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Genshin Gotcha for Gaza Fundraiser

Hello! My name is Spades, and I'm an author who wants to fundraise for Gaza! Have a Genshin oneshot idea you'd love to see written up by someone?

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[mallyreallylikesjinx]

Since ur requests are open, could I pretty please with cherry on top request a yan!Jinx with a darling who is from our world?

Tsm 4 reading my request, take care of yournself and have a wondefull day!

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA JSJSJS, I wasn't in the mood for writing a fic. May update depends how sick I am later xx

TW: I guess this is season 1 Jinx?, Jinx's abandonment issues, delusional behavior?, violence

꩜ .ᐟ For a while she thought you were just from Noxus or somewhere else in Runeterra. She got suspicious after you told her to google what lead paint tastes like.

꩜ .ᐟ ".... What?" Jinx says, utterly confused. You laugh it off (very awkwardly might she add), though she isn't exactly convinced you were joking.

꩜ .ᐟ It takes her a little bit, sure, but she eventually figures out that, you're not from Runeterra at all.

꩜ .ᐟ A place called Earth. (Sounds basic in Jinx's coveted opinion).

꩜ .ᐟ She feels betrayed, you were supposed to be open with each other! If you kept this secret from her, what else could you be hiding?

꩜ .ᐟ She already has big abandonment issues, and now you have a good reason to leave her? Jinx is ready to kill!

꩜ .ᐟ …

꩜ .ᐟ Well more ready than usual.

꩜ .ᐟ She spins a lot of stories about your old life then she deludes herself into believing they are true. No need to correct her, she knows everything about you, past universe and present universe.

꩜ .ᐟ "You want to leave me don't you? I know you have a girlfriend back in your reality! Don't hide it from me, Y/N!"

꩜ .ᐟ After the anger phase, she enters her curiosity phase.

꩜ .ᐟ "Do they have machine guns in your world? Ooo, what about pipe bombs? And glitter?" She asks with stars in her eyes, it would be cute if there wasn't a pile of bodies behind her.

꩜ .ᐟ The phase changeover is... short, lets say?

꩜ .ᐟ She tries to impress you a lot more now.

꩜ .ᐟ "They didn't have this on Earth, eh?" Jinx grins, showing off the hex gem she stole, she knows she should be more careful but she's desperate for you to like her.

꩜ .ᐟ For you to stay with her.

[moirasdolly]

Helloooo! I'm not sure if this is a bad time for a small request butttt fem reader that is like a person with fox features, like the ears at the top of her head and a tail at her lower back. Dating the cold woman that is Arlecchino 👉👈 honestly, it could either be NSFW or not your choice! But it could be sort of like how people find it odd that Arlecchino would be with such a person as the reader..

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Vixen ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟArlecchino x Fem!fox Reader

Synopsis: See the request!

Contains: Silly fox reader, harmless tricks, hurt and comfort, lots of cuddles and words of affirmation

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Luv Sauce - HUS

Notes: I’ve been struggling to write but I hope this is okay!! Just a little drabble for the Arlecchino lovers ♥︎ I also had fun writing this because I always love a good hurt/comfort moment.

Your dynamic was an odd one. Arlecchino was nothing short of a stone-cold Fatui Harbinger known for her severe mannerisms and lack of any warmth. She took her profession and devotion to the Tsaritsa seriously, there wasn’t a single bone in her body that tolerated foolishness. But if all that was true, then why would she be married to you?

You were her polar opposite. A complete antithesis. Where she was cold and rigid, with piercing red eyes that could kill, you were warm and full of life. Your laughter filled any room you were in and the children of the House of Hearth enjoyed having you around. Not that they didn’t love Arlecchino, she would never tell any of them but she had a soft spot for all of her children, but they loved having such a lively woman like you around. Unfortunately for Arlecchino, one source of their enjoyment came from you playing tricks on her. With hushed giggles and quick whispers you’d fill the children in on your plans only to mask your smile in an instant when she made her presence known. This is how it always was. Arlecchino had a cold and serious facade, and you were as mischievous as a fox.

A very fitting description for you considering your bushy auburn tail, and fuzzy ears planted at the top of your head.

Initially you were worried about what the older woman would think of your… assets when you had first met, but she paid no mind. A part of you was disappointed she didn’t at least find them a little cute, that is until you picked up on how her gaze would linger everytime your tail swished to the side or if your ears twitched ever so slightly. It was little things like this that alerted you to her attraction towards you.

Of course you took advantage of that in the early days of your companionship. Your ears would perk up purposely everytime she spoke, you would twitch your ears dramatically at any slight feeling to catch her attention, and your personal favorite? Obviously it was when you would slowly swing your tail from side to side and watch her crimson irises follow it like she was being hypnotized only to snap out of it once she realized what you were doing. “Clever girl.” She would huff out, offering you a small smile.

Once you were married, she was used to your behavior and tricks even if she wasn’t expecting them. She had learned to be extremely mindful of your playful behavior, yet she was always surprised when you managed to pull off your silly antics. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t absolutely eat it up though. She acted exasperated everytime you hid her socks, moved around household items so that she couldn’t find them, or even snuck faux spiders into the house just to scare her, but she’d do anything to keep the joy on your face that came from playing tricks on her.

It wasn’t just her or the kids noticing your tricks though. You had garnered attention from the other Fatui Harbingers who were fond of seeing Arlecchino get messed with. But you had also caught the attention of the prying eyes of other Fatui recruits. Whispers of, “What does the Knave even see in her?” or, “God, how can the Knave even stand her?” were passed around quickly throughout the recruits. You caught wind of it easily, it’s not like they tried to hide it, you just hoped Arlecchino hadn’t heard any of it. You weren’t one to be insecure, but hearing the same negative thing over and over would be enough to make anyone have a heavy heart.

Your ears drooped and your tail hung limp behind you as you made your way through the doorway of your shared home and you were surprised to see your love already home, lounging on the couch. Her head perked up towards the sound of your shoes echoing on the pristine tile floor. Your ears straightened and your tail slowly swished from side to side at the sight of your beautiful wife. Her eyes were sharp though, she could tell in an instant that you were in poor spirits. She marked her place in her novel before casting it aside and patting her lap. In no time you were curled up on her, your head resting on her shoulder and your tail thumping gently on her thigh.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Was the first thing out of her mouth once you had settled in. You contemplated feigning fatigue, but decided lying would get you nowhere.

“Do you get annoyed when I trick you?” You finally mumble out. You feel a warm hand caress the back of your neck before trailing down to the small of your back, holding you snug. “Never my love. It’s the highlight of my day seeing your uncontrollable giggles and the glimmer in your eyes when I fall into your little traps.” She had seemed taken aback at your question, but she wanted you to respond at your own pace, so she let her reply linger.

You huffed before nuzzling deeper into her, “People have been asking why you’d even marry me… Why you’d ever be with me? They seem to think I annoy you.” Your ears flattened against your head briefly before your wife reached up to caress them gently. A little sigh escaped your lips at the comforting feeling, the older woman always knew what to do to make you melt like putty in her hands.

“What others seem to think of our relationship is meaningless. Do I not show you enough affection and reassurance my love?” Her voice had lowered to a whisper, she couldn't bear the thought of you feeling this way. Your head snapped up from her shoulder to face her instead, “Of course you do!” Your hands found their way to her cup her cheeks. “You make me feel like the most loved woman on the planet, I’m sorry my insecurities made you feel otherwise…”

The Knave’s eyes softened immediately, she felt at peace with how easily you shared your grievances with her. She wanted to be your safe place, your main source of love, and the one you could depend on. “My dove, you must know how much I adore you. How I love your mischievous demeanor,” she planted a kiss on the top of your head, “these cute ears of yours,” two more kisses were planted on your ears, “and especially this tail…” Her free hand stroked your soft tail before returning to your waist.

“My sweet vixen.”

[dreamerdeity]

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄 ('𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄)

*ೃ𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Il Dottore x Fem. Reader

*ೃ𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4.2k

*ೃ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Sleep deprived, overworked, a report requested by your Lord Harbinger. Just place it on his desk and leave–or take a nap on his luxurious leather couch before you do. What could go wrong? Well, a lot, apparently.

*ೃ𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: DARK CONTENT!!! Dead dove: do not eat. Somnophilia, non-con like straight up r*pe, subordinate x superior, scary delusional rationalizer-dottore, p in v, fingering (f. receiving), creampie, dottore thinks he's actually a nice guy, dottore is in fact just a creepy guy, dottore acts like a silly (like a psychopath), 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! others, please proceed at your own risk!

*ೃ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Hi lovelies! I meant to post this yesterday but had some things to take care of so didn't get around to it. This is a request part of @ficsforgaza 's kinktober event. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE WARNINGS!! If my shit gets flagged one more time I'm going to kms. anyway, I hope you all enjoy dottore being a literal psychopath. byee :3

KEIRA'S FUNDRAISING EVENT 🍉

You walk through the east wing of the Sumeruan Fatui Research Facility, your eyes heavy and your senses numb from lack of sleep. The only sound that rings through your ears is the faint clicking of your shoes against the rubber flooring. 

The strong scent of antiseptic has always fared excellently in keeping you awake, and you thank the archons for its potent presence in this sterilized hallway as your eyes scan over the various signs plastered on the walls. Il Dottore, Il Dottore, Il Dottore. What turn should you take? What sign bears the arrow to his private laboratory? Frankly, if it were up to you, you would've shoved the responsibility of delivering this report to Lord Dottore onto Mikhael, but he feared the harbinger even more than you did, so here you were, left to take one for the team while sleep deprived, cranky, nervous, and somewhat afraid all at once.

It was a bit of a long walk–marked by frustrated sighs and irritated mutters of disapproval at your own dull sense of direction–to Dottore's personal lab, and you weren't even sure he would be there. He's always been the most eccentric of the harbingers, which is then, relatively, extremely eccentric, and his work hours never conformed to normal people's. You round a corner and turn one last left, before a large fortified iron door faces you ever so imposingly, a towering frame that stands a solid ten feet above you, and you sigh in relief. "Il Dottore" painted in bright white slashes across the door, and you hesitantly stretch your hand out–to knock... or maybe to open the imposing slab of metal. A second passes, and as it turns out, you don't have to choose, because the door slides open automatically, a faint mechanical whirr resounding throughout the premises.

You stride in quickly. A sickeningly sweet scent permeates the air around you, the fragrance wafting off the incense sticks burning at the harbinger's desk. You fleetingly wonder how on earth he could stand the oppressively strong smell, but that doesn't matter right now. Dottore isn't here, you have the report in your hand, tucked neatly into a blue folder (Dottore insisted all papers delivered to him must be so in blue folders only. Not green, not yellow. Blue). All you had to do was set it on your Lord Harbinger's desk and get the hell out of here before he returned. Otherwise, you'll be stuck with intense heart palpitations as he questions you about one thing or the other, or goes on a philosophical rant that you didn't ask to hear while laughing manically as his terrifyingly sharp fangs glint under the white light.  Yup, no way. So, you set the folder onto the pristine oak desk, eyes still heavy and head pounding from your lack of sleep.

