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lavandulawrites · 8 months ago

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Hello! I found your writings about yan!Dottore & I am a brand new fan!! You are such an awesome writer 😁

Since requests are open, I was wondering if you could write some headcanons/drabbles about how the Genshin men (including Dottore my fave) would react if their darling, who was pregnant with their child, tried to run away? Saying "I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

Yandere Genshin Men With a Pregnant Runaway Darling

Yandere Ayato, Dottore, Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley x female reader (separate)

Thank you!<3 I only wrote for five of them, but I’m thinking of writing for more of them in some other parts:) (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).

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Warnings: imprisonment, manipulation

Word count: 2819

Ayato

You ran and ran as fast as your feet could carry you. You needed to get to safety. Both for yourself and for your unborn child. Your bare feet were drumming over the wooden floors.

The Kamisato estate was like maze. The long hallways seemed never ending.

When you finally reached the door that led out to one of the gardens, you were filled with relief. You slid the door open and was welcomed by the heavenly sea breeze. Your joy, was however short lived.

Standing in the garden admiring the purple sunset was Ayato. He turned around and smiled gently. He motioned for you to join him and before you knew it, your feet had brought you by his side.

“The sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his eyes turned upward towards the endless sky.

You followed his gaze. The sky was in fact extremely beautiful. The purple colour the same shade as Ayato’s eyes.

The man besides you was cunning and as cruel as a snake, but he was undoubtedly the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on. His dark lashes fluttered as his gaze shifted to you. He remained silent for a while, just taking in the sight of you. He often did just that and it made you nervous, since you could never be completely sure as to what exactly ran through his brilliant mind.

“I’m glad you fell for my little trap. If you hadn’t, I would have to enjoy this sunset all alone. Sunsets are best enjoyed by the side of someone you love, wouldn’t you agree?” his melodic voice coiled around your mind. Enveloping you in a sense of serenity.

You quickly snapped out of it. “I want to leave” your voice low, but your words clear as day.

Ayato hummed at your words “Why is that?”

“Because I’m more like a prisoner than your wife” you snapped.

“A prisoner? What gave you that idea?” he raised a brow.

“Don’t play stupid Ayato” you sneered. “You’re not letting me leave no matter what. Doesn’t that sound awfully a lot like a prison to you?”

“I’m protecting you and at the same time I’m keeping what’s mine far away from prying eyes. I’m doing you a favour” his smirk completely gone and replaced by a cold glare.

“I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” you screamed, not caring about who could hear you.

“Don’t think I’ll ever let you leave me. When you said yes to my proposal, you sealed your faith. It’s not my fault you were unable to think about what the future involved” he smirked at your scared expression. “Don’t cry, I mean you no harm. That much should be obvious.”

Dottore

The dining room was decorated in an attempt at making it cozy. The grand chandelier that hung over the dining table casted a warm light over the table, almost making it homely. The plate in front of you was barely touched. You were hungry, but you didn’t have the time to finish your meal.

You glanced up at the butler who was standing by the door. His eyes was glued to a spot on the far wall and his posture was rigid.

Your cleaned your mouth with the napkin before your rose from your seat. “I’m finished with my meal. Please tell Dottore when he returns to come to my chambers” you told the maid as she silently cleaned up the dishes.

She bowed “Yes madam.”

Your heels clicked against the polished wooden floors. You had to quickly change into different shows and more practical clothing.

You quickly opened the bedroom door and hurried to your huge closet that was the size of a small room. You changed into some thick trousers and warm boots with white fox fur.

You quickly pulled in your coat and a scarf. You opened the large windows and you peered down. You pulled on your hood and your mittens before you ventured down the ladder you had found in an abandoned closet in a part of the house that was rarely ever used.

The ladder creaked underneath your weight and you prayed that it would mange to hold you. Both of you.

You landed into the soft snow and you quickly ran down towards the gates.

The tall wrought iron gates were impossible to climb, especially if one was pregnant, but you had luckily borrowed the key from one of the butlers.

You twisted the key and the gates opens with a load groan. You could smell your freedom.

You locked the gate behind you before you walked down the hill that the house stood tall and proud on top.

The snow glittered in the moonlight and green-purple aurora danced over your head. The sight was so beautiful you almost wept.

As you wandered down the hill you got completely lost in the beauty of the winter landscape. You knew it was foolish, but you hadn’t been outside in so long.

