#genshin impact fan fiction

[anantaru]

THE PRICE IN MYSTERIES CONCEALED

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — who was the man you fell in love with? why did it seem like he was hiding his true self away from you, and why, at last, was he hesitant to deepen the connection in your new relationship?

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 3.4k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, first time intimate, playing with your tits (tit lover neuvillette), unprotected, he has marks on his chest, loads of cum lmao, virgin! neuvillette but skilled, quick learner, established relationship, size kink (dragon cock giggles), sweet sweet neuvillette he's the sweetest man

there are no two ways to go on about it, but you can clearly hear the words neuvillette doesn’t say to you, you can see it in the light of his eyes. hidden verses evaporating in slow heaves, how rain puddles disappear on a hot day, when he ultimately decides against reciting his longings out loud to you.

instead, he imagined it in his hankering memories, how you'd feel under him, topless, bare and exposed, how it would feel when he was luxuriating in your velvet walls of your entrance and the vivid heat that would envelope him every time he sinks his cock all the way inside.

nonetheless, it's futile, he couldn't do it, he won't make the first step, but he knows, he could swear on it, that there was nothing warmer nor more welcoming then being inside of you.

in such predicament, neuvillette doesn’t know what to do nor on how to get rid of those improper fantasies circulating in his psyche, because, as it happened, he felt disgusted in himself to even daydream in such manners, about his significant other— someone he regarded as infinitely perfect beyond the limits of his own imagination.

besides, he's never done this before, again, he’s fucked his hand while thinking about you, feverish pants and hot breathes exposing him behind closed doors, most of the times it's uncoordinated and without knowing how to bring himself to a nice, proper climax.

neuvillette could never stop his digits from traveling down south before rutting into his hand so fucking desperate, with a heartfelt heat plummeting on top of his body, shudders when he drags over the slit of his cockhead, brows furrowed, pale skin battered in champagne rose, wishing it was your soft, warm cunt he'd be fucking into instead.

and it's not like you denied yourself to him, because there certainly were enough moments in the past where he was presented with the opportunity of advancing it forward, magnifying your new, fresh relationship— souls nurturing in the most sacred, wonderful way, while right before it could be turning into that direction, his eyes would suddenly be unable to hold yours any longer and his worry kicks in right afterwards.

then, as it happens so often, he could feel his embarrassment bottle up when he pushes himself away from you, leaving you behind, yet— remember, he doesn't lie upfront to you, he'd never defy your trust nor succumb to altering the truth, which made it even more awkward to begin with.

to be transparent, gone were the days where he wouldn't have to deal with the enriched pressure and heaviness in his groin, new, unlocked desires that if he were to ignore them, or at least try, only would bounce back with a more intense power, until he was painfully hard all day, not knowing on how to get rid of it once and for all.

to counterbalance, you eagerly note and remember the words he did speak out to you, and despite the veiled meanings behind it all, sheltered below a smokescreen of mysteries, it's there.

furthermore, it was perceivable in the doubled seemings, and despite that, the mysterious man seldomly exchanged words of affirmations, protecting the hidden truth that had been stored in his heart for decades on end.

the man rather spoke in the elusiveness of his delicate glances, and in his imperceptible touch, because there was a primordial light inside the action of his trails. from first principles, he never sought out any of this, because the way he saw it was that unclouded emotions for another individual are best left unrevealed in life. all that mattered, in the end, was what the brain spoke out to yourself, because strict rules must be followed.

but if any moment in time anchored his very soul, created a strong tether to this plane of reality he found himself bound by, it was the moment he fell in love with you.

neuvillette never let you touch him more, currently, he only kisses you smoothly, plants wet, open mouthed pecks along your collarbones before lapping his tongue up, sharp teeth slowly grazing over the soaked skin. it's as if he was scared of unspoken consequences if he were to move this forward, or of the sudden possibility to hurt you.

humans were fragile, he said, like a vase falling on the ground, broken into a million pieces and unable to be fixed again.

presently, your hands find his hair, and the bed dips as you shuffle your frame into him, smothering the small distance of your bodies, laying your warm hand against his clothed chest, just above the little jeweled medallion he always seems to wear. he gulps out strongly when you lock your digits into his form-fitting garments, just to pull him closer to your body as you open his mouth with your tongue, lapping over his wet muscle before pulling away with a pop.

"feel me." you say intimately, guiding his trembling hand over your chest, and awaiting his reactions, testing the waters, while his luminous eyes watch you contently as you pause, his touch reaching your covered breasts, and neuvillette draws his fingers into the concealed mounds, his lips parting for a low grumble, eyes opening wide as it got hard.

"feel how my body reacts when you touch me," you speak in a hitching voice, whining when he pulls at the erected nipple, whilst the fabric of your shirt turned his traces all the more roughened, intense with the garment rubbing against your sensitive tits, "feel how i love you." 

neuvillette sucks in a breath, crossing his tongue over his bottom lip, "i do not want to hurt you." he whispers, his cock growing hard and heavy squished against your core when he unintentionally grinds down a little, both moaning against each other, his breath hot, his noises hanging across the walls of the room. it's without a doubt that this time it's different from prior instances where he was, although with enough discipline, able to remove himself from you, faster and without making a complete idiot of himself.

now, neuvillette was unable to keep his own hips to a complete stand still, he moves them, softly grinds against your clothed cunt before fisting the pillow right next to your head, knuckles turning white at the sheer intensity and power he was graced with, chasing more of the incomparable relief that you are so preciously giving him.

you whine, a noise all winded and hot when you wrap your legs around his hips, "you won't hurt me." you murmur, catching his face with your palms so he could rest in them, "because i trust you."

he believes that maybe you miss it too, desire it, the pleasure that was unlike others, perhaps it had been lacking in every aspect of your relationship which neither of you expected to have in the first place.

and you're ravishing, he can't say if often enough, believing that you were made for living once, because you were one of a kind, made of mesmerizing lights and clear, pure water and a soothing birdsong, sprouting flowers and the finest silk in teyvat.

... unlike him.

neuvillette groans into your lips when you lick across his mouth, leaving his infectious tunes stretch the need in his rough voice, stretching it out long and slow enough until it sounds like a clear beg to fuck you, or at least continue with this.

but besides that, you cannot look into his mind, blinking up at his reddened face that was towering on top of you, "do you want me to stop?" you breathe out, smoothly circling your thumb over his bristling cheek, stilling your hips and attempting to close your legs when he wishes you would just kiss him again.

"no.." he replies almost a little too fast, as if he was ready to beg for it, and his cheeks catch on the color of scarlet red rather quickly, his hands scattering down to your hips to keep you from concealing your movements away from him, fuck, it just feels so fucking good he cannot believe himself.

"i apologize.." his face crumbles with the vulnerability in it, exhaling from his parted lips, "i've never—"

"that's okay." you mouth a spot on his neck, reaching his earlobe, "but i want to hear you." you tip your head forward and give a twist of tongue into his lips, skillfully arching your hips to rub over his erected groin yourself— teeth colliding against each other bound by a crushing sensation that was growing each second.

with a muffled, breathless laugh giving way to a soft whine when he adds more strength to his thrust, you longed to let him know how you felt— yes, right there, you say when he at last, slips his fingers into your shirt to touch your bare breasts, just like that, do it more.

you aid neuvillette in unclothing you as his body flexes under your hands, shivering when your eyes lift to meet his glowing ones, and there’s a moment— you can never forget it, crystalline and trembling on the edge of a leaf, that you could tell that he has been buried inside of his own mind but instead of going back to suppressing his desires, as he did countless of instances before, he answers now, without words— and oh, he gets bolder, the faint, needy whines that crawled into your ears made you rock into him, his digits slipping over your skin and circling on top of your nipples.

the prickles and vibrations in your veins and in your bones multiply and the temperature in your room changes into humidity— your craving body lightening up and threatening to float away by his ever so subtle, sweet traces and rounds on your tits, getting himself to work while you're anchored here only, all eyes on him, under him, by the rhythm of his fingers.