A soft breath of relief furls past your lips as soon as the folder hits the desk, and then, you try to turn on your heel and get out of here. Keyword: try, because just as you resign yourself to leaving, your gaze strays to the long, plush, brown leather sofa seated at the corner of the office-meets-laboratory. Fuck, that looks comfortable–no, what in the world were you thinking?! Get out, you mentally scream at yourself. 

Yet, the more logical part of your brain has shut down, and a tired sigh leaves you as you stumble over to the couch. Just a second. You're so, so sleepy. Just a second and then you'll leave, you think, and plop onto the cushions. Your mind is blank, and your limbs feel like they're weighed down by lead. You blink slowly, your body sinks into the soft leather. This sofa must have cost your entire annual salary, what with how comfortable it is. A faint moan bubbles up your throat at the feeling of being engulfed in softness like this, and your eyelids droop. Before you can register, you're slipping away, into the inescapable depths of sleep.

Out like a light. 

It could've been 10 minutes, it could've been an hour, or it could've been all day, but at some point, your name is called, and you're too deep into the recesses of unconsciousness to process it as a word. All it manifests as is a distant voice spinning around your head.

Dottore had trudged into his lab after a rather exhausting day of fieldwork, of examining poisonous flower samples on the outskirts of Avidya Forest with the diligence of the... scientist he was. The deep velvet of his voice uttered your name, and when he received no response, he hummed to himself. He continues to stand over you now, gazing down with the eyes of a predator and the smile of a fox

"Didn't see you there," he mutters to himself more than anything, because, from the looks of it, you're in slumber. His eyes observe the scene before him. The way your chest rises and falls rhythmically, the way your rosy lips are parted just a bit, and the way the moonlight filtering in through the windows catches on the curve of your cheekbones. The inviting sight before him has him licking his lips and adjusting the collar of his coat.

"How lovely..."

The inviting sight, because yes, that's what it was, you were inviting him to indulge, weren't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, asleep on his couch, in his space, blouse unbuttoned once or twice at the top. You know what you're doing, aren't you? He's not the bad guy for just... taking the hint, if you will. His hands twitch at his sides, and his smile widens. You're sleeping, and if you saw the terrifyingly sinister grin on his face right now, you would've thanked the archons for sparing you its sight by letting it stretch upon his lips now that you are asleep, unable to see it.

As though he were debating whether to go about whatever evil he was about to, he crosses his arms over his chest, gaze locked on your form and brow furrowed in thought. He wasn't thinking about the depravity of his potential actions and the psychological harm they may cause you later on. No, no. He didn't have a conscience loud enough for that kind of thought to grace his mind. He was simply thinking about the logical implications. It was... unprofessional–to say the least–to grope your subordinates in their sleep, and should word get out about it, the Second Harbinger will never hear the end of it–especially not from Pantalone. It could jeopardize his relationship with all the investors who fund his research. It could also get him in a pickle with Arlecchino, and he wasn't in the mood to deal with that crazy woman for at least the next century.

But it was dark outside. You were asleep, and he had the whole night to himself. It wasn't his fault, and if you were to awaken, well, it's not like you were going to tell. Oh, he'll make sure of that.

His decision is made, and without a single thread of doubt left in his mind, he crouches by your side, eyes locked on your slumbering face. The smile that stretches along his lips is one reserved for moments like these, for moments when he silently observes the unconscious features of those that fall into his predacious hands. There was always something about unconsciousness that stirred something in him. He was fascinated by the human brain, but he was also fascinated by the unadulterated powerlessness of an unconscious human. It gave him a power trip of sorts, knowing he was the lion and the slumbering were the deer. He chuckles to himself as his eyes fall upon the trail of drool at the corner of your lips, a sound so quiet and smooth that it could have melted butter.

"Don't worry, agent. I'll be... gentle," his words are spoken softly, yet they hold the same venom that his actions always do. They're meant for the both of you. "I won't hurt you."

He won't, will he?

Well, that was for him to know and for you to find out–should you awaken. His gloved hand, gentle but firm, snakes under your head and props it up, and his other hand is busy pushing the buttons of your blouse apart, one by one, until your raven-black bra meets his gaze. He breathes out in a soft exhale, a sound too tranquil for a man of his reputation, and his hand gently tips your face toward him. He meets your face halfway, scanning his sharp eyes over your sleeping features for a moment, his breath warm against your skin, though you can't feel it in your drowse. Slowly, almost like he was deliberately holding himself off, he lets his lips brush against yours, and then he tests the waters some more, giving them a light kiss. You subconsciously shift at the contact, but you're still asleep, and that's enough reassurance for him to go further, letting his teeth graze your lower lip. 

You taste like candy; sweet, soft, and addicting. You're an aphrodisiac, aren't you? He wonders, and his tongue prods at the seam of your lips, begging entrance, but it doesn't take. A soft, almost inaudible growl emanates from him, and the distant feel of his tongue has your breathing stuttering, a whimper bubbling up from your throat, but you don't wake, and that has his pants feeling a lot tighter than they were a few seconds ago.

"tsk," he grumbles against your lips. He's not sure if he wanted you asleep or awake right now. There was a thrill he felt in his veins when he teetered on the edge of danger like this, but there also seemed to be a thrill at the thought of having you awake for this, eyes wide in fear and lust all at once, soft implorations of "please let me go, Lord Dottore" falling from your lips like a mantra.

In the end, though, he'll have his way, and it doesn't matter what your state is. His tongue slips past your parted lips and invades the heat of your mouth, his sharpened canines grazing your tongue. His saliva, mixed with the residue of alcohol he had before heading back, drips down your chin and stains your blouse. If you were awake, you would've found the whole ordeal sloppy and wet, but since you weren't, all it felt like was warmth, and a foreign feeling, as his tongue prodded and probed your mouth. Your brows knit together, and a soft, unconscious moan escapes your lips, one that he greedily swallows. You're not so sure what's going on, still in a drowse that makes you think you're having some sort of insanely realistic wet dream. You hadn't slept in almost two days after all. Archons knew you weren't about to let anything wake you from your much-needed rest. 

Dottore retreats from your lips and pauses for a moment, eyes raking over your form as though his mind was scanning over all the choices of what to do to you next. 

"Ah," he says, like he was hit with a revolutionary idea. It wasn't so revolutionary, because the next thing that happens is the harbinger's hands finding their way to your chest, the cool leather of his gloves brushing against the bare patch of skin he revealed to himself when unbuttoning your blouse down three or four buttons. You shift again, and the movement has his fingers accidentally grazing over your bra-clad nipples. The sudden touch causes your body to arch and a low groan to rumble in the back of your throat. You were sensitive, he notes, and a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. 

But you see, Dottore was getting bored of his self-inflicted abstinence. He did tell himself he had all night earlier, but come to think of it, he actually doesn't. He wants it fast and rough, and he wants it now. So, he lets his hand trail down for a moment, shamelessly shoving it into your pants and letting his fingers play with your pussy over your panties.

"H-hnngh!" You gasp in your sleep, and if you were awake, you'd be able to almost feel the smirk he wears as he continues, a finger pressing insistently at your clit, even if the fabric of your underwear is in the way.

"Oh? Do you like this then, agent?" he asks, and the words are an almost inaudible whisper. The question is rhetorical, after all. He doesn't give a flying fuck if you do like it, and he was talking himself through it more than he was you. 

Your head lolls to the side and a shaky breath leaves you. Your panties are subconsciously growing wet, an automatic bodily reaction to being touched here, and his finger doesn't relent. It's a good thing, however, that the friction of the thin fabric has you writhing, and the stimulation has him impatient, his fingers hastily moving to roughly pull your pants down, then to grip the fabric of your blouse, ripping it apart, buttons popping off the garment and onto the ground with soft clicks. The supple flesh of your torso is now exposed and open, and so are your eyes. It takes you a second to register what's going on. 

You're... lying on the sofa.

What time was it?

What are you doing here, exactly?

"W-what..." the words barely leave you, and suddenly, sleep has left you completely, the feeling of a heavy weight against your body taking its place, and the realization that a man is on top of you.

Your eyes snap open wider, and the first thing you see is Dottore's grinning, almost psychotic-looking eyes boring through you. 

"My Lord?!" you cry, and everything comes rushing back. You went to drop a report to the Lord Harbinger. You fell asleep on the couch in his laboratory.

"What are you doing?!" you demand as assertively as you can in a situation like this, but your voice shakes in fear despite your efforts.

"I could ask you the same question, agent," he hums, and his gloved fingers move to trail over the expanse of your breasts, fondling and groping with not a sliver of shame. "You were asleep when I came in, and so, I assumed, naturally, that you wanted me to do this. Why else would you have been so conveniently sprawled out on my couch, in the privacy of my lab, half-naked and vulnerable?"

"I-I didn't–I wasn't half naked," you try to defend yourself–with such a witless refutation too–but how could you possibly defend yourself? The harbinger was right. You were asleep on the couch in his private lab. Utterly disrespectful. And he caught you. Maybe this was karma–or just your luck. 

"Hush, now," he purrs, and his fingers slither behind your back to the band of your bra. You don't have time to react as the garment is pulled off you in one swift motion, tossed away and onto the floor, and then his hands are back on your tits, kneading the supple flesh, pinching your hardened nipples.

"My Lord–stop it, please," you plead, and you can't help the gasp that escapes you, the action shooting straight between your thighs, which clamp together as best as they can with Dottore straddling your waist with all his weight.

He was a scary man, Il Dottore, and even if he wasn't physically hurting you–for now–the sheer intensity of his gaze was enough to scare the shit out of you. You were utterly, hopelessly, and vulnerably at his mercy, and the worst part is, you have a feeling that not a single person in this whole 8-story facility would stand up for you. Not a single Fatui subordinate would dare.

"Stop? Oh, darling! But we haven't even started," he laughs, like what you just suggested was utterly ridiculous, and a shudder runs down your body.

"You know," he hums, leaning closer and lowering his head to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath. "You can scream–if you'd like. No one would hear." 

You have no time to retort, because Dottore's head dips to the valley of your breasts immediately, then his lips ghost over one of your nipples, swiftly taking the nub in his mouth. A sharp inhale rushes into your lungs, and a whimper threatens to spill from your throat. You're not quite sure if the feeling coursing through you is fear or lust or both, because it makes your stomach churn how good this actually feels. Your eyes are squeezed shut, and Dottore’s teeth graze the sensitive skin around your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity between your legs, then his tongue flicks over the hardening peak.

"Mmh," the moan bubbles up from the very back of your throat. 

"Oh? So... still want me to stop now, agent?" he muses, mockingly, and his free hand is back at your pussy, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the soaked fabric. Your hips buck up, so he takes that as a sign to push the garment aside, a finger sliding between your wet lips.

"No, my Lord," you gasp, and you can't believe the words that come out of your own mouth. Dottore's hand doesn't stop, and his thumb presses down on your clit, and a breathy, whiny moan escapes you.

