#dansleif x reader

[atskiruma]

you bump into him

expl: while looking down at what you were holding, you didn't notice the person in front of you; bumping straight into them

a/n: the poll is still going but i'd say this won with the overwhelming vote of 61 to 38 | the poll of the last imagine

second-person writing no pronouns used | uses of the pet name baby in heizous part

It seems that the Zapolyarny Palace was bustling with people today. It was no surprise when you entered the palace and were welcomed by a lot of people going which-ways trying to find their places. It was usually this busy regardless, seeing as the Fatui were extremely important, especially in the roots of Snezhnaya.

Tasked with being Pantalone's personal assistant, you also found yourself rushing between rooms and meeting with several other business owners hoping to borrow money from the organization.

This meant that breaks were rare since Pantalone worked you to the core and was always finding things for you to do. And you also met with a lot of the other Fatui members and were remarkably close to them. Those who Pantalone favored, were also in your favor, and those he disliked, you stayed away from.

"I need to you bring these to Pulcinella. Make sure to keep them all in order and once you give them to him, tell him I also marked the presentation for the next Tuesday." Pantalone said without giving you a glance. He seemed too interested in the vials that The Doctor had given him, Dottore was also present in the room.

You nodded, opening the door and leaving the room to make your way across the building. Continuing to look down at the documents, you marked every number at the top of the page in order to make sure they were in the correct order once you arrived. Knowing that there was hardly anyone in the hallway, you didn't mind not looking where you were going.

You were able to take 2 more steps until you collided with a hard surface. "Oof!" Came from your mouth until you watched as the papers burst into the air and landed in multiple different spots in the large hallway.

The distress you felt was ignored when you looked up and saw a large patch of ginger hair. The 11th Fatui Harbinger standing in front of you after turning around from the commotion. This was one of the harbingers that Pantalone did not like.

"Sorry about that! Seems like I was taking up a lot of the hallway." He said, before reaching down to help you pick up your papers. You also bent down to pick up some, noticing his lingering glances towards you in your peripheral every now and then.

Once the both of you picked up the papers, he handed you the ones he got and stepped back a bit to give you some space. Smirking at you while putting one of his hands on his hip.

"You're Pantalone's assistant aren't you? I know a familiar face when I see one." He said, walking behind you and putting a hand on your back while he urged you to keep walking to your destination.

That was when Pantalone's voice reached both of your ears, calling you to turn around and face him. You did, seeing as he was standing there with his hands crossed over his chest.

"I see you're taking my assistant somewhere Childe, may I ask you to halt your plan and return them at once." He said, his voice hinting at a small amount of irritation underneath.

Childe smiled, before reaching down to take your hand and place a kiss on top of it. "We'll meet again," He said, before walking away with a sly smirk on his face.

The Traveler always seemed to excite their old-time friend and companion who came around once in a while and indulged you on the matter more times than you could count. This was a blonde-haired man who wore a black and blue cape, with a very mysterious personality.

But you never met him, of all the times you heard about him, you could practically call the two of you friends. You knew so much about the man but never came in contact with him once. This did spark curiosity, but at the same time, you were never going out of your way to finding him.

This changed when you and the Traveler were exploring the 3rd Windblume event in Mondstat. Multiple shops were open for longer, with new and exciting things to explore in them. It seemed the two of you, or, three of you, including the white-haired thing following along, were out for quite some time. This was evident when the sun began to set across the tall walls surrounding the city.

You were looking down at the new souvenirs you acquired on your trip to the shops and didn't notice the man standing in front of you near the front gates. With a swift moment, you managed to bump right into him when he seemed to be in a trance at the other shops along the coast.

This caused the both of you to get spooked in result, his hands coming to grab your waist when you tumbled backward and almost fell. When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with a very handsome blonde man... wearing a black and blue cape.

"Dainsleif! It's great to see you!" The white-haired creature exclaimed, learning that her name was Paimon after you asked who it was following the Traveler around all day. This also resulted in you receiving an awful nickname for your ignorance.

"Traveler, Paimon, I see you two are enjoying the festival." He said, with his hands evidently still on your waist. A small blush crept onto your face when you noticed he wasn't letting go either.

"Oh? Do you two know each other already?" The Traveler spoke, with a small smirk forming when they noticed the position both of you were in.

"No... I don't think we've met." He said, still completely oblivious to his action. Paimon also exclaimed, asking if the two of you were dating, which then called his attention to what was happening. He let go and dusted his hands off lightly on his pants, clearing his throat in slight embarrassment.

"Apologies, I'm Dainsleif, I also travel along Teyvat like the Traveler here."

Your rosy cheeks didn't seem to help your case when you spoke, "Nice to meet you... I think I'm going to head back you two, but I'll see you later." Speaking towards the Traveler and Paimon, you took a swift escape down the bridge and back to where you originally came from.

Dainsleif also found himself watching you leave until you were completely out of view, his left hand tightening a bit in remembrance of feeling your waist in his pocket.

The Tenryou Commission was not where you wanted to be right now. But Thoma said it was the place to go when finding out where your lost change went after that robber passed by you in a flash.

He said you could find someone where to help you since all of the crime in Inazuma seems to be solved in the walls of the famous and intellectual detectives here.

It was noted that you really didn't know where you were going. The building was huge and you had never stepped foot in it before.

Multiple people could be seen going back and forth between rooms and others were off to the sides talking to themselves. It was really confusing, where did you go to talk to someone who'd help? Would anyone here help?

While walking around mindless, you hadn't looked where you were going and immediately bumped into someone. The man wasted no time grabbing you before you fell, and when you opened your eyes, you were immediately met face-to-face with bright green pupils.

"Woah! Watch out there, glad you bumped into me rather than anyone else Baby." A man said while still holding onto you when he lifted you up. You looked straight at him and tried to pick a name with the face, but came up with nothing.

"My name is Heizou if that's what you're wondering." He spoke, looking at you with a kind smile. "Can I ask what you're doing here? I can't imagine someone as attractive as you coming along." His flirtations seemed to pass by you one by one as he kept piling on compliments left and right.

The sound of the clan's head boomed across the hallway towards you too. "I've been waiting for your arrival! Thoma told me what happened, I'm here to help." Kujou Kamaji's voice was followed. You tried to turn and look at him but were still trapped in Heizou's arms.

"I see you've met Detective Heizou. Are you two perhaps close?" He asked once reaching you both. Your flustered face practically blew up and before you could say something, Heizou had already beaten you to it. "I'll be helping with the case instead Sir, but thank you for coming all this way." He said with a smile.

Your stuttering pleas for help didn't seem to reach either of their ears while they chatted and by the time they stopped, Kamaji was already walking away. You sighed looking back at Heizou to see him already looking towards you with a smirk.

"So anyways, how can I help you?"

Working for the head of the Kamisato Clan was scary at first, you didn't know how to act around such important people. Eventually, you warmed up though, Thoma was very nice showing you the ropes and telling you that it was gonna be okay.

You also met a lot of people on the way through working your way up the ranks. You were just below Thoma's role and were helping him help the two siblings who ran the whole place.

Today was the day that the Traveler and a couple of other friends came to visit for some dinner. You and Thoma were invited of course, but the duties of cleaning came first and seemed to take up most of the time they were there.

The both of you worked as hard as you could, making sure every place around the house was spotless and clean. You eventually had to run back a few times to refill the bucket of water you were using, which was something you were tasked with doing again after getting through 4 rooms with the same bucket of water.

You managed to pick up the heavy bucket and insisted you do it when you saw Thoma's concerned glance. Walking out of the room you two were currently cleaning and watching the water as you walked to your backyard to insure you didn't spill, you hadn't noticed the person standing in your way in the hallway.

Met with a hard back, you shut your eyes and let out a grunt before stumbling backward with the bucket in hand.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't watch where I was going." You said before looking up at the man in front of you. Kazuha, that was his name. You remembered from the numerous amounts of visits he and the Traveler paid here.

He looked at you with a soft smile and glanced towards the soaked clothes you now wore after bumping into him. His eyes didn't seem to return to your own for a bit, and he looked more in a trance than anything at the fact that you were now soaked and more exposed.

"Apologies," he finally spoke, "I should have moved more off to the side in case of anyone going down the hall." His kind words reached your ears, and you smiled back. "Please, it's my fault, I was the one not looking where I was going." You said with a closed eye smile, that was until you felt something touch your chest and immediately shot your eyes open in surprise.

Kazuha had taken out a handkerchief and was dabbing the area where you had gotten wet. He seemed pretty focused on doing it too, his hand occasionally being too one to touch more of you than the cloth. You began flusteredly stuttering out words of assurance that it was okay and you were fine being a little wet. He didn't seem to hear you though and kept making sure to soak up as much water as possible in the tiny little handkerchief.

Once he was finished, he stood back up straight again and kept smiling at you. If you focused, a small blush coated his cheeks from the interaction.

"My apologies again, you've worked so hard making this place look nice." He said, and you smiled back with a larger blush on your own. Moving around him, you walked past to keep your journey going outside to empty the bucket, not before his hand brushed along your side as he walked the other way.

[jadeschambers]

CHAPTER 2: Trueform!Sukuna x Isekai!gn!reader

(reader has no gender but has f genitals.)

Parings: Ryomen Sukuna

Tags: Slow burn, eventual Smut, god/godess demigod reader, angst!!!, sukuna needs his own warnings, huge!size kink (that man is like 8 ft tall), mentioned cannibalism, non-con? (just beware, reader ❤️ him/ don’t read if it makes u uncomfy), cunnilingus, breast play. Some cursing n crack. original idea to this series on my page.

I, III

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” the question nearly went unheard, almost as if the wind purposely picked up the sound of your voice. “No. I don’t. that matter simply sounds like a child’s fairy tale.” dainsleif responded, leaning against the tree above. his body was restless, however he mentally wanted to take an eon long nap. you pouted, his seriousness killing the mood. noticing the familiar look that is always plastered on your face, dansleif pulled you closer. “I don’t believe in it because i want to live in this life time with you forever, dove.”

reality shook you awake, and in the unfamiliar bed your body jolted up from the heavy blankets. of course, you almost forgot where you had ended up.

“had a nice dream little one?” suddenly emerging from the shadows was the one and only Sukuna, his four arms crossed against his chest. “how long were you in here for…?” you asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “well it is my chambers after all.” his words nearly sending you flying from his bed. “h-huh?! then why am I in here?”

furrowing your brows together only aided the adorable expression on your face, all amusement seen by him. “Im a generous man, no?” tilting his head he observed your sleepy form, hair all messy and dried drool marks adorning your face. “thank you I guess..” trailing off, uraume suddenly appeared beside him, bowing in respect.