"take your clothes off for me." you say, pinching the hem of one leg and giving it a gentle tug. neuvillette hums in agreement, nodding right after, tongueing at the roof of his mouth in nervousness, because everyone could clearly see that he was tense, yet his cock was turning harder under your attention, he feels like it's going to explode if he doesn't do anything about it now.

he drops all the way back, body lifting off the bed as he slides his high-priced pants down yet not before opening his belt one handed, the "click" of the metal making you tremble, followed by the rest of his clothes which you aided him on, reaching down to drag down your soaked panties as well.

his cock bounces as he kicks the fabric away, and by the time he’s back up on both elbows towering above you, the fullness of it rests long and heavy against the crease of your thigh. His long, slender fingers giving it a slow tug as you watch, entranced by its size and shape— he was way above average, not even that would do it justice, coated with a bunch of small yet thick veins that reached all the way up, hard and aching, right under his cock head that had been desperately glistening with his pre cum.

time slows, stops, holds entirely; he dares to glance down, looking at your drenched pussy and how your hole fluttered around air, shimmering with your slick.

and you wrap yourself around him, arms out so he could lean into you. you know he's sharpening his senses to catch your reactions, adjusting his rubs on your tits when he notes a particular place being a little more sensitive and how you moan out when he touches it.

everything hits all at once, and he cannot get enough, both of you cannot.

for the first time, he experienced actually being free from his shackles and neuvillette needed your affirmations that it was in fact okay, you wanted to continue, because he never kept his eyes off you, always watching you closely through hungry eyes— for all that could happen, despite him continuing to be content with you.

the man was intoxicating, he was handsome from the depth of his ocean eyes to the gentle, sweet expressions of his voice when he whispers sweet nothing into your ears. neuvillette was beautiful, as if carved by literal gods, his chest defined, blue'ish traces, reminding you of tattoos, outlining the sides of his torso— but they weren't tattoos, they appeared to be a part of him since birth, how beauty marks are visible on some bodies, his were larger and resembling the kindest, most soothing waves.

neuvillette kisses down on your collarbone and you gasp out when he suddenly moves a little lower to take a nipple into his warm mouth, shudder when he crosses his tongue over it for the first time, it feels warm and wonderful with his complete weight on top of you.

and you can feel his hand, the rhythm of it on your other breast as it’s wrapped around the solid heat of your bud, continuing to palm your tits when his warm breath fans across your skin.

in this room, the man experienced so many different emotions now, but he feels more alive, within seconds, more awake, more present, and he doesn’t try to talk nor voice too much in the beginning, he just wanted to listen to the pace of your breathing, your whines and what your moans did to him.

he was waiting for your heaves to even out, align in soft decrease whilst he certainly doesn't realize that if he were to continue to hump your bare, thudding pussy the way he did, in accessory to playing with your tits and lapping his tongue across as if famished, there was no way for your heart rate to ever go back in an even pace.

regardless, neuvillette alters his breathing to match your own, his heaves on your wet skin, breathless, hot, when you begin to move your hips up a little, his cock nudging on your hole but never sliding in, his tip alone seemed to be big in it's own right and you wondered if you could even fit him in you.

of course, you were plenty wet, he made sure of that, always so kind and gifting.

your entire face buzzes with pins and needles when he draws himself back from your tits and your hand travels down to catch his girth in your warm palms, fisting him a little and spreading his pre over his drumming girth, grinning when he hooks his hands to your hips, pulling you straight down so his cock would be perfectly situated and ready to feel you, for real this time.

"tell me.." he mutters, "if you want to stop." and you kiss his lips featherlight, "of course, don’t worry about it." and nodding when you drag him across your folds to collect enough slick before slowly, agonizingly slow, push his tip inside.

your eyes flare wide and you arch your back instantly, no thoughts, no judgements, only your breathing getting cut short by the sudden piercing thrust burying inside your tight hole with a stretch that's more shock than anything else, and you hide yourself in his chest when you whimper into his ears, "slower, please". he understands and the restraints in his chest loosen as he wraps his arms across your body, as if protecting you in a sense.

neuvillette shuffles his knees wide and splits your legs further apart, holding you how he wants you, how he thinks will hurt less and even out the burning split on your cunt— he proceeds and fucks into you slowly, inch by inch, waiting a little, before adding another.

you ease up into him eventually, your walls getting used to his girth, the slap of his body against you quiet yet precise, his hips pumping in a slow, rhythmic roll that grinds the low of his stomach against your clit, spotting the prickling point on your cunt. you're turning hazy at the fullness, dipping your fingers into his long hair before pulling him in for a sloppy kiss, lapping across him in slow twists, pinching your hips up to meet his blows.

now, all you could do was to relish in his warmth, curve your back like a bow and let the most desirable, filthiest moans spill from your pretty, pursed lips. neuvillette was quick to catch and watch you, swallowing down every gritty moan and whine that you offered him, because of him, he couldn't fathom that he was the reason you felt that good, passing his cock back into you, in, out, in, out, humming in appreciation between sucking kisses that leave a pinching trail from your neck to your tits that he ever so graciously played with.

neuvillette got a pretty good first impression of it now, and he doesn’t slow, while, his thrusts become faster and more, greedy, not until he unthreads an arm from the mounds of your breasts and caresses the length of your body— slowed and appreciative, sliding his hand over your stomach and up, reaching to your shoulder before hooking his fingers on it— thrusts now faster as he drags you into him, harder, and your tits bounce back and forth with each jolt of his large cock splashing into your hole.

of course he blushes when you tighten your muscles, clenching down on his girth and milking him preciously, it was a dead give-away that he wouldn't last long when he releases a long, lagged moan of your name. like his warm, wet kisses, the drags and fondles of his traces left a wake rippling along your entire skin, a sensory memory, never overridden by anything else.

the coil in your stomach builds up quickly, nerves lighting up when his tongue flicks out to tease the sensitive point of your neck and jawline, body sizzling as if electro infused as pleasure jolts down your flesh until reaching your cunt.

"make me cum," you cry, "i need you!"

"—you have me."

throat tight, body tighter, your hands quick to push him from your neck to your mouth, lips pressing together as you arch and jolt off the bed, up and down, his cock faster than before as the wet, filthy smacking sounds almost overrode your noises. you squeeze around him, hungrily, strongly, suckling in his cock with your thudding hole as his hand on your shoulder clasps behind your neck, pushing you so far up against his glossy lips that you exchanged breathes and whines, throaty groan and cries.

you turn your arms around his chest to strengthen the touch, throat bobbing, mouth dry. there’s no space for anything left and when he pushes himself in you completely, cock disappearing in your used hole, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you shake viciously, climaxing around him, making a mess of yourself, when the bubble in his stomach popped instantly whilst seeing you become free, your liquids drawing a white ring around his girth— neuvillette couldn't go on about it any longer, not when you gnaw down on him so fucking desperate, so loved and fulfilled.

he cums hard, and a lot, and he tenses up, a thrill running over his flesh as his brows furrow, releasing his warm whites with shallow thrusts into your pussy before tucking your body tight to his front and pulls you even more tightly against him, messing you up with his seed. he has been so touch-starved that he can feel drizzling tears form and connect under his lashes in tune with his own orgasm taking him hostage.

his expression softens afterwards, looking like a heavy burden has been lifted off his shoulders, and he dips his head forward, foreheads resting. it's quiet for a while, well, if it weren't for your loud breathes and the clear exhaustion quelling on your facial expressions. the both of you are puffing and blowing out air, finding comfort in the silence when a torrid heat of swirls casts on your bodies, the atmosphere in the room on-fire and fiery.

you decide to kiss his lips, when you finally smirk up at him, eyes aglow, and his own lips are pulled up into an ethereal, handsome smile, his demeanor cascading with an intensity, an honesty, a gentleness and love.

real love.

"i craved you." he whispers, "and i desire you." and kisses your lips one more time.

alas, neuvillette came to terms with himself, knowing that there would never be anything, nothing, that could ever beat the feeling of this.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[tartigglez]

nsfw, fem!reader, this was supposed to be rlly soft but turned out a lil yan-ish, aftercare hours

thinking about diluc when you wake up on his chest and can't help but notice that the room smells of nothing but sex.

he smiles at you, kisses the top of your head, and tries to wipe the mascara lines away from underneath your eyes.