"See? This isn't so bad, now, is it?" he doesn't give you any warning before his fingers dip into your wet pussy, the intrusion causing you to jerk. Your inner walls flutter around his fingers. His sharp canines dig into his lower lip.

"Aren't you a good little whore. So pretty and obedient for your Lord Harbinger," Dottore purrs, and his thumb begins to move against your clit, while his fingers curl and press insistently at your walls. Your legs tremble, a string of moans falls from your lips, and if anyone told you just an hour ago that the Second Lord Harbinger Il Dottore was going to finger you in his lab, you would've laughed and asked who the fuck would say something like that.

Alas, Dottore wasn't a patient man, so it's no surprise that he doesn't finger you long enough before his hands pull away from you entirely, and he "tsks" impatiently to himself. He has to have you now. He's been so, so nice. Hasn't he? Kind enough to prep you for him instead of plunging himself into you from the get-go. If anything, he thinks he deserves a pat on the back for his thoughtfulness. 

Swiftly, his hands reach under your thighs, and with an alarming amount of ease, he yanks you down and away from the cushion that sprawled beneath your head. Then, he's settling between your legs. A soft whimper is torn from your throat when the cold, metal buckle of his belt grazes the inside of your thigh. You watch, helpless, as his hands make quick work of his pants, unzipping the black uniform, and pushing them down just far enough to pull his cock out. You can't help but gulp at the sight, and the wideness of your eyes makes Dottore laugh out an almost sadistic-sounding string of giggles. 

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he hums, the term of endearment spoken so condescendingly. "You'll take it well. Won't you?"

His words aren't a question. They're a statement. An absolute, undeniable fact. An order. You'll take it well, whether you want to or not, and the knowledge has you almost making a run for the door, but the thought leaves you as fast as it came.

Dottore doesn't wait for a response that won’t come, or a plea for him not to do this, not to force his cock into your tight heat, and you're not quite sure why, but you don't find yourself objecting, or trying to kick him away. Maybe you were curious. Maybe this was a materialization of one of your own depraved fantasies. Or maybe you were just scared he'd kill you if you resisted.if you made a run for the door like you fleetingly thought just now. 

His fingers curl around the base of his thick cock, fist then sliding up and down in a few experimental pumps. The tip presses at your entrance almost desperately, and he's pushing the head into your tightness before you can process. He's a big man. The stretch burns. It has a hiss tearing from the back of your throat, and a pained grimace twisting your features.

"Shh," Dottore murmurs, his other hand reaching up to caress the side of your face almost soothingly, the action a stark contrast to the harshness of his current actions.

"Good, good," he whispers, his voice is sickeningly smooth, as though he were genuinely consoling you.

Then, just like that, his hips snap forward, not giving you time to adjust as the entirety of his cock is engulfed in the warmth of your pussy. You're clamping down around him, and it has him groaning lowly in his throat, his eyes squeezing shut, the grip of his hands that are now on your hips tightening.

"Agent," he sighs, and his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your sides. It'll leave a mark there. A reminder.

You're not quite sure where the burning pain had gone. All that remains is an aching desire, a desperate need, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Your hands move, without a conscious command from your brain, and they rest on Dottore's shoulders, holding on tightly. The harbinger smiles down at you with sickening sweetness, no, not sweetness, mockery. Or maybe sweetness. God, you were a mess. Your mind was nothing but a blob of mush at this moment, and Dottore's hands shift to the underside of your knees, pushing your legs up and thrusting his cock even deeper at this new, utterly indecent angle. 

"My Lord!" the moan is punched out of you. His lips meet yours again, his sharp canines scraping over the sensitive flesh. Your hands slide to tangle into his hair, pulling and tugging at the soft blue strands. An almost whiny groan escapes the harbinger's throat at the action. His movements become more desperate. Fast and rough. So fast and rough you're scared you'll be split in two. The plush sofa under the two of you shakes and creaks. 

"So, so good," he whines, face contorted in pleasure, but as though he caught himself in his haze before it spiraled, his lips pull back into a domineering sneer. "Take it," he demands, and the words, combined with the obscene feeling of being filled to the brim, are enough to have your vision going white. You claw at Dottore's shoulders with desperate fervor. 

"L-Lord Harbinger. I think I'm going to–" 

"Do it," he commands with the struggle of a man on the brink of ecstasy, and he folds you even more. If you weren't agile–thanks to your agent training–you're sure you would've actually split into two by now. Back arching off the sofa, a string of incoherent, unintelligible moans escapes your throat. Your pussy clamps down around the thick cock stretching it, and a wave of pleasure courses through you, rendering your muscles numb.

The sight and feeling of you unraveling have Dottore following closely after, his movements becoming erratic and uncoordinated. It's a sight like never seen before; the normally ever so composed man crumbling like this, and then, he's spilling his hot cum into you, a guttural groan reverberating throughout his chest. He fills you to the brim until the warm white liquid leaks out of your aching pussy and stains the leather under you. 

A second passes, then two, then three, then a few seconds more. Dottore lets the head of his cock press against your insides one last time before pulling out. He sits back on his knees and regards you for a moment with an almost frightening calmness, and you open your mouth to try and say something, because why was he looking at you like you were nothing but the scum of the ground he walks on after literally cumming inside of you as some lover would?

"The couch will need some cleaning. I trust you can get that sorted tomorrow, agent?" He says finally with a cock of his head, voice level and calm as he climbs off of you and stands on his feet, tucking himself back into his pants as he nonchalantly hums a tune to himself, like this was just another day of fucking his subordinates in their sleep. And maybe it was; you didn’t know, but right now, you're still paralyzed in your spot, just staring at him, and so he turns to glance at you. "Get dressed. You're dismissed for today."

You can only gape, speechless, watching as Dottore turns his back to you once more and disappears into the microscopy workroom in his lab, a certain energized spring to his step.

What the fuck just happened?

The workroom's door closes behind him with a soft click, and he smiles to himself.

Ah, the thrill.

Now, it was time to get back to his research.

[theabysss]

I was just sitting and watching funny cat videos when it dawned on me. Just imagine the sagau!Zhongli who isekai'd into your world and you allow him to stay in your apartment. Let's say you have a cat and at some point you decide to buy catnip, or you already had supplies and all of a sudden it starts to affect him. (suggestive)

Zhongli's breathing becomes heavier and deeper, his pupils become vertical and scales appear on his cheeks. When he kneels before you, his gaze is full of awe and greed emanating from his dragon nature, which he usually hides. His thoughts are full of you as always, Zhongli wants to serve you, to be with you. What a blessing that among all your followers, it was he who was lucky to be in your world. But the part of him, the selfish part that he usually tries to shut up, blossoms in all its glory. He served you for such a long time, millennia after millennium prayers in your honor escaped his lips. Zhongli wants a reward, some kind of confirmation that you noticed his efforts and appreciated them. And he takes the liberty of leaning his head against your thigh, begging for your mercy, for your touch. When your hand rests on his head and you start stroking him, the Zhongli make a short, semi-growling, semi-purring sound. Horns grow out of his skull, whose bases are very sensitive and touching them makes him moan, tears of pleasure welling in the corners of his eyes. Zhongli's tail crawls excitedly across the floor, his eyes are covered with long eyelashes, hiding the arousal burning in them from you.

[fridayth13]

Could I request Zhongli reuniting with his wife after the two had a falling out 500 years ago?

crushed cor lapis.

↳ zhongli × gn!immortal!artist!reader

↳ part one, part two

↳ genre: soft angst at the beginning, but it's mostly bittersweet | wordcount: 1.6k | warnings: none

↳ notes: i ended up with less angst than i thought i would have. but i did want to explore the thought of time passage and fighting for people who are going to live forever, even if it's subtle; reader is immortal and implied to be an adeptus or a god, but the kind isn't very important; ive had an idea for zhongli and an artist reader for a long time so i tried to combine it i hope you don't mind; as with the gender. i did write with a fem!reader in mind as per the request but in the end, the gender didn't need to be specified for anything so i left it gender neutral; i tried to give reader a more divine disposition about them so the writing ended up really flowery, but in any case i hope you enjoy! i really did have fun writing this one

You were a painter.

In your old life, as you liked to call it, however, you were a god. Your domain of influence laid in artistry and beauty.

Or rather, that was what Morax used to tell you. Archons like him were the only beings in Teyvat with real domains of influence. But you wouldn't really stop him if that was his way of calling you pretty.

That was about five hundred years ago. Nowadays was a very different story.

You crushed the yellow berries in your mortar and pestle to turn into paint for tomorrow's commission.

You liked your job in Liyue Harbor. As quaint and.. human as it was, you thought there was divinity to be found in the painstaking recreation of the things around you. Though a painting couldn't rival a Kamera in terms of accuracy, you were certain it completely surpassed the device in most other things.

You slowed your movements, surveying the consistency of the paint and the color. That would probably do. You'd collected quite a lot, so you supposed it was time to head back. All you were really lacking earlier was yellow.

And so you trekked on home from the terraces, skipping over stumps of cor lapis and sunset-painted grass along your way.

As you finally reached your home in the harbor, the sun had fully gone down. The lanterns lit, casting the entire city in a soft, warm glow. The neighboring waters reflected the deep blue of the sky and the speckles of rust and gold adorning every building in sight.

You opened your door and you thought of Morax, wondering if he knew five hundred years ago what beauty would settle upon his previously war torn nation. Leaning on the doorframe, you watched over it for a while. Children playing, kites flying, dinner being prepared, laughter and joy running amok.

You don't like to think about him too much, or how his silence is present in every part of the city that was all him, despite having nothing to do with him any longer. No matter how much time had passed, you seemed stuck in the first night he decided not to apologize.

Still, five hundred years was a long time. Although it felt like the blink of an eye, even immortals had to move on eventually.

You gathered your materials inside and closed the door behind you.

—

The mountains may erode, but they will always be mountains.

You recalled his own words as you saw him again for the first time in five hundred years.

A human-sized Rex Lapis stood before you, hands behind his back, dressed to the nines, pristine, and put together, and perfect, and not at all like he ought to have seemed like at your first meeting in several centuries. Though at the very same time, you couldn't imagine him looking any other way.

You bitterly savored the way he avoided your eyes in front of his boss.

"So this is him!" She said. The lively Director Hu Tao of the local funeral parlor was Rex Lapis's boss. You tried not to laugh. "Our new consultant, Mr. Zhongli."

You set your canvas down onto its easel, then the bulk of your dyes and paints on the floor. You did this without averting your eyes, as if trying to burn him if he ever had the nerve to look back at you.

He did not. And to her credit, it seemed Hu Tao noticed it as well. So as not to make your client too uncomfortable, you decided to take a step towards them.

"Mr. Zhongli." You said. With the proximity you put between you, he had no choice but to look back at you. Not a lot changed about him in human form, but by far, his eyes were the most the same. Down to the hard, intense stare, and the set of his brows. You wondered how many other people in Liyue he'd enchanted with them while he was busy avoiding you.