The sound of hoofs snapped you out of your daydreaming. As you raised your gaze you were met with the sight of your husband’s beloved steel grey stallion. The stallion snorted hot air towards you. It looked like a beast at it stood tall in the moonlight.

On top of the proud animal was Dottore. His gaze sharp and would cause anyone who was on the receiving end of it to tremble. You were no different.

“What are you doing out here in the cold?” his voice colder than the cold winter wind that ruffled your hair.

At your silence he only sighed. “You are truly a lost cause. Are you seriously going to cause your unborn child harm in order to escape? You are even more foolish than what I thought” he scoffed as he made the horse circle you.

You spun around in order to keep an eye on his movements. “What makes you think I want to stay with you? Your arrogance disgusts me!” you sneered. “I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” your voice echoed through the treetops that surrounded the hill.

“Watch your tongue” he spat.

Your escape attempt had been a complete failure.

Dottore had reprimanded you for hours when you had been brought back inside.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap, not wanting to meet his eyes.

“If I ever catch you trying to escape ever again, there’s going to be dire consequences. You’re not going to accidentally harm my child. Our child. Do I make myself clear?” his tone stern.

Your eyes fixated on his neatly polished shoes. You nodded and muttered a low “yes”.

He gripped your jaw and forced your head up. “If you disobey me I will have to chain you to the bed and I really want to avoid that. So be a good girl.”

Lyney

The purple cat-like eyes of the magician was narrowed in anger and hurt. He had just caught you as you had sneaked out of the house with bag packed with your clothes and necessities.

The living room was empty except from the two of you. His younger brother and sister were out on business.

The record player in the corner by the fireplace was playing the soft tune of a ballet he had taken you to when you first started dating.

Lyney was sitting in front of you on a red arm chair. He was resting his head on his arms. His gaze faced down as he thought on what to say to you.

The only thing that separated the two of you was the coffee table. Normally you would have taken you your time to clean it, but not today. Multiple cards were littered across it accompanied with some face flowers. The mess was surprisingly beautiful.

“I don’t understand how you could do something like that to me” his voice low. “I had it all sorted out. I have talked to Father and she has nothing against your pregnancy and our relationship. In fact she supports it. She knows how important family is after all.”

“But you had to try and ruin it. I really don’t understand” his violet eyes met yours. They were filled with more emotions than what you could possibly make out.

“Lynette and Freminet even said they can take care of the baby if the two of us have plans or need some time for ourselves. Yes, Freminet is still a teenager, but he’s still fit to look after a child. He often take care of the younger children in The House. And Lynette has always had a soft spot for baby’s” his voice was getting louder.

“You don’t get it do you, Lyney?”

“Get what exactly?” his eyes scanned your features for something.

“You’re a cruel man. You have locked my away just because you think it’s for the best. You haven’t even bothered to even ask me what I want!” your voice was getting louder and louder by each word that left your lips. “I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” you stood up form the couch. Your finger pointed at him. “You disgust me.”

His mouth fell open in disbelief. Crystal tears welled up in his eyes and he furiously tried to blink them away. “What?” his voice was weak by hurt. “I’m trying to protect you! Why don’t you understand?” tears were now falling from his eyes as he had fallen to his knees in front of you.

It was a pity full sight, but he couldn’t care less. “Family is what matter the most to me! And you! You are a part of my family now and so is our unborn child!”

You tried to step back, but his hand was tightly gripping your thigh.

A broken laughter escaped from his lips and a rose to his feet slowly. His eyes crazed as they met yours. “You’re clearly unfit for making your own decisions, but worry not. I will help you. And together we’re going to raise the sweetest little child one could ever dream of.”

His unhinged voice and manner sent chives down your spine and you could feel the imaginary cage that wrapped itself around you. You were trapped between the claws of the beast-like cat, with no escape.

Neuvillette

The entire nation of Fontaine were searching for you. You would be lying if you said you were surprised. The judge could be awfully convincing when he wanted to.

Since your escape it had been raining non stop. Heavy rain poured down from the sky undisturbed. The rocks on the forgotten path you had chosen were slippery, and you had to be careful.

In the distance, from the town you had a pasted hours prior, you could hear the loud voices of the search party they had organised. Hounds barked as they made their way up the mountain. You quickly picked up your pace.

After an hour or so walking through the rain you finally found a small abandoned cottage. You were filled with relief when you noticed that the door was unlocked.

It smelled of mould and you felt bad for your unborn, but you had no other choice. The windows were dirty, but intact. You slumped down on the old couch. Your body was aching and you were so tired.