"so pretty, my pretty girl"

the love in his eyes as he places a hand on the back of one of your thighs, rubbing gently with his thumb.

the sound of his heartbeat right underneath your ear, it speeds up a little when you smile back at him.

he's home.

nsfw masterlist || sfw masterlist

[thesparklingwriter]

the blush hypothesis

“There are simpler ways to get me to blush, you know. You needn’t compose such convoluted plans.”

tags: established relationship, fem!reader, fluff, literally no plot to this sorry

(if you have seen this before its cause i accidentally deleted it el oh el)

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You glance at Zhongli over the top of your book, trying your best to hide the fact that your interest does not lie in the pages and rather with him as he methodically dresses for work.

Despite the fact that your husband is putting his clothes on, not taking them off, the nature of your spying makes your face heat up in embarrassment and you bury your face back into your book as realisation hits. 

“You do realise I can feel you watching me?” Zhongli chuckles, doing his shirt buttons up as he approaches. “You’re not very subtle, my dear.”

You feel your face heat up more, putting your face against the pages of your book, hoping that if you stay there long enough, Zhongli will let the topic drop. Of course, that’s wishful thinking—he rarely lets things go, or gets flustered by you. In fact, you’re convinced you’ve never actually seen him blush in all the time you’ve been together.

“I was not watching you.” You protest, face still in the pages of your book. Zhongli raises an eyebrow, not that you see him do it, and chuckles to himself again. 

You continue talking. “What kind of pervert stares at their husband changing? That’s ridiculous.”

“You, my dear, are a prime example of the pot calling the kettle black.” He sighs, sinking down on the bed beside you. You don't look at him, still flustered from being caught in the act. But as you’re trying to ignore his presence until your face is no longer hotter than the deserts of sumeru, a thought floats into your mind. What would it take to make Zhongli as flustered as you are right now? 

And thus, you make it your goal to make him blush. For you, no tactic is too low, especially since it’s for the sake of science—your first idea is to compliment him incessantly. You’re not particularly the type to declare your love for him with words, preferring to show it in other ways, so his surprise at your words should make him blush, even if the content doesn’t. 

And so it begins. For the next week, you try all the compliments you can think of, waiting to see that flush on his cheeks. His reactions are varied, a slight smile some days, hearty laughter on others. But not once does he blush or show any kind of embarrassment.

“My, don’t you look ravishing today?” you grin, flopping onto the sofa beside Zhongli, who is absorbed in a novel. He looks up at you, a pleased look in his eyes, despite his somewhat neutral smile.

“Thank you, dear,” He replies, not a single tinge of pink anywhere on his face. Infuriating. “As do you, as always.” He shifts himself, making more space for you to sit comfortably.

“That’s it?” You reply incredulously. Zhongli looks at you with innocent eyes, confused at your sudden hostility. “That’s all you have for me?”

“I seem to have missed your point,” He says brightly, as you scowl at him. “Did I  offend you somehow?”

You frown even deeper. “Seven days. For seven days I have been using my extensive poetisicm to flirt with you and you haven’t blushed once. Not even even a smidge. What are you? Some kind of monster? Am I not good enough for you anymore? What’s it going to take to get you just a little bit flustered?”

Zhongli looks at you in mild confusion. “So the sudden influx of compliments was just a part of testing your hypothesis?”

“Yes.”

“There are simpler ways to get me to blush, you know. You needn’t compose such convoluted plans.” He chuckles, draping his arm across your shoulders casually and stroking your hair. 

“Pray, tell.” You grumble. As if you spent all that time planning compliments, only for Zhongli to tell you you were doing it all wrong. “I suppose all those years being worshipped by all of Liyue has desensitised you to compliments, huh?”

“I suppose so,” He says. “However, I much prefer the ones you came up with. I quite liked the one in relation to the Cor Lapis and the Jade.”

It’s you who hides yoru face in embarrassment, feeling it heat up. Of course he’d manage to turn your plan against you. When does he not? The silly man knows exactly when to do to have you like putty in his hands, and he enjoys it—you know he does. There’s no other explanation for his actions.

“Don’t remind me. That one took me two days to come up with, and you ruined my delivery of it.” You scowl. “When someone asks what you and a random item have in common, just say ‘what?’, okay? Don’t start listing the qualities that you and a precious stone have in common. It’s a real vibe killer.”

“Why would I do that when the alternative means you’ll respond so adorably?”

You glare at him halfheartedly. “Don’t you dare.”

Zhongli ignores you, a devious smile growing. “That said, it has been a while since I last blushed. It was our wedding night, if I remember correctly.”

You laugh at that one. “The same wedding night where Venti laced your wine with hard liquor? That flush was from the alcohol, not me.”

Zhongli shifts himself so that you’re pressed right up to his side, his face in the crook of your neck. “Venti never laced my wine. I would have tasted it.”

“So you weren’t drunk? You’re trying to tell me that you had that stupid lovestruck grin on your face whilst you were stone cold sober? That you bowed like a knight before literally carrying me home before the reception was even finished?”

“Perhaps not stone cold sober.” Zhongli amends. “I’d say lukewarm.”

“That’s not how the saying works.” You try to pull away from him, but his arms around you are firm. “What now, Zhongli? First you resist my attempts to seduce you, and now you won’t let me sulk in peace?”

He rests his head against the crook of your neck, and that’s when you realise how warm it is. “All I had to do was bring up our wedding night? Are you kidding me?”

“In hindsight,” Zhongli mutters. “It is somewhat embarrassing to think about.”

“It was hilarious. Highlight of my life. I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I was given the chance to.”

© 2023, thesparklingwriter. please do not copy, edit, repost, or translate.

notes: heyyyy whats up y'all (no one mention that its almost been a year since i started this blog and i STILL haven't finished flufftober thank u) aine if you're seeing this i took you off the taglist this (1) one time because i know you've seen this already :3

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[poisonofmind]

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 𝑴𝒂𝒗𝒖𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒙 𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕

I fear the mavuitano brainrot is getting to me (Yes, I firmly believe in playable Thrain) But on another note a read is appreciated <3

The sun was already setting, so that the huge mountains of Natlan appeared in a golden glow where they were touched by the warm rays of the sun. The graffiti that the Natlanese painted on the bronze-colored walls during the day in intimate silence appeared in their play of colors with renewed vigor. The roar of an engine could be heard in the distance, a sound to which most of the Natlanese were already accustomed to and which no longer startled anyone. At most, it was to offer a gesture of respect to the woman dressed in black leather with fiery red hair that almost seemed to glow. Even though Mavuika had tried countless times to counteract the changes in the behavior of her people that occurred as soon as her presence was detected, her role as Pyro Archon made her stand out with her mere presence, even if this was rather unintentional on her part. After all, she was still a human herself, which in her eyes made her no different to the rest of the people of Natlan. She had long since become accustomed to the decorum with which she was confronted as the Pyro Archon. 

Towards the evening, most members of the various tribes are rarely out and about. The majority were with the tribe itself; with their families and friends, dining and winding down from the day. Only a few patrols were still out, treading the dusty paths through the green landscape of Natlan. The end of the war brought peace for the first time in Natlan's history. At the moment, all the tribes were busy rebuilding the country. Difficult weeks were already behind them, but Mavuika did her best to provide help where it was needed. Most of the victims had already been found and buried after their families had been traced by Kinich. Most of the superficial damage had also been repaired, as well as the repairs to the houses of the tribes, which were in the final stages of completion. What could not be repaired or renewed so quickly, however, was the internal damage caused by the seemingly endless war. In the past few days, Mavuika had made it her mission to visit as many people as possible and to offer them comfort, in addition to all the other duties she had been fulfilling. 

Although she had already achieved a great deal as the Archon and leader of Natlan, it was only human that she had reached her limit. After 500 long years of war, the time had finally come for her to also enjoy some peace and quiet. She herself still deals with the loss of her family. It was a constant companion in her very long life, to which she had already come to terms with. With her longevity, she resisted the permanence of her actual human life. She had already seen many of her loved ones go, if were family, friends or people who fought alongside her. Loss is a considerable part of her life, yet she forbade herself to never not acknowledge those who fought for Natlan, but also make new friends as well.