"Mr. Zhongli?" You repeated, a little less amused. Though you somewhat enjoyed how stupefied he looked at your appearance, you'd endured his silence long enough. "My name is Y/N. It's an honor to meet you here."

This seemed to regain him his senses. That, or Hu Tao's suspicious back and forth glances between the two of you.

Zhongli cleared his throat.

"..The honor is mine."

Hu Tao nodded, seeming satisfied for now. She clapped her hands together in excitement, turning to you.

"Alright! I suppose I'll leave you to it then. I have complete faith that you'll be able to depict the poise and elegance of my esteemed consultant."

You gave her your best half smile.

"Well, I'll try."

"No need to be modest! I've seen your work before. You're one of, if not the best, painter in Liyue. Just ask Mr. Zhongli! He's been very taken with your paintings even before we first met. He speaks very highly of you."

You crossed your arms. "You don't say?"

Five hundred years or the blink of an eye, you could still see his embarrassment without him having to say a word.

—

Director Hu Tao had business to take care of for the funeral parlor, and so left with a flourish, and a "Make sure to get his good side!" as she ran off.

You both continued to speak as civilians for a little while. He sat down at a table on the porch, a steaming pot of tea on said table between you. Your face was obscured to him through the thick white canvas.

Avoiding conversation was easy, but not. Comfortable, but not. Natural, but not. It shouldn't have been. As such was the nature of a marriage to the Geo Archon, you supposed. Or rather, the current lack thereof. But even that was up in airs.

"How.. How have you been?"

Your responding glare was unseen to him, but he heard it in the vitreous tone of your reply.

"Fine." You said. "Something must've happened to you though. Your eloquence seems to have disappeared into thin air."

"..You are still upset. I see."

"In what world would I be upset, Mr. Zhongli?" Your use of his mortal name created a crease in his brow. You gently brushed over it on his painting.

"I didn't think you'd want to see me."

"You still could've asked." You muttered, momentarily leaning sideways to look him in the eye. "For someone so revered for his wisdom, your brain still seems to be as hard as rocks."

You caught his surprised expression as you turned back to the canvas. You didn't allow him another word.

"Honestly, who ghosts their own spouse after an argument like that? You'd think the best time would be after.. five hours. Five days. Maybe five weeks after. Not five centuries—"

You caught him mumble, "Well, it's not as if you tried to talk to me either."

"I didn't think I needed to. You made it very clear you wanted me to leave you to die in the Archon War all on your heroic lonesome."

When he didn't respond, you snuck a glance.

The sun's rays were at the precipice of turning gold in its descent into the sea. The glow smeared his porcelain cheeks in amber, his eyes in glitter, the metallic components of his suit in light. He looked like a monument. Tall, statuesque, and lonely. Almost like his mountainous true form. More beautiful than even his numerous statues across Liyue could capture. More than you could capture. Though you did certainly try.

Annoyed and angrily pining as you were, you still tried to get his eyes right. The little flecks of rust against gold. Like cuts of cor lapis crushed to shimmering powder in the Archon's hand. A man of his own making.

You looked at Zhongli as the golden hour faded, slowly turning dusky pink. His eyes swam in wistfulness as he stared out at the harbor. You couldn't help the dull twinge of sorrow deep in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

You didn't know how to follow up. You weren't entirely sure what you were apologizing for. But it felt nice to hear it back from him.

When he finally looked back at you, you were tracing the rich scarlet of his eyeliner onto the canvas.

At some point, he turned on the lamp and set it down beside you while you worked on the finishing touches.

"You're better than I remember." He whispered like he thought you couldn't hear him.

You weren't sure what to say to that either. You just kept painting.

—

"This doesn't change anything. I'm still angry with you."

"Of course."

Zhongli never seemed to run out of tea. Despite not having brewed a new pot throughout your stay, the one on the table continued to steam, its aroma wafting leisurely throughout the room. When he offered you a cup after you left the canvas out to dry, you let yourself take it. You allowed him a calmer response when he spoke.

"This may upset you a bit more, but I am also somewhat bothered you never tried to talk to me."

"So we are at an impasse."

Of course, it did occur to you that you were both being hardheaded and moronic. But you were comforted by a few things.

"It would seem so." Zhongli nodded.

"Or maybe not." You quipped, glancing pointedly at an old painting on the wall. "You seem to have been stalking me, Mr. Zhongli."

"I think stalking might be a slight exaggeration."

"Oh, really."

Even as the mountains erode over the centuries, from the dust, they are fated to reform anew.

dividers from @clutteredfun

[hunters-vigil]

The Archon's Baby - Chapter 17 - Questions and Answers

First Chapter Previous Chapter

Warnings: pregnant!reader, talks of sacrifice and death, mass death against the abyss (cataclysm), mentions of war (cataclysm), one mention of derogatory language, impending death, consumption of vitality (lifespan), decay of human form (Capitano), brief mentions of Enkanomiya lore.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.

"Ahh… I am happy to see your plan advance one step further. It seems my cry did not cause irreversible damage." A voice echoed throughout the chamber, much to Ororon's confusion, as he asked about who was talking.

"Just as I thought. The Lord of the Night has awakened." Mavuika's face glazed over with seriousness, observing as a pale starry light emitted from the source mechanism.

The Traveller stared at her with wide eyes, while Paimon asked the questions. The Lord of the Night, ruler of the Night Kingdom. Formerly an angel.

"I preside over a realm of souls. Due to my limited power, sleep is the only way I can prolong my existence." Yohualtecuhtin began to explain, "when you activated the device, I awoke and could not hold back my cry. It is a cry that agitates souls. Mot of you were unaffected because your souls are intact. But, with a damaged soul, the effect on your friend was heightened, and his soul almost shattered as a result. And yet, his soul remains in one piece. He managed to overcome this obstacle through sheer force of will… a truly impressive feat for a human."

Whatever else had happened involved another soul that had been affected. A Khaenri'ahn soul… but the soul was expelled instead of taking over Ororon's body.

Mavuika was left to explain how Natlan's leylines had been damaged in the fight of the descender and the dragon, the Lord of the Night constructing the Night Kingdom to compensate for this, with Xbalanque strengthening it with the rules, the Ode of Ressurection, and the Pilgrimmage.

Yohualtecuhtin offering to rebuild the leylines herself, at the cost of her own existence, was something that Mavuika would not accept, as the seelies danced around everyone. Much to The Captain's fury.

"The people of Natlan will face memory loss, mental disorders and cognitive issues… just like the consequences of using the gnosis, this is a price I refuse to accept." Mavuika left out her fear of possible effects for anyone pregnant too. It wasn't assured to happen, but she would not risk it. Any major distress could endanger their lives.

"Humanity's survival is worth any price. Once the abyss runs rampant, all that remains will be a land of corpses and ruin." The Captain snapped, but Mavuika turned to him, already prepare to argue.

"And when the new ley lines are invaded by the abyss? What then? How are future generations supposed to survive?" Mavuika asked question after question, a fire burning inside of her, how are her children supposed to survive? "A land without the Lord of the Night, without the protection of the rules, is doomed from the start."

"You presume too much. If you cannot ensure survival in the present, you have no right to think about the future. What will it take for you to realise that? How many hundreds or thousands will have to die?!" Capitano growled, turning towards the Traveller as they asked the fated question. Why did he care so much?

"Why? Because I am a survivor of Khaenri'ah! I witnessed the devastation and terror of the abyss with my own eyes. My family, my comrades, my homeland…. were all lost to the abyss. It is an unforgettable pain, one that no amount of time could ever dull… not even five hundred years. You've experienced something similiar, Mavuika. You should know exactly what I mean."

"You're right. The pain, the regret, the catastrophe, they all haunt my dreams to this day." Mavuika's face was stern as the Captain got more and more personal.

"If I could go back, I would reject all false hope. I would do whatever it takes to ensure their survival. You have that chance before that now? Why do you refuse to take it?!"

"Because we don't have the right to make that decision! We love this world because it contains everything we hold dear. Everything that has happened here has moved us, shaped us, and turned us into who we are today. Giving up our memories and history would mean rewriting everything. The people of this world would then fundementally different beings, their physical bodies the only connection to their former selves." Mavuika expressed, her hand over her heart as she spoke.

"Even so-"

"All this arguing isn't good for the baby." Ororon cut in, confusing everyone in the chamber. Xilonen glanced towards the door immediately, but you were where she left you, at Quahuacan Cliff, miles away from here.

"What? I was under the impression from our intel that it was your concubine who was carrying your offspring." The Captain expressed confusion, looking to Mavuika, who immediately glared, not appreciating the eyes on her form, or what the Harbinger just said.

"Do not call her that." The God of War seethed, her anger rising by the second. To refer to you as that, and to reveal the Fatui had intel, they knew of your pregnancy? That you were having the Archon's child? Her babies? How many spies were near the stadium? Did they witness you admit your pregnancy to your parents that day?

"I apologise. I did not know the full circumstance behind your relationship with the girl, but given your anger… I see it is more than what was presumed." Capitano took back his words, watching as Mavuika sighed.

"I'd marry her in a heartbeat if there was enough time and it was safe. Ororon, would you like to speak?"

"Not about my friend… but I once carried the hopes of many people, and I was also desperate to save our nation. In The Captain's plan, I saw a chance to ensure our survival. But as I was on the brink of death, my wish for life and purpose was rekindled. I've been very fortunate to be well-cared for by all the people in my life. I refuse to forget that. My feelings were so strong, they overrode my compulsion to sacrifice myself for their safety. No matter what path lies before us, we still have a destination. If we lose our way now, we will lose the meaning of our existence." Ororon nervously looked between Mavuika, who reminded him of a raging bonfire, and the Captain, who seemed to be deep in thought at Mavuika's confession.

"That's right. Natlan's heroes gave their lives so we could have this chance against the abyss. Their sacrifices are our blessings. Not only are their deeds and spirits exceptionally meaningful, they may also be our path to victory. I don't want to give up just yet." Xilonen added, her eyes burning with passion as Paimon pointed out there was just one hero left to awaken.

Yohualtecuhtin would be awake for some time, allowing people to ask her questions, but also giving Mavuika the option to sacrifice the Lord of the Night for the ley lines rebuilding.

"You must have a profound connection to this land, since you're so determined to save it. But what are you really trying to save? The land? Or its people?" Mavuika glared at the Harbinger, who only hmped at her question, turning to look at the Traveller instead.

The Traveller's answer of wanting to win led to The Captain yielding on his plan. He granted Mavuika to have the Fatui at her command during the war, despite them not seeing completely eye to eye.

"Mavuika… if you have a moment." Yohualtecuhtin called out before everyone minus the Traveller and Paimon could leave the chamber. It was only when everyone had cleared out that the two began to talk.

"Is this about the plan, or what the Captain said?" Mavuika waited carefully for what the Lord of the Night had to say.

"Your twins are not born yet, but they shine like gold. The abyss will prey upon her, but I assume that you are aware of this."

"I will not let anyone or anything harm her, or our children. Even after my plan comes to its fruition." Mavuika confirmed, ignoring the tug in her heart at Yohualtecuhtin knowing about the twins… of course the Night Kingdom knew, but that meant the Abyss knew too.