“breakfast has been prepared, you may join sukuna in the dinning hall.” they announced, leaving the both of you. “already..?” leaping up from his bed, the marble flooring was cold against your feet. Sukunas estate was beautiful during the day, the rising sun managed to frame every shadow to a perfect degree.

one thing you notes was that despite the time, the halls only rung with simultaneous silence.

sitting across from him, your new, beautiful robes gifted by him rubbed against your skin. the food in front of you looked divine… however— the smell.

Sukuna began to dig in, the fine china abraded by his utensils. “is this.. human?” your eyes widened, a hand covering your nose and mouth to prevent the bile from rising.

he merely chuckled, a wicked grin spreading on his handsome face. “you figured it out quite fast. many just begin eating without question.” his jaw flexed every time the delicate meat entered his mouth. the curse looked like a predator devouring his prey across from you.

this was a trap! was he going to eat you next?! “oh relax, don’t get so defensive it. I am not going to devour you— maybe not yet.” sukuna teased, attempting to galvanize a reaction from you.

clenching your jaw, the table jolted as you stood. “and where do you think you’re going?” he cocked a brow, leaning back onto the chair as he crossed his arms. “to hunt my own breakfast!” you growled, angrily sighing as your hand clenched your conjured pole arm.

the king of curses stood up, curiously following you. as soon as he saw you leaving his court yard, sukuna smirked wickedly to himself. this was much better than any fights or meals he had experienced recently.

oh yes, little dove... he wanted this game to last just a bit longer. but alas, he couldn't allow you escape without teaching the consequences first. “come now, foolish girl..." he muttered, disappearing behind you suddenly. “don't think you can run away that easy.”

with a flash of a red light, sukuna appeared beside you again, grabbing onto your shoulder firmly. “does a little lamb like you really know how to hunt?” he teased, invading your space. his touch felt electrifying, and now all of a sudden he was invading your person bubble.

scoffing in his face, you swiftly slammed the blade of your polearm into the ground, nearly slicing a boulder in half.

“listen— I am beyond grateful that you’ve willingly took me in. but we have to set boundaries. quite literally we just met two days ago no?!” you gritted through your teeth.

having little background knowledge about him only made the tension in the air much more suffocating. “and yes i can hunt! if you’re intimidated by me just say so!” sukuna’s eyes widened at your abrasive tone. by the gods were you feisty. but how long has it been since the curse felt this alive?

“should you consider giving up little lamb; I intend to 'teach' you regardless of whether you choose flight or stand against me..." leaning close enough to brush against you softly, his proximity left chills running down your spine.

pursing your lips together in frustration, the small of your hands held up towards his chest in a flicking motion. with a small movement of your wrist, you pushed him far from where you were once standing.

sukuna’s eyes widened, the memory from yesterday reminiscing in his mind. “personal space…please” you reminded him, biting the inside of your cheek. sukuna's expression shifted from amused disinterest to annoyance.

standing upright, he crossed his arms over his massive torso, revealing the numerous scars dotting his chiseled abdomen. “persistent aren't you?" he grumbled lowly, his voice rumbling ominously throughout the quiet area surrounding them.

for once in his life, sukuna decided to willingly play along with your games. “fine. if you prefer to not eat human then you can hunt your own food.” grumbling under your breathe, your pole arm nearly slashed sukuna’s arm in a petty manner.

“fuckin’ cannibal.” you muttered, following a small trail that lead to a river.

sukuna stood behind you, his voice scaring off the sounds of nature as he babbled incessant stories. He watched curiously as you took off the skirt to your kimono, stepping into the shallow water bank.

conjuring a bow, you carefully aimed, shooting and immediately striking four fish with one arrow. plopping the fish into the woven basket by sukunas feet, you smiled at him in accomplishment. the king of curses nearly had to hold back his laughter.

how naive, is four fish really an achievement to you? “failure is not acceptable here.” sukuna mocked, chuckling lowly at how fast your face dropped.

the walk back through the forest was mostly silent, filled by the beautiful tune of natures call. suddenly from behind, the bushes behind us shuttered, making you turn in caution.

placing a hand on his forearm, both of you eyed the suspicious leaves. in an instant, a scared little bunny hopped out, anxious with its eyes full of a preys blood. sukuna smiled as your harsh grip tightened on his.

you leapt forward faster than you could think; hugging the poor timid creature before Sukuna could land his dirty hands on it “no! not this one! go away sukuna!” you yelped, protecting the poor bunny.

chuckling deeply, sukuna shook his head slowly "pathetic..." he muttered contemptuously as he reached out again. however you smacked his hand away faster than he could think, an adorably frustrated expression painted on your face. “I said not this one. I will kill you if you hunt it!” you huffed, standing up to cradle the little animal in your arms protectively. sukuna rolled his eyes.

so you’ve been flaunting to him that you could kill him in a second— yet you cower to a mere bunny. how miserable. he thought to himself, crossing his arms.

an amused snort escaped sukuna as he trailed close behind, following every move of yours carefully. when you signaled stopping abruptly amidst green foliage, he paused too - observing your postures attentively.

there he stood behind with a mischievous gleam dancing within the dark depths of his red eyes. "what would happen if I do?" he posed cheekily, his handsome face scrunched in a wicked manner. “you'll simply have killed two birds with one stone wouldn't it? or three...four..." grinning wryly at last his statement, he crossed his arms casually, leaning onto a tree trunk idly waiting for retaliation or resistance that probably wasn't coming anytime soon.

rolling your eyes at his immature demeanor, you held out your hand towards his still figure. with a flick of the wrist, black mysterious vines suddenly attached to his huge curse like body, and no matter how much the king of curses struggled he only further lost the wrestle.

“wait here and be patient please?” you smiled innocently at his struggling. walking a few meters away into the line of trees, you let the bunny hop from your arms and freely into the forest. you knew Sukuna and many various predators could smell the poor thing, so you manipulated the air and dissipated the scent of pray lingering in the air

striding back into the lively plain, you spotted sukuna still strapped to the tree. “Im back! and you’re still here.” you teased.

finally released from the iron grasps of your mysterious tendrils, sukuna rubbed his sore wrists ruefully, but couldn't hide the grin spreading across his lips. “you deeply intrigue me little one.” he paused briefly, a soft chuckle escaping his throat. “let us return, I personally cannot fathom what would occur if you were to walk around with an empty stomach.” sukuna teased.

—

knowing that it was your own hands that cooked your meal brought comfort. however sukuna’s incessant breathing sliced through the atmosphere of your once peaceful meal. “you’re such a little pussy sukuna.”

“ha!" choking down a bitter laughter, sukuna narrowed his gaze dangerously while maintaining stoicism.

he crossed his legs beneath him effortlessly, folding into a position opposite to yours. “that is rich coming from someone protecting a mere rabbit earlier." his gesture dismissing the topic to swiftly changed subject. “but truly..." as he glanced towards you, offering reverential glances placed upon the dish you cooked; sukuna’s curiosity peeked through his mockery.

“this cuisine tastes divine regardless preference. who taught these culinary skills anyway?". his eyes gleamed with newfound interest in which he sought your answer patiently.

the question sparked a few sentimental memories to flood through your brain, causing you to chew on your lip.

“many of my old uhm.. friends i guess..” you trailed off, mumbling as you nibbled on the pair of chopsticks. would you ever return to Teyvat..? or was the idea entirely a lost cause.

the silence that draped over the conversation became heavy, veiling the tension between the words uttered moments ago.

sukuna’s head tilted quizzically; contemplating the revelations shared between you two which slowly formed more thoughts. “your kind isn't omnivorous then?" his curiosity clearly won over your indifference momentarily.

you snorted at his question, setting down your chopsticks onto a hashi-oki. “my kind? whats that s’pposed to mean.” crossing your arms you smugly giggle. “you are not fully human, at least from what i can smell.” sukuna acknowledged, tilting his head as he observed you.

growing quiet at his words, you contemplate if gods exist in this world. “what is this world exactly… because you definitely aren’t human. and you seem— strong?” leaning forward, the food on the horigotatsu grew forgotten.

“sorcerers.” he muttered. “of course, the one in front of you just so happens to be the greatest in history.” sukuna smugly announced, his hands displaying his arrogance.

you stared at him in complete doubt, pursing your lips. “right. and I can pull birds from my kimono.” sukuna rolled his eyes at your retort, yet the sound of your giggles began to turn a few cogs in his head.

suddenly he began to scoot closer, his monstrous frame only a few inches from you. “I believe we are the same no?” his eyes bore into yours intently searching for answers. “the same values? intentions?” his words began to brew the intensity between two opposites.

“uhm.. well no, i don’t eat humans, and i think im much more heroic than you.” shrugging, you began to clear your meal off the horigotastu.

however sukuna did not persist with his rambling, seeing as to your dismay he was still unworthy of trust. “you’re much to stubborn. we shall discuss further on this topic soon. get your rest little dove.”

the tatami mat beneath creaked under his weight as uraume suddenly appeared in the room. standing near the door, you glanced at him. “goodnight sukuna..” parting your ways, he watched as his subordinate guided you safely to his chambers.

the names he would call you reminded you of home. dove. it made your heart ache.

oh lawd this chapter was so long 🫡 but i wanted to really get more interactions between reader and sukuna. please let me know if u guys like this serious so far/wnt to be tagged!

tags : @maskedpacific @kbirdieee2540 @ghostlyworld

characters and art not owned by me

[mondaymelon]

when you first fell in love with them. ♡

(inazuma genshin impact + dain x gn!reader)

written headcanon style! enjoy✩

warnings/notes! fluff, wholesome content ♡

(a/n) @silverbladexyz come and get your dansleif ♡ @dizzy-sekai come and get your husband heizouuu~ feel free to comment or reblog characters you want next!! my requests are closed but i take brain rots and asks✩

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ayato ♡

he can see your embarrassed face from a mile away.

you've known him from a long time, longer since you could remember, since the two of you had been children. since then, he had gained many more responsibilities and duties, filling up his schedule almost completely.

still, he makes time for you, no matter what.

and if you trouble him about it, saying there's no need to, he'll only smile and respond, "a little trouble is worth it if it means spending time for you."

he knows you all too well.

just from a glance, he can read your expression like a book. and he makes it no simple matter, either. ayato will smirk at you smugly whenever he manages to make you successfully flustered, face burning at whatever flirty line he's just spoken.

so when you walk into his estate one morning, eyes downcast, he immediately knows.