Natlan may have been cut off from the rest of Teyvat, but news of the traveler and their companion, as well as the encounters with the Archons of the other five nations, had reached her as well. Mavuika knew it was only a matter of time before the by now well known traveler and their companion stood before her, too. This was also accompanied by an encounter with another fraction, although this was rather less surprising. The Fatui were already known across the continent, so it wasn't a wild guess that they would eventually make their way to Natlan as well. 

Mavuika even had the honor of facing the highest ranking - The Captain, First of the Fatui Harbingers. However, it turned out during their first encounter that he had not only come to take her Gnosis. When she thought back to their fight, she felt nothing but satisfaction. They were both human, but it had fulfilled her to go into battle against someone who seemed her equal. Even though the abrupt end to their fight had initially made her suspicious, as she had not expected a member of the Masters of the Night Wind to cooperate with the Fatui. After extensive research it was clear to her that the Captain was pursuing a plan that was superior to simply taking her Gnosis and more of a personal matter. 

What she had not been able to understand, however, was The Captains tragic life story and how it ultimately ended. At least an end, if there can be one for someone punished with the curse of immortality. It gnawed at her that The Captain had willingly sacrificed himself. It was precisely for this reason that she had gone to Ochkanatlan and stood before the throne of primal fire once again, as she had done for the past few days.

Mavuika got off her motorcycle, pulled her helmet over her red hair and took off her glasses, which Xilonen had made at her request. She couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from twitching as the look on Xilonen's face flashed through her mind after she had tried to leave as quickly as possible as soon as she heard her motorcycle approaching from a distance, knowing that there would only be more work waiting for her as soon as Mavuika arrived at her door. Luckily, Mavuika already knew her longtime friend well enough to know all her escape routes like the back of her hand. Memories like these kept her alive over the curse of time.

A breeze of wind blowing through her hair finally snapped her back to reality. She turned her gaze up the many steps that led to the Throne of Primal Fire and looked at the huge chunks of ice that had erupted from the ground around the throne as Capitano surrendered to his self-determined fate. An icy chill surrounded her, and though she had never set foot beyond Natlan's borders, she could almost imagine the cold that reigned in Snezhnaya. It felt very different from the warm air that surrounded Natlan and felt like home to her. Mavuika closed her eyes for a moment, breathed in the icy but clear air and made her way up the many stairs. The climb didn't take long and she was standing at the foot of the Throne of Primal Fire. She let her gaze wander over the body that was enthroned on what was once the very place of the first Pyro Archon Xbalanque. Nothing had changed since she had left yesterday. The Captains gloved hand still clutched his sword in a firm grip, while the other rested on the armrest of the throne. His body was facing forward, as if he were holding an audience and not bound to this place for eternity. Mavuika could still feel a certain presence emanating from him, letting her gaze flow over the breathing of his body, but she knew that this was just a bleak attempt to dull the pain she felt in her chest. She had not yet been able to accept what had happened a few days ago. 

Mavuika had rethought her plan again and again, twisting and turning, looking at it from every possible angle - for 500 years. She thought of the seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years and ultimately centuries that had passed. She always had one clear goal in mind: to establish the security of peace in Natlan, a real change at life. Being the Pyro Archon was something she had committed herself to. She had taken on this burden in disguise back then, when she was still young and full of thirst for action. A fire had burned inside her and it had not died out even after 500 years. Despite countless battles, losses and the almost unshakeable presence she tried to face her people with every day. But as she stood here and looked at the shadow of the man who had sacrificed himself for his country, his beloved comrades and now for her, she was overcome with gratitude as well as an infinite emptiness.

“You never told me your name, but I know your story by now, Thrain. You fought not only for Khaenri'ah, but also for Natlan. 500 years ago, as well as today. So much that you even gave your curse to grant us and the souls you have carried in your heart for so long the long awaited safety and peace. And although I am not the Archon you serve, you have also protected me in the process. We had our differences and clashed on those, yet you decided to be my ally and trusted me to finish what I planned. I thank you with all my heart. I can feel that your life force is not here anymore, but I know that you are somewhere. I hope that you too can finally feel the peace that you have more than earned,” said Mavuika as she stared into the mask, which, as usual, only cast a shadow. She took a step towards the throne and his figure, so that she was standing directly in front of him and held out her hand. Her palm gently touched the spot where she had created a fiery wound during their duel, directly above his heart. She could feel the slight tremble of his chest, which rose and fell with every breath.  

“I'm sorry I almost hurt them,” she said, placing the same hand with which she had touched his heart against hers. Mavuika took one last look at the mask that hid his face and turned around to go back home. She was already sitting on her motorcycle when an icy chill enveloped her for a brief moment, brushing along her cheek before the feeling of her own familiar warmth filled her once more. Mavuika glanced at the throne and Thrain again. Nothing had changed, except for the small spark of hope that sprouted within her. Mavuika pulled on her helmet and made her way back to the stadium via a soul path. She knew that her path would lead her to a certain shaman tomorrow.

[asinglemindcreates]

After the Stage

Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact Rating: T Characters: Furina (Genshin Impact), Genshin Impact NPCs, Original Male Character(s) Tags: Character Study, Stalking, Emotional Hurt, Self Confidence Issues, Takes Place after Archon Quest 4.2 and before Furina's Story Quest Summary: Furina, still adapting to the nuances of a mundane existence after centuries of immortal intrigues, finds her tentative peace disrupted by an unforeseen danger: a stalker.

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(Image edit sourced from Hamelin's "Furina: All Alone with You" animation and La Vaguelette story cutscene)

[superchiboku]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kamisato Ayato/Venti Characters: Kamisato Ayato, Venti (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Alcohol, Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Irodori Festival (Genshin Impact), Blow Jobs Summary:

After the Irodori Festival, Ayato Kamisato invited his honor guest Venti to join him for drinks at his manor. As the evening unfolds, the alcohol leads them to share an unexpected moment of intimacy.

Tldr: they get drunk and fool around

[eesomepictures]

Apparently Arlecchino's animated short re-awoke the fan fic writer in me.

[rainycloud0102]

Broken Hearts, Broken Spines

Prologue: Diluc POV

As I walked past the stairs, I saw her hair flow with the wind gracefully as she groped for the handrail, shining in the light. Y/n, the love of my life, was right here, in front of me, and she strode down the stairs like a goddess . Her skin is so sleek and shiny it looked like there are crystal files embedded in them. Her vibrant hair lush and beautiful like the orchards I have near Dawn Winery. Her eyes, bright and beautiful like the sun. I simply couldn’t take my eyes off her as she turned her head towards me and gazed upon me as I reached the bottom of the stairs and gawked upon her beauty. Suddenly, her hair whipped back as swiftly as she had captivated me. This led to me falling in love with her for the thousandth time, but instead, this time, she was the one falling. It took me a second to realize that the love of my life was tripping down the stairs. I tried to catch her, but it was too late. I had failed and Y/n tumbled onto the ground. I cursed under my breath and rushed to Y/n’s side. I always knew that she had fragile bones, but failed to estimate the danger walking down the stairs posed. But by the time I reached her, her spine was already too far gone. It was twisted like a bone pretzel.

Notes from Author - This is so cringe I’m sorry. Also, Y/n in this story is kinda dumb ngl.

P.S - The spine joke was started when I would randomly say to my friends my back hurts because of bad posture, but they would hunk i have back pain and fell down the stairs.

[saintfaux]

[artchiboku]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gorou/Traveler (Genshin Impact), Gorou/Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact), Gorou & Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact) Characters: Gorou (Genshin Impact), Traveler (Genshin Impact), Kong | Aether (Genshin Impact), Ying | Lumine (Genshin Impact), Sangonomiya Kokomi, Kamisato Ayato, Yae Miko (Genshin Impact), Paimon (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Awkward Crush, Character Study, Post-War, Canon Compliant, Fluff, They/Them Pronouns for Traveler (Genshin Impact), Gorou Is a Good Boy Summary:

These words of praise felt different from the ones he got from the villagers.

