#dom!baizhu

[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Baizhu - More than Friends

summary: You're tired of being second best and your best friend shows you, you deserve more.

Warnings: Cunninglings, breast play, intense make out session, couch sex, handsfree cumming, Sub!Reader, Dom!baizhu, Female!reader

 

“I’m so fucking tired of it ZhuZhu! I do everything for him and even when I want to be with him she’s still there!” I complained while laying in Baizhu’s lap. He hummed and brushed his fingers through my hair as he continued studying, “Sometimes I wonder if I’m making the wrong move to stay with him. I mean it’s obvious he’s in love with Carrie, why else would he invite her everywhere! I bet the only reason he hasn’t asked her out is cause she’s married!” I said. Baizhu pushed his glasses up and looked at me disheartened.

“Alright well the next time you go somewhere invite me, he’ll bring Carrie anyways.” Baizhu stated, I played with his hair and looked at him, “Won’t I be just as bad as him?” I asked

“No.” I smiled and sat up and hugged Baizhu and snuggled him, “Thanks ZhuZhu!” I then left his apartment and went home. The next morning I asked if he wanted to come to the mall with me and he agreed and I waited for him while Carrie and Allen talked to each other and Baizhu appeared with a black turtleneck, brown plaid pants, black converse and his sleeves were rolled up  showing off his forearms and his hair was done like a viking with braids on the side of his head and a half ponytail that suited him and showed off the snake tattoo he had. He chuckled and came to me. 

“Hello Orchid.” Baizhu said, caressing my hair and smiling. Orchid was a nickname he used for me that he knew I loved.

“Hey ZhuZhu.” I said, stunned by my best friend’s appearance, I looked at Carrie and Allen. Allen seemed outraged and Carrie was stunned, she was drooling over Baizhu and I felt jealous and hugged his arm. 

The four of us went to explore the mall when Baizhu stopped walking and I looked at him confused, “Why are you passing your favorite store orchid?” He asked if I looked and saw the plushies and bit my lip. 

“It’s ok, I don’t need to go!” I said, Baizhu hummed and took my hand and intertwined our fingers and led me inside the store and Carrie followed us all while Allen followed her. I instantly found a cute raccoon plushie and snuggled it and bounced, but as I searched my pockets I realized I left my wallet at home. Allen was about to speak up when Baizhu handed me his black credit card. 

“Go on cutie,” I beamed and hugged Baizhu and nuzzled into his chest and took the card. I went to the register and hurried to buy the plushie. When I looked back at Baizhu I noticed him giving Carrie and Allen a cold look but he came over seemingly annoyed and I looked at him tilting my head, “what happened?” I asked

Baizhu put his arm around me and huffed, “Nothing, anyways, that jewelry set you sent me, where’d you find that?” Baizhu asked

“Oh! I found it on Icing’s store page? Anyways, I found it there, why?” I asked. Baizhu smiled and looked down at me. 

“Let’s go get it for you, maybe you can finally pick out my piercings.” I gasped, and looked at Baizhu stunned. Baizhu had nine piercings, four on each ear and a septum piercings that he normally hid since he was a doctor and piercings can be ‘scary’ for the kids he work with. I bounced in my place and gave him a wide smile.

“Really?!” I asked

“Yeah, I’ll wear them the next time we go out.” I whispered a ‘yes’ as I went to the register and rang up. I'm not sure when but Baizhu had taken back his card and handed it to the cashier. 

“You know I really don’t see boyfriend’s supporting their girlfriend’s plushie addiction.” The cashier joked and Baizhu laughed, I was about to correct the cashier when Baizhu spoke up. 

“Whatever makes her happy, besides it’s either plushies or books with her.” The cashier chuckled and handed me the plushie back and I was led out of the store stunned, but not in a bad way rather in a very good way. Baizhu hadn’t corrected that woman and for some reason that made my heart swell. Allen never did anything like that, especially when Carrie was around, “So what’s the next stop my orchid?” I smiled shyly and snuggled into Baizhu’s side happily and he chuckled playing with my hair as we walked. 

“I wanna pick out your piercings.” Baizhu hummed and we went to the piercing shop in the mall and I hadn’t realized but Carrie and Allen were following us silently. I went around picking out the piercing Baizhu rock and they were all gold.

“These! They’d compliment your hair and-” Baizhu cupped my face which shut me up.

“No need to explain Orchid. I’m sure they’d look wonderful.” Baizhu took the piercings from me and went to check out and I realized he wasn’t making me explain my reason for picking them out like Allen did. He simply trusted me and went with what I picked. I felt so seen, looked after. I didn’t need to convince Baizhu to wear something I thought he’d like or look good in. I didn’t need to ask for things he simply supplied and he seemed upset around Carrie which made me smile. Baizhu came back over and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and smiled sweetly. 

“Now since you picked something out for me, I want to get you something.” Baizhu said.

“But you already paid for Mr. Coffian.” I tilted my head raising the plushie a bit. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t pick him out. So come on.” Baizhu led me to a store and began picking out an outfit and I noticed everything he gave was my size. Normally Allen would hand me smalls and said I needed to lose weight. Baizhu memorized my sizes, and handed me a white turtleneck, a beige pencil skirt and a trench coat with some low-heeled combat boots, I basically matched Baizhu and looked at him then the outfit. 

“This is way too much! I picked out a few piercings and you chose a whole outfit!” I protested, Baizhu snapped and went to look at the jewelry and picked out a fantasy-style gold ring and a cute necklace and earring set also gold. He placed those on the pile of clothes and smiled as he admired the outfit. 

“Alright go try on the outfit.” I looked at him dumbfounded.

“Baizhu~” I whined, “I can’t accept this!” I said. Baizhu booped my nose. 

“Well it’s either you accept this outfit or I buy you everything you basically look at.” I warned. I quickly shook my head.

“I’ll accept it!” I said and rushed to the fitting room and changed and in all honesty I was stunned, everything fit well and matches well too.I stepped out of the fitting room and Baizhu smiled and came closer using his nose to kiss my forehead, “You look much better now, how do you feel?” Baizhu asked.

“. . .Comfty.” I said.

“Good now, change back and then we’ll go eat.” I blinked and tilted my head. 

“Eat?” I asked, I began looking around not seeing Carrie or Allen and then looked back at Baizhu, “Where’d Allen and Carrie go?” I asked. 

“Y/n, please, change back.” Baizhu seemed a bit upset so I changed and handed baizhu the clothes. We paid for them and while walking to his car -Since Allen drove Carrie and I- I took his hand in mine and looked at him. 

“Why’d they leave?” I asked

Baizhu sighed and groaned, “That fucking-” he took a deep breath and shook his head, “No, I’m not letting those two ruin my date with you.” I paused and stopped walking.

“Wait, Date??” I asked, Baizhu sighed and looked back at me and seemed upset. 

“Listen Orchid, when we were in that plushie store you like Allen asked why I was there and to leave, when I told him I was there for you he got all pissy and Carrie tried feeling me up. He then came over when I was checking out for the piercings telling me to back off of you and I told him no since you deserve better than that prick. And when you went to change Carrie groped me and I told Allen off and he glared at her and then told me that I could ‘have that cheating slut’ when he referred to you, and dragged Carrie away. So,” Baizhu sighed and looked at me sadly, “Can I take you on a date? One you deserve?” Baizhu asked.

I tightened my hold on Baizhu’s hand and went closer. I hugged him and snuggled into his chest, “Please?” I asked, Baizhu hugged me and rested his chin on my head. 

“W-we don’t have to if you want to mourn that-” he cleared his throat. I shook my head. 

“I want to go on a date with you.” Baizhu smiled softly and nodded and took my hand and opened the car door on my side and went to his side and sat down and visibly relaxed. 

“You sure you don’t find this weird? Or y’know sudden?” Baizhu asked

I smiled, “All day you’ve been treating me kindly, buying me things, letting me do things you wouldn’t let anyone else do and protecting me. I don’t need to convince you or beg for things, you’ve been more of a boyfriend today then Allen ever was in our six years of dating, you made me realize I deserve better and I want to try to date the person who made me realize that.” I explained, Baizhu leaned across the center console and cupped the right side of my face and kissed me softly before pulling away. 

“I- sorry, I. . .I fuck I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.” Baizhu said.

“W-well. . .how was it?” I asked

“Perfect.” He said and brushed hair out of my face. He sat back in his seat and put his seatbelt on, “So, There’s this chinese buffet by an arcade, wanna go?” I beamed and smiled.

“Yes please!” I said. Baizhu began driving and eventually through the middle of the drive I crawled to the back seat.

“W-woah! Why are you going back there?!” He asked.

“Focus on the road ZhuZhu.” I began changing into the outfit he's got me before crawling back to the passenger seat and putting on the shoes and jewelry and fixed my hair and makeup, “There, I feel much better now.” I sighed and relaxed into the seat.

“Next time at least warn me,” Baizhu huffed, what if I looked at the rear view mirror when you were shirtless?!” He asked

“Then you’d see my boobs in a bra?” I said.Baizhu looked at me upset, “Come on, you’ll see them eventually anyhow.” I waved.

“Please don’t fill my brain with thoughts of us in a bedroom.” I smiled and chuckled.

“Your mind is already there.” I smirked and he sighed and shook his head. But after we played at the arcade and enjoyed a meal together I was enamored by Baizhu and when he was driving me home I was holding one of his hands. We got to my apartment and he walked me to the door and I tightened my hold on his hand. 

“So. . .have I good-” I cupped the back of Baizhu’s neck and went on my tippy toes and planted my lips on his softly and his arms went around my waist as hugged his neck, when we pulled away he sighed and put our foreheads together, “I really don’t want to leave, But I know if I stay I’ll do something we might not be ready for.” Baizhu said, I pressed my lips onto his and he hummed and pulled me closer, while also pushing me to a wall.

“If you keep doing this I won’t be able to leave, orchid.” Baizhu whispered softly and I cupped his face. 

“Then don’t leave.” Baizhu shook his head and went to pull away.

“No, I have to leave, if I don’t we both know what’ll happen.” I  held him tighter and smiled.

“I want it to happen.” Baizhu sighed and took my keys from my back pocket and opened my door pushing us in and pushing me to a wall while he put the keys in the dish I had to keep track of them. Baizhu cupped my neck and hummed feeling my lips on his and swiped his tongue on my bottom lip and I opened my lips a bit as his tongue slipped in, I whined and hugged his neck tangling my fingers in his hair. Baizhu pushed one of his thighs between my legs and used his other hand to help me grind against his thigh. I moaned into the kiss and I moved away for air and panted as Baizhu moved to my neck and nipped and sucked his claim onto my skin.

My mind was hazy, I could feel his hands touching all of my weak spots as his kisses and little bites riled me up. I whined showing him more of my neck and he pulled away and panted, “Fuck, do you want me to slow down?” Baizhu asked.

“No, please keep going.” Baizhu pecked my lips and grabbed the back of my thighs and hosted me up and carried me to the couch. He placed me down gently and slipped his hands under my shirt and went close, “Tell me to slow down if I’m going too fast.” I smiled and Baizhu pulled my shirt off me and showed me my plain rather boring bra I forgot I wore and cursed myself for. Baizhu smirked and unhooked the bra from the back with one hand like a fucking pro.

“Holy shit!” I said 

“That’s a skill you gain when your best friend asks to undo her bra.” Baizhu smirked, I looked away embarrassed. Baizhu kissed my cheek and cupped my breasts and went down to kiss them then take a nipple into his mouth as he played with the other. I whined and dug my nails into his shoulders. I felt one of his hands sneaking up my thigh and he pushed my skirt up. Baizhu released my nipples and kissed his way down to my cunt and I bit my lip as he did and then he pushed my panties to the side. 

“God you’re perfect.” I whined and Baizhu blew onto my cunt only to dive in and kiss my clit before sucking it, I whined and grabbed his hair. I panted and Baizhu moved so his tongue could fuck me and I gasped and looked to him and saw those gorgeous golden eyes on me while he was eating me out. He was watching my reactions and the smirk on his face seemed to be pleased with them, I whined and sat up holding his head close. 

“F-fuck~ you’re going to make me cum from your tongue~” I whimpered and Baizhu smiled and pushed his tongue deeper and I panted before I whined and arched my back and came on his tongue, Baizhu slowly pulled away and kissed my thigh before he hugged my waist and laid his head on my stomach. He licked his lips happily. 

“You did an amazing orchid,” Baizhu praised, “I-I’m not one of your patients.” I panted.

He chuckled and snuggled my stomach, “You’re right, but you did just cum insanely hard from my tongue.” I looked at Baizhu, “What? You think I didn’t feel your intense twitching or the grip you had on my hair? Orchid, you are an open book with me.” I whined and Baizhu kissed my lips before picking me up. 

“W-wait, you didn’t cum!” I said, Baizhu smiled. 

“Oh yes I did.” He said as he walked towards my bedroom. 

“H-how?” I asked

“Trust me any man eating you out would cum in their pants.” I turned bright red at his confession and covered my face as he laid me in my bed and he got me my jammies and his spare clothes and got us changed before he got in bed and cuddled me.

“Goodnight Orchid.” I snuggled into his chest, safe to say we became more than friends. 

[kisakis-boyfriend]

OH SHIT UH baizhu x monster reader because I've been thinking about him lately. maybe something dubcon-y? I love pathetic men whimpering and crying 🎃

Author's Note: My mind went places, y'all… very horny places. 💀

Pairings: Baizhu x male reader

Warnings: Male plant monster!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Baizhu, sort of gullible Baizhu, dubcon, handjob, facial, riding, aphrodisiac, mild dumbification

Why he had to run out of this particular herb was beyond him. As if that wasn't annoying enough, his suppliers were out of stock and wouldn't be able to ship him any more. The location of this herb has become increasingly dangerous, and no one could figure out why the men sent to gather these herbs came back… weird, to say the least. Nonetheless, Baizhu needed those herbs to treat his patients.

Was it a stupid idea to travel out there by himself and gather them by hand; yes, most certainly, and Changsheng told him as much, but a doctor's mind is a puzzling thing.