"hey. tell me. what's wrong?" he frowns slightly at your behavior, no doubt concerned. when you stay silent, his expression only deepens. "you can tell me."

and you do tell him, eyes teary with worry. '"...there's just... a lot going on right now." you finish, sighing, not wanting to let this part of you be revealed to the azul-haired man so easily.

his eyes glisten, his voice soften. sending a bittersweet expression your way, he places a gloved hand over yours, where its trembling on the table, before leaning forward and pressing his soft lips to your forehead gently.

"it's going to be okay. trust me, alright?"

"how can you be so confident about that?" you question him, pouting with disbelief. you can feel your face burn at the action, but you try your best to ignore it, especially with ayato's gaze burning into you.

the next time he speaks, it's barely a whisper:

"i'll make sure of it."

thoma ♡

he was always gentle to you and everyone he met.

and you loved him for it.

the way he smiled softly and raised his hand in greeting at the children playing on the street, or the way he snuck out of the estate to give the stray animals some food to eat... his heart was kind, and he made you happy when you were around him.

"off to to see the stray dogs again, thoma?" you give him a little wave from your post. "would you mind if i came with you?"

"not at all! i'd be happy with you by my side." the man smiles charmingly as the two of you walked down the path. pausing, he turns to you with a quizzical expression. "ah... but don't you have work to do?"

"hehe, don't worry, i made sure to inform my supervisor. i've been waiting for you, actually." thoma blushed at your confession, laughing nervously.

"i-i didn't make you wait too long, did i?"

"of course not. you were just on time, actually. anyways, when you visit all those pets, what do you usually do?"

"ah... actually, i was planning on knitting some sweaters for them. after all, it's been getting colder recently and they don't have any shelters, so..." thoma sighs. "winter is always a tough time for strays. i would take them in if i could but... there's just too many, and that would only lead to more problems." you can see his eyes soften at the mention of the topics, his expression full of remorse. he feels deeply about this, and you know its already starting to rub off on you.

"then how about we adopt one together?" you first suggest it as merely a joke, but as you see thoma's eyes light up, emerald irises sparkling with hope, you feel your own heart skip a beat.

he rushes forward, clasping your hands in his own as he stares at you intently. "could we...really do that??"

he's too close...!

"i-i mean- if you really wanted to-" you stammer, trying to avoid eye contact as you can feel your skin grow warm from where he's touching you. just thinking about it makes your face flush.

"then let's try our best together!"

itto ♡

he didn't care what others thought about you.

to him, you were just someone he cared about.

his childhood was rough, to say the least. he was shunned and ignored wherever he went, even if he was hurt and in need of assistance. so you completely understood when you came to the arataki gang headquarters, pleading for a chance to get into the infamous group.

of course, he gladly let you! after all, at that time, the gang was short on hands, and you were the perfect fit - just what they needed.

in fact, they're so happy to have you here that for the first week or two of your arrival, everyone calls you "godsend" or "savior" instead of your actual name. it's entertaining to say the least, and you're glad to have found such a nice group. they're your found family, and they never cease to make you laugh.

itto is no exception. he jokes a lot around you, especially if he senses your feeling down, and always brings you whatever snacks he was able to win from the kids that day. its childish, you know, but you love that little playful aspect of him. it makes you feel warm.

then the rumors start.

you don't even know the full story, all that you know is that they're false - lies spread by the citizens of inazuma with too much time on their hands and too many stories to tell.

"they killed a innocent man..."

"oh my! really? i heard they engaged with several various married men...! seems like they really betrayed all of us... making us think they were a decent person... i can't believe this."

you're nervous to go to the first meeting after the rumors start, so you don't, telling them you're sick and that you'll need a week or two to recover.

well, it's been two weeks, and there's another meeting planned. there's no way to escape it this time - they've surely already heard the rumors, no matter how clueless they may be.

so when you show up at the planned spot, you're surprised to only see itto standing there, glancing around for you. he spots you walking toward him, and gives you a big grin that stretches across his face. "hey! it's been a while! how have you been?"

"...good."

"what're you so quiet for? is something wrong?" itto blinks at you with his crimson eyes cluelessly.

"ah... you've heard the rumors, haven't you?"

"of course i have." you feel a chill surround you as you frantically stare up at him with wide eyes, entire body trembling. "what about it?"

"they're not true!!" you stutter, tears desperately pooling at the edges of your eyes. "i promise-!"

"i never said they were. don't worry. i believe you."

"you... do?" suddenly, everything seems warmer.

"of course. you'd never do something like that. i trust you." he grins sheepishly, laughing a little. "sorry, did that come out too headstrong?"

you shake your head, smiling. "not at all. thank you."

"it was the least i could do."

heizou ♡

he always matched your level and helped you catch up to speed.

and it happened quite often.

after all, the detective's man was astoundingly fast, he was a genius in all standards imaginable. because of this, even though you were quite clever, you still found it hard to decipher some of his ramblings when he was trying to crack a particularly difficult case.

still, he tries his best to help you, especially since you're a detective yourself. he often points out things that people aren't able to see the first time, but never acts obnoxious or brags about it. he's just happy to be of help.

so when the two of you get assigned to the same case, the red-haired man is ecstatic. he doesn't stop talking once on the way to the office, the words just keep on coming! he's speaking so fast that you can't make out his individual words but you can tell he's excited from the way he almost skip-walks and the way his emerald eyes sparkle when he looks at you.

he's giddy all throughout the debriefing, occasionally sending you enthusiastic glances from across the table as he grins at you playfully. it's hard to concentrate when he's acting so... childish.

but it's not like you don't like it.

quite the opposite.

when you two finally set off for the investigation, heizou still hasn't calmed down. maybe it's because this is the first time that heizou gets the chance to show you his skills on the job, or maybe it's just because he can finally be with you while he does his work... either way, you don't find it annoying. instead, you find it almost funny that he's this eager about the whole thing.

there's a light tap on your shoulder, and you whirl around to see heizou grinning at you, upturned eyes closed as he hands you a daisy that he's just picked off the side of the road. his face is red, but he manages to hand you the flower nonetheless, your fingers and his brushing against each other as he does. his flushed skin is warm to the touch.

"is this...for me?" you look at the man, confused. still, you can feel heat creeping onto your face.

"who else?" heizou gives you his signature grin, opening his eyes to reveal his near spring green irises underneath. "thanks for staying by my side."

bonus!

dansleif ♡

he was distant, but even so, he tried to show you his feelings for you.

he was never the affectionate man. far from it.

he never acted cold, at least he didn't try to when you were around. dain was usually silent, too, which didn't help the awkward pauses in conversation whenever you tried to talk to him. still, there was something about him that just made you feel so happy.

and dainsleif felt the same, although he may never admit it. your mere presence was enough to put his usual wandering thoughts at peace, and he felt more collected. your demeanor just had something to it that washed away whatever troubles he had been facing, no matter how large.

you forgot how you had met him. but you remembered when and where. it had been a starry night, and the moon shone bright. you had peered out over the shadowy meadow, and had spotted his tall figure, his head of blonde glimmering in the light.

you blink your eyes hazily, glancing up at the sky. the sun set a long time ago, and the moon is hidden by dark clouds, flashing with bolts of lightning.

it's well past your normal sleeping time, but your sleep schedule is already so messed up it barely matters anymore. dain sits across from you, staring out the window and at the howling wind outside. the two of you coincidentally were out for a walk, one of the rare times dain was free, when a thunderstorm had to start and the two of you leaped into the nearest ruins and were sitting and waiting out.

"at least there's a roof, right?" your voice was hopeful, trying to make the best of the situation. that is, if you could call it a roof. it was a few poorly placed wooden boards that were sealed with some kind of gritty cement, but it managed to keep the rain out, so who were you to complain?

dainsleif nods, his gaze trained on you. pausing, he hesitates before opening his mouth to say something. "if you're tired... you can rest. i'll take watch."

"no! i couldn't do that to you-" you cut yourself off with a sudden yawn. self sabotage. "besides, who knows the next time we're going to be able to talk alone like this?"

"it'll be okay. here." he pats his legs from where he sits, an unreadable expression on his face. "this'll be more comfortable than the stone floor, right?"

you can already feel your face burn. "ah-"

"please?" something about his almost whiny voice takes you off gaurd, and you already feel your will crumbling.

"alright..." you slowly walk over to him, laying on the ledge he's sitting on and resting your head in his laps. he smiles down at you, before unpinning his cape and draping it over your figure. the warmth and his sweet scent hits you immediately, and you can only feel yourself being lulled further into sleep.

"dain-!" you protest weakly, pouting. you can feel his smiling gaze from where you've buried your face in your arms, embarrassed face flushed red.

"sleep well, darling."

prev masterlist ✩

[undermine-the-instinct]

[ IF NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR FATE, I WILL BE THE FIRST | pathologic ]

Dansleif x Reader

This is my entry in the Seraphiism '23 event! By of course, the lovely @seraphiism . I'm trying out a new format/writing style, so lemme know what you think <3

WARNINGS: A little blood, nothing graphic WORD COUNT: 3.2K (This got away from me)

{ I.THE BOUGH KEEPER IS SACRIFICE FIRST, SOLDIER SECOND, AND LAST OF ALL MAN}

And least of all, yours. The weight of eternity weighs heavily on his shoulders, but he presses on, and you mourn him for it. He pays the price of honor enacted by a far lesser man of his past, takes up arms and spills blood in the scorn of the divine. Because of Destiny’s decree.

You try to imagine it–eternal penance for a crime you could hardly remember. You imagine bearing a sword and a curse, one and the same, for hundreds of years, and your heart recoils at the misery that wraps around it. You can hardly believe that that is to be his fate-you refuse to. It cannot truly be his choice, not one made in any good faith at least. Or perhaps any faith at all.

You suspect he lost it ages ago.

“Do you ever think…” You begin hesitantly. “That you could leave it behind? All of it?”

Dainsleif, your lover, sets down his book. It's one of the ones you’ve kept around, and it seems he finally has time to peruse them, however borrowed that time it is.

“All of it?”

“...Yeah.” 

“No. No.” He reiterates. And he smiles for you, because he knows how much it makes your heart warm. 

“I can't abandon my duty, neither can I abandon you. They are one and the same.  You are…woven into me. Cutting you off from my life would be cutting away the fabric of my soul. I could never.”

“...Why do you feel they’re one and the same?” A weight on his heart. Perhaps.