It was a simple phrase for Traveler but it carried a weight that truly impacted Gorou's mind.

Why was he feeling this way? It was just a few simple words of praise, after all!

---- Traveler calls Gorou a good boy and it awakens something in Gorou.

[4k-starbound-k4]

Crybaby

Yandere!Kinich x Reader

Tw.18+,fem reader, dacryphilla, stalking, noncon, breeding, abuse of power, degradation, male manipulation,oral fixation, kidnapping if you squint aka Crimes against women tm

MINORS DNI!!!

His heart pounded as he watched you talking to another man. It’s been two weeks since you both broken up on his account. He thought at first you were a distraction, he couldn’t focus on his work with you around. His mind clouded with thoughts of you, and now it was worse.

At first he wanted to just stop this feeling, but how could he? It only stopped when he was with you and now his remedy was talking to some “random” at the Stadium.

He walks behind you listening to your conversation. As he pretends to shop around.

“I think you’ll fit in just fine, my dear!” The man smiled and took your hand delicately

“Well when do you leave?” You asked softly

“In four days, meet me at the Children of Echos and we’ll be on our way. It’s only a day's journey. You should be in the court of Fontaine by nightfall.” The man’s voice was cheerful.

Fontaine?! You were leaving for Fontaine?! Why!? He knew you weren’t from Natlan but to journey to Fontaine so soon? What could possibly be there…?

Suddenly he remembered when he took you to watch the stars and you smiled at him.

“You know? One day I’ll be a star; I’ll dance on a stage. You’ll come to all my shows, right?”

The sparkle in your eyes then making that small voice in his head grow, telling him to lock you away so that you could shine for only him. There was a price for his heart, for his love, one long over due for payment.

His mind wandered as you started out of the stadium. He quickly followed you as you walked through the valley, a small basket of groceries as you headed towards your camp. He quickly ran to catch up with you before taking your basket from your hand.

“Fontaine? You can’t just leave.” He asserted, a bit more demanding then he had hoped

“It’s not your choice to make. Now give me my stuff.” You roll your eyes almost setting him off

Kinich held the basket above his head in a childish attempt to prolong your encounter. So when you reach for the basket he grabs your waist pulling you close.

“Baby, listen to me.” He attempted to speak, but it was clear you weren’t listening to ‘nice’.

You lifted onto your tip-toes to reach his hand and he kept moving it from out of reach. He wasn’t that much taller than you, but he was faster. His eyes narrowed when you pressed your chest to his in an attempt to get your things.

He dropped the basket and quickly grabbed your face forcing you to look at him. His gloved fingers pressed tightly into your rosey cheeks. His topaz eyes narrowing at you to stop and finally listen to him as his other arm wraps around your waist making it so you couldn’t escape.

“Come home, I made a mistake. You can’t survive in Fontaine alone.” He said harshly

“Yes I-,”

“No. The fuck. You can’t.” He growls pulling you closer

“Kinich let me go,” You struggle against his bruising grasp

His hand quickly moves to your neck keeping you in place, “Archons above, you don’t listen. I said come home! What are you going to do huh?! Dance?,” he scoffs before softening his voice, “You know no one wants that. You have me, that’s all you need. I’ll make it so you know that. Just come home baby.” He purrs rubbing his otherhand up and down your side.

You wheeze, before he kisses you roughly. His lips were soft but still left bruising kisses. Hard, possessive kisses patterned your jaw and down your neck. His hand slipping from your neck to your thigh.

“See? I can be affectionate, just come home. Please I need you.” He begs before grazing his fang like canines across your neck.

“Kinich please let go, you’re hurting me.” You try to get through to him but he ignores your whimpers.

He picks you up and looks up at you. The swirl of emotions was unreadable as he seemed to weigh the pros and cons of just taking you. His ever rare smile graces you in a cute lopsided smirk that seemed all too sweet once. However, it didn’t make your stomach flutter, it sunk.

“At least let me take you home.” He says carefully

“I’m fine, please just put me down.” Your voice shaking as he walks you through the Valley.

Kinich seemed to ignore your soft pleads for freedom. The evening becoming dark soon as he walked you to a lone cave where you had hidden yourself. The cave had been your home the last week since you both had broken up. He almost felt bad for you, thinking this was better than just swallowing your pride and coming home.

He places you down on the ground, his gem like eyes watchful to your every move. He looked around and noticed some things he had given you.

“You still have those?” He queried about the rocks and such he had collected with you and Kachina one day.

“Of course I do… I loved you Kinich.” You look away and tear up.

“Then let me fix it, baby, I can fix you.” He says looking down at you on the ground.

The way you looked up at him made his stomach flutter. You had a lasting effect on his stoic manner, Kinich was not without his vices. His most addictive being you.

“You can’t just fix what you said! You told me you were bored of me, you said you didn’t want me anymore.” Your voice cracked into a whimper, making his eyes darken.

“I didn’t mean it, I was afraid I’d- you’re very important to me… if I lose you — if you leave me I’ll have nothing.” He said struggling to find the right words as he started walking to you until he was hovering over you.

His eyes watched the way your chest rose and fell, how you struggled to wipe your tears. Your blush grew as your nose and cheeks got red from how roughly you pushed and pulled to rid yourself of tears. He mattered so much to you. His eyes softened and he crouched to your level.

“I’m sorry.” He said his voice barely a whisper as he cupped your cheek.

You nuzzled into his touch, before pulling away narrowing your eyes. You have been manipulated before. You had been led on time and time before. Taken too many hollow apologies and soft sorrys to just merely forgive him.

“No- I don’t forgive you. You- you don’t mean that at all.” You denounce, looking over his face for a tell…

His smile fell and his eyes became void, “Just come home. I’m not playing this game with you anymore.” He said annoyed.

“You bastard! You did this! You pushed me away! You can't just-!“ You yell at him, attempting to pull yourself away from his overbearing grip.

He grabbed your hand roughly, “You misunderstand me, baby… I am sorry. I’ve always felt sorry for you.” He smirks standing and looking down at you.

“You-“

“I saved you from the Fatui! I gave you a home, friends, confidence,” Kinich broke his sentiment into a pause, leaving you desperately hanging on his words, “Love. I gave you everything you have now. You could never repay that, at least not as you are.” He grumbled in his usual tired tone.

You attempt to stand, trying to pull away only for him to grab you by the hair, forcing you back on your knees. His gaze made you feel small. His eyes lidded as he pushed your head to his clothed crotch.

You grit your teeth and try to pull away from his tight grip. You could feel how hard he was as he made you nuzzle his bulge.

“Can’t you just stay here? With me? I wanna see you cry those pretty tears. My sweet girl. No one else can have you, not until you repay me for all my kindness.” His lazy tone mocking you as he thrust against your face.

“Let me go!” You attempt to yell.

You hadn’t lashed out at him much before, he never really liked it. But this time he heard that familiar crack of fear tug its way out your pretty little throat. Your cute attempts to be scary amused him, he couldn’t help but chuckle. He revelled as his laugh made you misty eyed.

“Stop acting like you’re helpless; you can get out of this baby. You just don’t want to hurt me. Right? That’s why you’re crying? Because I’m going to use you just like everyone else? Silly little girl, still so naive.” He said looking you over.

You sat so pretty back on your knees, legs spread just the way you were taught. Just enough to grind yourself into the floor on command. Back arched and tears flooding your eyes, pleading and scared. He wondered how many times someone had you in this position before him for you to sit so pretty.

“You can’t survive without someone who can protect you. Aren’t I better than those bad men who used you? Must you fight me further? I know you need me too.” He said his voice scratching back a growl as he watched you start to squirm.

“Kinich- please let me go.” You begged with a sweet whimper as he narrowed his eyes.

He pulled out his cock unceremoniously, letting his heavy length push against your face. Stroking a bead of precum into your cheek, his face unimpressed by your defiance. You just won’t listen to reason.

The hand that was still in your hair jerked you roughly to keep you from moving. The other stroking himself on your delicate skin. Smacking your face with his sweaty cock in an attempt to make sure his scent never left your skin. He pushed the tip towards your pouty expression, and pushed against your lips. You resisted.