And that's how he ended up here; in the high mountains of Chenyu Vale. Normally, one would expect to run into a few monsters, at the very least, but Baizhu had yet to see a single one during his trek. There were plenty of other creatures, and the foliage didn't seem withered, so it's not as if this place was devoid of life nor on a biological decline—there was simply a lack of danger. Which is a strange occurrence, considering the reports he'd read…

That fact really should be comforting to the frail doctor, but in truth, it made a shiver run down his spine. His eyes nervously scanned over the immediate grassy grounds, hoping to catch a glimpse of the herb he so desperately needed — desperate enough to set foot on this mountain alone.

It took a bit more searching, but the herb in question was flourishing just around the back of one particular mountain. Baizhu carefully made his way towards the area, picking one herb and inspecting it to check its quality and that it was, in fact, the correct herb. Picking a few more, Baizhu comes across one plant that refuses to be plucked — an unusually tough herb, resisting his attempts to yank it out from the dirt.

As he goes to inspect the stem, a soft voice cries out; “U-um… excuse me? Could you help me…?” Looking over his shoulder, the doctor spots a person's head sticking up out of the ground—except their skin has a pale green hue to it, and as this person rises up, he notices how the ground around them shifts; as though the ground is a part of them.

Baizhu turns halfway, cautiously keeping an eye on you as he questions, “…What do you need help with?” The way your body flows effortlessly when you move—creating ripples in the immediate area around your torso—piques Baizhu's curiosity.

“O-oh! Um… it's a little embarrassing, if I'm being honest, sir…” you begin, “As you've probably guessed, I am not a human — think of me as a type of dendro spirit, I guess? Uh, anyways, there's this…ritual, of sorts, that only a human can help me with–”

The whole time you're explaining this predicament of yours, Baizhu keeps a watchful eye on you to make sure you're not tricking him. Even though you come across as rather sheepish.

“…I understand if you don't trust me, I just don't know what else to do…humans don't come around here too often, and the pain has become so much worse–”

“I'll help you.” He interjects. The sparkles in your eyes force him to hold back a chuckle as you thank him a million times over. “Please take me to this plant of yours.”

You excitedly take off, essentially a torso and head gliding halfway inside the ground, while this kind human with green hair trails just behind. Arriving at your destination, Baizhu kneels down, giving you a glance, and you return it nervously.

Baizhu eyes the plant inquisitively, staring at the odd shape and strange fleshy texture of the whole thing.

“Go on, doctor, I-I'm ready…” you prompt, giving the man a shy smile to mask your nerves.

With a quick breath to strengthen his resolve, the doctor raises his hands, wrapping them both around the plant and lightly squeezing it until a wet substance seeps out through the petals. “A-ah! aAh-” you gasp suddenly.

“I'm sorry—did that hurt?!”

You shake your head, nearly whimpering as you try to assure him, “N-no… just surprised me. Your hands… they're a bit cold…”

“My apologies, they should warm up soon enough. Shall we keep going?” Said like a true doctor. This stranger with kind eyes has been nothing but gentle with you so far, helping out a non-human creature whom he only met a few minutes ago, even if he finds your request a tad strange.

More wetness falls down his hands, pouring from the plant the more he squeezes and twists his hands around the elongated object. He experimentally moves his hands to other areas, and when Baizhu's thumbs rub and press on the tip of the plant, you're unable to hold back a sharp intake of air. Your eyes roll back momentarily, and you chomp down on your lower lip to conceal the noises threatening to escape.

The doctor eyes your pained expressions with worry written all over his face. “It's… fine — I'm fine. The pain… is not that bad… please, don't stop, doctor.”

As you wish, Baizhu milks more and more liquid from the plant, creating a pool of it underneath the stem of the plant—gradually creeping towards his knees and threatening to soak his pants. For the most part, it feels and looks like regular water, but there's a faint sensation of stickiness on his palms, close to the surface of the plant.

While this is supposed to be a medical procedure, Baizhu can't help feeling a bit… embarrassed by the whole situation. This plant of yours—it is a bit phallic. Not to mention how the method used to wring out the liquid is akin to… uh, a specific hand movement performed on phallic objects. The suggestive sounds coming from your mouth don't help that either. Baizhu can't ignore you when you moan out “Faster… faster, doctor- aah~ Keep stroking it like that… it's definitely woRKING-!”

The more Baizhu watches himself squeeze the glistening liquid from your plant, the deeper into a trance he falls — soon enough he's fallen so deep that he shamelessly jerks off the phallic plant until the tip opens up and explodes like a volcano; shooting thick, honey-like ropes all over Baizhu's pretty face.

The substance drips all down his features — clumping in strands of hair, clinging to his glasses, dripping from his nose and chin, and even a little sliding into his open mouth. “A-ah! Y-you… you did it… you made me release it all, doctor~” you comment — your words are the only thing penetrating that fuzzy mind of his right now. “Thank you soooo much~ But, could I trouble you with one more thing?” you lean forward, gently holding the doctor's chin so that he can't turn away from you. “Won't you help me again? It's the only way for me to feel all better.”

“Aah…? I don't… understand…” Baizhu breathes, confused and seemingly in a daze. It's such a precious sight to behold, really.

You reach out and slide a hand up and down the doctor's stomach, teasingly pushing his top up a few times before moving towards the edge of his pants. “You'll help me, won't you? You're such a kind doctor, after all~” you remind him. Baizhu's pants are quickly yanked down, removed the rest of the way by vines that the good doctor never noticed before…

With his sensitive areas laid bare for you to see, Baizhu gasps, frozen in place as your hands feel up his waist and thighs, pushing the latter apart so that you can inspect his body. Sliding two fingers towards his rear, you find that special hole humans have and tease around the rim of it. “Aha! There it is. I'm sorry to ask so much of you, but… I really need this right now.”

While he has no idea what you mean, the doctor senses something amiss within your words. Your fingers attempt to push inside of him, and Baizhu clumsily refuses. “I-I don't think… don't think that I can do that, young man… mm ooh~”

Impatiently, you lift him up and pull him towards you, hovering his hole right above the plant he'd previously milked. A little burst of liquid shoots from the tip, splashing against Baizhu's entrance, which startles him. The consistency of the liquid feels just like the substance it coated his face in earlier; thick, sticky, and warm.

While Baizhu's mind tries to resist, his body is doing quite the opposite, already lowering itself down until the tip of the plant is entering his ass. “A-AAH! Wait–!” he begs. But it's too little too late as your phallic plant penetrates him with ease, thanks to that honey-like fluid. The fleshy appendage pushes a wave of liquid inside his hole, and it creates a wet mess all over his ass, thighs, and the ground below as you begin to fuck him.

“Mm doctor… you feel incredible~ Hehe, look at that—this little guy is having fun too~” Baizhu blushes deeply, shaking his head while you watch his cock bounce every time your plant cock thrusts in.

“N-no… please, harder–! This is weird… aah~ so good~ ” the doctor grits his teeth, biting his lower lip as he grows frustrated by his own mouth betraying him. The cutest whimpers are the only sounds coming from his mouth as you continue your assault on his hole, thrusting your plant deeper and deeper. The amount of liquid gushing out of Baizhu's ass is ungodly now; sticky, squelchy, slick fluids that overflow with every thrust, filling his tummy until it hurts with how full it is.

“You're doing amazing, doctor! That terrible ache is almost gone, I j-just need to– guh!” you suddenly slam your hips into him, laughing as a pang of pleasure wracks your body and causes you to bury your cock in him. Your hands fly to his waist, and you bounce the human while he whimpers some more.

Tears begin to roll down Baizhu's cheeks, staining his glasses with a salty film as you release another round of that thick substance; this time inside the doctor's body. You pant wildly, mere inches from his face while your plant cock spreads open inside of his hole, releasing far too much liquid inside his belly.

[unknown-genshin-fan]

Sub!Baizhu x Dom!reader

(No pronouns used) TW: Sub!Baizhu + Aphrodisiac used + fingering + handjob + Baizhu being needy Baizhu was a careful person with medicinal arts, always making sure to never spill anything or use the wrong medicine on sick and injured people. But today it was different. He was a tad overworked from staying up late, his eyes slightly drooping as he reached over to grab the glass of water on his desk, His fingers reached out for the glass but accidentally mistaking the Aphrodisiac bottle for water, he placed the rim of the water taking a refreshing sip, he let out a refreshed sigh and opened his eyes. Baizhu's eyes immediately widened when he saw the Aphrodisiac label on the side of the glass. He set the bottle down and quickly rushed out of his room to try and get something to at least help him. The Aphrodisiac effects started to kick in causing an overwhelming need and lust to wash over his whole body causing his knees to shake and for him to fall on the floor.. His right hand gripping the door handle while his left hand gripping the fabric of his pants, He panted heavily desperate for release or for someone to help him with his overwhelming need and lust. Lucky for you. You stumbled across his office.. opened the door to see Baizhu who was kneeling down... The Aphrodisiac bottle on the floor spilling the remaining liquid out on the ground, His bronze-colored eyes immediately looked up at the person who stood by the door frame only to see you, His look turned from panic to pleading in an instant.. pleading with you to help him out from this awkward situation he was in. You took a step in before crouching down.. he moved his hand away from his crotch showing the bulge pushing against the fabric of his pants desperate to be free. Your right hand went to his bulge but instead of freeing it from his tight pants.. You started palming it gently against your palm causing whines and whimpers to leave Baizhu's mouth, His hips started bucking against you desperate for more pleasure on him. It doesn't take long for you to remove his pants and underwear. letting his cock spring free, His eyes clouded with lust as the tip of his cock started leaking precum. Your hand wrapped around his cock before starting to stroke it.. Your other hand wrapped around his left thigh and opened it revealing his puffy hole just begging to be filled with your fingers. You couldn't deny such a beautiful entrance so you dipped your fingers in lube before sinking your fingers into his hole. You stroking his cock while fingering his hole was too much for him to handle. Baizhu threw his head back, thrashing under you from the pleasure he was receiving from both his cock and hole. His cock started twitching in your hand leaking out more precum all over himself and his hand, dirtying the shirt he was wearing and the wooden floors. Your pace on both of his cock and hole turned from gentle to fast after a few seconds of letting him get used to being filled and stroked at the same time. Baizhu let's out a sob begging for release now, it wasn't long enough until your fingers found that oh-so-sweet spot finally letting your fingers roughly thrust into that sweet spot you desperately craved to find. It didn't take long for Baizhu to cum all over your hand, He arched his back and moaned loudly, the spot under his legs dirty with his cum.. His body slowly relaxed from the pleasure, You slowly removed your hands from his cock and hole but to only be met with Baizhu's hand grabbing your wrist back with a pleading look. Surely you'll give him more and help him right?

[xkseii]

⎮Such a gorgeous plant⎮

⏤ Characters: Baizhu⎮reader

⏤ Warnings: bottom/sub Baizhu, top/dom male reader, vines/plant, implied aphrodisiac, mention of mind-breaking,

⏤ 3.000 words

For once, your husband came home early, surprising you with his unusual appearance. You were certain that the house would be empty, but unfortunately, it was not.

Though, you were more than glad to have the opportunity to spend more time with your husband.

With the front door half open, you admired the man that wasn't aware of your presence yet. He was sitting on his favourite chair, the dark green leather complimenting his hair and pale skin. As usual, he was reading over his herbarium, checking if everything was in place and sometimes adding small notes to his previous ones.

His long hair wasn't tied in a high bun for once, as it could let you admire how it runs down the back of the chair beautifully, perhaps tempting you to run your hair through it and yank his head back. Baizhu changed his clothes to feel more comfortable, and be able to rest correctly, with crossed legs without the tight fabric of his pants annoying him.

Changsheng who was already fast asleep when you came home, recognized the sounds of your footsteps and left his master's neck to wrap around your forearm with a happy hiss. Chuckling, you carefully patted his head before walking towards your husband.

The said man had already placed down his book and was waiting for you to greet him, his hand gripping the back of your neck when you leaned forward, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Sensing that it wasn't an innocent kiss, Changsheng went away quickly, hissing when his master almost stepped on him when he stood up, wrapping his arms around your neck to bring you even closer.

Soft pants left Baizhu's mouth when your hands started to wander, caressing his exposed waist before moving to his hips, groping the soft flesh. Moving your mouth to his neck, you gently nibbled on the skin, creating a mark and turning on your husband even more.

The activity of the evening was clear until Baizhu pushed you back, looking at a certain object.

“What is that?”

On the table, was a plant proudly standing inside a pot, that wasn't familiar at all to Baizhu. Chuckling, you told him that one of your clients gave it to you as a tip, as they were extremely satisfied with the work you have done, and you took the plant home with you after they insisted. They even told you that you could sell it at a good price if you didn't want to keep it.

Your husband furrowed his eyebrows, slowly getting out of your hold to step closer to the unknown plant, a bad feeling spreading through his body. Not only its kind was definitely unknown, but he didn't even remember seeing a picture of it in his books. He observed the small plant, a young bud on top of it, and it seemed rather healthy from looking at the bright shade of green.

Baizhu threw you a sceptical look, not certain if it was a good idea to keep a plant like this one at home, especially without knowing its specie. But with your bright smile and sparkling eyes, he couldn't refuse it, as he just nodded in defeat. Still, he made you promise to take care of it, as it was your plant and not his.

With a roll of your eyes, you took the plant with you, moving it to the balcony, so it wouldn't take too much place, and it will have good access to the sunlight. Your husband sighed when you started to think of a name for it, sensing that this plant would be your favourite subject for the following days.

With a tired sigh, he let himself fall onto the chair, lightly spreading his legs and waiting for you to come back. Baizhu came home early so he could spend more time with you, and maybe have some fun, and yet, your attention was entirely set on a damn plant. Rolling his head back, he looked at the door leading to the balcony, impatiently waiting to see you come back in.