He fingers the worn pages of the book, his eyes dark in thought.

“I have a responsibility to the world, and you are a part of the world.”

“Those two sound so very far removed. I'm just one person, but if I could decide, my sole desire would be just to rest with you.”

He chuckles, good naturedly, like always. “If the world was ruled by our desires, I'd have been forever and solely yours already. And there would be no gods, but you.” For a man who rages and detests the divine, you’re not sure how to feel about that.

“But alas, the world often ignores our most fervent desires, unless we force it to acknowledge us that is.” A weight tugs his brow down, and his features buckle under it. Something like grief. “And that…is a very hard thing to do.”

“Alas.” 

You nod, and return to your wayward gaze out the window. You imagine a life where he lives for you, and nothing else. You try to deny in your mind that he would want anything else. What could he find out in the world that he cannot find in your arms? A cursed man, believing himself content in penance and self flagellation, of service to the world at large.

But he is yours. You deny the world in his place.

{II.THERE IS A ROT THAT REPLACES THE MARROW OF HIS BONES}

It is woven into him, and he cannot escape it. He has long stopped trying.

It wears and tears at his soul, and marks his skin in scars, and he continues on.  Fate has decreed that he will do so forevermore, until the day the abyss drags him down into its depths, its spindly fingers already grasping at him in twisting, molted blues. But he tries, because when you kiss the expanse of cursed flesh, a blissful smile on your face, a sudden rush of heat makes his skin prickle. It’s not love, though he loves you. It's rage.

Its disgust, and sick vitriol. You deserve better, you deserve more. You don't need this broken tapestry of pieces clinging onto some semblance of humanity. You don't need your nights interrupted by his nightmares, or his form clinging to your doorway, bloodied and offering the only tribute he knows to your altar.

He does not worship the Gods, but he knows something more divine, having long since slipped into the pews of your chapel.

“...I’m sorry.” You rush towards him, and he leans into the shoulder you offer him, letting you pull him into your bathroom where he stains the white porcelain.

“If you were sorry–” you huff as you set him down. “You wouldn’t get hurt so often.”

You pull out the first aid kit, and set to patching him up, removing layers of clothing to see the hurt beneath. He hardly winces, but his heart tugs.

“...You know I can't help myself.”

“You’re just one man, Dainsleif, there's too much for you to do on your own. And we both know this is about more than just your honor, or duty.”

“...Yet I am beginning to wonder,” he mumbles as you wipe away the blood. “Whether it has always been my fate to deny Fate.”

“What do you mean.”

You sound too upset for it to sound anything like a question. A demand, perhaps. He sighs. He is tired. So tired. He’s always been.

“Whether Fate is truly something we can overcome, or whether my rage is just a by-product of providence. If it was all preordained.” He shuts his eyes.

“The Gods that cursed us, the people and the nation I failed, my curse, my duty and obligation; I wonder if you too are foredoomed, just another predilection.”

“Is that why you do all this? To prove, what? Fate wrong?”

He doesn't answer, but he does open his eyes to see your mouth flatten. You continue patching him up, taking care of him, but he sees the way your eyes tremble.

“...Or perhaps just self-actualization?”  

“...I have an obligation to the world, and to you–”

“Don’t say that, don’t pretend that this is for me, this is not for me. You’ve been doing this long before I was a thought on the breeze.” Centuries wear down his memory, but the tug of your mouth and brow pulls at him like a drawn bow, piercing through the fog of his fatigue.

Your shoulders shake next. “So if I asked you to stop, would you?”

He doesn't answer, even when the tears spill from your eyes.

“I don't care for fate, destiny or whatever. I care about you. Keep your honor, keep your anger, but stay with me. Is that not enough?”

“....It’s for you, too.”

“...I don't appreciate being your excuse, Bough Keeper.”

Celestia always watches, but even he cannot help but utter a prayer to some unknown god, that their eyes do not fall on this wayward moment.

He is fine with cursing the stars, his fate, with breaking body; he is fine with letting the heavens bear witness to his rage.

But not his grief.

It settles, thick and cloying on his tongue. The sour tang drowns out everything else.

{III.HE WILL NOT CHOOSE YOU. WHEN DESTINY TUGS AT HIS CLOAK AND BIDS HIM LOOK, HE WILL TURN FROM YOU}

You know he wishes he never met you. That he never fell in love with you. You try to take it as a compliment.

You would give anything to remove the burden on his shoulders, if only he were not so adamant on carrying it. You do not see the reason why–you would rather love a coward than mourn a legend. You would rather he stays home with you, in your arms, than leave and come back, over and over and over and over again.

You know he wishes he never knew you.

Dainsleif, he holds you, works in the garden with you, bathes with you, loves you–but his hands are tense, and his eyes stray to the world outside your window. You at least know that when he is gone, that he leaves because he is thinking of you, that he cannot handle being perceived by you for too long; It renders him asunder.

“Like a predator, staring at the open carcass of my soul,” he once said. “You just make me feel so…”

‘So what?’ You had wanted to ask, but you had known better, didn't he just tell you? So you acquiesce, but on the inside you ache. You plead and you beg, and you don't let the words spill past your lips; You hold them in your chest and your eyes and watch him leave.

You trade chaste kisses for letters in your mailbox, blissful sighs for dandelion fluff on the wind. Your love is like a hot air balloon, you cannot keep him close but you can keep him tethered even as the rope frays and tears at your hands.

Welcome him back with them open, and settle for apologetic kisses on your knuckles, from your knight, for a ring on your finger. No god would hold your marriage sacred, anyways, despite your tears.

“And what knowledge have you gleaned from your travels this time, my love?” You smile. Please don’t leave me again.

“Nothing that I don’t already know dearest.” I’ll do anything. Just give me the word. Just give me the knife.

“Which is?” Why don't you ever ask me? You know I'll do it.

His eyes, so deep and somber. They know, but they don't answer. “Fate has foretold that I will return here, as always.”

“Of course.” And he will always leave. 

{IV. WHAT IS IT LIKE TO LOVE SOMEONE WHO IS ALWAYS RUNNING, ONE FOOT OUT THE DOOR? TIME DOES NOT SIT STILL, FOR NO ONE.}

Celestia is always watching.

Even here in this quiet moment, where the night holds vigil to the stars' homily, as they drag their forms past that pale corpse of a moon.

It's a still moment. He has removed you from his arms and you continue to sleep peacefully, your chest rising and falling, your heart the drum that starts off all his nights and days.

He is going to lose you, but before that he will lose himself.

Even now, he could feel the curse, like an ever burrowing parasIte, slowly consuming him. It replaces him. Eats away at him, fills him with rot, and he has the audacity to find solace in  your garden. You dig out the rot and replace it with something far kinder, but that doesn't stop the curse from growing.

He is like an inteyvat flower. Hardened and unable to wilt unless placed back in the soil of his home. You’ve decided to love a dying man, and stand vigil, always, at his never ending wake.

Sunshine from a past life. Peers who trusted him and stood at his side and back, carrying the weight of honor. He doesn't remember them, but he remembers the sunshine. He remembers how he failed them. He remembers only what he can and only knows what he should. And he knows this tale like the back of his hand, the curve of your cheek.

This was fated to end in tragedy.

You move in your sleep and he startles. You roll over, and Dainsleif waits until you settle, to breathe easy again.

He can not reconcile who he is with the man he was before he met you. He doesn’t wish to go back, but he muses on how much easier it would be. He could deny the Gods, defy Celestia, the Archons, even Heavenly principles, even Destiny. But he cannot choose to remain alongside you as well.

He mourns this indecisive fool you turned him into. He will not survive without you, but that is alright because it has to be. Not every story has a happy ending, but every story needs a narrator. He'll re-read your scripture and memorize your chapters for as long as you remain, and even after.

And he will remain long after you are gone.

{V. IF NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR FATE, I WILL BE THE FIRST}

The sunlight paints the fields honey and gold, and soon it will be time to return to your little cottage. There will be cherry wine waiting on the table, and some mending you still need to finish, but beyond that you take in this moment, drink it down greedily; an open bud unfurling like a fist to an open palm, demanding the world its due.

Your lover on the other hand does not share the same attitude. His head rests in your lap, but you feel the restless energy in him, and stay still in the hopes of encouraging him to do the same. It doesn’t work.

“Settle down, Dain.”

“I am calm.”

“No you’re not. You’re fidgeting.”

“...I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave soon.” Ah. As always.

“Then all the more reason to relax now, while we have the time.” He scoffs at that word, time. He rises to meet your eyes, and you smile at his mussed hair.

“I might be away longer than I usually am. I’m not sure how long I'll be away for.”

You crack a knuckle in anxiety. “But you’ll be back, of course?”

He only pauses for the slightest of breaths. “Of course. Will you still want me back?” Your face takes on an exasperated look, but he waves it away.

“Do you not get tired of waiting, always? Are you not tired of constantly grieving, of having to love this broken piece of tapestry?” You are shaking your head before he's finished.

“No. If you are torn I will mend you. If you’re just a piece of tapestry then I’ll stitch you onto something better.”

“Leave behind these metaphors and poetry. I would rather believe you pity me rather than actually love me.”

The words hit a chord deep inside you. It carves a gorge, and anger rushes in to fill it.

“So what? You would rather me love a stranger? Someone who would understand me less than you do?“ You stare him down.

“..If I must–”

“‘Must’? Well you don’t. And by whose order? Whose words? Is that truly something you would allow, or what you tell yourself you should let happen?” His face doesnt twist, but you know the tint of misery that spreads under his skin. It's blue-black, like a bruise, like the stretch of his right arm.

“No. You will truly be damned thrice over if you allow that. You are so content to let the world, to let fate, decide how things are and should be–I don't believe in that. My fate will be what I say it is, and I say you will be with me forevermore. If you must leave, then leave, but come back to me, don’t let go of me!”

“I am ruined,” A wave rustles the grass, like a crowd gone silent. “I am ruined, cursed, damned as you say. You do not want this. You should not want this.”

“I don't believe that, and you shouldn’t either. Who has told you this, has Celestia personally decreed your fate? Or do you continue to let tragedy be the narrator of your life?” You grasp his face, pull him closer to your eyes.

“I have you. I want you. And it is reciprocated, As long as that is, things will not change. I refuse anything else.”

His eyes go back and forth between yours, and he sighs.

“As long as I breathe, I will return to you. But that does not change the fact that this was never supposed to be. If not by destiny’s nature than my own; It is only a matter of time before this too, ends.” 