Yohualtecuhtin sighed in a way that sent an uncomfortable feeling through Mavuika. A pity sigh.

"What of the political uprest that could come after your death and their birth? Will the people respect the rules, or expect your newborns to take the divine throne as their birthright?" Yohualtecuhtin asked, but there was no anger to her words, no frustration or appal that the archon was having a child. It felt more like intrigue, worry… concern like a parent would have for a child.

If the Traveller were there, they would be reminded of Enkanomiya's' puppet rulers, the Sunchildren, before Orobashi assumed control of the land.

"Our babies are as human as I am. All Pyro Archons are humans who ascend after proving themselves to be worthy. If my children grow to become warriors for Natlan, it is because they want to, not because the people feel an obligation to my memory. I am one of many Pyro Archons, there have been many before me, and there will be many after. Our children will become whatever they wish, I have faith in my beloved that they will flourish, and so will she. My regret is that I will not be there to see it." Mavuika confessed, her hand resting as a fist on her chest as she spoke.

This entire conversation was uncomfortable, luckily, it ended not long after that, allowing Mavuika to return to the stadium, while the Traveller and Paimon asked Yohualtecuhtin some questions about Natlan, and Teyvat, the abyss, and the Loom of Fate.

///

With the Fatui now fighting with Natlan against the abyss, Mavuika was able to question The Captain about the source mechanism, and more, with Paimon asking about how he knew about the gnosis. The cataclysm…

"You knew Ayizu, and you fought for Natlan all those years ago. Why don't I recognise you?" Mavuika frowned, letting out a sigh, "it must be the mask."

"Even without the mask, my past appearance is long gone. Even with the curse of immortality, the flesh still rots." The Captain sighed too, but Paimon and the Traveller could only exchange looks, and bring up Dainsleif, who the Captain recognised as carried a degree of pain and hatred that far surpassed his. The Captain then admitted he also would prefer not to harm the Traveller, due to their sibling being Khaenria'hn royality.

The abyss would most likely sense the change in Ororon, and heighten the attacks on Natlan as a result.

Meanwhile, that night, Xilonen and Citlali went to the Lord of the Night for the Traveller's ancient name… finding out that forging an ancient name for an outlander could consume some vitality of the forger, and that Citlali saw Mavuika's impending death in a vision. The price of saving Natlan, one that Mavuika long since accepted.

Mavuika let out a sigh as she returned to her chambers. Her bedsheets were empty and cold without you there, and she didn't get a chance to ask the Captain the one question she wanted to ask. If he knew which Fatui division had hunted your biological parents to death, and why?

Staring at the ceiling, the Pyro Archon shivered, wishing she could hold you instead of the pillow that held your fading scent. At the first sign of trouble, she'd send a division of her warriors and Fatui to retrieve you, and bring you to her side… losing you. That would be the last straw.

///

Chuychu stared at the object in her hand, still wondering why it had appeared under her pillow, and when. It was to be hers, she could feel it. The elemental power… but what had she done to earn it? Chasca got her anemo vision while fighting in the Night Warden Wars. She came back with it, never saying a word on what had happened for it to appear before her.

[water-to-drink]

LMFAOO YOUR NEUVILLETTE FICLET ABOUT THE READER THINKING ALL WATER TASTES THE SAME IS SO FUNNY 😭 imagine if neuvi finds out his s/o doesn’t even like drinking water 😭 like they just drink juice or soda all the time. Literally hate drinking water like THEY WOULD DRINK IT IF THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT LMFAOO

I Don’t Like Water

(Pairing): Neuvilette x gn!reader

(Synopsis): Neuvillette finds out that you only drink juice or soda

(Tags/Warnings): Dialogue heavy, soda and energy drinks exist in Teyvat (just pretend), possible ooc Neuvilette, (if missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 409

(A/n): Neuvillette might be ooc, but I love when composed characters lose their cool

Based off this mini fic

Iridescent eyes watched you intensely as you poured a vibrant colored drink into your cup, a sight the Chief Justice of Fontaine had quickly become accustomed to. Ever since you’ve moved in with Neuvillette, he noticed you would always drink juice or soda and replenishing your stock whenever you begin to run low

“Dear, I’m curious to ask something of you. Do you drink water by any chance?” You looked at your lover confused as you walked towards the table he was sitting at. “I’d notice that your beverages are usually those high in sugar, I have yet see to you drink water.”

“Oh, that’s because I don’t like drinking water.” You said nonchalantly

“I-I beg your pardon.”

“I do not like drinking water, I only drink it when there’s nothing else to drink.”

Neuvilette looked at you stunned. “Elaborate on what do you mean you don’t like drinking water?”

“I just don’t like the taste of it.”

“Perhaps you’ve been drinking water that don’t originate from the best sources, pure Fontaine water doesn’t have an unusual taste you might be referring to.”

“That’s the reason why I don’t like water, it doesn’t taste like anything.”

You see Neuvillette stop his line of thinking and take a deep breath through his nose. “Well, do you drink tea or coffee at the very least?”

“No… I prefer energy drinks over coffee.” Neuvilette turns away from you and covers his face with both of his hands. “Neuvi, It’s not that serious.”

Neuvilette takes his hands off of his face and looks up at you in disbelief and concern. Finally sitting straight he turns towards you and puts his hands on your shoulders

“My dear, light of my life, center of my world. For my sanity and health, please… please, please drink some water.” Your partner uncharacteristically begged

“But I don’t like the taste-”

“If it’s taste then put fruit in it!”

“That makes it taste weird.”

Neuvillette stands up and makes his way towards the window. He blankly stares at the scenery all the while trying to process what you just told him

“Is me not drinking water that has fish pee and nut in it, really that upsetting to you?”

“Dear, please before I catch a stroke.” Neuvillette pleaded sounding exhausted

“Fine I’ll try to drink some water!” You relented

“Thank you darling-”

“Maybe I’ll drink some water if it has some fruit syrup.”

Dear archons give this man strength

[paimonial-rage]

symbiosis - ayato

[random writing event] | requested by @andromeda-nova-writing

“My lord,” you began, “With all due respect, this is exactly why the new interns never last long.”

Ayato hummed in thought as he made his way down the halls of Tenshukaku. Upon his face was his usual smiling expression, a mask he learned early on in his career as Yashiro Commissioner. And there you were a few steps behind him as was proper for retainers.

“Is that so?” He replied with mock curiosity. “I can’t say I saw anything wrong with how the meeting went. Such is normal for the course of the commission, after all.”

He didn’t have to turn around to know you were shaking your head in exasperation.

“With all due respect, supporting you through seven financial meetings, four meetings with the branch families, thirteen inspections, and eight financial reports due by the end of the week would make even a competent worker cry.”

He nodded with a hand against his chin in thought.

“Yes, not even I expected they would break out into tears.”

“Excuse my forwardness, but any normal person would have learned to expect it by now. Perhaps it would be prudent to schedule a visit with the doctor to check your memory, my lord.”

He chuckled.

“The way you find such things to say is fascinating. Perhaps I should assign more work to devote more of your creative mind to.”

There was silence for a few seconds.

“My apologies, my lord. Unfortunately, my schedule is completely full. Perhaps another time.”

As he continued to his next engagement, Ayato couldn’t help but find it amusing the back and forth you both often had. You were a spy, after all, and not one of his. That being said, you were not anyone else’s either, much less one of his enemies’. You infiltrated the Yashiro Commission and worked your way up to his side based purely on personal motives.

Though it was well known he placed loyalty and trust above all else, you were a bit of a special case. A bit of research into you revealed you were from a fallen family subordinate to the Hiiragi clan. Through corruption and intimidation, your father was framed for bribery and theft and was thus executed by the Shogun herself. It would make sense that you, as the only child of the family, wanted revenge.

Thus, it was a smart move on your part to align yourself with the Yashiro Commission. As Ayato had connections and leads from all over Inazuma, as long as you remained by his side, you gained access to all the information you could ever need. As to why he didn’t expel you the moment he learned of your difference in loyalty? Your enemies were the same as his, but ones he couldn’t touch. It served him just as well that you would get rid of them.

Besides, he had to admit your company was much appreciated. You performed your duties effectively and efficiently without room for complaint. And though you had a tongue on you, it gave a reprieve from all the false smiles and niceties he had to endure on a daily basis. Dare he say it, he enjoyed being around you. It made him wonder…

“And once that time comes that you’re finally free, what will you do then?”

Would you leave, finally able to live your life for yourself?

He didn’t have to wait long for your response.

“I’ll devote my everything to you, my lord.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that came to his lips.

“Then I shall hold you to it.”

—

[[Sequel/Prequel? ((idk))]]

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Lisichka

Request: Hii ! I hope it's okay to request Tartaglia and (a very shy) childhood!reader reuniting after many years and pining for one another? Reader knows him very well so they're not rlly shy around him...until they developed a crush on him. Which makes them timid and mildly awkward around him, and it really shows more and more. I had a thought of what if Tartaglia also has a crush on them around the same time? I hope this is okay and have a good one! ♡

Summary: Tartaglia returns home after fighting the narwhal. You try to avoid him, unwilling to face your crush after so many years, but he manages to meet with you anyway.

Note: Lisichka means little fox

cw: none

Word Count: 1081

Tartaglia x gn!reader

“Have you heard? Ajax is back.”

You’re walking around the local market when you catch wind of the first rumors. The speaker--one of the old women who spend every market day discussing everything from local drama to the contents of this month's delivery of various newspapers--speaks in a hushed voice.

“That’s only news, Marya. My husband has already been to Lev and Anya’s place. Ajax looked pretty beat up.”

If Marya’s question hadn’t caught your attention, the second speaker would have. 

You lift your groceries and approach Marya and Elizaveta.

“Ajax is back?”

Elizaveta gives you a measuring look. “I’m surprised you didn’t know. You spent so much time with the boy before Lev sent him off to join the Fatui.”

“You mean until they started avoiding him.?”

“Yes, yes. And blushing like---”

“I’ve been helping around my grandparent’s house,” you blurt. “So no, I hadn’t heard.”

Elizaveta chuckles. “In that case, yes, Ajax has come home. You should go visit him. I’m sure you’ll make his day.”

“I’m not sure he’d remember me.”

“Nonsense. I’d put money on the opposite being true.”

You sigh and tighten your scarf around your neck. “I’ll think about it. But I still have shopping to do. Have a good day, Mrs. Marya, Mrs. Elizaveta.”

Several days later, you walk up the path to Ajax’s home, a heavily wrapped pot of soup cradled in your arms.

A boy with a shock of red hair sits on the porch with a toy ruin guard in hand.

“Good day, Teucer. Is your mother around?”

Teucer looks up and grins. “Big Brother! Y/N is here!”

“Teucer,” you groan, “I’m not here to see Ajax. In fact, please give this to your mother. Tell her Katia sends her regards and that we hope Ajax gets well soon.”

You place the soup next to Teucer and hurries back down the path.