When, finally, you stepped back in and closed the door beside you, Baizhu had already called you over, motioning with his finger to join him. Quickly, Baizhu's top and pants were discarded, and he smirked when you rushed to be by his side, leading him towards the bedroom, not wanting to let your husband wait any longer.

Unlike what Baizhu expected, you were taking care of the plant well, it was growing quickly, and it became an even more beautiful shade of green.

Flowers blossomed, and its single body was joined with multiple long vines, that seemed to crawl out of the plot, taking over most of the balcony space. Some vines were even going down your house's wall, and it added a certain charm to the plain-looking house.

Seeing how happy you seemed to take care of it and watch it grow, Baizhu didn't dare to make a comment on it. After all, it wasn't taking up any space inside the house, it was healthy, and you weren't obsessed over it. So he had no reason to complain, but something wasn't sitting well with him. He tried to find the specie of this plant, but none of his books were mentioning it, so he went to buy new ones, hoping he would get more information.

And yet, despite searching for so long, he found absolutely nothing.

A certain day, coming back home feeling a bit needy, to say the least, Baizhu was concerned about not finding you anywhere. Until, he heard a noise coming from the balcony, and he saw you gently cut some rotting vines off the plant while talking to yourself. It wasn't disturbing in any way, as he was doing the same thing with Changsheng, but hearing a soft rustle at the end of each sentence was weird.

He observed you smile warmly at the plant, his eyes running over your back to your legs, and your ankles. Suddenly, he jumped forward and yanked you away from the plant, taking out his weapon to cut the vine that wrapped itself around your ankle without you knowing.

Confused, you scolded him for surprising you and cutting one of the most beautiful vines without a reason. But your husband seemed tense, telling you to get away from this plant and that you shouldn't keep it here. Since you didn't notice how peculiar the plant was, you just thought Baizhu was being paranoid, and you simply waved his worries off.

Another week passed, and this time, when waking up and walking to the kitchen, Baizhu was left with an unwelcome surprise. The plant that was already taking over the whole balcony seemed to not be satisfied yet and started to slide under the door, a few vines were already innocently resting on the kitchen floor. Definitely not happy with this news, he cut off the vines that were inviting themselves inside your home, also cutting short most of the longer ones that were still outside.

You were slightly angry when he told you what he did, but you didn't comment on it, knowing that he knew more about plants than you. Pouting, you nodded when he told you to get rid of it tomorrow, using whatever way you wanted it, but just get it out of your house.

Planning to sell it off at a good price with how big and possibly rare it was, you moved it inside for the night, so you could take it away immediately the next morning.

But it has been your mistake.

As you were at work, your boss asked you to run two more errands that would make you come home late, and you had no choice but obey. And it leads to Baizhu coming back to an empty house, not so empty though, as the plant has taken over most of the entrance.

Before he could do anything, he was swept off his feet, vines crawling under his pants and wrapping themselves around his legs. The thick and powerful vines immobilized him, tying his hands together and crawling under his clothes. Baizhu couldn't do anything when one of the vines ripped his pants, another one sneaked under his top, and one took away his weapon.

He was left unarmed, completely defenceless. The house was empty, he had no idea when you would come back home, and despite screaming your name as loudly as he could, you will never hear. Desperate, he wanted to shout your name again, but a vine took the opportunity to go into his mouth, reaching the back of his throat almost instantly.

As another one sneaked inside, wrapping itself around his tongue, and playing with it, while a vine made its way inside his underwear. When it wrapped itself around his dick, the thicker part resting around his base while the thinner and more rapid part was touching his tip, slowly caressing the slit, tears gathered at his lash line. Baizhu felt himself grow light-headed as an unknown liquid started to get slide inside his throat, certainly being produced by the plant.

He begged in his mind that you would come back quickly, especially when he felt the tip of a vine prod at his ass, pushing against his hole. Two other vines tugged at his nipples, another one playing with his chest, forcing him to grow more and more sensitive. Despite the disgusting feeling of getting touched by something or someone else than you, the weird liquid that the plant produced made him feel good, taking over his senses.

His eyes roll back when the vine around his dick tightens, forcing a whine out of his mouth, letting the two inside it go even deeper. The one near his ass was going to penetrate him, Baizhu could feel it, and just the thought of it made the tears run down his cheeks, begging and mewling as best as he could for you to be back now.

And thankfully for him, he heard the door creaking open and your surprised gasp. The plant surged forward to also capture you, but you were faster, as you took out your sword and slashed all the vines coming your way.

Within a few seconds, you had cut the ones holding up Baizhu and caught him in your arms. Carefully, you placed him down on the sofa before cutting every vine you could see, cursing when one still managed to crawl around your ankle.

The plant seemed to refuse to give up, but when you suddenly yelled at it, everything stopped. Its vines crawled back into the pot and it stopped moving. You stood there, confused and sword in hand, not comprehending what just happened.

The plant waited a few seconds before trying to crawl out again, but you scolded it, and it hides again. Despite the weirdness of it, the plant seemed to take orders from the one who took care of it, and it was you. This means, that it wouldn't dare to go against you in any way, but you were still settled on getting rid of it after what you just witnessed.

Asking Baizhu if he had a solution, he just told you to burn it, not even glancing its way, refusing to see the monstrosity. The plant started to get agitated at his words, but it was already too late, as you used the first thing you saw to burn it to ashes. The plant tried to use its vines to crawl away, but it couldn't do anything as they all got destroyed, and its main body started to burn too.

You looked at the empty pot, a few carbonised vines were still there, but the plant was definitely dead. Immediately, you took the pot and remaining vines outside and placed them next to your door, set on throwing them far away after you check on Baizhu.

Since you placed him on the sofa, he didn't move once, staying in his ripped clothes and his aroused state.

Glancing at you with teary eyes, he begged you to help him, pointing at his dick and hole covered in a weird fluid. Whatever the plant produced was still in his organism, and was fucking with his head, making Baizhu feel extremely sensitive and turned on.

If his body wasn't so weak, he would have been on you already and discarded your clothes, so you could take him. High and desperate, he spread his legs and started to finger himself, mewling for you to come here this instant and fuck him.

You didn't think much, the pain mixed with pleasure on your husband's face made you move instantly, finding yourself in between his legs before he could add anything else.

With your fingers deep inside of him, the odd fluid making the perfect lube, at the same time, you were focused on bobbing your head, his dick deep inside your throat as you give Baizhu the stimulation he needed. He smelled like flowers, the scent intoxicating as you felt yourself get light-headed too.

You pushed another finger inside, loosening his hole, so you could slide inside without pain. Despite the rush you were both in, you wanted to check if Baizhu was really alright with it.

“Baizhu… Is it fine for you?”

He struggled to make eye contact with you, with tears blurring his vision and his mind almost completely empty. Slurred words came out of his mouth, but you managed to make out what he meant.

“Just… fuck me now.”

You ripped off the rest of his clothes, gripping his legs and placing them over your shoulders, ready to penetrate him. Baizhu's body was burning up against yours, the aphrodisiac driving him insane as he sobbed from not having you inside him, grinding his hole against the head of your dick desperately.

He was completely losing his mind, only thinking about cumming and being full of you. You penetrated him as soon as he nodded at you, earning a loud moan out of Baizhu, his back arching as he lifted his hips, grinding against you, moving his ass to force you deeper inside of him.

He could feel you twitch inside of him, precum and an odd fluid coating his insides, his hole getting stretched more and more as you went deeper. The sensation alone could make Baizhu cum, his sensitivity was through the roof when your hips met his ass. His thighs were shaking, and his legs wrapped themselves around you to keep you close, wordlessly begging for more.

It never happened before, but Baizhu could already feel his orgasm near, everything except you was blurry around him, his mind full of you. You don't know what came over you, but you used your dendro vision to tie Baizhu's hands with your own vines, watching as he gasped, his dick twitching and spurting cum onto his stomach.

Another set of vines moved to his cock, getting him off at the same pace you fucked him. The front of your hips slapping against his ass, the sounds getting louder as you went faster, Baizhu's voice was high and strong enough to get over the sinful sounds.

When you leaned forward to kiss him, you swallowed his moans along with some of the liquid that was still on his tongue, feeling yourself get harder inside Baizhu. He gasped, trying to say something, but your mind was already somewhere else. You rammed into him as deep as you could, brushing against his prostate at every thrust, forcing a dry orgasm out of him when you unconsciously made the vine tighten around the base of his dick.

A last vine appears, your vision glowing as you make it take off your clothes and then spread Baizhu's legs even more. He was completely out of his mind, whimpering and mewling, begging for your cum and finally reaching his orgasm.

With the three vines playing with his body, and your dick forcing its way inside his hole, Baizhu felt himself reach his end. The stimulation became too much as his eyes rolled back, the poor man almost choking on his own spit as tears rolled down the blushed skin of his cheeks.

It was overwhelming for him to focus on anything, just begging as greatly as he could to get a kiss, while moving his hips back against you, accompanying your thrusts. When finally, your lips met his in a gentle kiss, despite the situation, he came on the spot. His body was trembling, legs almost spamming around your neck as his head flew back, a loud moan forcing its way out of Baizhu's throat.

Never, had you heard him be this loud. And hypnotized by the view of your lover, your husband, cumming like crazy all over himself, you reach your orgasm. Each spurt of cum filled Baizhu more and more, making him whine from overstimulation.

His body gave out when he finally emptied himself, his body twitching and his mind still not completely functioning. With a whine, Baizhu tried to keep you from taking your dick out, begging to stay in this position.

His teary eyes and trembling lips made you give up, easily carrying him to bed, your dick still inside him as you lay down, covering yourselves with the blanket. Instantly, Baizhu was nuzzling his head into your neck, holding you close as he refused to even let you move to a more comfortable position.

With the aphrodisiac out of his mind, he asked you if you got rid of the plant, and relaxed when you told him that you burned it to the ground.

With a sigh, he softly glared at you, telling you to never bring a plant home ever again without his approval. Nodding your head energetically, you gently kissed his nose, earning a soft giggle.

Calmly, you both drifted off the sleep, Baizhu staying in your arms, not feeling like being apart from you. As your mind was almost blank, eyes closed and your breaths getting deeper, a few words whispered into your ear made your eyes snap open.

“Use your vision on me again, next time.”

“… I liked it.”

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[stardustsorbet]

♡ ― 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐔 ✧ (nsfw)

• taking care of your husband when he’s pent up and tired ;3 cw: gentle femdom, pegging, handjobs, hickeys, lots of kissing, gentle and loving sex, strap-ons, anal penetration (male receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, smutty but fluffy too

Liyue sunsets were always so pretty. Not only were the golden rays of sunshine a kind reminder of the beautiful night to come, but a good way to indicate the end of a long work day. Both you and Baizhu knew all too well how painfully long work days were at the pharmacy, and you especially knew the day was far from over by the way your husband was clinging to you.

He’d get clingy when all he could think about was you fucking him the second you walked past the door frame. You had a significant difference in energy levels; one of you wasn’t chronically ill, just to have one example.

Dropping your bags by the door, you figured he’d pop the question eventually, so you ventured into your drawers to find your toys. Leaving them on the dresser, you came out to find Baizhu trying his best to not fall into sleep. “Are you that tired, my dear? I was gonna treat you tonight,” you offered, massaging his tense shoulders and undoing his hair to let the verdant locks flow down his back.

“Would you still? I need you so desperately, please, (Y/N),” he pleaded, leaning into your touch, so gentle and loving. His neck seemed to get hot from his begging, but you didn’t want to keep him from getting what he wanted, you knew he was fragile.

“Get undressed, honey, I’ll be right out,” you promised, kissing his cheek. He was surprisingly eager, just about halfway stripped down by the time you had got the strap-on tightened around your hips. You helped him the remainder of the way, finally revealing his pretty pale skin under the remainder of the sunset outside your window.

Checking quickly outside, you made sure Qiqi was sound asleep and Changsheng was caged in another room. Qiqi hearing you two do married couple business was one thing, but Changsheng hearing and understanding was too embarrassing to think about.

You took his hair and braided it, just like you always did before you two made love, kissing down his back and squeezing gently at his waist. You pushed him back onto your pillows perched up against the headboard. “You don’t worry about pleasing me tonight, just make some pretty noises and I’ll be fine,” you reassured him.

“I will.. thank you, (Y/N),” he promised, holding your hand in his own. He had long fingers and the softest hands, always moisturized from lotion you gave him. He was more so quiet when you two fucked, too embarrassed and vulnerable to make conversation. You tried your best to pull him out of that habit, but you understood having your wife blow your back out was something that might humble the average man.

“You’re so pretty, my love, your eyes are so enchanting,” he tells you, pulling you in to kiss him. With your bodies pressed together, he couldn’t help but slightly grind his cock against your stomach, the friction making him groan in relief.

“As are you, Baizhu, such pretty skin and the most gentle face. I can’t describe how much I’m in love with you, and all the more when I get to make you feel good like this… can I start?” You question, rubbing his waist and gently kissing down his neck.

Softly groaning, he whispers a soft “yes” and squeezes his eyes shut as you suck on his chest, twitching as your tongue ran over his nipple. You gently moved his legs apart, cream colored thighs squirming with anticipation at his unattended erection. “Please, be gentle, (Y/N),” he asks of you, so sweet and submissive under your touch.

Taking your bottle of lube, you pumped some onto your fingers. Smearing some on Baizhu’s entrance made him jump, the cold feeling so teasing yet uncomfortable. Pushing a finger in, you used your unoccupied hand to slowly jerk off his neglected cock. The pleasure that was flowing through his body was already so much at such little action, and you always found it too cute at how worked up he would get.

Such a composed, eloquent doctor during the day but a submissive mess when you two had your doors shut.

Curling your finger in an upward direction, you did your best multitasking, keeping both hands busy as Baizhu groaned under you, mumbling little pleads of “more” or “need it so bad,” his usual incoherent babbling when all he could think about was getting filled up with your cock.

Feeling brave for the both of you, you took your other lubed up finger and slipped it in his ass, pushing them in and out in an effort to loosen him up. Poor baby was so tense, all you could do was reassure him that you’d be gentle and kiss his knuckles, focusing intently on his expression and asking if he was comfortable as often as you could.