“Then forget what fate or destiny has told you. I am your fate, I am both your penance and redemption. If no one has ever told you about your fate then I shall be the first.”

Ans he is drawn, he listens like your words are rapture, like the first believer in the front pew of a sermon. So you smooth back his hair, and speak a prophecy.

“We will go home, and pick the tomatoes in the garden. They’re ripe now, and we’ll use them in our dinner. We’ll wash the dishes, unwind. Bathe. I’ll wash your hair and you’ll scrub my back. The sun should have set by then, so we can go to bed. As it gets darker I could read to you by candlelight, or, we could make love.”

“We’d need another bath, and to change the sheets then,” he mumbles, the slight pink hue high over his cheekbones.

“So would you rather we make love earlier? Or in the bath to save time?” You grin, and it draws soft breaths of laughter from your lover. You go on with your spiel.

“We’ll go to sleep together as always, and in the morning you’ll be baptised by the morning dew and the fresh brewed coffee. Much like today, you’ll laze in the fields with me, and when the time comes for you to leave, I'll give you my blessing, and my hopes as always, for you to come back to me.”

“So forget duty, when you are with me. If you are cursed I will be your balm. If there is rot in you I will scrape it out, and use it as fertilizer for my garden.“ He scoffs under his breath.

“You think this is a burden easy to unlade.”

“Yes, if you would only just let it. For by my decree, the Twilight sword shall be laid to rest in my presence, for I will be it's sheathe.” You only half jest and he looks at you quizzically.

“Did you just make an innuendo–”

“--And your words shall always be sweet, for my kisses shall honey your breath.” You kiss him to emphasize, or to quiet him, and he leans into you with a shudder, like a cat seeking affection, only something more desperate.

“If you care not for starlight, I will fasten you a crown of dandelions,” you continue. “And garb you in silks and sighs.”

“Fanciful daydreams,” He mutters, eyes closed. You trace the faint veins on his eyelids , violet blue in the dappled sunlight. 'Like crocuses.'

“Not when I’m with you,” you shake your head. “I’ll make them a reality, I swear. On all the love I have for you.”

He shakes his head in answer, a denial ready on his lips.

“The Twilight sword––”

“As I said– Shall be laid to rest in my presence.” You look at him as if to dare him to refute. He doesn’t.

You turn tender. You scot closer, practically in his lap now, if only to see his lashes flutter, pupils dilating.

“If you do not worship a god you may worship me, as I do you. That is your fate.”

“...Alright.” He sighs then, shakes his head, as to rid himself of the trance you put him under. He stands, and offers a hand to you.

“Alright then. Let your words be what I live by–I am yours, if you so say.”

You take his hand and head home.

[heaven-s-black-box]

File- NSFW

One night, you stumble across a locked file in the archives. A warning appears when you try to open it. It would be wise to head the warning, but no one's around to stop you and the head researcher knows that telling you off isn't going to do anything. (She knows, she was in your shoes once too)

Back to directory

Positive Reinforcement- Ganyu x fem!Reader

Includes- fluff, slight plot, praise, fingering, one mention of panty gag

Pleasurable Destruction- Phantyla!Tingyun x afab-enby!Reader

Includes- slight plot, non-con, sadistic!Tingyun, slight blood, biting/scratching, dacryphilia, wrist restraint, fingering, choking, overstimulation

Stress relief- Agent Washington x fem!Reader

Includes- slight plot, cumming in clothes

Desecration- Dainsleif x fem!Reader

Includes- No plot, public sex, voyeurism, sacrilegious, creampie

Do it Better- Dansleif x fem!Reader

Includes- No plot, ambiguous relationship, masturbation, a dildo, fingering, eating out, slight voyeurism, overstimulation, creampie

How to Date Fuck a Dragon- Ganyu x fem!dragon!Reader

Includes- plot, mentions of heat, half-dragon form, ripping of clothes, mention of breeding

Home- Zhongli x wife!Reader

Includes- plot, half dragon form Zhongli, slight angst(?), oral (f receiving)

Homecoming- Dan Heng x boyfriend!Reader

Includes- slight plot, bottom Dan Heng, Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng, blow job, anal

Sparks- Lisa x Diluc (valentines event)

Includes- very little plot, blow job, public sex

Blurred Lines- Sunday x fem!Reader (Valentine's event)

Includes- slight plot, not much smut (sorry), office sex, fem receiving oral

Unwinding- Lumine x fem!Reader

Includes- plot, fluff, bath sex, fingering, oral (reader receiving)

Pact- Dainsleif x fem!Reader x traveler!Lumine

Includes- plot if you squint, FFM Threesome, NO DAIN X LUMINE (Do not read this expecting DainLumi), Oral (both F & M receiving), voyeurism, Reader gets called brat, talk of punishment, abyss!Aether x Reader at the end

Notes

General- Miyuki, Kuramochi, Mei

Turn ons- Miyuki, Sawamura, Furuya

Mine- Okumura, Haruichi, Miyuki

General- Masamune, Sanada, Jun, Shirakawa

[angel4astraea]

imagine after hundreds of years you find your lover, dansleif!

at first, he pushed you away and yelled at you, thinking that you were either an imposter or an illusion of his imagination. this continues until the second week; he cries and begs for forgiveness. of course, you forgive him and once again, you make love under the stars.

he's so gentle, afraid even. after so many years of being alone and full of inner resentment, he finally feeling something. . comfort? home? something like that, especially when he listens to your heartbeat. he kisses your chest where your heart is over and over again, thankful that you made it out alive five hundred years ago.

dansleif is so worried about you, even after you reassure him that making love is still normal--acceptable. after all, the two of you were 'married' as described by the villagers of liyue. he is your's and you are his.

the way his hips roll so tenderly against yours, lips promising to give you a child like you imagined before everything happened. would your child be like him or you? he kept placing his hand over your stomach, begging for the universe to allow this one thing to come into fruition.

would the child cover their right eye too? maybe. what about star shaped pupils? or what about their personality? archons, he couldn't wait to see you with child and milk leaking from your breasts.

with one last heave, he spilled into you and locked lips, thanking you for returning to him. he promises that you'll be intertwined with him until the bitter end. .

[kalims]

how genshin characters kiss you.

fluff, established relationship, kisses, physical intimacy.

diluc — kisses you tenderly like he's handling yet another glass of wine. the embrace he has you in is enough to make you melt against his touch. gentle, yet passionate, he always gets lost in the moment. the feeling of your lips against his makes his cheeks warm, this intimate gesture was a feeling he'd never thought that was this addicting. when he pulls away, expect him to look like his breath was caught away. red cheeks, messy hair. how endearing he looks.

"..."

kaeya — kisses you like you're the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. an arm wrapped around your waist while the other is carefully wrapped on the side of your face, these are the rare moments that kaeya let's his inner soul to be loved. you'd be suprised on how nice the kiss feels. It's just the right amount of deepness, to him. kaeya, knows exactly what things that get you like, sloppy kisses or fast ones. he uses his tall physique to tower over your body.

"ah, ah, ah.. I'm not finished with you yet."

tartaglia — kisses you like he's been wanting to even though you already kissed a while ago. tartaglia never gets enough of your lips, he finds the startled look on your face when he captures your lips in his own simply thrilling. with both his hands resting on your hips, tartaglia likes to get you in the moment with fast and sloppy kisses. he doesn't necessarily care for audience but there's just something about getting caught making out in one of those alleys.

"just one more."

zhongli — kisses you like you're a fragile doll that even the slightest touch may break your skin. old traditions have practically imprinted zhongli's mind, he's a complete gentleman. asking for your permission for a simple embrace, including kisses. he likes the feeling of your body pressed firmly against his. with his height, he sometimes has to lean down so he can capture your lips better. with his thumb rubbing soothing circles om your palm, and the other gently cupping your chin. zhongli cherishes these intimate moments.

"you are something else.."

xiao — kisses you like he doesn't know to. frankly, he actually doesn't. however he does have to admit that he first thought that the way mortals spoke so highly of a small interaction like 'kissing' a waste of time. the first time you both kissed though, xiao found himself sitting on top of wangshu inn looking at the starry veil that covered the sky with a finger over his lips. he felt literal tingles cover his body in a way it hadn't before. xiao is stiff but he will get the hang of kissing after a few times, he could've been a fast learner if he wasn't so nervous. (yes, you noticed.)

"how foolish, do it again."

venti — kisses you like he knows there'll be moments like this again and he couldn't wait for it. venti likes the feeling of your arm wrapped around his neck while his embraced your waist tightly. he likes to tease you by lighty pecking your lips then pulling away with a wink that makes your heart race, sometimes. he would pull you off your feet and spin you around. you still don't know how he does this though. probably because of the fact that he makes you lighter with anemo.

"how fun!"

albedo — kisses you like it's everything he'd ever needed. relationships are a hassle according to albedo. but when you get together he finally sees why every couple does everything they can to keep themselves together, he will drop everything and approach you if you asked for a kiss. don't worry, he isn't desperate. just curious as to why he feels so warm and loved in your embrace. albedo likes to take things slow, processing the tingles he feels each second.

"that was a new experience, do you mind if we do it again?"

scaramouchs — kisses you like he doesn't want to. that's actually an act of some sorts to look superior and all. the roll of his eyes and the strings of insults and denial that spill from his mouth makes it seem like he doesn't want to kiss you, you also laughed at the way he stiffened up when you actually pressed your lips against his. you've got to say. the red blush coating is cheeks in either embarrassment or anger was very cute. scaramouche likes to take things fast. RlRough and fast kisses are just in his nature so expect them when he's in a particularly good mood to pull you into a heated kiss.

"you want a kiss? no." (his last words before he actually kissed you later on)

dainsleif — kisses you like it's something he wanted to do but just hasn't gathered the courage to do so. he's a mysterious man, wanting to keep his thoughts to himself rather than speaking. however when he's with you, his quiet demeanor was quickly reduced to a fool completely in love with you, dansleif kisses you while leaning down seeing as he's quite tall. he doesn't know why but the sight of you trying to reach him on your tippy toes elitists a soft and gentle smile out of him.

"if you let me. may I?"

kaedehara kazuha — kissss you like he's overcome with love. perhaps it's the way he'd steal fleeting glances at your form so carelessly that even the crew had noticed. even so, he's a carefree soul looking for the true peace of his heart. when he notices his heart rate speed up along the way his face blooms in a soft shade of barely traceable red. he concludes that you are his eternal peace and happiness. when Kazuha first kisses you. It's like he's been waiting for this since forever. If it was you then he will wait forever.