This was such a bad idea, you think to yourself. I can’t ever keep a straight face when he’s concerned.

Ajax steps out of the house, smiling into the collar of his thick, woolen coat.

Unbeknownst to you, the young harbinger watched the entire thing.

He picks up the soup and looks down at Teucer. “Did you say thank you?”

“I didn’t have a chance,” Teucer pouts. “Why are they acting so weird?”

Tartaglia laughs. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

A few days later, you find yourself sitting on the bank of a lake. 

You keep your eyes trained on the hole you made and the line disappearing into the water.

This is the only place in town where there aren’t curious looks and questions about Ajax’s health. It’s the one place where you don;t have to be reminded that after so many years of being his friend, you’re now too cowardly to meet him face to face.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t hear the snow crunch behind you, though the footsteps are soft enough that it could be any small animal.

“Lisichka, Lisichka. Are you done running from me?”

The familiar nickname startles you out of your reverie.

You turn, ever so slowly, to find a pair of bright blue eyes twinkling at you.

“I never ran from you.”

Ajax sits next to you. “Are you sure about that, Lisichka? I recall that before I left to join Fatui, you wouldn’t look me in the eye. And I saw you run from my house the other day.”

“I---”

“Got a bite yet?” Ajax changes the topic of conversation, much to your relief.

“No. Not yet. Though I might not, now that your pretty face is here.”

“If a pretty face is all it takes to scare off the fish, you must never catch a thing.”

You open your mind to reply, only for your brain to finally register your words and his reply.

“I--- How are you feeling, Ajax? I heard you were hurt.”

This time you’re the one to change topics, though you’re certain he’s aware that it’s a desperate attempt to keep from addressing the proverbial bear in the room.

Tartaglia holds out a hand and you frown at the clear tremor. “Fontaine was a little rough,” he admits. “I don’t recommend fighting a whale for a couple months.”

“A whale? How do you fight a whale?”

“Not easily. And I lost miserably. I don’t like Fontaine’s Iudex--though I want to fight him again one day---, but I’m not sure I’d have survived if he and the traveler hadn’t intervened.”

“You were never careful with yourself,” you comment. “Even less so after your three day disappearance.”

Ajax huffs. “This wasn’t my fault. There was a lot of weird stuff going on.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure. You know you go looking for trouble and when you aren’t it has a habit of finding you.”

“You know me so well, my Lisichka.”

“I thought we were too old for pet names like that, Ajax.”

“Says who? You were my Lisichka when we were kids. Why can’t you be now?” 

You raise your eyes to the sky, where the constellations lay hidden.

“Because if you keep using pet names like that, I’m going to get the impression that you’re not just a childhood friend.”

Ajax reaches over and cups your cheek, turning your face so that your eyes meet his. “If you did I would be awfully happy. I’ve been trying to get your attention for years.”

“You mean…”

“Silly fox, I have liked you for a while now.”

“I bet I’ve liked you longer.”

“You wanna bet?”

Tartaglia tosses your fishing rod to the side and opens his arms to you. “Will you be mine?”

You let him pull you close, brows furrowing when the movement makes him stiffen. You rest a hand on his shoulder, feeling the bandages that deform his sweater.

“Of course, but please, please be more careful.”

“I love you, Lisichka, but I can’t make that promise.”

“I know. It was worth asking.”

As you start to doze in the safety, you can’t help but ask, “Why Lisichka?”

Ajax laughs, smiling into your hair. “Because, a teenage me had no other way to flirt with his best friend and you looked so cute playing in the snow.”

You join him in laughter. “I guess you win.”

“Oh?”

“I started running from you because I realized that I wanted it to be more.”

You yawn, eyes fluttering shut.

“Sleep, Lisichka. I will be here when you wake.”

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hi! How are you?

I have an interesting request: "3

Can I request Baizhu with a half-adeptus reader (male, but , if you want, you can use gn) .

This is the story of a young Baizhu who saves a little bird from bullies. The bird, blind in one eye, recovered from severe wounds. The bird became a friend for Baizhu. Then... The bird suddenly flew away to freedom. Baizhu matured and became a doctor. Suddenly, a reader (blind in one eye) comes to “Bubu” and becomes an assistant for Baizhu. The reader loves to pamper Baizhu in all things and will complete even difficult tasks. The reader cares for Baizhu and truly loves him. As a result, they fall in love❤

The phrase will do here“You saved me when I was dying. You gave me the meaning of life. You helped me not to lose faith in the kindness of people...”(sorry about my bad Inglis... )

Hello Anon, I'm doing well, thank you! Also, don't worry about you English, you did a wonderful job with your request! I must confess that I wonder if you also write since you came up with such a complete plot for your request! Either way, I wrote this with a gender neutral reader since I'm not really comfortable writing a male reader, I hope you don't mind since you mentioned I could. I hope you enjoy!

Waiting - Baizhu

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ half-adepti reader/ fluff/ request

Word count: 959

Baizhu didn’t really know how long ago it was that he’d rescued a bird from a group of cruel youth that were toying with it. But watching Qiqi as she stared at finches with such gentle fascination reminded him of this little friend.

The bird had been blind in one eye, and its wounds had been severe. But he’d carefully cared for it. Feeding it and bandaging its injuries. Teaching it to fly once more, even though it had lost one of its bright little eyes.

It had been such a cheerful little bird. Always tweeting merrily and singing its lovely little song as it had perched on his shoulder. 

Back then, he’d thought it would be his eternal friend, by his side till the very end. But it had flown away. Abandoning him for the freedom of the blue skies.

It was after that that Baizhu had become a doctor and met Changsheng, but he never forgot that little bird that had been his first patient.

And perhaps that was why he had immediately recalled the little bird when you’d shown up one day at Bubu Pharmacy and become his assistant.

Just like that little bird, you were blind in one eye and eternally cheerful. You would hum to yourself as you worked, adding an easygoing joy to the pharmacy.

Most everyone adored you. Baizhu’s gentle assistant, who doted on Qiqi, cared for patients equally, and seemed like an old friend to Baizhu from your very first day by his side.

Baizhu could rely on you for anything; no matter how difficult it was, you could do it. You were capable with medicines, swift with deliveries, and a source of comfort for those with the very worst of conditions.

You could even convince upset little children to take their medicine, and you never failed to have tea ready for Baizhu after one of his more intensive treatments.

It was obvious to anyone who saw you and him together, you doted on the doctor. Many whispered of your relationship, while others were satisfied to view you as another kind soul, perfectly matched to be by Baizhu’s side.

But Baizhu had noticed far more than your numerous charms. There were also your less-than-human traits.

Animals never fled your presence, and birds were known to flit over and sing along to your soft humming.

And then there was the way that you somehow knew numerous things about Baizhu from your first day at Bubu Pharmacy. 

Be it his favorite tea, the candied fruits he used to help him handle the bitterness of his medicines, or his relationship with Changsheng, he knew them all.

But Baizhu was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth or question his own luck. Sometimes good things happen, and you just accept them. It was something Baizhu viewed as a lucky little blessing. And it was easy to view you that way, with how you doted and cared for the doctor.

But as he looked your way, he found himself tilting his head with a quiet smile, “You know, my first patient was actually a bird.”

You blinked in quiet surprise at his words, before you glanced over at where Qiqi stood, watching the finches silently, before looking back his way.

Baizhu chuckled at your silent surprise, “It was a long time ago, back when I was still very young. It had gotten hurt when some kids caught it.”

He glanced back over at the little girl by the window, feeling his smile turn wistful, “It left me not long after it had fully recovered, but that little bird inspired me… It’s probably why I went on to become a doctor. I don’t actually know how much longer it lived after it left me though….”

He trailed off, shaking his head at his own nostalgic musing, somehow feeling you might not like to be compared to such a fragile creature as the bird was, even if both of you were important to him now, be it as a fond memory or current companion.

But then you smiled, drifting closer before speaking to him in a quiet whisper, “You saved me when I was dying. You gave me the meaning of life. You helped me not to lose faith in the kindness of people…”

You trailed off, your gaze dropping towards the floor as Baizhu’s eyes widened, a thought entering his mind. Ridiculous and seemingly impossible, but unshakeable.

Perhaps there was a reason you and that little bird seemed so intrinsically linked within his mind, as laughable as it seemed.

But all at once, Baizhu felt like he was that little boy who had mourned the loss of his friend that had flown off into the blue sky once more.

“You…” He hesitated as you shifted, slowly meeting his gaze once more with the slightest of smiles.

“In truth, I am a half-adepti and capable of transforming into a bird… I would not have made it through those days if it weren’t for you, and I’ve never forgotten how you saved me,” You shifted, tilting your head in a way that perfectly reminded him of the bird as he stared at you in silent awe. Hardly able to even find the words.

“Thank you, Doctor Baizhu, and I’m sorry I kept you waiting for so long,” Those words were all it took for his breath to catch slightly before he felt himself smile. Still stunned, but somehow finding the words as his hands found yours.

His fingers linked themselves carefully as he held your gaze, eternally grateful that you had started him on his path towards medicine and that you had returned to him, as he spoke in an impossible soft voice, “And for you, I would have continued waiting for eternity.”

[kingofanemptyworld]

I have a recommendation for anyone who ships chilumi—

—particularly if you enjoy a very possessive childe in a setting where he’s an assassin and lumine’s the charge he’s tasked with protecting (until the designated time she’s supposed to die, anyway). convincing the clearly unhinged man who nevertheless stood between her and assault at the hands of the other kidnappers that she’s fallen in love with him, and that she’ll marry him in return for saving her… if you haven’t read Firefly Wedding you really should, but either way it makes for a really great fic premise

[moirasdolly]

Hello! Hope your having a good day/night/afternoon, just wondering if you could do like a small Arleccino smut with a fem reader? If not its okay!, the smut can be whatever your mostly comfortable with!

˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Sweet Succubus ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟArlecchino x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Arlecchino might have met the woman of her dreams... literally.

Contains: NSFW (men and minors dni), switching (kind of? for a moment?), succubus reader,

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Sugar Rush - BIBI

Notes: When I got this request I didn’t know what to do because there was no specific prompt, BUT i remembered I wanted to write succubus!reader 🩷 I also feel like I went wayyy overboard with this… ݀֯८݂𓈒𓏼ིྀ. .𓏼ིྀ ̥১ I wrote so much unintentionally hehe. Unfortunately I forgot the succubi had wings... HOW COULD I FORGET, so no wing descriptions. Whoever requested this I hope you enjoy though <3

Absolutely obscene groans slipped from Arlecchino’s lips in the dead of night. Her eyes were squeezed shut and sometime since she had slipped into the realm of her dreams she had squirmed so much the covers had been kicked off the bed. Sweat beaded on her eyebrows as she furrowed them together in complete pleasure. She had taken quite a liking to this woman in her dreams and one moment you were flirting, the next you were completely stripped and grinding against each other like you needed each other to survive. You were this mystery woman of her dreams.