“Put another in, I’ll be alright,” he allowed, pushing himself back into your hand to reach deeper spots. “I want you in me, (Y/N), so, so bad.” You pumped some additional lube and did as he wanted, slipping yet another finger in. He seethed at the initial intrusion but quickly settled into it.

Fingering him at a slower pace was difficult; you’d like to go much deeper and quicker, but today was one of his off days and he needed you to be gentle with him. You were sure he’d make up for it one day. You continued on until you thought he was ready enough for your toy.

You pumped a generous amount of lube onto the toy, smearing it across so every inch was covered. Pain (or more so discomfort) was normal for this kind of thing, but you wanted it to be very minimal. “Doing ok, darling?” You questioned as you pulled your fingers out, massing his thigh and helping him adjust to give you better posture.

“Yes, I’m okay,” he says, eying the toy with a mixture of fear and excitement. “Is that new? I don’t believe we’ve used that one.” His voice trembled in the slightest, but he tried his best to put on a brave face for you.

“Mhm, it is. It’s a little bit bigger than the other, is that okay?” You answered, not sure how he’d receive that considering he was run down and it was a lot more to take.

“Yes, that’ll be fine,” he assures, reaching for your hand as you slide the toy into him. He could always take your cock so well, even on the days where he felt the worst. Easing it in slowly, his legs trembled under your touch as you held them pushed back.

“Good job, baby, halfway there,” you comforted, the girth of the toy a lot more than what it looked like. Or, at least it felt that way to Baizhu.

“It’s halfway? It feels like so much already,” he whined, clutching the sheets with his spare hand.

“Just tell me if you need me to stop,” you comforted, kissing his neck and sucking hickeys onto his skin. The bruising was always such a pretty contrast, a little reminder he was all yours.

Bottoming out after a few slow minutes, you began gently thrusting in and out of his ass, keeping his legs on your shoulders and bending over to kiss him on his lips. You picked up your pace in the slightest, rocking into him and trying new angles, all in hopes to hit his prostate.

“This feels good, thank you,” he says, avoiding eye contact with you as you fuck him.

“Look at me, baby, look into my eyes,” you take his glasses and put them on his bedside table, holding his gaze. His snake-like eyes had a shimmering film over them, pupils blown as much as they could be meanwhile holding their slit shape.

Thrusting and continuing to kiss him, you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as a guttural groan slipped past his lips, muffled by your own. “Feel good right there?” You teased, rubbing the tip of the toy against that spot once again.

You loved the way Baizhu’s legs trembled, the pleasure all too much for him to remain composed. “Uh-huh,” he mumbles, eyes rolling back as you continued to prod at that sweet spot inside him, pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. Each time you reached deeper inside him, his cock twitched, wanting your attention so desperately, and who were you to deny him?

“You wanna cum, beautiful?” You teased, stroking him and kissing his nose. He was breathing heavy, surprisingly not heavy enough to make him choke up.

“Yes yes, please (Y/N), I want to cum so bad, all over us both,” he whined, taking each of your thrusts so well. You continued at that pace until he let out shaky breaths and tears formed in his eyes. “Archons— oh, (Y/N), please more, please, I’m so close, I need to cum,” he babbles, watching as your breasts bounce while you fuck into him.

He moaned so pathetically as he came, tears falling from his eyes, eyebrows furrowed as the pleasure was just too much. Ropes of cum fell along his stomach, reaching up to his chest. Ragged breaths were quick and heavy, but he still tried his best to kiss you. “Such a good boy, Baizhu, you took it so well,” you complimented, pulling out once he came down from his high.

“Thank you, I gave my all for you,” he says, wiping his tears as you cleaned the pair of you up. Reaching for his glasses, clumsily, you took them and put them on, resting them gently on his nose.

“Get some rest, pretty, I’ll be there in a moment,” you promised, kissing his cheek while you fixed the blankets cast aside on a chair. You rested yourself against his back, pulling the blankets up over your bodies. “So pretty, aren’t you, Baizhu?” No answer, he was already dead asleep. You chuckled at the alarming rate in which he passed out, but as you wrapped your arms around him and nestled your chin into his shoulder, all you wanted was for him to wake up in the warm and loving comfort of your embrace.

[mvrders-are-okay]

pound your meaty cock into baizhu’s tight cunt he starts coughing.

[katskitoshi]

"FAVOR FOR A FAVOR," with GENSHIN IMPACT.

synopsis: he helps you with something and it's only fair you pay him back, right? (liyue vers.) (mondstadt vers.) (inazuma part one vers.)

characters: dom! zhongli, xiao, and baizhu x gn! sub! reader

includes: (nsfw themes) zhongli is kinda mean, big cock zhongli, kissing kink, worship kink, biting, drool kink, cream pie. xiao is whiny and desperate, fingering, whining, praise kink. baizhu is mean, cockwarming, riding, missonary on desk, implied thigh/leg humping.

zhongli, the vago mundo.

it's only expected that you'd owe zhongli something after how much time you've spent in liyue and with him. he's knowledgeable and there is not much he could want from a mortal such as yourself. well, that is until he starts falling back into his more primal urges, and decides its time for you to repay him.

-- "i'm being gentle, okay?" he truly was too kind, especially now as a gently jerked his hips in to sink his cock deeper in your hole. he was even kind enough to take you in his mortal form and stretch you out with his 8-inch human cock rather than his much larger adeptal one.

his tip, hot and heavy inside you, made you squirm and pant under your boyfriend's loving gaze. he kissed your check gently, slowly traveling down to your neck as began to leave love bites in his wake. "m-move, please, zhongli. need you, real bad- ah, fuck !"

your eyes could have popped out your skull when you suddenly felt yourself get stretched impossibly further. zhongli kissed you to distract you from him pushing even deeper inside. he pulsed inside you, leaking precum to lubreacte himself as he kept going. your fingers dig into his back your your legs wrap around his waist.

the kiss was hot, and drool connected your and zhongli's lips and he pulled away. he smiled. he could already see you turning into a devout little worshipper for him. you move your hands from his back to the back of his head to push him in for another kiss. you miss the first few times, but ones your lips meet, your tongue explore each other.

finally, he bottoms out and you moan so sweetly into his mouth. you pull away from his lips, arching your back as your eyes roll to the back of your head. you came almost immediately and he revels in the mess you make of yourself. he does not wait, gently beginning to pound your sweet hole. one of his hands slaps the side of your thigh and squeezes the fat of your ass.

"fuck, barabatos, thank you, thank you!"

barbatos?

you dare call another man's name -- another god's name while he fucks you? how foolish you are, mortal.

you don't even notice the dangerous glint in zhongli's eyes. he grabs the back underside of your knee and pushes your legs so knees reach your ears. your eyes meet his at last and you can tell he's changed a bit. "zh-zhongli?"

you can only respond in a loud, lewd squeal of his name when he pulls out to the tip and thrusts in so deeply you swear he could rearrange your guts. drool escapes your lips and you try to recollect yourself. lewd squelching noises echo through the room as he dips to your neck and leaves hash bites.

"think you can just call another man's-- another god's name when i'm the one fucking you? think again." he growls into your ear and never stops thrusting for a moment, you cum again and pull him closer, silently begging for a kiss.

he does not oblige, allowing you to just lay desperate for him. he removes one of his hands that holds your legs up and positions it on his shoulder. his now free hand is used to push your cheeks together, drool still falling from your lips.

"he, he is not your god anymore. i am. the only name you'll be calling from now on is morax, understand, dear?"

he doesn't bother giving you the chance to respond, just sticking two of his fingers in your mouth for your tongue to play with. you try to speak, but can't simply because zhongli's ungodly pace knocks all the wind out of you.

his cock pulses inside of you, and you can feel yourself coming closer to your next release too. he removes his fingers from your mouth and plays with you, forcing you closer to your climax. and you can only release silent moans as he finally, finally, delivers a final thrust,

his cock, hot, heavy, and leaky inside you bursts, painting your walls and golden white color. you feel full, resting a hand over where zhongli's cum rests, panting heavily at the feeling inside of you.

he doesn't pull out, but slowly starts thrusting again. "zhongli! m'too sensitive! can't take it!"

"dear, call me morax. and we aren't done yet. you've still gotta take all of me, in my adeptal form, so i can truly show you which god you belong too."

xiao, the vigilant yaksha.

xiao has never really wanted much in return for helping people, especially from mortals. what could you give him after all? but upon meeting after saving you one fateful night, all he wants is to make you his.

"f-fuck, y-you're so tight -- e-even around my fingers!" xiao leans into kiss you once more as his fingers continuously hit that soft, sensitive spot inside you. the kiss silences his moans, his body weight is on you with his thighs on either side of your hips. one hand between your legs, and the other cupping your face as your tongues intertwine.

you bucked your hips upwards to meet his hands. the hand that cups your face moves down to push your hips downwards, stopping you from meeting his eager fingers. his lips shush yours as he pulls away from the kiss. you reach your arms around his neck and pull his lips back to yours. "m-more. w-want you inside me, xiao."

"i know. i know, baby. j-just a little longer -- gotta feel you cum from my fingers first." he speeds up, and you can feel your orgasm coming closer. his face is flushed red and he looks just as flustered, if not more, than you. and all from watching you come undone just for him. you were a sight for sore eyes right now and always.

hands digging into his neck, cheeks heated, panting and whining from his touch because you wanted -- no, need him in these moments.

his fingers curls against you in a way you never thought you could feel and your climax arrives. you moan into his mouth as your thighs shake and eyes roll to the back of your head. he swore he could have came in his pants just then as he hears you whine out his name, hands clinging to his body for his support, for him.

his fingers don't stop as he slowly works you through your orgasm, gentle pumping in and out as he whispers praises that make you lose your head. "shh, baby. i know it's a lot, but not too loud. don't want the humans downstairs to hear you, yeah?" the slight movements makes you squirm from the overstimulation youre feeling and your whines get louder, but he doesn't kiss you to silence you.

"fuck, you're so pretty right now, you know that?" he pulls his fingers out, taking in the look of your twitching hole and panting body. "but you're always pretty," he kisses the tip of your nose, "always." pulling down the waistband of his pants and pulling out his throbbing, leaky cock, he rests it on your stomach. his flushed red tip leaks precum over your stomach.

"need you. p-please put it in, xiao." and he complies. his tip lines up with your hole as he slowly and steadily pushes it inwards, he wants to squeeze his eyes shut from the sheer tightness and wetness and pleasure just putting in the tip has given him, but his eyes focus on the way you smile. dazed out, drool running down your lips and you desperately whine out his name.

do you have any idea what you do to him, mortal?

he continues to push himself in, and he can feel your walls tighten around each vein and each inch he pushes in you. he leans in to kiss you once again, his hands cup your cheeks as you sloppily make out.

once he reaches the base, he slowly begins to pump in and out. a steady pace, one that leaves you dizzy as his cock never fails to reach the part of your body that makes you squirm. the kisses get sloppier, you hands hold onto him tighter, all as he keeps a steady pace. deep and slow.

skin slapping accompanies the wet kisses and whines that leave xiao's lips, your hands upwrap from his neck and push at his chest. you need air, and you pant, greedily taking in the air so you and your lover's lips can reunite once again. xiao's eyes squeeze shut as he whines into your mouth again.

he begins to speed up, muttering out a quick apology. xiao was fast and his thrust were apologetically brutal. though unforgiving as he fucked you deeper, faster, harder, -- still caring and sweet as his fingers moved to intertwine with yours. your legs are propped over his shoulders and he gets a better angle to pound you.

moans and whines are exchanged between you two as you kiss, you can feel your orgasm approaching once more and you squeeze his fingers tight. a silent sign that he reciprocates as he throbs inside you, leaking loads of precum inside you.

and you cum, your walls squeezing so tightly he's not even sure how he hasn't dumped his load inside you. he forces his lips from your own in a desperate attempt to warn you.

"f-fuck, baby, i'm gonna cum. l-let me cum inside you, okay? please? i-i need to claim you, make you mines, th-those adeptal sigils aren't enough. need to - fuck! - need to mark y-you as mines, k-kay, baby?"

baizhu, beyond mortality

baizhu is a man who always gives but alas, he still has wants. he still has needs. he helped you out so long ago, and now, its only fair that you repay the favor, correct?

"stay still dear. if you keep moving, there'll be a punishment in store for you." baizhu doesn't even bother to look at you, only focusing on his papers as he gives your thigh a gentle pinch as warning. with your head tucked into the crook of his neck and you arms gently clawing at his back, you felt as if you could cry at any moment.

how couldn't you considering you had your boyfriend's thick, pulsing cock so deep inside of you and it was still? your walls clamped around him, eagerly trying to pull him in deeper, but baizhu stayed still. was this not punishment to him too?

to be so close to you? to feel you? to be balls deep inside you but not move? it was unfair, and you wanted to just grind your hips downwards, back and forth, up and down -- anything to feel him move inside you. his hips did not thrust upwards except once, when he used it as a warning. threatening you to be good or he wouldn't let you feel him at all. that you could just go back to humping his legs like a pathetic dog.

you should be grateful to even be on his cock -- to feel it pulse inside you in all it's hard, thick, pulsating glory. it's certainly an upgrade from grinding pathetically against his thighs and legs. at the thought of your prior punishment, you whined and squeezed your thighs around his hips harder.

you couldn't take it. he was still, not bothering to even look at you or help you at all. he was so mean, so cruel in these moments that you don't even regret what you're going to do. you unwrap your legs from his waist and lift yourself up, slamming yourself down on his cock.

yes, you're legs were sore from not moving for a while, but the look of shock on baizhu's face is enough to push you to keep going. you both moan at the feeling of finally having movement. lube runs down to the base of his cock as you don't falter for a second -- finding a steady rhythm of lifting yourself of and dropping yourself down while grinding to reach that spot that has your vision turning white.

it continues for only a minute, and when baizhu's shock finally wears off -- you were in for a surprise. his hands grasp your waist firmly, and he lifts you up and positions you on his desk. your back on various papers and pens as he looks down at you as if you were scum -- but lovingly.

he finds his own pace, one much faster than what you were going at and way more harsh that you thought he could even do. it was hot, seeing him panting, seething, upset but somehow still tolerating your bratty actions.

you can't even lift your hands to try to hold onto his neck, they scramble and hold onto the shaking, creaking desk baizhu pounds you on. his cock pistols deep inside you, and wet squelching along with the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

biazhu's cock reaches you in ways you can't imagine, especially now as it pounds into you so deeply. you squeal out his name as a particularly deep thrust reaches the most sensitive spot inside you. your vision goes white, and you clamp down on him so hard that all he can do is grit his teeth as a groan escapes him. his cock pulses once, twice, and one final time before long ropes of his white cum paint your insides.

he slowly rides himself through his orgasm before pulling out. a second later, his cum begans to drip out. you feel so full, but so empty as it leaks from you still clenching hole. baizhu pants, feeling content but not yet satisfied.