"simply beautiful, no?"

lumine — kisses you like she's never done it before. it's actually true, she'd never gone this far. In a relationship atleast. to you, it's kinda amusing to see the headstrong and confident lumine reduced to a shy and flustered mess. ahe isn't sure on what to do so she just follows your lead. this is your downfall, cause she will get used to this and not be flustered anymore. the tables turn, she will sometimes suprise you with a kiss then walk away.

"I'm... what..?!"

[strwberri-milk]

Here’s an idea How you meet ft Dainsleif, Baizhu and enjou(seperately )

Female reader

Fluff plz

Als may I be tagged if it’s done plz

Dainsleif, Baizhu, Enjou X Reader || Fluff, Dainsleif just collapses bc he's old and tired || 1.4k words

(a/n - unfortunately I couldn't find too many of the kinds of voicelines I wanted to for them to study up so i hope that these portrayals are to your liking! i would also like to say requests are open so if anyone else would like to feel free to send yours in!)

Dansleif:

The day feels so much longer than usual. The herb picking you do only gets more and more tedious with time. It was exhausting work but as soon as you heard that some of the most elusive flowers were spotted blooming at a nearby cliff's edge you just had to make your way to it. After all, if you had them in your possession you'd be able to take care of so many more ailments than you were currently capable of.

You sit yourself down on the grass, sighing a little as you take a breather. It was a beautiful day at least, making the work smoother. For a second, you consider laying down to take a nap. The area was relatively safe after all and it couldn't hurt to just close your eyes for a second.

Just as you're about to, a man comes out of the forest, struggling to breathe properly and limping. His eyes meet yours for a split second, the striking blue and star-like pupil set startling you before he falls down, clearly in pain.

Thankfully, you were perfectly prepared.

When the man comes to, you quickly press a flask of tea into his hands, urging him to drink before speaking. You can see the hesitation on his face, about to return it to you when you take a drink of it yourself, letting some of it drip down the side of your mouth so he can confirm that you weren't just duping him, giving it to him again.

"You don't seem to be too injured," you say gratefully. "I think you just collapsed from exhaustion. Don't worry - I know what I'm doing. I'm a healer at a nearby village."

His eyes search your face, trying to determine if you were lying to him or not. Against his better judgment, he takes a sip of the tea, pleasantly surprised at how it tastes. You wait to see if he'll say anything about it, fiddling with your hands as he finishes it and returns your flask to you. He stands up and experimentally flexes his muscles, the stiffness from before totally abated.

"Thank you," he says with a clearing of his throat, nodding at you.

"I'm sorry for any distress I may have caused."

You shake your head, brushing off the dirt from your clothes.

"Don't mention it, really. I'm just glad you're alright. If you need anything you can come back to my home. I can send you off with a few good meals and some more herbs after you get some rest."

He shakes his head, turning away from you.

"I have a lot of work to do. As generous as the offer is, I'm afraid I can't take you up on it."

You get the sense that if you don't say anything to him right now you'll never see him again, a small voice in your head begging you to not let that happen.

"If you ever need me please don't hesitate to come here and find me. I'm [Name] and my door will always be open for you." The man pauses at your words and faces you again, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Is that so?" he confirms, a slight smile coming to his lips at your small nod.

"I'll be sure to come back then."

Baizhu:

As per usual you find yourself cooped up in the library. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy being here, no being amongst all this knowledge was something you loved. You just wished you weren't so bored.

The pile of books next to you don't really have a specific set of information, more so just some things that you thought would be fun to read. It sits virtually untouched as you give it the millionth once over, about to reach out and grab one when another hand touches yours from behind you.

"So sorry about that," a smooth voice calls from behind you.

"I was under the impression you wouldn't be reading it."

You turn to face the voice, starting slightly when you recognise the famed pharmacist Baizhu. He gives you a polite smile and you return it, taking the book he was reaching for off your pile and reading off the title. Of course - it was a book about ancient medicinal brewing practices.

"Are you studying?" he asks you curiously, taking the book out of your hand when you offer it to him.

"No. I just thought the cover was pretty and thought the content should be just as interesting," you explain, taking a different book to begin reading.

"It can be quite fascinating, or boring if you aren't going to use the knowledge."

He sits down next to you and begins to parse through the pages himself, you not minding his quiet company. His reputation preceded him and you supposed that it was understandable with such a talented man. Those who were at the top tended to have their excentricities after all.

"I just have a natural curiosity for knowledge is all," you respond, thumbing through your own book.

"It's good to be inquisitive," he praises, a light laugh in his voice. "Perhaps I should pick your brain one day and see what all that reading has given you."

You watch him get up from his seat and begin to head toward the checkout kiosk, clearing your throat and prompting him to turn back and face you.

"That sounds like it'd be fun. Perhaps we can meet here again tomorrow?" you suggest shyly, glad to see him nod.

"Tomorrow it is."

Enjou:

Being as adventurous as you are has both its advantages and disadvantages. Right now you found yourself in a slight predicament, not sure how to decipher any of the texts on the walls of the room you're standing in despite promising your guild that you would be able to bring back some of this lost knowledge.

Your foot taps against the stone floor, trying to figure out how to proceed from here. If you remembered your Kamera then you wouldn't have any issue showing it to the others, but you left it at home in your excitement to explore. Maybe you could try to replicate them in your notebook but considering the state of chicken scratch the rest of your writings were you didn't have very much hope for their integrity.

Regardless, you pull out your notebook to try your hand at it. It'd be better to return with something rather than nothing after all. Maybe you could learn something new in your efforts to follow the lines faithfully and produce something that would be close enough that it was legible.

As you're about to begin you hear footsteps coming up behind you, clutching your book to your chest in surprise as someone approaches you. You guess that he's interested in the same thing as you, barely glancing at you as he focuses on the script on the rock. He breezes past you to get a better look, you sidestepping a little to give him a better view.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" he asks you after a second, not bothering to turn back to look at you.

"It's a little difficult to properly determine where this is from but if we had the right archival materials I'm sure it would be easy to do it."

"Really?"

You tilt your head a little after your question, trying to understand how he could do something that seems complicated and speak of it so simply. It made almost no sense to you but you were wildly impressed.

"Do you study history?" you continue, the curious tone in your voice piquing his interest enough that he looks back at you.

"You could say that," he responds, bringing his hand up to his chin as he further regards the writing on the wall.

"Even if I didn't this writing is interesting regardless. It seems quite different from what you would normally see around Teyvat."

The man in front of you is a perfect stranger but it doesn't take much effort to discern that he has a vivid interest in all of this. You're sure that if you push him a little more he'll be more than willing to tell you all that he knows about it, something about him drawing you further in.

"Is that so?" you start to guide, curious to see if he'll fall for the harmless trap you've set out.

"Aren't you clever?" he chuckles, seeing through you right away.

"Do you just want to hear me blather on and on?"

The look on your face tells him yes and he shakes his head with a smirk, crossing his arms and deciding to humor you anyway.

[le-cinnamonrolls-and-roses]

🐶 Listen When I Talk | Genshin Impact

• content : no warnings! | Xiao, Childe, Zhongli, Albedo, Tohma, Diluc, Kaeya, Dainsleif, Aether | why he just loves listening to your voice.

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"truthfully? it, er," he clears his throat, nimble hands rubbing up and down your upper arm for a while before he grabs your hands between his to trace patterns on your knuckles with his thumbs, “your voice...silences the voices in my head,”

• Xiao, Childe

“the things you have to say intrigue me, if i’m being fairly honest,” he hums thoughtfully, “they make for wonderful conversation and i never have to worry about talks with you going sour,”

• Zhongli, Albedo

"well, in my line of work, i either have to listen to myself talk all day, or endure new sounds and voices on a daily basis,” he looks up at you sheepishly, “yours is the only constant i’ll never get tired of listening to,”

• Tohma, Diluc, Kaeya

"well, i suppose i..." his voice trails off with a hum, eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to think of the right things to say, "hearing your voice and hearing you talk about the things you enjoy, your dreams and aspirations remind me that i have something to live for, and to protect,"

• Dainsleif, Aether

[masterdilucs-c0cksleeve]

Dainsleif’s Anceint Stars Cocktail

This drink is just as mysterious and mesmerizing as the man the drink was named after. Flavors that seem otherworldly and reserved for those from another world. The ingredients are a close held secret and not even Dainsleif will tell you what’s in it.

[🔞] DIRTY Cocktails

hmmm… Sold Out!

[👼] VIRGIN Cocktails

hmmm… Sold Out!

[👯] GROUP Deals

hmmm… Sold Out!

[xazse]

KinkTober Day 3

Overstimulation! With Dainsleif! And fem!reader

NSFW

Warnings: Overstimulation

“Poor baby” you pout with that fake warped frown on your face, if you were truly feeling bad you’d stop and give the man what he wants. Knowing you, you’ll continue to torture him for as long as you see fit.

Your eyes show the poor man no sympathy, seemingly only interested in his reactions every-time you stoke his cock. He can’t hide his beet red face anymore not with you gripping his face with strength he’s never noticed or seen before. It feels so good but hurts so bad, his thighs are twitching after every stroke of your hand. You’re avoiding his tip like the plague not wanting to give it any attention.

Your hand works fast up his cock, creamy white precum staining your neatly manicured fingers, you make sure to make it sting when you grip him dragging your hand up and down in a complete rotation. A mere human defiling and turning this man into someone or something he didn’t even know existed.

He’s trying to meet you at the middle but every time he thrusts his hips up you’ll quickly pull your hand away and pop him like a child who doesn’t know any better. The pleasure is never ending his cock feels like it’s going to explode if he doesn’t cum right in this moment.

His thighs tighten around your hand signaling that he’s going to come but you don’t stop stroking him till he’s bent over, groaning when spurts of white stain his tummy.

You finally decide to let go and pepper his face with the softest kisses he’s ever received. “Good boy” you repeat whilst still kissing him in the same spot.

“Ready for round 2 baby?” You smile with that persuasive face.

He’s whining like a damn kitten, you’ve dumbed him down to nothing but the feeling of orgasm and after orgasm. The painful ache in his stomach won’t go away, your wrist won’t go away, it just keeps pumping and pumping at his length, inflamed tip even more redder than before. Drool seeps down from his mouth and draws a path down his chest. You make sure to lick all that up with a lewd sound every-time you finish licking it all up.

