and agree, “yeah, I mean I thought I was being obvious. I was so pliant with you compared to everyone else, was I really being that selective with my gestures?”

“Wait. [NAME]. You just , you said that-“ “yes, I did. Is that an issue?” He’s quick to shut that down, “no, no! I guess I’m just shocked. I mean I suggested myself as a joke but, I’m not opposed to this. Uh I think maybe we should talk about this when we’re sober, is that alright? Uhh I’ll buy you some food.”

“Gee you’re frantic today, it’s not that big a deal.” You’re lying but at least he doesn’t know that. “I just, I don’t wanna fuck any chance I might have up!” He says, putting his jacket on and grabbing his keys. “Where do you wanna go, we should walk, it’s not that safe to drive now.” He’s not letting you get a sentence in, he only had 1/3 of the blunt you shared, you’re more intoxicated than him. Though that’s true, it seems like you happen to be more focused and calm than he is.

“I don’t know, Wanmin?” “Okay,” he locked the door behind you. On your walk you were silent, you enjoying the company, he mentally panicked. He never thought that someone like you would like him of all people. Now, no, it’s not out of the realm of possibilities he went through with his upperclassman Zhongli, but it’s still a shock. Once you make it to the restaurant, he gets a seat for the both of you. A booth.

The booth was small and had just enough space for two people. As you sober up you find that he’s overreacting, why should he care so much that you like him? He asked to go to the bathroom and for you to order him a water while he uses the restroom, while in the restroom he gave himself a pep-talk. Something along the lines of “okay, just ask them.” And once he came back you had ordered waters and an Adeptus Temptation.

He devours his portion and watches as you do the same. “So it’s time we talk about us, now that we’re sober and all.” You look up at him and smile, “yeah? What about us? Do you want to be mine?” Well he certainly wasn’t expecting that. Nevertheless he nods and gulps down some of his water. He pulls some mora out of his wallet and puts it on the table and in the bill holder, you’re not sure now much mora it was.

The two of you take the hour walk back to his place, having walked for an accumulation of 2 hours - not including the walk to his dorm - you were sweaty. And so you were stripped down to your under garments. Now don’t worry, he was as well! Only issue is his intentions weren’t as pure as yours. “Now I know we just started dating but I mean why don’t we take advantage of the situation we’re in and shower together?” You can’t deny that a shower sounds nice right now.

So you agree, and get in the shower with your new boyfriend. Now, the people in your dorm would call your a whore for this but now? You couldn’t care less. The sight of his semi-hard cock right in front of you, well that was enough to bring you to ask if you could kiss him. To which he replied yes, and kissed first, a rough needy kiss that soon turned into a where-the-fuck-did-you-get-that situation with a strawberry condom. Thankfully he had a bench in his shower, he sat down on said bench and slid into you.

He never moved an inch without your audible consent to move, and when he got it, he started a gentle yet speedy pace. His thrusts were quick but also very particular, he acted as if he would break you if he moved the wrong way. Though it was nice, you came before him but there was restraint on his end, it was obvious with the way he sounded.

He then threw the condom out and washed his dick off, apparently strawberry makes his cock sticky. The two of you went through the motions of aftercare, peeing, drying off, cleaning up, though there really was none necessary, and so on. He would’ve asked if you were hungry if he hadn’t found you sound asleep on his bed, you were wearing you underwear and one of his shirts, he couldn’t tell if there was anything else on you, but it was quite an endearing sight.

He slid into bed with you once he found a new pair of clean boxers, man does he need to do laundry. Though he’s got some flaws, and his dorm still reeks of marijuana and sex, there was also a warm vanilla scent, it came directly from him, you weren’t sure how, due to absolutely none of his soaps or colognes being warm-vanilla based, but it was comforting. He was comforting, and even though you’ve got a long way to go, this is the best start he, and his cock, could’ve asked for.