"b-baizhu-" you aren't allowed to finish your sentence, not when a squeak interrupts you after baizhu slaps your hole still dripping with his cum.

"don't think we're done yet dear. i thought i was letting you go easy with the cock warming, but you're just so ungrateful. so i guess i'll just have to fuck you until you learn your lesson, okay?"

(mondstadt vers.) (inazuma part one vers.)

i kind of answered these two requests so here to my two lovely anons!

[fangdokja]

His affection is a slow poison—sweet, deadly, and inevitable.

❤︎ Synopsis. In a love that teeters between devotion and obsession, escape is futile—his jealousy isn’t just possessive, it’s a consuming force that leaves no room for freedom. With each calculated act, he dismantles your world, ensuring you’ll always belong to him, body and soul.

♡ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Baizhu x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Itto x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Kazuha x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Lyney x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Heart's Chains - Part 3

♡ Word Count. 4,223

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non con, psychological manipulation and conditioning, suggestive themes, fear play, emotional manipulation and abuse, hints at rough play and sex, psychological and emotional trauma, isolation, monitoring, lack of boundaries, non con kissing and touching, forced relationship, BDSM, manipulation of circumstances, threats, drugging, removal of rivals

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

♡ A/N. Low-key wanted to make Itto a mean dom. Dumb yanderes are so difficult to write. I cry. Next to any ISTJ yandere, dumb yanderes are second hardest.

♡ Baizhu – The Alchemist’s Poison.

Baizhu’s smile, a sickly sweet balm, cloaked the sharp intent glinting behind his eyes. “Life, my precious flower,” he murmured, his voice soft yet suffocating, “is much too frail to entrust to anyone but me. Your delicate hands were never meant to bear its burdens. Allow me—only me—to carry them for you.”

His words wrapped around you like silk, tightening, fraying your resolve into ribbons of compliance. At first, you had convinced yourself his devotion was genuine—a healer’s oath steeped in compassion. Protector, savior, guardian—he wore these roles as if born to them. But beneath the guise of benevolence lurked a darker truth, insidious and inescapable: his care was a tether, his love a poison.

Baizhu’s jealousy was not a roaring inferno. It crept, unseen, like a toxin leeching into your veins. Slowly, methodically, it burrowed into every crevice of your existence. His presence was a parasitic vine, wrapping tighter with every passing day, strangling the independence you once held dear.

“You shouldn’t be walking so much,” he chided, golden eyes alight with feigned concern. “Your condition is far too delicate. Let me carry you. It’s for your own good.”

Before you could protest, his arms enveloped you, a cage of bone and sinew disguised as comfort. His touch was firm yet tender, his embrace perfumed with the faint, omnipresent scent of medicinal herbs. It was a paradox—gentle yet unyielding, a mirror of his love. Resistance melted under his grasp, and you allowed him to carry you, unaware that each small acquiescence forged another link in the chains binding you to him.

He didn’t need shackles of steel. His care sufficed.

Every bite of food, every sip of water passed through his meticulous hands. Initially, this vigilance seemed thoughtful, an extension of his role as your healer. But soon, you began to notice the peculiar intensity in his gaze. His fingers lingered on the rim of your cup; his lips curved in a fleeting smile as fatigue claimed your body after every meal.

“I’ve perfected the balance of your medicines,” he explained one evening, his tone that of a patient tutor. “You wouldn’t want to disrupt such a delicate equilibrium, would you, my flower?”

His golden eyes gleamed with a quiet, unnerving conviction. You nodded, your will eroding under the weight of his unrelenting care. After all, who else could understand the intricacies of your fragile condition? Who else could safeguard your life? His words became gospel, seeping into your thoughts until you could no longer distinguish them from your own.

The world beyond his reach began to wither. Friends drifted away, their once-familiar faces blurred by distance and neglect. When you asked why they no longer visited, Baizhu’s expression remained serene, his explanation a dagger wrapped in velvet.

“Their presence was too disruptive,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Your health is paramount. I simply told them the truth—only I know how to care for you properly.”

But the truth, like blood from a deep wound, eventually bled through the fabric of his lies. Friends who lingered too long fell ill with strange, inexplicable ailments. Their messages grew cryptic, laced with unspoken warnings, before ceasing entirely. The patterns became undeniable: his love was a scalpel, precise and unrelenting, excising anything that threatened his hold over you.

“Why would you question me, my sweet?” he murmured one night, his voice a silken noose tightening around your sanity. “Why would you need anyone else when I am here? Devoted to you in every conceivable way. I love you more than they ever could.”

His words clung to you, heavy and inescapable. His love was a sanctuary that felt like a tomb, gilded with care but suffused with suffocation. His golden gaze consumed you, twin suns burning with an intensity that brooked no dissent. When his lips brushed the curve of your neck, it wasn’t affection you felt but possession, his breath a ghostly claim against your skin.

“You belong to me,” he whispered, his tone as unyielding as his touch. “You always have. No one else deserves the honor of protecting someone as precious as you.”

Nights became a battleground of silence and shadows. You’d wake to find him seated beside your bed, his gaze fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. His fingers traced the pulse at your throat, the curve of your cheek, as though memorizing the fragility of your existence.

“Your heart beats because I will it,” he’d murmur, each word sinking into your skin like thorns. “Every breath you take is my gift. Don’t squander it, my dear.”

You wanted to scream, to claw at the suffocating vines of his obsession. But your body betrayed you, weakened by his tinctures, his “cures,” his meticulous control. You were a bird in a gilded cage, your wings clipped by the very hands that professed to shelter you.

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One day, your curiosity betrayed you, leading you to his forbidden study. The air was thick with the acrid scent of dried herbs and volatile chemicals. Shelves groaned under the weight of ominous vials and weathered tomes. On the desk lay an open journal, its pages filled with meticulous observations—each breath you took, each flicker of pain, each moment of weakness—all cataloged in his precise, clinical handwriting.

Sketches of your anatomy adorned the pages, grotesquely detailed and annotated with chilling precision. One depicted your ribcage flayed open, each bone meticulously labeled, accompanied by notes speculating on the exact placement of your heart during moments of heightened stress. Diagrams of your organs, veins, and skeletal structure were paired with notes on your diet, your habits, your vulnerabilities.

“I’ve ensured your survival against impossible odds,” his voice broke the silence, calm but carrying a razor-sharp edge. You turned to find him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. “Every sacrifice I’ve made, every choice, has always been for you. Surely, you understand that, my little flower?”

He approached with measured steps, his smile a blade slicing through your fragile resolve. The journal snapped shut in his hands, but its contents remained burned into your mind—a testament to the depth of his obsession. His fingers ghosted over your arm, his touch light but laden with menace.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “Safer than you could ever be anywhere else in this world. Remember that. No one will ever cherish you as I do.”

In that moment, the truth crystallized: there was no escape. Baizhu’s love was a labyrinth of his own design, each twist and turn leading back to him. His care was both poison and sustenance, ensuring your survival while tethering you to his will. His arms encircled you, pulling you into an embrace that felt less like comfort and more like a shroud.

“You are mine,” he murmured, his voice a lullaby of finality. “Entirely, irrevocably, eternally mine.”

And as his golden eyes bored into yours, you felt the weight of his words settle over you like a funeral pall. You were his. Completely, inescapably his.

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♡ Itto – The Oni’s Claim.

The shadows of Hanamizaka stretched long and jagged, clawing at the cobblestone streets as the fading sunlight dipped below the horizon. A lone figure loomed in the suffocating dusk, his massive silhouette swallowing the narrow alleyway where you stood frozen. His horns glinted faintly in the dim light, sharp as blades and crowned with streaks of crimson that mirrored the sinister hues of his piercing gaze. Arataki Itto’s wild grin was plastered across his face, but it carried none of its usual warmth; it twisted instead into something feral, manic—a predator’s grin.

"Found ya," he breathed, his voice a low, throaty rasp that slithered into your ears like the scrape of steel against stone. His towering frame blocked out the world behind him, reducing your field of vision to his imposing presence alone. The air seemed to curdle in his wake, thickening like poison, as his heavy footsteps reverberated closer.

Panic rooted you in place, yet your heart pounded furiously against your ribs, desperate to flee. His molten eyes bore into you, their molten hue shifting between desperate adoration and something darker, something ravenous.

"Why…" he began, his tone suddenly trembling, cracking under the weight of unspoken anguish, "why do you keep trying to run from me? Don’t you know what that does to me?"

He stepped forward, the cobblestones groaning under his boots, and you flinched, instinctively pressing yourself against the cold, unyielding wall at your back. He stopped mere inches away, his massive hands hovering on either side of your head, boxing you in. His claws scraped faintly against the stone, a sound that sent shivers racing down your spine. When he leaned in, his breath was hot against your skin, tinged with the faint metallic tang of his desperation.

"Do you think they’ll protect you?" he whispered, his voice low and almost tender, though laced with an undercurrent of menace. "The Tenryou Commission? Those guys? They don’t even know you like I do. They don’t see the real you." His head tilted slightly, his grin softening but never losing its sharp edges. "I see you. I’ve always seen you. And you… you’re mine."

A trembling hand reached up, calloused fingers brushing against your cheek. His touch was reverent, almost gentle, but it left a burning trail that seared into your skin. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Every instinct screamed to fight back, to scream, but his sheer presence crushed you under its weight.

"I don’t blame you for being scared," he murmured, his voice softening into a low rumble that was no less terrifying. "I know I’m… a lot. I’ve got all this strength, all this power, and it’s overwhelming sometimes, isn’t it? But I’d never hurt you. Never. You’re too precious. Too perfect." His hand trailed down, clawed fingers ghosting over your jawline, your throat, before resting possessively on your shoulder. The weight of it felt suffocating, as if he was branding you with his very essence.

"You don’t have to run anymore," he continued, his tone softening into a chilling mockery of comfort. "I’ve taken care of everything. No one can take you from me now. Not Kujou Sara, not the Tenryou Commission, not anyone. They can’t… they won’t."

His grin faltered for a fraction of a second, and in its place flickered a raw, unguarded desperation.

"You don’t understand what you mean to me, do you?" His voice broke, trembling with something that might have been love if it weren’t so twisted, so wrong. "You’re the only thing keeping me together. Without you, I… I…" His hand tightened around your shoulder, and you whimpered involuntarily. The sound seemed to snap him out of whatever abyss he was spiraling into, and he grinned again, wide and wild and utterly unhinged.

"I’d go mad without you," he said, almost laughing, though the sound was hollow. "I’d tear this whole city apart if it meant keeping you safe. Keeping you with me. You get that, right?"

When you didn’t respond, his eyes darkened, the faint ember of vulnerability extinguished by an all-consuming need. His hands shot to your waist, yanking you forward against his chest in a vice-like grip. You gasped, struggling instinctively, but it only made him tighten his hold, his grin stretching impossibly wider.

"Ah, don’t do that," he murmured, almost playfully, though his voice had a razor-sharp edge. "You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep squirming. And I… well, I can’t let that happen, can I?"

His claws dug faintly into your sides, not enough to draw blood but enough to remind you of the danger you were in. His gaze roamed over your face, his expression softening into something almost tender. But there was nothing tender about the way he held you, caging you in his strength, his warmth, his madness.

"We’re gonna be so happy together," he said, his voice dipping into a low, sing-song cadence that made your stomach churn. "Just you and me, forever. Doesn’t that sound nice?"

When you didn’t answer, he sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. His horns grazed your hair, and you felt their weight, their sharpness, as they loomed over you like a shadow of inevitability.

"You don’t have to say anything," he whispered, his tone softening into something almost gentle, though it sent ice coursing through your veins. "I already know. I can feel it. Deep down, you belong to me. Just like I belong to you."

As his lips ghosted over your temple, your pulse thundered in your ears. His grip on you tightened, as if afraid you’d disappear if he let go for even a second. His breath hitched, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick with emotion.

"I’ll never let you go," he said, his words a promise and a threat all at once. "Never."

And in that moment, you realized the truth—there was no escape. Not from him. Not from this. Not from the suffocating, inescapable web of his obsession.

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♡ Kazuha – The Whispering Wind.

Even the gentlest breeze seemed to falter when Kazuha spoke, as if the air itself dared not trespass against his claim on you. His voice, soft and melodic, carried an unyielding finality, each word a thread that tightened around your chest, making it harder to breathe.

“Even the wind,” he began, crimson eyes gleaming like embers against the dim light, “knowing no master, bends to my will when it concerns you. You are my tether, my anchor, and I would cleave the heavens themselves before I let you drift away.”

His words hung heavy in the air, suffocating in their weight. The stillness surrounding him was not peaceful; it was the predatory calm before the kill. There was no fury in his tone, no tremor of rage. His jealousy was a silent beast, deliberate and methodical, stalking its prey with unrelenting precision.

Kazuha stepped closer, his movements so measured and fluid they resembled the fall of cherry blossoms—graceful, yet foreboding. The faint tang of iron clung to him, mingling with the briny scent of the sea that perpetually lingered in his wake. Each step brought with it the unspoken threat of his presence, an oppressive reminder of your captivity.