“I can just fuck you if that’s what you want? I’m sure you’re more then accustomed to being fucked without any form of lubricant. But it’s going to hurt, you already struggle to take me,” he threatened, admiring your full lips as you tenderly started to suck him off, “That’s what I thought.” He huffs, throwing his head to the side, watching you carefully.

“Why can’t you just come home, I don’t want to hurt you,” he brings his hand to his mouth.

Hissing and sighing out a groan before biting the tip of his gloved finger and pulling the glove off. Kinich quickly gathered your hair in his hand. He wanted to feel every bit of you from your skilled mouth to your soft hair.

“Just be mine” he begs, thrusting deeper into your mouth, making you gag.

The sound of you gagging and the way your pretty eyes rolled back, how your tongue stuck out pornographically and how tears fell down your cheeks. He fucked that precious look out of you, ignoring how you dug your nails into his hips, desperately clawing for air. His eyes half lidded as his eyebrows furrowed, pulling you back when he was close. Stroking out thick ribbons of cum onto your face, he watched mesmerized as it dripped slowly down into your mouth and onto your lap.

He kneels in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. Kissing you roughly as he revels in the taste of his cum on your tongue. You attempt to pull away, leading his grip to tighten, his nails digging into your tear stained cheeks. Pulling away in a huff he looks you over and pulls his knife off his belt cutting down your top exposing your chest. He sighed wistfully, his hand moving down to your hip and shakily back up to your waist.

“Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” He whispered feeling his cock twitch as he watched your nipples harden from the chill of the night.

“Kinich please, I-I’ll go home please.” You begin to beg. Your voice caught in your throat when he snapped his eyes to look at you.

You were still crying.

Didn’t you know how much he loved when you cried? He kissed you softly, however as he wrapped his left hand around your neck like a vice. Roughly slamming you to the ground he watched emotionlessly as you whined and struggled, scratching at his wrist in a weak attempt to get him off. Still refusing to attack him with your full power.

That’s how he knew you still loved him. You wanted this. At any time you could use your vision, delusion, even summon your weapon. Yet you cried. He theorized you could be in shock, but you should be used to this. People turning on you. Or did you know just how much he loved you?

“K-Kinich.” You wheeze.

He snapped from his thoughts and pulled your panties to the side and slammed into you. Pushing graciously to the base, he had no remorse, or gentleness for you. In fact he smirks as he realizes your body still remembers his shape, perfectly squeezing as you instinctively spread your legs to accommodate him.

He watched as your eyes fluttered and your tits bounced. He nearly praised you for being so obedient, but he bit his tongue. Slamming into you again before dragging out slowly. Watching as he pulls out of your dripping cunt, sticky strings of your slick connecting you both.

He started getting faster, deep thrusts kissing your cervix as he started to get lost in the feeling of you. Releasing your throat he lifts your legs by the thighs as he fucks into you faster. Pulling lewd sounds out of your mouth and body as he made a mess of you.

Dirt and dust coated your hair as you bounced on his cock like a toy. Cum and drool drip from your face as you moan and whimper for him.

“Kinich please! Please,” you hiccup and cry, “I’m sorry, baby, please!” You apologize.

“Good girl, after this we’ll go home and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take such good care of you princess.” He grits, thrusting to the syllables of his words.

His thrusts slowly lose their rhythm as he gets closer. Chasing a high that threatens to overwhelm him, kissing you passionately as you cum around him. Pussy fluttering and squeezing each drop out of him. He fucks every last ribbon into you, determined to give you a reason to never leave.

“You’ll be mine forever.” He says biting your neck roughly as he ruts inside of you.

Slowly he pulls out and humps against your swollen clit before sitting up and looking you over. He stands only to pack himself away.

“Let’s get home.” He said picking you up princess style.

Slowly he gathered a few of your important items and carried you to the Scions of the Canopy while you slept. Luckily for him not many people were out tonight. They might ask questions.

Walking into your shared home Ajaw made himself known, “You did a number on her!”

“Shut up.”

“You should let me use your body to-“

“No.”

“But last time she-“

“No.”

You stirred and woke up at their petty argument. Kinich kissed your forehead taking you towards your shared bedroom. His heavy boots thudded against the wood floor.

“Kinich I don’t want this, please.” You whimpered your voice hoarse as you started to sob in fear.

“Yes you do. I’ll make sure you remember that. I’ll make sure you never leave me,” He smirks and nuzzles your face, kissing your tears, “Don’t be such a cry baby, I won't ignore you anymore. I promise princess, I’ll love you the way you deserve.” His voice dipped into a warning as he kicked the bedroom door closed.

Slam

[thesparklingwriter]

a world of our own

“At least allow me to wake up properly first.”

tags: established relationship, fem!reader, fluff, reincarnation, zhongli is napping!!!!! how strange!!!!!

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The god of contracts is a man of routine. There is a correct time for him to eat, a correct time for him to sleep, and it has been this way for years. For centuries at a time, he indulges himself in the comfort of consistency and routine. If you asked him about it, he would tell you that there’s a lot to be said for discipline, especially when its self imposed. But the truth of it is entirely different.

The routine distracts him from the fact that you are not around and he relishes in the comfort that comes from it. He can reminisce about you and the time you had together, while he goes about his day, without getting paralysed by the thoughts.

When you come back to him, however, after years of him waiting for you to be reincarnated, the routine seems to change. Instead of him heading to bed immediately as the clock strikes ten, you might find him waiting a little longer so that he can to drag you to bed. And even if, by a stroke of luck, you both manage to be in bed by ten, he can never resist asking you about your day and listening to you recount it in detail. Sure, he might wake up at seven in the morning every day without fail, but he often finds himself smiling at you as you sleep, and before he knows it, time has run away from him, and you’re waking up and bringing him along with your morning routine.

You would never truly know the extent of the routines Zhongli has stored in his head, and he makes sure of that, because he would never want you to change the way you live to humour him. Maybe he finds eating dinner at nine pm strange, but he’ll ignore it for you.

But when you’re out running errands on a weekend and Zhongli finds himself in a empty house, he might find himself instinctively heading to kitchen for his four o clock tea, or tempted to pick up a book as six pm draws near.

“Zhongli?” You call out, pulling the door shut with your foot. “I got the lea leaves you said we were out of,” when you don’t hear a response, you assume he’s in his study, or perhaps in the garden, so you set to putting your purchases away. But it’s strange—Zhongli always notices when you return home. He almost always comes to find you immediately. So the silence is strange. You go into your room to change, and then pass by the living room on your way to his study, and find him sat on his armchair with a book on his lap.

“There you are,” You smile, leaning over the back of the chair and kissing the top of his head softly. It takes you a second to realise that he’s not ignoring you because he’s reading.

He’s napping.

The thought makes you laugh. Never in the years you’ve been married to him have you ever caught your husband mid nap, and even though the sight is strange, it also makes sense. His posture remains as perfect as it when he’s awake, and his head doesn't even droop slightly as he breathes in and out slowly.

You pause. What do you do in this situation? You circle around the chair to face him, laughing quietly at the somewhat stern expression that graces his sleeping face. 

“Deus Auri,” you say quietly in a teasing voice. “What would the people of Liyue think if they saw you now, hmm?”

You gently cradle his face in your hand and decide that if you don’t convince him to lie down, he’ll wake up in pain somewhere.

“Come on, up you get,” you say softly, gently tugging at his hands. He opens his eyes ever so slightly, smiling when he gets a glimpse of you.

“You’ve returned,” he says.

“I have.” you reply, and he smiles a little more. “Come.”

Zhongli clears his throat as you take his book off his lap and rises to his feet. Of course, you would never truly receive the pleasure of having him lean on you even slightly, for despite his sleepy disposition, he thinks it would be rude of him to expect that of you.

“Where are we going, beloved?” He asks. His voice betrays him, the slightest edge of sleepiness audible in the way he ever so slightly slurs the end of his words.

“I’m taking you to bed.” You say simply.

“At least allow me to wake up properly first.”

You stare slack jawed at Zhongli, surprised that even in his half asleep state he can find the energy to make such jokes. He stares back at you, a devious glint in his eyes.