You were a succubus to be exact. Curled black horns sprouted through the tufts of your hair, your eyes were fully black with the exception of your heart-shaped pupils, and your nails were claw-like and quite painful if they were to graze Arlecchino, but who knows, maybe she liked that? Currently you were situated on top of her, your legs slotted perfectly together so that you could get the most out of both of your pleasure in your short time together before she woke up. Your lips curled into a devilish grin as you ground your cunts together and the taller woman beneath you spiraled further into her pleasure. The noises coming from you two were downright lewd and you didn’t know how it was possible for someone to be so wet. You hated to admit it, but you were growing fond of the woman and her sinful noises, maybe you’d have to visit her the next time she dreamt.

In one swift movement you leaned down to bury your face in her neck, and you found that her scent was intoxicating. She smelled of black currants and jasmine, you figured it must have been whatever bodywash she used. Nevermind that though, you wanted nothing more than to mark her up and claim her as yours. You grazed her neck with your tiny fangs and sucked little bruises all over her neck. You knew they’d show up in the regular world, but you had no care for the consequences. If she wanted to figure out what happened, she’d have to see you again, and that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted her wrapped around your finger.

The noises she made were guttural and you could tell she was close to release, so you picked up your already brutal pace. She grabbed your hips harshly and you couldn’t help but let out a little yelp. This was the first time she had tried taking control and you’d be foolish to say you didn’t enjoy it, so you let her. She guided your hips like she knew exactly what you wanted and soon enough both of your hips stuttered and you came undone.

You fell flat against her, your full breasts pressing against her own, and if you weren’t already so tired out you might have done something about that, but for now all you wanted to do was sleep. As much as you wanted to stay with her and cuddle up to her warm body, you had to bid her goodbye, so she could sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. You were cutting it close by even staying with her so close to when she would wake up, but there was something special about this woman that made you never want to leave.. Your voice was sickly sweet, almost dripping with sugary syrup as you parted from her with a kiss, “Sweet dreams.” Those were the last words she heard from you before she drifted off into another dream.

Your heart raced as you returned to your abode and plopped down onto your luxurious bed. Deep red silk sheets swallowed you up as you made yourself comfortable. As soon as your head hit the pillow, thoughts of a certain dual colored hair woman came flooding into her mind and you tried to wipe the thoughts of her away. She was the one who was supposed to be thinking of you, not the other way around…

-

The next morning when Arlecchino woke up bright and early, she couldn’t shake an uncomfortable feeling. She quickly realized that her panties were completely soaked through. Heat flooded her cheeks as she recalled the extremely intimate dream she had, and she was almost disappointed it was just that. A dream.. She tried to recall the face of the sweet, sinful beauty that had successfully seduced her, but nothing was coming to mind. Eventually she had forgotten about it and gone about her day as a Harbinger, and also the Father of the House of Hearth.

It was already late afternoon and it had been quite the easy day. It was a Sunday, and Sunday’s at the orphanage were usually filled with rest for the kids as a reward for all of their hard work throughout the rest of the week. Arlecchino had quite the soft spot for her kids, but she didn’t let the cold, hard mask slip very often. When she did though, the kids adored it, they truly did love her. Today was odd though, anytime they would get remotely close to her, they’d break out into uncontrollable giggle fits. The children were whispering behind her back as well. She was curious at the change of attitude, but she brushed it off as kids being kids, that is until the young Harbinger known as Childe had made his presence known.

She hummed in distaste as he appeared next to her, and it wasn’t as if she disliked him, but often their personalities clashed. At the end of the day he was still young though, and she couldn’t bring herself to have any ill will towards him. “Childe, to what do I owe this visit to?” She spoke out, her deep voice lilting up at the end of her question. The young man eyed her down. He tried to be subtle, he really did, but unfortunately he had noticed that her neck was littered in dark purple bruises. He couldn’t control the chuckle that erupted from his mouth before he spoke. “Arlecchino, perhaps next time you have… endeavors outside of work, make sure to hide them a bit better. You wouldn’t want the children to see.” By now he was full on laughing, and even had the audacity to wipe a tear away from his eye. 

The older woman didn’t see what was so funny, but she quickly accepted the paperwork the young Harbinger had brought for her. “I suggest you don’t make light of a superior next time. You’ll see that it would be in your best interest to see yourself out.” She maintained composure, but inside she was still deeply confused at the way everyone had been acting. Without another word, but instead a trail of giggles, Childe took his leave and Arlecchino was left alone again.

Once she had returned to her own home again she thought it was about time for a shower. As she stripped, she began to unbutton her collar and gasped at the sight before her. How she hadn’t noticed the obscene amount of bruises on her neck was beyond her. The violet marks were beginning to bloom just like flowers and they were darker than when she first received them in her dreams. She thought she might have been going crazy because how could these appear on her neck when they had been given to her in a dream. There was only one conclusion she could come to, but that would make her seem even more crazy. She had heard of succubi before, but they were obviously just a myth, right? Sex demons couldn’t possibly exist, right? Wrong. 

After her shower, she crawled into bed and almost immediately knocked out for the night. Giving the children the attention they needed could be tiring at times and all she needed was a nice good night of sleep. Although she was afraid if she saw her mystery woman again tonight, her suspicions would be confirmed.

-

Once she fully drifted off to sleep, her mind began running wild and there she was again, in the same position she found herself last time. There you were clad in your little skimpy outfit, luring her closer to you with your saccharine voice. This time though you were waiting for her on her own bed sprawled out for her like a perfect doll. She couldn’t resist you, it was almost intoxicating how good you looked, she had never seen anyone like you. Her deep voice called out to you after a moment of silence, “You’re a succubus, right?” By now she had already crawled on top of you, and caged you in between her arms. Her knee made itself between your thighs, and you sighed out an answer. “Ah… you’ve figured out my little secret.”

The laugh that escaped her lips sent heat straight between your thighs and you had to slightly adjust your position to keep composure under her. Why was a mere human making you so flustered? The same human who was a mess under you the night before. Clearly the dynamic had switched between you in such a short amount of time. When she spoke again, it was clear she was gaining more confidence as time passed, “Well, it wasn't hard to figure out based on your appearance,” she lets her lithe fingers trail across one of your curved horns, “and the fact that you left me many presents to take into the real world from last night.” Your tongue swiped across your plump, glossy lips, and with faux innocence you furrowed your brows at her as your eyes flickered to her kissable neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A pout graced your lips and Arlecchino could tell you were a real brat, nothing she couldn’t handle though.

“I see… Manners aren’t your strong suit it seems. Maybe I’ll have to teach you some.” She drawled out before trailing the hand that was caressing your horn down to your chest. “But first, I need a name from you sweetheart.” She tried to hide her curiosity, but there was a certain glimmer in her eyes as she awaited your answer. You nodded slowly before placing your hand on the back of her head and guiding her ear to your lips. You parted your lips to speak, but not before your tongue traced behind her ear and down to her neck where the violet kissed skin sat. Just before you could suck another bruise onto her, the hand on her chest snapped up to grip your chin harshly, forcing you to meet her eyes. She kissed her teeth quietly and shook her head, “You can’t even listen to instructions properly, what am I going to do with you?” You giggle softly before finally whispering your name. “It suits you, a beautiful name for a beautiful succubus.” She introduced  herself as well, and you have to stop yourself from laughing, “I already know silly, I come into your dreams, what makes you think I don’t know who you are?” 

Her gaze lowers to your lips, then flickers back up to stare into your eyes, “You sure do have a mouth on you. I should put it to work.” Before you could protest, she slid her middle finger past your lips and into your mouth, and like it was second nature to you, you began sucking gently. “That’s more like it, peace and quiet.” Arlecchino mumbled as she added her index finger this time. While one hand was busy, the other tugged down your shiny latex top and your breasts sprang free. As the cool Snezhnaya air hit your breasts you felt your nipples harden, and all you wanted was for Arlecchino to wrap those lips of hers around them. You writhed slightly as she rubbed over your breasts with her warm hands and you couldn’t take it anymore. You bit down on her fingers slightly, not enough to hurt her, only enough to get a reaction out of her.

Her breath hitched slightly and once your eyes met her own, you knew you were in trouble. She slid her now soaked fingers out of your mouth and a string of saliva was the only thing connecting her to you now. She shifted off of you and now instead, she was sat by your side. “If only you could have waited a few more seconds, you could have had everything you wanted by now.” She began wiping her fingers on the bedsheet and you lunged to stop her. You wrapped your hands around her wrist to stop her momentarily and you scooted closer to her, your head resting on her shoulder. You nuzzled into her gently, you were growing more needy as each second passed, but your pride was getting the better of you. You didn’t dare say sorry, or beg for her, you hoped she’d get the point.

Unfortunately for you, Arlecchino had you right where she wanted you. You were far from the controlling woman she had met in her first dream, instead the roles switched, and Arlecchino couldn’t help but chuckle. “Darling, what is it?” She asked as a low whine rumbled in your throat. You shook your head slowly, refusing to give in. You feel a hand smooth over your back and you press yourself further into her. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and you needed her so badly that maybe giving up your dignity would be a small price to pay. “I… I need you.” You whimper out. “What was that, darling? Speak up, I couldn’t quite hear you.” Her devilish voice rang out in the bedroom. This was humiliating. “I need you, please.” You wailed, your tail swishing violenty.

If the older woman was anything, she was forgiving. At least she liked to think she was. In your case she had forgiven you the moment you wrapped your hands around her wrist. Under her hard exterior, she was a softie for pretty women, especially you, but she wanted to hear you beg for her. “You’re forgiven, sweetheart. Now lay down for me.” She didn’t have to tell you twice because in an instant you were flat on your back once more, partially exposed to her and she was on top of you shortly after. She left kisses on your cheeks, down your chest and your stomach, finally arriving between your thighs. She parted them ever so slightly and tapped the side of your hip, signaling for you to raise them for a moment so she could pull down the frilly black shorts that hugged your hips. The rest of your bodysuit was revealed to her, and she thought you looked absolutely delicious. Something about you being only partially clothed made her mouth water, you looked so dazed it was adorable.

“Please stop teasing me…” You mumbled and she snapped her head up to meet your gaze. “Patience, sweetheart. You’ll get what you want, and I’ll get what I want in due time.” her voice was commanding and it made your stomach flood with butterflies like you had never felt before. Instead of responding back you just nodded your head, and hoped she would do something soon. Just moments later she pulled your panties aside and marveled at how wet you had gotten just for her. “Shit…” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she dipped a finger into your soaked entrance. You swallowed her up like it was nothing and you let out a high pitched mewl as she began pumping her finger into you. “More… More please!” You choked out, your body experiencing undeniable pleasure.

Arlecchino couldn’t bear to tease you anymore, not when you were so perfect for her, and she slid in two more fingers. You felt so full with three of her digits inside of you that you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut as filthy moans spilled from your lips. You bucked your hips to meet the thrusts of her fingers and before you could get far, you felt Arlecchino’s other hand press firmly into your hips. “Stay still for me, yeah?” And you couldn’t deny her, it was hell for you but you managed not to fight back against her grip on you. “Good girl.” Her deep voice rumbled out onto your inner thigh. Your hard work paid off because before you knew it you felt her tongue lapping at your clit.