“You wander,” he murmured, his voice tinged with melancholy, as if lamenting a betrayal. “As though you believe the world beyond me has something to offer you. But every gust, every whisper of the wind, carries my name to you. You are bound to me, no matter where you run.”

His hand lifted, calloused fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that felt cruel in its juxtaposition to the suffocating atmosphere. The touch lingered, deliberate, each stroke of his thumb against your jawline a silent claim. The gentleness in his touch was an illusion, a prelude to the iron grip that could follow in an instant.

“Do not ask what became of them,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin, yet his words chilling. “The others who thought themselves worthy of your attention. They were obstacles, transient and disposable. You, however…” He paused, his gaze sharpening, the crimson of his eyes darkening like blood pooling beneath the surface. “You are eternal. My eternal.”

The room felt impossibly small, the air thick with the scent of copper and salt. Kazuha’s crimson gaze pinned you in place, dissecting you with an intimacy that felt invasive, wrong. His love was a maelstrom, a grotesque melody of devotion and madness that promised no escape. His blade, an extension of himself, was ever at the ready—not in open threat, but as a silent promise. The memory of screams and the wet, sickening sound of flesh yielding to steel lingered in the air like an unseen specter, a testament to his resolve.

When he spoke again, his voice was a velvet thread, soft and lethal. “You are the ink to my poetry, the essence of every verse I compose. Without you, my existence is meaningless. Do you see? Do you understand, my darling?”

You tried to step back, but his hands caught your face, his grip firm yet deceptively gentle. The dried blood on his fingers flaked off as he cradled your cheeks, the grotesque contrast of his tenderness and violence making your stomach churn. His touch was reverent, as if handling something sacred, yet the possessiveness in his gaze left no room for doubt. You were not a person to him; you were an artifact, a treasure, something to be hoarded and kept.

“Even if you begged the wind to carry you away,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, “it would betray you. The wind knows its master, just as you do. And you… you belong here. In my arms. Where you are both loved and safe.”

But safety was a fragile veneer, cracked by the weight of his obsession. His hands slid lower, tracing the curve of your neck, his touch precise and clinical, like a surgeon mapping his incision points. The pressure was calculated, just shy of discomfort, a silent reminder of his control. His breath ghosted over your skin, warm and sickeningly intimate, as he continued his whispered declarations.

“The world conspires to take you from me,” he said, his tone softening, though the words carried the weight of a threat. “But I will not falter. I will carve away every threat, every obstacle. For you are the stillness within my tempest, the tether that binds me to this wretched existence.”

His crimson eyes softened, but the tenderness only made the madness within them more evident. His adoration was suffocating, a noose tightening around your throat. His kisses, ghosting over your skin, felt like brands, each one marking you as his. He handled you as if you were porcelain, fragile and irreplaceable, yet his gentleness carried an undercurrent of violence—a promise of what would happen if you dared to shatter his delusions.

“A caged bird still sings,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a ghost of a kiss. “And your melody belongs to me.”

In the dim light, his blade gleamed faintly at his side, a silent reminder of the chaos he was capable of unleashing. His crimson gaze bore into yours, unrelenting and invasive, as if peering into the very marrow of your soul. The room grew colder, the air thick with unspoken promises and unrelenting devotion. You were trapped, not by walls, but by the suffocating weight of his love, a love that promised no escape, no freedom.

The wind, once your ally, had turned traitor. And you… you were a bird with broken wings, bound to a love that would never set you free.

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♡ Lyney – The Illusionist’s Trap.

He doesn’t let you see it—not at first, not when the stage lights cast their golden glow on his smile and the audience’s applause thunders like a heartbeat in the hollow theater. To them, he’s nothing more than a charming illusionist, the kind of man who bends reality with the flick of a wrist and the curl of his lips. But you’ve learned to see past the curtain, haven’t you? You’ve glimpsed the darkness that coils behind his playful eyes—a shadow that only ever seems to rise when someone steps too close to you.

“Ah, mon amour,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your ear as his fingers skim your wrist. “You’re the most precious part of my act. Do you think I’d ever let anyone ruin our performance?”

The words sound sweet, harmless, but the grip on your hand tightens just enough to send a chill down your spine. His smile doesn’t falter, not even as his gaze cuts across the room to the unfortunate soul who dared to look at you too long.

And that’s where the nightmare begins.

He doesn’t confront them outright; that wouldn’t do. No, his is a meticulous art, a silent war fought with whispers and invisible threads. The next morning, the admirer finds their belongings missing, their reputation tarnished by secrets they’d never breathed aloud. A scandal breaks. Their face pales in confusion, their voice trembling as they try to explain what cannot be explained.

It’s almost poetic, how quickly they fall apart. Like a magic trick they never saw coming.

And he’s always there, his arms slipping around your waist when the world feels unsteady, his voice low and soothing as he whispers, “What terrible luck they must have had. But don’t worry, ma chérie. I’ll keep you safe from such misfortune.”

You want to believe him. You try to convince yourself that the horrors swirling around you are coincidences, but it’s hard to ignore the glint in his eyes, the way his lips curl when he sees your unease. It’s as though he’s savoring every moment of your confusion, feeding off the fear he pretends not to notice.

One night, you confront him—or you try to. The words stick in your throat as he tilts his head, amusement flickering across his features like candlelight.

“Do you think I’m cruel?” he asks, his voice soft, almost tender. “Everything I do, I do for you. They looked at you like they had the right to dream. I merely reminded them of their place.”

You can’t respond. You’re too caught up in the way his fingers brush your cheek, his touch featherlight but suffocating all the same. His smile never wavers, even as his words twist like a knife in your chest.

“Do you know what scares me?” he continues, his tone darkening. “The thought of losing you. Of watching someone else steal the magic we’ve created together. Tell me you understand, ma chérie. Tell me you’d never betray me.”

The room feels colder, the air thinner. His hands linger on your shoulders, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles that feel less like comfort and more like chains.

“Say it,” he presses, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Say you love me. Louder this time.”

When you hesitate, his grip tightens. The gentleness fades from his expression, replaced by something darker, hungrier.

“Do you need a reminder?” he asks, his smile sharpening. “It’s easy to forget, I suppose, with all these distractions. Perhaps I should show you just how deeply I care for you… and how easily I can remove anything that stands in our way.”

The next day, another admirer vanishes. This time, the disappearance isn’t quiet. Blood stains the cobblestones near the market, crimson streaks smeared across the street like grotesque brushstrokes. People whisper of a beast, a shadow that moves too quickly to see. And yet, when you turn to him, his expression remains serene, his hands steady as he adjusts the cuffs of his coat.

“Tragic, isn’t it?” he says, his tone almost pitying. “But some people just can’t resist playing with fire.”

You don’t ask him what he means. You don’t dare.

Instead, you let him pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a way that feels both protective and imprisoning. His lips brush your temple, his voice a murmur that seems to echo in your skull.

“We’re a perfect pair, you and I,” he says, his breath warm against your skin. “Like magic and illusion. One cannot exist without the other. And without me, my love, your world would crumble.”

The worst part is… he’s right.

His presence has become a constant, a thread woven into every corner of your life. He’s there when you wake, when you sleep, when you dream. His voice lingers in your thoughts, his touch a phantom that never fades. And as much as you want to pull away, you can’t deny the truth that’s buried deep within your chest:

You’ve fallen for the illusion.

But illusions, as he’s so fond of reminding you, are not meant to be escaped. They’re meant to be lived, cherished, and—if necessary—enforced.

“You’ll never leave me,” he promises, his voice as smooth as silk. “Not because you can’t, but because you won’t. Isn’t that right, ma chérie?”

And as his lips curve into that familiar, devastating smile, you realize he’s not asking. He’s telling you.

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LOVEMAKING (NSFW)

Genshin Impact x Reader Christmas Advent Calendar, Day 5!

Dom reader thank you :D

Gender not defined here (maybe next time :).)

I've noticed that my posts with a hint of dirtiness gets the most interactions lmfao (they literally blow up my activity box)

so here you go - just trying something different :)

your present for christmas - an unholy post

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONEEEE!!!

LOVEMAKING

"H-Hnng!" He squirms in your hold, panting as you pleasure him more and more. Oh god- Why are you so good at this? All of the pleasure is driving him insane! "A-Aah...~ M-Mmf...!"

"Feels good?" You ask, an amused lilt to your voice as you continue filling his pretty head up with nothing but you.

"Y-Yes! Y-Yes...!" He whines underneath you, being forced to take everything you give him, no matter how overstimulating. He's just your little toy, your puppet, your puppy who you can break and use over and over again. He'd do anything for you.

Whimpering, he holds you tighter, bringing you closer to him to feel more of that delicious, torturous pleasure despite feeling his thighs and body shake. He wants more. He needs more. "M-More... M-More! P-Please, pleasepleaseplease-!"

Thoma, Neuvillette, Kaveh, Gorou, Xiao, Baizhu, Childe, Albedo, anyone you want hehe (heck, even other characters from other fandoms)

[yzashaven]

2023 KINKTOBER︰10﹒16

꒰ —♡ R I D I N G ! ꒱

୨♡୧︰featuring﹒genshin men x fem!reader

୨♡୧︰warnings﹒riding, reader on top but not necessarily dom, praising, sensory deprivation/restraining (handcuffs, shibari, blindfold, collar n leash!), bit of clit stim, think that's all!!

୨♡୧︰note﹒writing these (headcanons) seem to be easier and quicker so i think i'll do this for now except for the last part of the event :3 hope these are even the least bit accurate!! + i hope i got the last ones right— not proofread + HOLY SHIT SO MUCH TAGS

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EVENT MASTERLIST !

꒰ soft, gentle, sweet ꒱ with eyes trailing down your body from your breasts, to your hips, and down to where you were connected at; his gaze was full of admiration as he observed the way you bounced on his cock in the perfect rhythm that was sure to leave you both satisfied. he'd lean in to place soft and loving kisses on your neck, throwing praises at you at the same time. "my pretty little angel~ just like that, do what feels good for you, yeah?" his hand would graze down to your clit to gently rub it in a way that was pleasurable for you, helping you ride out your climax and stroking your hair to calm you down from the intensity that made your whole body shake as you moaned out his name—he chuckles softly, "so adorable."

diluc, albedo, aether, zhongli, baizhu, kazuha, thoma, ayato, tighnari, lyney, neuvillette, childe, pantalone

꒰ whimpering and begging ꒱ he absolutely loves it when you ride him <3 his grip on your hips going weak from the amount of pleasure you were giving to the both of you, it had him trembling and attempting to muffle the sound of his voice by burying his face into your shoulder. seems like he's the one begging this time, begging you for more. "p-please—let me cum in you... please?" how could you ever resist him? with a lewd cry, he'd fill you up to the brim with his seed, still extremely sensitive as you kept your movements going. he'd also beg you to keep riding him, to cum around his cock, of course he cares about your pleasure as well. "c'mon baby, please—cum on my cock, please... need to feel you clenching around me."

diluc, aether, venti, xiao, kazuha, thoma, itto, gorou, lyney, dainsleif

꒰ sensory deprivation + items ꒱ hear me out when i say he prefers to have you restrained and helpless in some way; whether it be through handcuffs or shibari/bondage, a simple blindfold, maybe even a collar with a leash attached to it if that's what you're into. his hands held onto your hips and guided you in finding the perfect pace and force, along with the angle that quickly sent you over the edge as it hit all your sensitive spots and stretched you out so good. "all you have to do is look pretty for me, love." he'd coo at you in a manner that was teasing—as if mocking you from how fucked out you become from his cock, doesn't matter whether you were situated beneath or above him, the outcome was always the same. "g'nna cum again, are you? hah~ you're trembling, how cute."

handcuffs/ties your wrists︰kaeya, heizou, wanderer, cyno, kaveh, wriothesley, capitano

shibari/bondage︰corrupt!albedo, kuronushi, alhaitham, pierro

blindfold︰kaeya, ayato, heizou, alhaitham, dottore, dainsleif

collar and leash︰abyss!aether, childe, scaramouche, dottore

[mvrders-are-okay]

this is what i’m talking about that fucking baizhu until he starts coughing, aha.

fucking baizhu would be SO funny because like if you're not careful he will crumple like wet tissue paper

Sex with chronic illness(es) really is like that sometimes 🥹

Poor thing can be so fragile, requiring extra care and more gentle touches than the average person. It's not that he doesn't want you to fuck him stupid or be rough, but if you fold him in half or push his delicate body too hard, Baizhu will be in pain for days or even weeks 🥺

Tbh I headcannon Baizhu as a bit of a masochist. He loves the idea of pushing himself and figuring out how much pain his body can take, it's just not all that practical given his condition. But a man can fantasize, can't he?

[unknown-genshin-fan]

NSFW alphabet poll(genshin, part 2)

(choose 1 character from poll 1 and the other character in this poll)

[affableramen]

Kinktober list (updated) Genshin Impact only

(Starting from Oct 2 as I’m still sick after hospital)

Changes may occur in process

And minors DNI, this content is mature

FIRST WEEK

their “donts” in sex (Wriothesley, Tartaglia, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Capitano, Dottore, Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Baizhu)

aphrodisiac (established rel. Pantalone, Neuvillette)

dry humping smau (Wriothesley, Tartaglia, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Capitano, Dottore, Alhaitham, Baizhu)

how long they last headcanons (Wriothesley, Tartaglia, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Capitano, Dottore, Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Baizhu)

how loud / emotional in bed they usually are headcanons (Wriothesley, Tartaglia, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Capitano, Dottore, Alhaitham, Dainsleif, Baizhu)

SECOND WEEK

asking them if they masturbate to you headcanons (pre-rel.)

they ask you if you liked having sex with them last night smau (early stage of rel.)

slight fem dom (consensual): Pantalone, Neuvillette, Wriothesley

alhaitham solo (wedding night)

asking them to pull your hair

who comes first?

their love language when they want sx

them when a kiss gets too hot

THIRD WEEK

them accidentally hurting you during it (smau)

asking their favourite bdsm equipment (smau)

you walk in on them relieving stress

Don’t forget that our banker is nearing menopause, so be gentle with him ‼️

[fairszy]

genshin impact nsfw links ♡ 🕊️

an: hello my loves and welcome to a collection of nsfw videos i’ve found that remind me of our darling genshin males ! ♡ please feel free to request specific characters in the future, enjoy loves ~

♡ — thigh fucking with diluc !