“That’s not necessary.” You laugh, opening the door to your shared room and ushering him in. “If you’re going to sleep, for the sake of your neck, please lie down first.”

“I had no intentions of sleeping originally,” Zhongli replies, humouring the way you fuss and fret over him and tuck him into bed, muttering questions about how an archon, someone who was entrusted to take care of a whole nation, could not take care of himself. For a brief second he thinks this is hyperbole on your part, but says nothing.

“Whether you had intentions of sleeping or not, my point still stands.” You kiss his forehead softly, and he uses the action to take your hand.

“You’re not staying.”

“I’m not. I—”

“Stay.” And maybe if your husband didn’t have such a hold on you, you might have told him that you had plans for the rest of your evening, or that you wanted to shower. You might have declined and told him to get the rest he clearly needed. But when he looks at you with those deep amber eyes, eyes you’ve stared into a thousand times yet could never get tired of, you cave.

“Ten minutes. And then I’m going back to the other things I need to do.” You reply, avoiding his gaze.

“Ten minutes,” Zhongli concedes, pulling back the covers and allowing you to pull him into your arms. His daily routine has already been thrown off for the day, so what’s ten more minutes when it’s with the person he loves?

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notes: hi drops this leaves again, i spent so long trying to think about how zhongli falls asleep and i've decided he doesn't drift off he just... BOOM falls asleep and he wakes up in the same way. i also dont think he'd be a napper but i think his body would get used to having a solid 8 hours of sleep so if that gets disrupted his body automatically try to get the time back somehow out of habit but basically this means no sleepy zhongli. maybe if he was ill. maybe if he was dying. maybe i will test my theory. how far would i go to test this theory? idk i feel like bringing chaos this year

taglist: @thelonelyarchon @aixaingela @medusuu

[kerokeropekopon]

it hurts me to love you

(platonic/familial)

I got an idea and decided it would be great as promotion for my fanfic heh... It's available on AO3 and Wattpad, currently ongoing at chapter 16!!! Heed the TWs!!!

[superchiboku]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mika/Venti (Genshin Impact), Mika & Venti (Genshin Impact) Characters: Mika (Genshin Impact), Venti (Genshin Impact), Lisa (Genshin Impact), Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Amber (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Fluff, First Crush, Canon Compliant, Poetry, Friendship Summary:

If poetry truly was one of the cornerstones of Mondstadt… Then shouldn’t Mika – as a Mondstadter – honor this cornerstone and write about what made his heart sing?

 Venti has a habit of throwing surprise concerts on the streets of Mondstadt. This time, the bard manages to inspire Mika to try and write a poem himself. While reflecting on his feelings for Venti, he also learns a lot about himself.

[reixtsu]

Wanderer Meeting Scarameow

Wanderer x gn reader (gender is not specified)

You/your pronouns used

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: You and your partner Wanderer were cuddling in a rainy day until you heard scratching at your door.

On a rainy day in Teyvat, the idea of your teapot experiencing rainfall never crossed your mind. The steady pattering of raindrops outside created the perfect atmosphere as you and Wanderer cozied up together within your home.

Snuggled on the warm couch, you played the role of the big spoon while Wanderer nestled as the small spoon. His head rested comfortably on your chest, his closed eyes radiating contentment. Wanderer's uncharacteristic affection was a pleasant surprise, a welcome change from his usual snarky remarks that seemed to be his default language.

While the cozy ambiance enveloped you, a faint scratching at your door abruptly caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat, panic welling up inside you. You raised your head to inspect the door, and the scratching persisted. Oddly, it didn't carry a menacing tone; instead, it was a shallow, almost pitiful sound.

Curious, you began to rise from the couch, but Wanderer promptly stopped your attempt. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" he grumbled, shooting you an annoyed glance with one eye.

"Wanderer, did you hear that scratching?" You softly murmured into his ear, your fingers unconsciously toying with his deep blue locks.

The man grumbled, adjusting his position to rest more comfortably against you. "Didn't hear it, don't care,"  he mumbled before pressing his face into your chest.

You sighed, attempting to sit up, though it proved to be quite a struggle. Wanderer persistently pushed you back down as you fought to rise. If only he could be clingy all the time.

"Wanderer, let me-"

"No."

"But-"

"Do I shower you with affection like this often? Forget the noise and relish this moment of my love,"  Wanderer mumbled, his lips gently brushing the tip of your chin.

You nibbled your lip, struggling to refrain from showering him with tender kisses. He was being adorable – an infrequent yet strong card he played when he didn't feel like being his usual snarky self. Even though you yearned to stay on the couch with your beloved, the scratching continued, accompanied by a pitiful meow.

"Did I hear...a cat sound?" You mumbled to yourself, finally managing to sit up entirely, much to Wanderer's displeasure.

"Well even if you did, it's pouring outside!" Wanderer whined, another uncommon occurrence. You made a mental note to tease him for such later. Despite his protests, you gently freed yourself from his cozy embrace and made your way to the door. Wanderer sighed reluctantly, sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he observed you heading toward the door.

You approached your door with caution, and upon reaching it, you gingerly cracked it open to peek outside. To your astonishment, there was nothing to be seen.

"Huh?" You said in a hushed tone. You were about to walk away when you heard another meow.

"Mew," you glanced down and met the gaze of a dark blue cat with large, watery indigo eyes. The mere sight of the forlorn, rain-soaked feline stirred an immediate desire within you to care for it.

"Wanderer!" You called out, scooping up the cat and cradling it in your arms. You hurried over to your partner. "Look, it's a cat!"

The man in question merely squinted at the cat as you enthusiastically presented it to him. Wanderer shot a disapproving glance at the cat, mocking it with a scoff and a roll of his eyes. "It's just a silly, soaked furball."

You pouted. "Don't say that… He looks like you."

The expression of pure amusement on Wanderer's face was indescribable. He let out a scoffing laugh. "Don't be ridiculous. How does that cat look like me?"

"He just does," you shrugged.

Wanderer let out an audible sigh of disapproval. Nevertheless, he cautiously extended his hand towards the cat, hoping it would sniff him. To his dismay, the cat responded with snarls and hisses, prompting Wanderer to recoil in distaste. Just as he was moving his hand away, the cat angrily swatted at him.

"The hell?!" Wanderer grumbled angrly, rubbing the spot the cat swatted. He glared daggers at the cat as the cat retreated nonchalantly into your chest. His frown deepened, growing more and more disapproving of the cat.

"Oh, Scarameow..." You tenderly stroked the cat's head, cradling it like a distressed baby.

"Don't tell me... You've already bestowed that ridiculous cat with a lousy name?!"  Wanderer gasped, aghast and disbelieving. He couldn't fathom how the cat was obviously manipulating you with its supposed 'cuteness'.

You expressed your disapproval with a hmph, giving the cat a gentle pat. The cat's damp fur was gradually seeping into your clothing, but you chose to overlook that for the time being. "It looks like you, so I'm naming it accordingly," you affirmed.

Wanderer gazed at you, a blend of disappointment and envy in his eyes. Although he wouldn't confess it right then, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of anger toward the cat for diverting your focus from him. He recognized the absurdity of his emotions, which is why he refrained from discussing them with you. Nonetheless, Wanderer crossed his arms and regarded you with an irritable expression.

"Fine. Do as you please,"  Wanderer grumbled. "But that cat is damp and odorous, and if you don't clean it up soon, you'll end up smelling just like that wretched feline."

You knew that beneath the annoying, indifferent exterior he was displaying, there was a hidden, but small, concern for the cat. You smiled at this idea, and walked away to the bathroom with a content smile.

"I'll be right back, love," You said with that angelic tone you always have when you're in a good mood.

Slightly perplexed, Wanderer let out a frustrated sigh as he settled back onto the couch. "Archons above, I can't stand how much I care about them. The lengths I go to for their well-being..." He muttered under his breath. While his choice of words was negative, the tone of his voice held a lighthearted quality, almost affectionate.

While Wanderer might not have a fondness for the cat, Scarameow, he had intentions of allowing you to care for it until the rain ceased. As long as you were content and he received cuddles and affection from you now and then, he figured he could endure the inconvenience. 