Your back arched off of the bed, and the older woman allowed it, figuring there was nothing she could do about it. She also thought you looked cute, so fucked out that you couldn’t control yourself.

The noises coming from both of you were lewd to say the least, downright sinful if you were being honest. You wailed at the stimulation everywhere and before you knew it you felt that familiar coil building up in your lower tummy. Arlecchino knew you were close with the way your cunt squeezed around your fingers, but that didn’t stop her from picking up the pace. The wet squelching of your arousal was second only to the volume of your pathetic moans. “Sweetheart, it’s like you’re sucking me in.” Arlecchino’s dirty words only made you whine out in response, almost embarrassed at what she was insinuating. 

“M-My tail. Please.” You mumbled out in between moans. You were close to release and you were craving the pleasure that would come if the other woman even grazed your tail. It was one of the most sensitive spots for a succubus, and Arlecchino quickly caught on when she caressed the base of yours and you froze up. Your body went rigid for a moment and you squeezed your eyes shut as you came. Arlecchino’s mouth eased up on your clit as she pumped her fingers into you at a leisurely pace to let you ride out your high. Your loud moans began to dwindle down into small whines and you clawed gently at her hand to stop. Arlecchino took the hint and pulled her fingers away from you, but not before leaning down to lap up your release. Your hips bucked up against her mouth and you were beginning to feel overstimulated.

Once the older woman showed mercy, your eyes finally fluttered open again to meet her own. She leaned forward to give you a messy, opened mouth kiss, and it was slightly embarrassing that you could taste yourself on her, but at this point you didn’t care. You were still overwhelmed at the pleasure you experienced, so when she asked how you felt, all you could muster up was a small, “Tired…” Arlecchino felt particularly accomplished tiring out a succubus, it did wonders for her self esteem, but she wanted  to make sure that you were okay as well. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” and the way she said your name made a warm feeling bloom inside your chest. You didn’t want to think about that for now, and instead you nodded as she kissed your forehead and retreated to her bathroom to turn the shower on. She had come back to get you and your wobbly legs could barely hold yourself up in the bathroom, but the older woman was there to help you every step of the way.

At this point the two of you didn’t know whether this was a dream or reality, but once you were done washing up, the two of you plopped into her bed together to finally get some real rest. “If this is a dream… Will you be here when I wake up?” Arlecchino mumbled into your neck as she pulled you close to her chest. A beat of silence went by as you contemplated, you weren’t supposed to, but you wanted to. “I can be. Do you want me to?” You whisper and Arlecchino nods, “More than anything.” And just like that you made up your mind. 

Even if you were supposed to return to your own realm before Arlecchino woke up, you decided it wouldn’t be too bad if you got attached to this human. Especially since she was equally attached to you already.

When Arlecchino awoke, she was happy to feel that familiar bundle of warmth nestled into her chest as well as the smoothness of your tail wrapped around her leg. She looked down at you and planted a feather light kiss to the top of your head. This seemed to stir you out of sleep and you looked up at her, sleepiness still present in your eyes. “Hi.” You said simply, a smile growing on your face. “Hi, sweetheart.” Arlecchino drawled out in her morning voice. You decided it wouldn’t be too bad to spend days in the human realm, as long as those days were spent with her.

[starz222]

hi bby! /p

i love your characterisation, so would you mind doing headcanons wif my toll boys alhaitham and diluc with a reader who's a foot shorter than them? LMAO i'm not even kidding that's more or less our height difference

no pressure! also i hope you're doing well :3

~ ness ♡

reader who's a foot shorter than them !↳ ft. diluc & al haitham cw not proofread a smidge ooc notes hi nessa mwa mwa <3 tyy i hope ur doing well too! genes making me short so i could 100% relate to this rip

diluc — you work for him !

he purposely messes up in tying his tie because he knows that you’ll always fix it for him. you’d pull him by his tie and request that he lean down, and he does so. now, he’s at eye level, and as close as ever to you. despite the fact that he’s practically bowing down to you, you’re still looking up at him. he thinks it’s adorable how you keep your eyes focused and gently tilt his chin up to fix his tie with ease.

when he sees you on your toes, stretching your body the best you can to reach something on the shelves. he walks up to you and in a low tone says, “do you need help?” and of course, you accept. he grabs what you were trying to get in no time, and before he hands it to you, he sees you turning away to hide your expression, but he sees your ears are red. “here,” he says in a low tone as he hands it to you. you grab it from his hands. “thank you, master diluc.” you say as you turn away as quickly as possible.

when he finds you asleep in the most absurd place in the winery. you end up falling asleep in places that’s not even meant for someone to stay in. he sighs and scolds you quietly, “what are you doing asleep here? you could get hurt.” he then picks you up carefully and lays you down on the bed in the guest bedroom. if he lets you lay down on the couch, you might be disturbed, or even scolded by the head maid. he’d rather let you sleep in peace and quiet.

al haitham — a fellow scholar

when you’re in the library and you tip-toe to reach the book you need for your research. suddenly, a hand larger than yours grabs it before you can even reach the corners of the book. he reads the title of the book before he hands it to you, "if you need help, just ask."

when there’s a crowd of people and you find yourself in the back, not being able to look at the source of the crowd, al haitham will definitely pick you up so you can see it. he’d go, “need my shoulders to see?” and then without hesitation he’ll pick you up. (this happened to me before pls it was so HJJSJD)

for fun he’ll give you research books in the akademiya titled, “how to grow taller”, and you have a stack of books about height and growing. sometimes when you’re lost in your thoughts while reading a paper, he’ll grab it from you to get your attention and hold it up high so you can’t reach it.

when he has his headphones on while you’re trying to grab his attention, he’ll only realize it after a while and he’ll use an excuse like, “sorry, i couldn’t hear you from down there.” only to see you flustered.

[xsezzie]

requests r OPEN?????

may i request for ler!mauvika and lee!capitano pls i love them both sm they're a married couple your honour ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)

stay safe <3

I love these two, they’re so fun together 😍

Glad to see others love them as well 🥰

I hope you like! I’ve only played the first two Natlan patches so I hope their personalities and interactions are okay!

“Hmph.”

“What? Still injured from when I kicked your ass?” Mavuika grinned at the faceless Captain before her, maintaining his neutral stance.

The two travelled alone to a secluded mountain area, intent on duking it out again, this time with some more appropriate sparring rules and environment around.

“No, I am fine now.” The Captain almost seemed like he was being stubborn, but the Pyro Archon just grinned.

“Well, let’s get this started.”

The valleys echoed with the sounds of what could be described as explosions. The Scions of the Canopy were confused and concerned at first, but upon finding their Archon sparring with the Harbinger who recently took up residence, they seemed to calm down or watch in amusement and awe.

Eventually, Mavuika found an opening to shove Capitano to the ground… well, into the ground. A large crater was created by the impact and as the dust settled, the Captain didn’t even bother getting up.

Mavuika triumphantly straddled him and flicked her hair.

“Hah, where’s the fight, Captain?”

“Ugh…” He didn’t even bother trying to argue back, resigning himself to defeat this time.

“Heh, come on~” The Archon lightly prods his armpits, causing the Captain to jerk suddenly and let out a strange noise.

“AH!”

“Pfft, really? Did it hurt or… is it possible for Harbingers to be… ticklish?”

The Captain went to wrestle his attacker off, but she only dug her fingers into his armpits again. Despite his damaged body from the corruption, it seems he was still sensitive to these childish actions.

“S-Stop that! Mavuika!”

“Awww Captain~ Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Hnng… n-no… stohop!”

The Harbinger felt weak and embarrassed, unable to believe himself. He bit his lip so hard to prevent himself from laughing that it hurt. His arms flailed desperately, trying to push Mavuika’s arms away, or at least out of his armpits because at this stage, they were trapped under there.

“Who’s a little ticklish Harbinger~?”

What a disgusting and childish tone of voice, the Captain thought, but it worked in pushing him to giggle.

“Pff.. heh… Mavui… kahahaha!”

“This is amazing.”

“It’s nohohot!” His laugh was deep and raspy, making the Archon smile. She never thought she would hear this sound from such an authoritative and mysterious figure.

She experiments more with various spots on his body. Clawing at his stomach made him flail more.

“Gahahaha!”

His sides had his kicking and squirming.

“Ackk!! Pfff hahahahaha!”

Even experimentally gripping his thighs made him dig his heels into the ground and finally wriggle enough to get her to fall off.

“CEASE THIHIHIS!”

Mavuika laughs as she rolls onto the ground, watching the Captain with amusement and affection.

He coughs and splutters as the residual laughter fades, “S-Seriously?”

“You got quite the audience for that.”

Capitano notices the curious locals that are looking from the cliffs nearby, letting out an embarrassed groan.

“Is there uh… a way to erase this from your peoples memories?”

[malleux]

Hi maybe albedo, Xiao and scara (seperately ) with a reader that’s shorter then them?

Fluff plz

I’m 4”11 if that helps

short s/o.

-> albedo, xiao, wanderer x gn!reader

-> warnings: insecurity mention

albedo

I genuinely think Albedo is the one who cares the least about your height. His being a little shorter has never occurred to him as something that is something to be insecure about (it's still not, but to some it is).

Nevertheless, he thinks you're cute. It gives Albedo this primal instinct to protect you a bit more, even if you're fully capable of protecting yourself. He's been through a lot and felt helpless through many things, so he's going to make himself useful by loving and protecting you.

Pats the top of your head often, especially in praise. If you're helping him with research and come to a conclusion or figure something out, he pats your head with a soft "good job". Gets you every time.

xiao

One who I think does sometimes let his height get the better of him, solely because he was smaller than the other Adepti and therefore felt as though he had to prove himself to be a bit more. It helps that you're shorter because this kind of solves his insecurities. There's something about Xiao finally being the bigger one that he really enjoys.

Likes being helpful. If you can't reach something, he'll get it for you. If he can't reach it either, he'll use his powers or something to get it down. Either way, you're not lifting a finger and he's doing it for you.

I believe that no matter your height, Xiao enjoys being the little spoon. He is an old Adeptus with the weight of the world on his shoulders at times. He enjoys being able to just lie down and be held for once with no worries. It doesn't matter if it is awkward or not, please hold Xiao.

wanderer

Napoleon complex. Hands down. Because of this, your short stature puts Wanderer on top of the world. He feels absolutely amazing because now he can make fun of someone's height instead of people making fun of him.

On a serious note, he thinks you're adorable despite all the teasing. His teasing is just a way of getting more interaction with you-- he's not too good with flirting. Wanderer does that thing where he uses you as an armrest and puts his elbow on your head, even if you're really not much shorter than him. Please just let him do it.

Opposite of Xiao-- Wanderer wants to be the big spoon for the most part. As previously said, you being shorter makes Wanderer feel bigger. He wants to relish in that and it extends to sleeping or cuddling as well. He wants his arms around you, his legs caging yours. It's like a nonverbal warning saying, "If anything tries to get to you, they have to get through me first."