♡ — sub lyney with a dom reader !

♡ — trans kaveh with al haitham !

♡ — mornings with ajax !

♡ — scara + aether ! (has two separate videos !)

♡ — thoma can’t help himself !

♡ — playing with baizhu !

♡ — breeding gorou !

♡ — late night videos from al haitham !

♡ — overstimulating wriothesley ! (before anyone asks, it’s male arousal fluids ! not piss <3)

♡ — zhongli + childe !

[prttykittes]

MASTERLIST! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Meanings :: — 🦷= fluff/sfw, 🧠 = smut/nsfw, 🕊️ = dark content, 🦴 = angst, 🐾 = platonic

A/N :: most of them are afab but also gender neutral! but I am trying to do amab as well!{btw afab means people born as females, amab means people born as males! Still gender neutral..kinda ig)

Events :: KINKTOBER 2023 ! .

Genshin impact !

STEPBRO!Kaeya devours you when your asleep! — Kaeya #afab/female reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

BIGBRO!Aether fucks you and claims you! — Aether #Gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

ONLYFANS!Scara fucks you! — trans!Scaramouche #afab reader 🧠

Foul legacy Childe fucks you after losing the battle! — Childe #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️

Multiple genshin characters smut! — Beidou, Kazuha, Zhongli, Diluc #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️ (two are incest)

ONLYFANS!Childe rides your dick/strap! — Childe #gender neutral reader 🧠

Cutting initials on both skins! — Rosaria, Yae Miko #female reader 🧠🦷(slightly suggestive)

You Fuck afab!kabukimono cunt with your dick/strap! — kabukimono/Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠

Dom!Scara fucks you and him with a double dildo! — Scaramouche #female/afab reader 🧠

Face riding Childe! — Childe #afab reader 🧠

:3 anon writes Zhongli sadly boops ur dead body(tw.nerco)! — Zhongli #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️(I can't fix the tags for some reason, it won't let me :(

Afab!Scara humps ur pillow and piss' and comes on it! — Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠

Baking a cake with big brother!scara! — Scaramouche, Ei, Yae Miko #gender neutral reader 🦷🐾

Scara fucks you and pisses in your hole! — Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠

Lactation kink with Scara(your pregnant in this..)! — Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠

Doctor dottore confess his feelings for you! — dottore #gender neutral reader 🦷(🕊️maybe)

Scara craves his name into your skin! — Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🦷(tw.blood)

Pegging Lyney with a 🍌 with a rainbow condom! — Lyney #afab reader 🧠

S-cara writes me Scara smut! — no reader mentioned #Scara solo 🧠

I write S-cara a gift! — CHONGYUN x reader x SCARAMOUCHE #gn reader 🧠

Childe fucks u when his siblings open presents! — Childe/Ajax #gender neutral reader 🧠

Threesome and NTR with genshin characters! — Xiao, Zhongli, Venti, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Raiden EI, Xingqiu, Chongyun #gn reader 🧠(cw.slight incest, NTR)

Stepcest w/ genshin men — Scaramouche, Zhongli, Kazuha, Kabukimono #gn reader 🧠🕊️(tw.stepcest)

Fem!scara scissors you! — Scaramouche #afab reader 🧠

Scara and Xiao noncon threesome u! — Xiao, Scaramouche #gn reader 🧠🕊️(tw. Noncon, slight stepcest)

Scara fucks u cat!reader when ur in heat! — Scaramouche #amab reader 🧠(CW.dubcon?)

Incest w/ wo/men! — Diluc, Lisa, Baizhu, Scaramouche, Childe #afab & GN!reader 🧠🕊️(tw.incest)

GENSHIN and HSR men w/ smut! — Dottore, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Blade, Dan Heng, Jing yuan #gn & afab reader 🧠

(step or not) big!brother! scara has anal sex with u! — Scaramouche #afab reader 🧠🕊️(tw.(step/in)cest)

Wanderer awkwardly praising you! — Wanderer #gender neutral reader 🧠

Kazuha praises and Wanderer regards you! Kazuha, Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠 (CW.threesome)

Bully!reader bullies their sensitive nipples! — Kabukimono, Thoma, Kazuha #gender neutral reader 🧠 (cw.classroom sex)

Public sex and getting caught! — Kaeya, Wanderer, Kazuha #gender neutral reader 🧠

Fucking their boyclits! — Scaramouche, Yuta, Choso #gender neutral reader 🧠

Klee comforting her 15yr bff! - Klee #gender neutral reader 🐾

Foursome with Venti, Kazuha, Scara! — venti, Kazuha, Scara #gender neutral reader 🧠

Raw and lipstick! — Choso, Kabukimono, Gojo, Childe #gender neutral reader 🧠

Kazuha fucks you and scara after y'all tried! — Kazuscara #gender neutral reader 🧠

Bsd !

Daddy kink! — Dazai, Fukuzawa, Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠

Blowjobs! — Akutagawa, Atsushi, ranpo #amab reader 🧠

Domming you! — Dom!ranpo #amab reader 🧠

Pussy and dick! — Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi #afab reader 🧠

Akutagawa eats you out! — Akutagawa #afab reader 🧠

Beast!Boss Dazai punishes you — Dazai #afab reader 🧠

Chii reader personality — Dazai, Atsushi, Mori #gender neutralreader 🧠

Nipple play — Chuuya #gn reader 🧠

One night stand! — PMzai #female reader 🧠

First time + highschooler reader! — Dazai #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️

Date and "normal" highschooler reader! — PMzai #gender neutral reader 🦷

Annoying people when you are with him! — Akutagawa, Sigma #female reader 🦷

Writing Fantasies! — Poe #gender neutral 🧠🦷

Anonymous and I write incest smut of Chuuya! — Dad!Chuuya #afab reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Lingerie shopping & fucking! — Dazai #afab reader 🧠

Rei personality! Reader! — Beast!Dazai, Fyodor #female reader 🧠

:3 anon and I write dazai fucks you with your panties! — Dazai #afab reader 🧠

:3 anon writes roofie smut with Dazai! — Dazai #gender neutral 🧠🕊️

Chubby darling anon writes pervy stepbro! — Dazai #afab reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

🌷 anon writes BigBro!Nikolai teaching you! — Nikolai #female reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Nerco!boypussy sigma fucks himself on you! — Sigma #afab reader 🧠🕊️

Dominating beast Dazai!(after he doms you) — BEASTZai #gender neutral reader 🧠

Cheater!bsd cheats on you! — Dazai, Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠

You have sex with the girls in cheater!bsd — female ocs (Dazai,Chuuya) #gender neutral reader 🧠

Comforting you about sh scars(?)! — Dazai, Chuuya #female reader 🦷

Baking cupcakes for your loved one! — Kenji, Unspecified #gender neutral 🦷🐾(one is where reader likes Kenji and second is Unspecified x reader :)

Chubby darling anon writes Icky stalker! Poe smut! — Poe #i forgot gender reader 🧠

Reader touching themselves and the bed men watch you! — Dazai, Fyodor, Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠

Brat taming Ranpo but not really?? Not sure tbh! — Ranpo, mentioned Poe #amab reader 🧠

15!ssk comforting you after an weird old man! — Chuuya, Dazai #gender neutral reader 🦷(🐾)

First time with Atsushi! — Atsushi #female/afab reader 🧠🦷

Dad!Chuuya throat fucks you(his son's homeroom teacher!) — Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠

Stepdad!Chuuya fucks u and cupcakes! — Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠 🕊️ (tw.stepcest)

EXTRA! [twst, hsr, tokyorev, jjk, pjsk, randoms!)

GENSHIN and HSR men w/ smut! — Dottore, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Blade, Dan Heng, Jing yuan #gn & afab reader 🧠

Leona fucks because ur his lucky item! — Leona #afab reader 🧠

Fucking their boyclits! — Scaramouche, Yuta, Choso #gender neutral reader 🧠

Raw and Lipstick! — Choso, Kabukimono, Gojo, Childe #gender neutral reader 🧠

BLUE LOCK !

Sexually provoked! — Barou #female reader 🧠

Threesome with reonagi and bonus! — Reo, Nagi #gender neutral reader 🧠

Demon Slayer !

:3 anon and I write Free use Friday so he fucks you until your out! — Giyu #gender neutral reader 🧠

Chainsaw man !

One sided date! — Denji #Gender neutral reader 🦷

Pick which one of us! — Denji, Yoshida #implied fem but gender neutral 🦷

:3 anon and I write Dad!Aki fucking you and calling you mutt!! #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Obey me !

Nothing yet (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

Original characters & unspecified characters !

:3 anon writes good incest smut and I love them for it!! — unspecified #fem reader(uses she/her) 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Blowing daddy!(I write smut in a hate post)! — incest(daddy! Unspecified #gender neutral 🧠🕊️ (incest)

You have sex with the girls in cheater!bsd — female ocs(Dazai, Chuuya) #gender neutral 🧠

:3 anon and I write incest sister smut with leash! — female oc/unspecified #feminine! reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Nanny!Reader has sex with married man?! — unspecified/male oc #gender neutral reader 🧠

Butler!male teacher his master(you) a lesson about your mouth! — Unspecified/male oc #gender neutral reader 🧠

Paying stuff with your mouth! — shop worker!male unspecified/oc #gender neutral reader 🧠

Perv!character fucks "you" but he is doing a random girl and imagines it's u! — Unspecified #afab reader 🧠

Yandere!male who fucks someone for your guys child! — Oc/Unspecified #gn reader 🧠(CW.dubcon(?)

Yandere!Loser fucks u! — Oc #gender neutral reader 🧠(tw. masochist)

(⁠｢⁠`⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠｢ yippee!!

[melodic-haze]

haii!! I really like ur arle fic ^_^ could you write smth for sub yelan? can be a thirst :)

☆ — SONG TITLE: Safe and sound

☆ — PAIRING: sub!Yelan x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: Hurt with comfort, fluff, NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: MIGHT be ooc bc by GOD do I barely remember things now, gn but she calls you "doll" so there's that, praise kink, body worship, soft sex :3, fingering to cunnilingus pipeline, does it count as semi-public if you have sex in the bedroom interior thing of the pharmacy, silly banter bc I think sex is silly❗️❗️❗️

☆ — NOTES: HIII YAYYY THANK YOU 🫶🫶🫶 I absolutely can anon❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ I need Yelan in my life so baaaad. Also do they even have actual hospitals in Liyue cuz Bubu Pharmacy's.....a pharmacy 😓 idc pretend they have patient rooms

☆ — WORD COUNT: 3,875 wtf

You told yourself that you knew what you were getting into, when you began your relationship with Yelan.

She's a busy woman—when your girlfriend technically doesn't exist for the sake of keeping her job as the personal intelligence officer for the Tianquan, you didn't really have a choice but to accept that things would be.. inconvenient for both you and your relationship.

You knew there would be risks. You knew that in order to make this work, the both of you had to reconcile with the fact that neither of you are completely safe from the possible consequences that came from her working in the more definitely-not-legal clandescine side of peacekeeping. One wrong move and she, the hunter, could get hunted.. and you could easily be used as bait.

You both knew that, and neither of you took it lightly. Obviously not; one stupid mistake and whatever cover she had on would be uprooted and someone would get hurt. But it's easy to admit that with how proficient your lover is with her work, the danger seems oh so far away...

Which makes the falling action hit all the more harder, because hope is a painfully fragile thing.

You're a storyteller at the Heyu Tea House, much like Liu Su is. Perhaps you could've worked at Yanshang, considering your very intimate connection with its owner, but such closeness risked turning you into an accessory people could exploit to reach their target. Those who've witnessed you consider you a talent—you had a way of weaving words together at a second's notice, your voice the only element needed to transport the public's focus and imagination to another world.

Yelan had admired that silver-tongued quality of yours.. or, as she had joked about more than once, your delightful skill with your mouth. The joke aside, it was something that you two had in common, except you told tales of the brave and the bold with freedom and joyous passion while she told tales of ever-shifting identities to keep herself hidden as she did her job.

..But no tales of glory could ever reassure you when a messenger brought news of Yelan's state, no tales of security could keep you above the ocean of overwhelming dread.

You had to rush over to Bubu Pharmacy, not caring that you were leaving work and all the tea house's patrons behknd when you had just been told that she was in critical condition. What kind of state is she in? How did it happen?

By the time you get there, you were almost ready to burst into the interior before Herbalist Gui steps in the way, "Wait, wait. Who--"

"Where.." you heaved, having just ran basically from one end of the Harbor to another, "where is she? Yelan? Inside, yes? I have to--"

"Slow down."

"But she's in critical--"

"Assuming you're the one I've been told to wait for, she was in critical condition. She's recovering, at the moment.. though Dr. Baizhu himself was tasked to brief you about it inside."

The feeling of relief was small and momentary but comforting, "Then can I see her? Please?"

He nodded before opening the door himself, "Just don't rush in like you were about to."

With a hum of affirmation, you stepped inside, eyes darting around to find your lover before eventually locking onto a certain bedridden figure in hushed conversation, along with Dr. Baizhu.. and Lady Ningguang.

Sure, it would've done you some good to act relatively composed in the Qixing's presence, but it's not like that was the time for it.

So instead you quickly walk over with urgency, the other two weren't much of a priority to you right now, "Yelan!"

She pauses before turning her head and smiles as she sees you approach, opening her arms to you, "Y/N, sweetheart, there you are..."

You move to quickly embrace her, burying your face in the crook of her neck. Her familiar scent and her comforting warmth overtaking your senses and reassuring you that she is fine and she is NOT dying and--

You feel her wince before trying her best to cover it up, unintentionally prompting you to let go. You look at her with worry once again before you see her try to smile, though it looks more like a grimace to you.