Even for just a while.

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Author-kun's notes: This is my first Wanderer x Reader or Genshin Impact x Reader content that I have ever made! Being the simp I am (not???), I mostly read other's x reader work. Though I do write my own x reader content in Milgram and Bungou Stray Dogs, I wanted to write some Genshin content here too! I do love Wanderer with all my heart. He is the first Genshin character I saw and instantly fell in love with. I just gotta make sure he doesn't see my other waifus and husbandos. (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

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Genshin Impact - NSFW Pantalone Alphabet Head Canons !!

Pairing: AMAB Pantalone + AFAB Reader

Synopsis + Information: NSFW Pantalone Head Canons for every letter of the Alphabet. 

Tags: Mentions of Sex, Cream pie, BDSM, Uneven Power Dynamic, Rough Sex, Anal, CNC, Mentions of innocence and vulnerability, Overstimulation, Fingering, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Edging, Quickies, Dirty Talk, Lap Dance, Face Fucking, Free Use, Pet Name “Princess”

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after the act). As one of the wealthiest individuals in Teyvat, Pantalone never fails to spoil you. He takes great pleasure in rewarding you with expensive and lavish gifts including jewellery and designer clothing. This is his way of showing appreciating and love for you after having sex. Due to the nature of your sex, he also checks up on you, to see if you’re okay and if there’s anything you may need.

B = Body part (Their favourite Body part). He absolutely adores your face. Whilst he, of course, likes your body, there’s nothing better than seeing the lewd faces you make whilst he shoves his cock deep into your pussy.

C = Cum (Anything cum related). Pantalone enjoys finishing inside of you, he likes watching his seed drip down your cunt, he finds it very erotic. He also enjoys finishing inside of you to reduce the mess, plus, he believes finishing ‘on’ you is tacky.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs). He is very turned on by BDSM. He has a vast collection of bondage, ropes, whips and other various ‘toys’ that could be used in the BDSM department. He loves seeing your moans of pain, it makes him feel like he has power over you, and that you’re his own personal toy.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?). Very. He knows exactly what he’s doing. As a wealthy and influential figure in Teyvat, there is no surprise that he has had his fair share of encounters with women.

F = Favourite Position (Favourite sex position). Pantalone is a very busy man, dealing with Snezhnaya’s economy and so forth. Therefore, a commonly used position is doggy on his work desk. Whenever he feels the urge to, he will pull you to the side and bend you over his desk, and without warning, he will thrust into your pussy whilst tightly gripping the back of your hair. It’s quick and get’s the job done, as most days he doesn’t have time for drawn out intercourse. It also makes him feel powerful; being able to pull you to the side and force you to take his cock from behind.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous). No. Pantalone is not someone who jokes around, especially during sex. If you ever try to joke around with him, he will make sure to punish you accordingly.

H = Hair (How groomed are they down there). He believes self-care is of utmost importance, especially down there. He is completely shaved and keeps up with this daily.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, the romantic aspect). He can be romantic when he feels it is appropriate; in fact, Pantalone can be very romantic, taking you out to fancy dinners and buying you expensive and beautiful bouquets of flowers. But don’t be fooled, as soon as he gets you into bed, he’ll be rough, demanding and dominant.

J= Jack off (Masturbation). He doesn’t masturbate, he believes masturbation is ‘tacky’. He knows he can pull you to the side any time he wants and fuck you senseless; therefore, masturbation is of no use to him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks). He has many. He mostly indulges in CNC and BDSM. He loves the feeling of forcing himself onto you, and being as rough as he pleases. Panting heavily whilst he’s hunched over you, thrusting into your ass whilst you moan his name and tell him to stop.

L = Location (Favourite places to have sex). Pantalone believes having sex in public is tacky and stays away from such, especially since his reputation is of value to him. Therefore, the bedroom tends to do the job, especially since that’s where he keeps his collection of sexual ‘toys’. However, he is a busy man who is constantly working at his desk, and he won’t be afraid to bend you over his desk and rail you from behind when he feels like it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going). Whenever he sees you looking vulnerable and innocent, it turns him on greatly. He also just plays off of instinct as well; he has a high sex drive so, whenever he has the urge to have sex, he’ll drag you toward him and slam you onto his desk before fucking you like there’s no tomorrow.

N = No (Turn offs, things you shouldn’t do). He is not open to you not taking him seriously, and if he can sense you joking around this will frustrate him. Additionally, any sort of public sex or threesomes are completely off the table for Pantalone; he feels as if these activities are for ‘low lives’ and are ‘tacky’.

O = Oral (Preferences, skill). He enjoys face fucking you, watching the beautiful mess he creates all over your face. But he can’t help but eat out your cunt. Eating pussy is something he is extremely skilled at; he’ll suck on your clit while sliding his fingers in and out of your cunt until your dripping wet and begging him to keep going. And, when he feels like it, he’ll edge you and stop as your about to cum, leaving your pussy twitching and pulsing for more. What a tease!

P = Pace (Are they fast, slow, rough or gentle?). His pacing can depend on the scenario. He can be slow or fast or rough or gentle. However, he almost always prefers starting off slightly slowly to tease you and leave you begging; then suddenly fucking you hard, rough and fast to overstimulate you.

Q = Quickies (Opinion on Quickies). He takes pleasure in having quickies with you, especially during his work hours. There’s something so perverted about swiping the contents of his desk to the floor and roughly slamming into your tight ass while he’s meant to be reading through tedious documents.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment). Pantalone cares too much about his reputation to take risks during sex, especially if it’s public sex. Being caught in such a degenerate act is the last thing he wants and needs.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they last for, how long do they last?). Long. Not only can he go for a while without finishing, but he also has the stamina and endurance to go for plenty of rounds. He can really go for hours if you let him, though you probably wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards.

T = Toy (Do they own toys or use them?). He loves using toys on you. As mentioned before, Pantalone has a vast collection of whips, toys, ropes, paddles and so forth that he takes pleasure in using. His favourite are the ropes; he likes tying your wrists and ankles together so there’s no chance you can escape him, even if you beg him to stop. The whines of pain and over stimulation are sounds that can make him cum in a matter of seconds.

U = Unfair (How much do they tease?). Pantalone takes great enjoyment from teasing you, it makes him feel dominant and powerful. He’ll swirl his tongue around your clit whilst thrusting his fingers into you, gradually increasing the speed till’ you’re about to cum. But then, he stops. He’ll leave your pussy pulsing and you begging for more, and he won’t continue until he feels like you’ve done an adequate amount of begging. Watching how desperate you get for him is a massive turn on.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make?). He isn’t very loud. He’ll breathe heavily and lightly moan whilst thrusting into you, but he definitely isn’t loud. However, if he’s dirty talking you, he may raise his voice slightly, to make sure you can understand every single word he’s saying to you. “Look at me brat, look at me while I shove my cock into your little cunt,” he’ll demand of you.

W = Wild Card (A random NSFW Head canon of choice). Pantalone loves lap dances. Quite frequently he’ll ask you to dress up for him and show him some dance moves. He’ll even throw money at you to treat you as if you were a stripper; then once his cock starts leaking in his pants, he’ll push you to your knees and face fuck you relentlessly.

X = X-Ray (What’s inside his pants?). Pantalone may have a cute and innocent smile, but don’t let this deceive you, he really is packing down there. Measuring out at 7 inches, his cock can really do some damage if he isn’t careful. But sometimes the pain feels too good.

Y = Yearning (Sex Drive). He may be a busy man, but this doesn’t affect his extremely high sex drive. He just can’t help but thinking about fucking your tight asshole, he loves it. Furthermore, the fact that you’re pretty much always available for him to ‘use’ makes it easier for him to act on his thoughts, rather than suppress them.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?). No; he’s too busy for that. Once he’s done with you, he’ll usually leave to continue his work. He’ll check up on you after sex and make sure you’re okay and he’ll remind you, “If there’s anything you want, tell the maids. Oh, and also, I’ve left some Mora on the bedside table, go treat yourself if needs be Princess.”