“M’sorry baby, you’re doing so good, don’t you feel good too?” He lets out a loud sob, yes he’s feeling so good, yes he loves when you call him a good boy he loves it all. He loves all the praise that’s coming from out of those sweet lips, won’t you spare some more?

[yoimix]

「 sweet nothing 」

time is the first and foremost adversary to lovers. 

despite that, you took DAINSLEIF’s hand beside the fountain in the heart of khaenri’ah. it was fitting to him then, that a kingdom was built around this when you looked at him with all that is good in humanity. khaenri’ah may have been a nation without a god, but in you, there was a religion he was willing to put his faith in. it began all too suddenly—and it ended all too suddenly.

at first, the very name of yours filled him with fire that would put the pyro archon to shame. a slip of it from his subordinates in the royal guard would earn the harshest glare. as captain, he ought to keep his men in check. but you, oh, he hadn’t accounted for a royal advisor’s heir, and all the distractions you brought with you. it’s unfitting of a knight to feel as he did for you. but he admitted it to you, blurted it out almost, the moment you took his hand.

“captain?” your eyes never stopped glimmering. even in the darkest hours of night, you’d be shining as bright as stars. they were almost like guiding lights to him, the way he would find himself in your embrace every break he got.

he could never get tired of counting the constellations in your eyes. they charted his whole sky. 

“hello, (name),” he spoke far too quickly. the captain of the khaenri’ahn royal guard does not get nervous. but your hands were so warm, he wanted to cave into you right then.

“oh, don’t be so formal, dain,” you giggled. “i was only teasing.”

“oh? i... i don’t understand, i’m afraid.”

it made you break further into laughter, clutching your stomach as he looked at you perplexed. he missed your warmth the moment your hands left his. 

“you’re so stiff! aren’t we close friends already?” you placed your hands on your hips. “i mean it’s cute in a way, but i don’t want to fluster you into a statue.”

oh, so you were aware of the effect you had? 

you huffed. “you act like such an enigma, but you’re just like me, aren’t you?”

dainsleif was nothing like you. you were the ever lively wind to his unyielding stone, blooming life to his strict stillness. there couldn’t possibly be a thread of connection between the two of you, apart from the silent adoration he held for you and your way of doing things.

“you love like i do.” 

dainsleif could never tell what drew you to that conclusion. but you were right. he did love like you did. and he lost like you did.

but he admitted it you—the only one he could say overflowing words to till the end of time, even if they were sweet nothings. a look of worry had flashed across your face at your confession and he wasted no moment to take your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it. the action finally made you seal your lips, and dainsleif’s quaint smile followed not long after. would that mean you were courting? 

nothing brought him more joy than you did, your touches and kisses, your demands to hear his voice before drifting off to sleep. eventually, though, work took over and you were left with inteyvat flowers to keep time and lull you to sleep. and oh, how you still adored them because he picked them for you.

when they said the end was coming, dainsleif never realized how soon it would be. he’d taken lives before, but it took a cataclysm for him to understand what it takes to protect one. he didn’t get to say goodbye—and now he whispers it to the sky each night. 

dynasties hardly ever end with warnings. ashes and dust cloud his memories of the aftermath. he’s grateful in a way. it would pain him to remember the exact moment. 

if only his faith were stronger, could he have, at the very least, perished together with you? the sickness at his fingertips grows. he can’t touch anything alive anymore. it hurts to feel the memories of warmth. 

dainsleif is the bough keeper, and he is not meant to be more than this role assigned to him. 

he runs his finger over the inteyvat petals, the wear of time adorning its surface. does it ever miss the khaenri’ahn lands? does it miss the rich soil and the crystal water like he misses your gentle touch and spirited laugh? all you ever wanted from him was nothing but his presence, his words—and he was as cruel as he could be. he would give anything to go home to you now, to hold your smiling face, to kiss you till you laugh. oh, but time, time is unforgiving. he has no home. his wandering is eternal and fruitless.

and when he remembers your face on the last day, it makes sense to him, why they punished him so gravely.

[picoporii]

Do They F*ck Or Make Love?

I did one of this for Moon Knight so i thought why not do Genshin as well.

Also request are open!!

G/N!reader x Childe,Kaeya,Zhongli,Ayato,Diluc,Thoma,Itto, Beidou,Ningguang,Lisa,Rosaria,Ei,Yae Miko,Dansleif

NSFW.....

Childe

Mr harbinger here is most definitely an asshole in bed. He wants to see your pretty face covered in tears will degrade the shit out of you but its all love.

So he definitely...

Fucks

Kaeya

Kaeya much like childe is an asshole, he likes to have his way with you. Calls you names like Baby or His little slut, depends on his mood he is also always a fucking tease.

He for sureee ...

Fucks

Zhongli

Zhongli was an archon and is like 6000yrs old. He had to take full complete control. And its alot like this in bed Zhongli likes to be in control but wouldn't mind being soft or totally not being in control.

He.....

Fucks and Makes Love

Ayato

Every bit of fanfiction i have read about him was just him being an absolute ass. He likes to have his way is super rough, yato has no chill

He....

Fucks

Diluc

Diluc is a stoic man, he barely shows emotions and he would use this as an opportunity to show you how much he loves you.

He loves to....

Makes love

Thoma

I don't have a lot to say about this but Thoma, Thoma the house wife,Mr male wife you don't have to think too deep about it

He....

Makes love

Itto

This big dumb himbo(so cute i love him😫) just wants to show you that he loves you so much. Belive me he tries so hard to be gentle but you just feel so good he can't control himself at all

Demon boy.....

Fucks but thats him making love

Beidou

Captain of the crux fleet, she likes to take charge whether it be in the streets or in the sheets she is in control. Loves to make you feel good but will tease you so much. Loves watching your face contort in pleasure.

She....

Fucks

Ningguang

The Tianquan of Liyue Qixing she is always in control, always so damn busy. You guys rarely ever get time together so whenever it happens you guys are always trying your best to cherish your time together.

She...

Makes love

Lisa

Lisa is a tease from the moment you meet her. She is very sweet and likes to cherish every moment you have together she may call you nicknames and tease you but she is the sweetest in bed.

She...

Makes love

Ei/Raiden

The Riden Shogun very strict ruler. She has been by herself for so long, personally i believe she just wants to be held so every time the two of you are together in bed she is so gentle,kissing you after every action. She just wants to be loved

She....

Makes love

Yae Miko

Yae is a menace plain and simple she just goes around calling ayato a little shit in my words. She enjoys teasing you so much,she is absolutely ruthless in bed will edge you and everything

She...

Fucks

Dansleif

Dansleif has never felt the touch of a person before(idk why i even said this) dan is really old,500 years old to be specific , he has learned to cherish the things he has so he does exactly that

He.....

Makes love

This are all my personal head canons so you may not agree also Requests are open for now I hope you enjoyed it

[yyunari]

LUCID DREAM ! sim jaeyun

SYNOPSIS  . many might recognize y/n as one of the most beloved and rounded 4th generation idols. being in aespa brought her a lot of popularity and made her really well known, especially for her talents and bubbly personality. when y/n becomes a music bank mc along with enhypen’s sunghoon, what will happen when she meets her old high school crush from back in australia?

STATUS . discontinued :(

PAIRING  . jake x reader, other idols x reader

FEATURING  . enhypen , aespa , txt , skz , loona + other 4th gen groups

GENRE  . fluff, humor, angst

WARNINGS  . cursing, probably inaccurate depiction of idols lives’

TAGLIST . closed !

profiles / slayspa!! / enhaipeun

001 - what is su gnoma?

002 - someone mute r*ki please

003 - jakey poopy bear

004 - Fancy cheeses

005 - i am the makekne

006 - rip dansleif 🫶

╰ extra (1) — jules haters

007 - yelan dancing to wa da da??

008 - welcome home cheater

009 - chokes on air

010 - penguins kissing

011 - @/hooooonie hi 🥰🥰🥰

012 - its You…… i”lland

013 - hanbin debut when

014 - thanks ningning

015 - music bank (1.1k words)

016 - girl fights

017 - 4th gen it girl

018 - hey 🙁 hi

╰ extra (2) — _mysticalprincess_

permanent taglist : @muhwaa @hoori @yizhoutv @ja4hyvn @maiwon @koakyuu @carayat

[albaedough]

"You're Marvelous. ."

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 1.4k+

Characters: Dainsleif

Pairings: Dainsleif x VirginFem!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ 18+ ONLY ⚠️, virgin reader, self-conscious reader, body hair, penetration, tummy bulge, overstim, multiple orgasms, praising, princess play

Taglist: @stygianoir

Special thanks to @/scumharu for helping me with ideas/scenarios and bouncing them back and forth with me, ilyyy <3

Click below for more~

Dainsleif

The trek was long and arduous. With sweat trickling down your face and heaving breaths, you wipe the sweat from your brow, eyeing Dainsleif, who, much to your surprise, doesn't seem to have broken a sweat. Continuing your journey, the two of you weren't quite sure where you were going, but one thing was certain, you desperately wanted a bath. Breaking the silence first, Dainsleif stops you, "There's a clearing up ahead; let us rest there for the night. You must be tired," he says gently, guiding you to the clearing. Your eyes widen at your new surroundings; decorated in the middle is what appears to be a hot spring, the warm steam looking so inviting.

Taking in the joyous feeling, you rush forward, beginning to strip off your mud-caked clothing, almost completely forgetting about Dainsleif until you hear his throat clear, "D-don't look!" you shout towards him, throwing your clothing haphazardly to the ground below. Before getting in, the sense of dread consumes you, and you sigh. The prickling hair of your legs and your unkempt womanhood had you feeling self-conscious, "P-please don't look this way," you plead, and Dainsleif obeys, giving you the space you need to bathe in peace.

Finally submerging yourself, you relax, the warmth of the water completely opening up your pores as you scrub the dirt and debris away from your skin. Finally, feeling at ease and clean, you lift one of your legs, eyeing the hairs that adorned it, wishing that you didn't have so much hair. Sighing reluctantly, you turn your head to reach for your clothes but can't find them. Positioning your whole body, you glance up from the hot spring and notice your clothes and Dainsleif are nowhere in sight. Panicking, you call out nervously, "D-Dain? Where are you?!" you shout before hearing a rustling behind some bushes, and emerging, is Dainsleif, shirtless, and your jaw drops, "U-uhm. .where are my clothes?" you ask shyly, turning your face away from him.