"I'll be fine, you don't need to treat me like I'm made of glass." She then winks at you, as if she wasn't at all injured, "You know I like it rough, doll."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes with a huff despite the situation, "Your possible death bed isn't really the place to be joking like this..."

She shrugged, "On the contrary, I think this is the perfect time. I'm not dead yet, though."

"You could've been."

"You, indeed, could've been."

Both of you turned to look at the two briefly forgotten figures in the room, said two sporting small smiles befitting of their own nature. The doctor's snake, Changsheng, looks to the side as if disinterested but you see that there's some sort of pleasant glint on her eyes.

Baizhu starts off slow, as if speaking to a spooked deer, probably for your sake, "Unfortunately, Yelan's life was almost taken due to a mix of a poison build-up and bleeding out too much. We've.. had to keep her here in secret for a while in order to keep watch of her state. At least," he let out a light chuckle, "until she managed to stay conscious for longer than five minutes."

"It was a lot of trouble, you know." The albino snake hissed out, "Really had to keep an eye on her 24/7 in case she suddenly curled up and died more than she looked instead of just taking a nap."

"Now, my case wasn't that dire--"

"Barbaric as it is, I'll bite you and fill you with poison again if you say otherwise, human--"

"Before your pet snake threatens my agent's life a week after she almost died, might I suggest we hurry this along? I'm sure Y/N would like to be alone with your patient instead of witnessing this little farce of yours." Despite her words, Ningguang's lips had easily curled into a small smirk, her eyebrows slightly raised and her tone amused.

"Come now, you heard the Tianquan; no need to threaten the patient, Changsheng," Baizhu sighed as he softly nudged her head away with a knuckle. "The sooner we brief her other half over here, the sooner you can go, okay?"

The snake companion offered no other form of acknowledgement beyond a little huff before resting her head on Baizhu's shoulder.

"So..." You start, "You're telling me that she's been here for.. a week."

Ningguang nods.

"And nobody went to tell me."

The Tianquan let out a small sigh before lifting a hand to idly summon a few of her small gem constructs and swirling it around, "After thinking it through, we weren't necessarily left with a choice. She was in dire need of immediate help, everything else came after."

'Necessary' this, 'thinking' that, it was getting a bit infuriating, "If it was so bad then why send her in such a dangerous mission in the first place?!"

"It wasn't supposed to be."

You all turned to look at Yelan, who had been silently watching you on her bed, and you just now notice the slender hand that gently tugged down on your arm.

She then turns to the others with a smile, "I'll take the rest of the explanation. With my service, I think I'm at least owed some time alone with this sweetheart I'm holding onto right now."

Ningguang nods as Baizhu stands up, the both of them moving to leave. However, you hear the doctor call out as he closes the door, smug amusement practically radiating off his voice, "Don't exhaust her too much now!"

The door closes, leaving you two alone, and you couldn't help but cringe at the Doctor's remark as Yelan laughed. That moment only lasted for a few moments, however, before worry and dread came back to make itself known to you.

"I'm still mad, you know."

"I know, doll."

"And worried."

"Mhm."

"If you knew then why wasn't I told that you've been here this whole time?" You ducked your head as your hands sought to hold onto yoour lover's own, "You could've died nearby and I wouldn't have known until it was too late."

Her hands reciprocated your gesture, giving you a light squeeze, "Don't hate me."

"What for?"

"I was the one who told them not to say anything until I was all better."

"..But why?"

"It was something I arranged with Ningguang a while ago about you; if I'm ever in a really bad state, it should be kept secret until I either recover or.. well, you know."

"That's not telling me why."

"I was getting to that, sweetheart," she chuckled as she lifted one of your hands to press a small kiss on the back of it, "it's to protect you. I'm not risking my life to risk yours even more.. and I didn't want you getting worried or getting false hope in case I didn't get through. I wanted to come back to you injury-free."

You took pause, considering her words. You knew she was right, getting all wound up about something that would or wouldn't have come would've been.. stressful. And in doing so, there's a chance that you might be identified and used against her. It might be extreme, but it pays to be careful when your girlfriend's basically a spy.

"You still had me worried, though."

"Haha, yeah, I'm sorry."

"I almost knocked some poor patron's tea onto his lap from rushing out to see you and yet all you do is laugh it off."

Yelan snorted, "Really?"

"Yes? I don't have time to be careful when you could've been dead! What even happened?"

"I took a gamble on the whole thing and it ended up backfiring, that's all."

"..And I'm guessing that's all you'll tell me?"

"Until I get the all-clear, yes. Sorry, love."

"That's fine. It's.. the same old. I just wish you were more careful."

"Mm. I said I'm sorry, didn't I?"

You look up at her to reply but you stop in your tracks as you see the way she's looking at you.

Her eyes, coloured a dazzling aquamarine, looked at you with such love and care. Coupled up with that easy, relaxed smile, it reminds you of why you're willing to put up with.. all this for the love of your life.

Your words are taken from you and you couldn't care less, not when she lets go of your hands and wraps them around your neck.

"I missed you," she says, and you can't help but melt.

"I missed you too. So much."

"Then can I..?"

Your eyes crinkled at the request, easily falling back into the dynamic you have with her, "We're not done talking about this. And you're not meant to be exhausted."

"I almost died, can't a woman get a reward for surviving a bad roll?"

"You could, but that's not how you ask."

Her voice turns airy yet raspy at your reminder, her tone simultaneously taunting and begging, "Please?"

"..Alright, fine then. Come here." And that's all you say before you both lean in, her arms slowly tugging you down on the bed with her as you follow through the movement.

Soon enough, you're on top of her as slow, gentle kisses progressed and increased in intensity, her hands wandering and grasping onto you as if you were her one lifeline, the reason why she lived. And perhaps you are, with the way she cherishes you and lets you do whatever you wish to her, both in body and soul. Your touch, in contrast to her uncoordinated movements, is gentle and unhurried as you make sure to be careful of possibly hurting the woman underneath you.

The both of you make relatively quick work in removing the clothes you have on, with more effort on your part due to your insistence in letting her lean back so that she doesn't accidentally strain herself. You almost regret it when you see the state of her body—the bruises are fading away faster than it probably would've, were it not for Baizhu's help, but the cuts...

"Even with the doctor's healing, they don't look too good, do they?" You hear Yelan muse, her ever so confident tone slightly tinged with a touch of self-consciousness, "You don't need to look at them, doll. I wouldn't--"

"No, they're.. beautiful."

She snorts again, an unsure smirk on her lips and a light pink dusting her cheeks, "Usually I'd agree, but those are recent gashes you're looking at."

"And?" You raised an eyebrow, "They may look a bit.. gnarly but you survived all of this. How can I not think they're beautiful? How can I not think you're beautiful?"

She doesn't say anything back, though you hear her exhale shakily before she pulls you back into another brief kiss. You don't stay there long, however, as you slowly make your way down: gently biting and licking her neck, playing and sucking onto her nipples with great care, kissing every scar and bruise and wound she's received in great reverence to the one you love, caressing every inch of her body...

Underneath you, Yelan squirms in pleasure and anticipation, her breathing deep and her skin flushed as you take your time in worshipping every single inch of her body. Her hips rock up in an effort to grind her clit up on your thigh. She was desperate—of all the places you decided to caress, you've yet to touch the one place she needed you the most after the whole time you've been apart. You knew this, and yet you kept going.

Yelan knew how to handle hard and rough, but she was lost when it came to soft and gentle.

"Please, babe," she practically moaned out, "Aren't you-- ah.. taking longer than... than usual..?"

You pressed a kiss on a closed wound as you grazed a nipple with your thumb, "Am I? I didn't realise you timed me whenever I had you at my mercy."

Her breath hitched at the movement, "No, just.. instinct... How long are you--"

"But I haven't shown how much I love every single inch of you yet."

"I think I'd get the message if y-- ohfuck... if you got to the main event."

You sported a mock pout, your words failing to hide your teasing intent that just wants to have her squirming for you, at least for a little while, "I haven't seen you in a good while, can't you let me savour you?"

You see her gulp, her eyes half-lidded before one of her hands move to comb her hair out of the way, "You have.. you have all of me, no matter what."

..That was enough, especially after finding out that you almost lost her.

Your hand grazed her skin as it travelled down to her core, your fingers lightly swabbing the slit to get a feel of the wetness accumulating in the apex of her thighs. "You're so wet... Maybe I should treat you like a fragile little princess more often, hm?" You couldn't help the remark as you rubbed circles on her clit and gave her what she wanted, especially when she lets out such a delicious whine.

"I need.. inside... Come on, now, sweetheart, I--"

"You were doing so well..." Your minstrations slowed down, earning another whine from who was supposed to be a mature woman, "What's the magic word, hm? We've gone through this."

She doesn't hesitate, "Please put.. put your fingers in me, I've needed you for s-so-- oh my fucking-- mmnf!"

You made quick work in finding someone's discarded panties—yours or hers, you couldn't care less right now—and using it as a makeshift gag to silence your lover when you finally sink your fingers into her wet, hot pussy. "I don't know if you remember since apparently you've been here the entire time, but we're not home right now. So I suggest you try your best to stay quiet."

"That is," you continue with a raised eyebrow, keeping your hand still inside her and practically relishing in her pleading gaze, "you can keep quiet, right? I wouldn't want us to be a disturbance so if you can't, then..."

You make a point to remove your fingers at an agonising pace, its presence leaving just as soon as it came, but her hand reaches out in an effort to keep you inside. You see her shaking her head 'no', though she doesn't let out a sound.

"Good girl," and you plunge your fingers in once again as some sort of makeshift punctuation to your brief praise, to which you could feel her hips buck sharply into your hand in response.

Your lips and your unoccupied hand wandered around her body, as if making sure that she was there with you and actually alive instead of whatever worrying condition she was in. And really, if it weren't for some lucky stroke of luck, she wouldn't even be here in your arms right now.

You knew the risks of being with her but that didn't mean you liked it—the thought of losing your lover was...

"..Mm?"

You looked at her and you see a questioning yet knowingly sympathetic look in her eyes, and that's when you realise that you had unconsciously stopped moving entirely.

She moves her hand, though it isn't to remove the makeshift gag in her mouth. Rather, she moves it to softly brush her knuckles on your cheek, reassuring you of her present existence without words.

..You needed her just as much as she needed you.

With a pleasant hum, you kissed her again before moving your head down and leaving a trail of kisses in your wake. You stop at her glistening core, wet with slick and anticipating your next move from the way it squeezes down on your unmoving digits, before you descend further and give her clit a slow, tentative lick. The effect is immediate—you hear her let out a muffled gasp as her hands dart to the back of your head.

Her reactions have always been a delight to witness because of how it was always such a gamble to you; was she going to try holding it in or was she going to be so expressive that you have to keep her still? Was she going to be a good girl and follow every little thing you say or was she going to be a brat and defy you until you've broken her in? But this time it's delightful in a different way—your entire exchange is so utterly intimate and caring and reassuring for the both of you.

And the effect on her is also delightful too. Putting her hands on your head and alternating between gripping it tight and massaging your scalp as you consumed her entire being, murmuring sweetly broken-apart words of her love for you as she tries to quiet down for you, pulling you closer by wrapping her legs around your head and never letting you go while her body twitches and reacts at your every minstration... For once, she doesn't know what to do, simply laying there as a helpless pile of need and desire that's being wound up tight with care until she possibly can't anymore.

When your fingers curl up into that one specific spot as you sucked on her clit just the right way, you feel her finally snap and let go before you hear it.

It happens in such a mesmerising sequence; her breath hitches once more as her body locks in place for a mere second before she bucks her hips and shakes uncontrollably. Her hands claw on your scalp and her thighs squeeze you tighter, practically closing up any space to breathe and yet you don't care—you happily continue on with your movements and help your lover ride through her much-needed orgasm. Then that's when you hear her garbled screams, the makeshift gag in her mouth definitely not enough to contain the sound, mixed with "I love you"s and scrambled words of gratitude as she rides out her high.

It takes a while, but eventually she settles down. Yelan's grip on you softens up and you are given room to move off her and finally breathe (not as if you were complaining, in the first place). So you extract yourself from her lower body, though not without cleaning her slick up with careful licks as you slowly took your fingers out as to not overstimulate her further. You licked your own fingers clean right after with a little wink at her and you see her roll her eyes with a smile as she takes the panties out her mouth and puts them aside, the expression complimented with a blushing tint on her cheeks.

You kiss all the way back up her body until you reach her lips, and a hand goes up to cup your cheek as you share this tender moment together between you. And when your lips break apart, your body doesn't follow—instead, you lie beside her with both your limbs tangled up together and never letting go. You would have lied down on her but you didn't want to put pressure on her still-recovering body.

Neither of you speak for a little while, satisfied with simply hearing the sounds of each other's breathing. Of her breathing, an indication that she's alive and with you at this present moment. It's so easy to just.. close your eyes and fall into a comfortable slumber with your partner right here with you.

But eventually, Yelan manages to form her words, "I missed that."

You raised an eyebrow, "What, the sex?"

"Well, yes. You're a natural, sweetheart. But no, I meant being with you."

"..Me too."

...

"There is.. one more thing I want to do."

"And what's that?"

And she turns to look at you with that dazzling sea of aquamarine blanketed with a warm, loving gaze, "Rest. With you."

The smile that stretches your lips isn't enough, could never be enough, to express the happy warmth that blossomed within you, "We can do that."

You don't do it immediately; you've had to briefly extract yourself to put your own clothes back on and help Yelan with hers (despite her insistence that she can do it herself) because the least you two can do is look somewhat presentable in case someone comes in. But when you finish up and you come back to bed with her, it doesn't take all that long for peaceful exhaustion to overtake you.

The last thing you see is Yelan's live, blissful expression of happiness, something one wouldn't expect from someone in her line of work and yet there it was.

And it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

(And when you wake, you see her snoring lightly with her lips slightly apart.

And you wouldn't want to trade this—her—for anything.)