"Ah, I took them to a nearby river to wash them. I figured you'd like to relax in there for a while, but if you're ready to get out, this will do for now," Dainsleif says, taking his cape and handing it to you. Grasping at it gingerly, you step cautiously out of the hot spring, ensuring you are fully covered. Still feeling self-conscious, you turn away from him, trying to fidget with the cape, but his wandering eyes catch your shy gaze. A feeling of hunger arose in Dansleif's gut as he began to study your physique, his soft sapphire eyes slowly following the natural shape of your body. As if he was caught in a daze, Dansleif's gaze stops at the curvature of your hips, blending all too nicely with the rest of your body, much to his liking. Finally, continuing his glance downwards, he feels his breath hitch as he reaches your ankles, and you feel the world spin.

Is he fond of the view, or is he uncomfortable around the presence of my unshaven body? The latter concern won in the monologue in your head, and immediately, you snap back to your senses, not caught under his intense watch any longer. Swiftly, you spin around, clutching the cloak until your knuckles begin turning white and begin, "Ah. . I-I'm!" your breath failing you between despondent words. Finally, with one steady breath, you muster up the courage, "I'm very sorry. I'm an adventurer, as you know, so I don't feel the need to shave, let alone even think about it. Please forgive my awful state. ." you say, turning your back to him, hiding from embarrassment.

Feeling a warmth emanating on your back, you're quick to realize Dainsleif had stepped closer to you, grazing his hands along your hips, causing you to shiver, "My sincerest apologies for staring. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he murmurs, feeling you tense up, he continues, "May I be honest with you?"

Waiting to hear those dreadful words, you tightly close your eyes, but much to your surprise, he blurts out, "You are enticing, body hair or not, you see. . .you've turned me on. The way my cloak is tightly wrapped around your body. . .is stunning, and I can't contain myself. Might you allow me to continue. .?" Dainsleif confesses while his impressive manhood probes at your derriere; behind the cloth of his pants, it hungers for more.

Cheeks growing warm and your eyes widening in surprise, the only thing you can muster as you instinctively press into him is, "I-I don't know much because I'm a virgin; so please be gentle," you say, allowing him permission to continue, his breath hitching as he grabs your hips to grind into you. Feeling more confident, you slowly remove his cape, letting it fall to the ground below. In response, Dainsleif trails his hands down your body, meticulously taking tender care of your breasts as you let out small moans of pleasure, embarrassed that such a slight touch could get you so wet.

Wriggling your hips further into his groin Dainsleif sucks in a breath, "If you keep doing things like that, I may not be able to control myself, Princess," he muses, pushing you up against a nearby tree, still gently twisting and flicking at your nipples as you brace yourself against the tree, "You're. .just delightful," Dainsleif confesses, and finally, with one hand, he trails down your abdomen and towards your excited folds, keeping one hand at your breast. Finding your clit with ease, he slowly rubs at it, paying no mind to the hair in place as you whimper under him, "I promise to make your first time just as appetizing as you. ." Dainsleif continues, kissing down your neck as you pitifully moan his name.

Already feeling yourself near the edge, you grind into the rhythm of his fingers, setting you off, "D-dain. .!" you call weakly as your folds gush around his fingers, "I th-think I came~," you breathe heavily, your body still convulsing under the pleasure as he removes his slick fingers out of your cunt and thumb away from your clit. Turning to face Dainsleif, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down so his lips greet yours.

Tongues battling, Dainsleif hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as you cling to his shoulders, desperate for more. Your slick wet cunt stains his pants, and pulling away from the kiss, Dainsleif catches his breath, "Oh lovely Princess, I'm far from over; are you prepared?" he asks softly, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you nod at him timidly, glancing down at your messy cunt. Holding you up with one arm, Dainsleif releases his cock, having it slap at your womanhood eagerly as you gasp in surprise at his impressive length. Holding your breath, you brace yourself, closing your eyes tightly as Dainsleif takes your hips in his hands, positioning his dick right at your slick folds, "This might hurt, my love. .I'll be gentle," Dainsleif coos, kissing the top of your forehead as he pushes into your cunt slowly.

Feeling his girth in you, you moan out his name as you grit in pain, biting your bottom lip as he pulls out and then eases himself in again, "A-ah, Dain, i-it hurts. ." you cry pitifully as he reassures you with gentle kisses, easing in and out of you until you no longer feel pain, but pleasure. Hearing his groans of delight sends you towards Celestia, and becoming more confident, you nip into the crook of his neck, and Dainsleif growls, slamming his cock into you roughly, unable to contain himself any longer.

"You're taking me so well, Princess. ." Dainsleif murmurs between soft groans. Pushing you further into the tree's bark, you were sure you would be left with scratches, but paying no mind, he continued to ram into you. Looking down, you can't help but admire the way his cock slid in and out of you with ease. The way your tummy rose with each thrust of his dick got your head spinning.

Nearing your climax once again, you cling onto him, tears stinging your eyes as he rails into you, over and over, grazing your sweet spot each time. Not familiar with this feeling, your toes curl in delight, and your breath quickens, your heartbeat pounding rapidly, "I-I think I'm going to e-explode~ A-ahh~," you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around his cock as he throws his head back and groans from the tightness of your orgasm.

Dainsleif, thrusting harder and faster into you as you ride out your orgasm, "Yes, Baby. .cum for me, just like that, H-hngh. ." he groans, pulling out abruptly as his hot cum paints your cunt and tummy with sticky goodness, "Marvelous. ." Dainsleif coos as he kisses you softly and pulls away; he continues, "Shall we get you cleaned back up?"

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[strwberri-milk]

What about they confess ? And for Enjou he Reveals he is an abyss herald and reader is ok with it, fluff plz for Dainsleif , enjou and Baizhu .

(a/n - plot spoilers for Enkanomiya patch - also, i'm testing out hc format again! it's been a while since i've done it so im using this to practice :D)

I imagine Dainsleif struggled a lot with coming to his feelings.

It started with a simple visit to your home

Then another, and another, and another

When his days began to feel too empty without your presence he realised that he might have grown too dependant on the warmth you brought to his mundane.

Even if that mundane isn't really as plain as most people's he welcomed your break from his monotony

Honestly, he didn't even think he wanted to confess. It'd make things much too dangerous for you. Just being near him was risky but he couldn't help the draw he had to you.

Ultimately, he decided to confess when he watched you care for someone else's injuries with the same tenderness you did his.

A big part of him told him not to do it, that he had more important things to worry about, a land to protect, a promise he made to himself so many centuries ago.

But the soft way you reassured them they'd be fine, the kind look in your eyes, the way you sent them off, and that look in their eyes was one that made his heart wrench painfully.

When he confessed it was quite simple.

You knew he was avoiding you for some reason, his routine visits dwindling.

It was okay. You didn't expect him to stay, not when you could tell he had something far greater than you could ever understand to deal with. You were perfectly content, even thrilled to just settle for a glimpse of him when he returned to replenish a few supplies for his camp.

That was until one morning when you opened the door to see him standing there about to knock on the door.

There was something in his eyes you couldn't understand and you wordlessly step aside to let him into your home the same way he did countless times.

"I need to tell you something."

The words send a chill down your back. You don't think you've done anything to anger him but you nod regardless, sitting down at your table to wait for him to speak.

When he does it's nothing like what you expected. A few simple words slip past his lips so easily it's hard to imagine that they shattered your world.

"I've developed feelings for you that are so all-encompassing that I find it difficult to imagine a world where our paths have never crossed."

They're said in such a factual manner, as though it was inevitable for him to fall for you and that fact makes you smile as you take his hands in yours, mirroring his proclamation.

You never anticipated that simply inspecting ruins on a whim would lead you to a close friendship with the most unlikely of a person.

You were glad that Enjou was fairly straightforward. Chaotic, even.

You didn't feel like there was some sort of agenda with him his knowledge vast and curiosity somehow even vaster.

He was friendly and warm and if you asked him nicely he'd join you on your multitude of adventures if you told him that you would be looking at more ruins.

He seemed incredibly fascinated when you somehow got permission to visit Enkanomiya, raising a brow with suspicion and that good-natured grin of his.

It was then that he dropped a bombshell so casually you thought you misheard him.

There was no possible way, right? No way that what he was just saying was true.

And yet he stood in front of you with an easy smile, almost amused at the way you reacted.

"What? You don't believe me? I am, really. Do you want to see?"

You shake your head, trying to process that somehow, the Enjou you'd grown to care for was actually an Abyss Lector, something you were supposed to fear and run away from.

But he wasn't anything like the creatures you'd heard of, the violent and destructive beings who were willing to decimate anybody who got in the way of their goals.

It was terrifying to come to terms with and to be honest you're not too sure how fast you'll be able to adjust.

In spite of that, you were okay with it. You weren't a threat of any kind and you didn't doubt that a creature as powerful as he must be would have taken you out a long time ago if you were some threat.

You suppose that explained a lot of his eccentricities, almost too distracted to notice the way he stepped closer to you with a grin on his face.

"I'm telling you because I want to stay by your side. Don't you think that's only fair considering how you've forced my interest to become solely focused on you?"

His confession comes out of left field, this one just as distracting as the other but you can't help the burst of happiness you feel at the words, nodding slowly and returning his smile.

Working for a pharmacy was a lot more difficult than you'd initially anticipated, but you enjoyed the challenge that came with it.

Baizhu was right - your ever-wandering mind and overall determination to do the best you could made you thrive under his mentorship.

Not only that but Qiqi somehow managed to warm up to you even if she struggled to remember her name.

You looked up to him and respected him, even more now that you knew who the man was underneath some of the veneers he put on for people when they came to him as patients.

It was easy for your admiration to turn affection with the way he praised you for simple things and the attractive way he just stood there.

Seriously, why was he so hot just standing?

Regardless, you pushed all those feelings and fantasies back as you worked to finish the new concoction he wanted you to create, citing it as a good experience as it used a lot of what you had learned from other procedures in conjunction with each other.

He was watching you carefully from across the counter as you moved through the steps with the accuracy he expected you to, making positive sounds as you go through them in your head simultaneously.

When you finish you present him the fruits of your labour - some kind of edible supplement meant to just help invigorate someone in their daily life.

Dipping his pinky into the mixture he nods as he gives it a taste, properly ensuring that you didn't mess up one of the steps even under his scrutinizing gaze.

His simple yet warm praise was enough to bring warmth to your cheeks, averting your gaze a little.

"Of course I'd fall for someone as clever as you."

You think you'll drop the pestle in your hand, doing some sort of weird maneuver to stop it from falling when he comes over and lightly holds your wrist anyway, giving you a warm smile when you return his feelings.