You did not know how much time had passed when you awoke to the sound of a fist pounding the creaky old front door. You rose to your feet with such fast motion that you knocked your elbow against the wooden armrest of the couch. You hissed in pain and clutched it as you made your way to the hallway.

You hid behind the door to the bathroom as you peered out the window by the door. You couldn’t see anyone.

The pounding continued and you were afraid whoever it was would break down the door if this continued.

“Who is it?” you meekly asked.

The pounding came to an halt and a gruff voice answered you. “I am from the neighbouring village. We are looking for the Iudex’s wife.”

You were about to answer when the door broke down. A tall and sturdy man with a bear that reached below his collarbones entered. “I apologise miss, but I need to search the cotta-” his voice trailed off when his eyes fell upon you. His eyes widened to a state you were afraid they would roll out. He backed away slightly and shouted over his shoulder “I found her!”

You were about to silence him but it was too late.

The man who found you brought you out to the little courtyard. Your eyes widened in fear when a pair of pale lavender eyes stared back at you.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” your voice was shaky with fear. You tried to back away from the tall dragon, but the search party blocked your path of escape.

“How could I not personally participate in the search of my own wife?” Neuvillette’s voice soft. He turned to the villagers “Please give us some space.”

The villagers nodded and quickly left.

As you stood all alone with your capture on the overgrown courtyard you couldn’t help, but think about all the choices you had made that had lead you to this.

“Why did you leave our home?” his deep voice had normally brought you comfort, but now it only brought you fear.

“Why? Any sane person would escape a madman such as yourself. You have taken everything from me and you still ask for more” you spoke with sudden braveness.

“I am not taking anything from you. You’re clearly not completely aware at the moment. But worry not, I’ll take care of everything. Just like I always have” his lips twisted up into a gentle smile.

“Oh really? I don’t believe you. I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you! Why don’t you understand?!” you were suddenly in front of him. Your finger jammed against his broad chest.

“Your words hold little meaning, my love. It’s my child too, do not forget. I have every right to be apart of its life just as you do. And besides in a matter of time you will have forgotten your… conflicted feelings” his big hand gently wrapped itself around your much smaller one. “I will make you happy. Just you wait” he gently kissed the top of your head. His kiss similar to the gavel he used to seal the fate of the poor souls in the Opera Epiclese.

Wriothesley

The Fortress of Meropide never got any more welcoming, no matter how much time you had been there.

You had tried to climb the stairs up to the surface, but Wriothesley had been quick to drag you back down again.

He had been eerily silent as he led you to his private quarters.

“This is your fourth escape attempt this two weeks. Are you not getting tired?” he sighed. He was leaning against the kitchen table, his arms folded over his muscular chest.

“I understand the Fortress is not the best place to raise a kid, but I have bought a house close to the entrance on the surface. I have made the arrangements so that we can rotate where we both stay. I will of course always stay with you in the house. I know it’s not optimal, but it’s the best I can do.”

“It’s not enough” you muttered.

“We will have to make it work.”

“Why? I didn’t ask to be sent here. I don’t care about you and the Iudex agreement. I didn’t agree to any of this” you raised your voice.

“There’s many thing in life that I haven’t asked for. You will manage” Wriothesley’s voice was laced with uncharacteristic anger.

“I will not! I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!” your loud voice echoed inside the kitchen.

At your words something in Wriothesley snapped. “A monster you say?” he barked out a laughter. “I have been nothing but kind to you. But if you think that makes me a monster, I wonder what you’ll think of me now” his eyes colder than his vision.

Wriothesley dragged you inside your bedroom. “You’re not going to leave this room before I say you can. I will use the spare bedroom” he pointed to the bathroom. “If you’re thirsty between meals, you know where to find water.” With that he slammed the door closed. The sound of his key twisting sent a pang through your chest.

Escape had never seemed so far out of reach as it was now. You found yourself longing for the outside and the smell of the wildflowers that littered the green meadows of Fontaine. Maybe the house Wriothesley had promised you on the surface didn’t sound so bad after all.

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angelsrcute · 6 months ago

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⌗ Please notice me, Senpai or others will have to die! ౨ৎ

Yandere!Troublemaker who follows you around like a puppy, even though you pay no attention to him. Sometimes he'd beat up people just to have your attention. Oh? You were scolding him, but all he could focus on was how your lips moved, imagining them around his cock.

Yandere!Troublemaker who would stare at you in class, fantasising about God knows what! He'd excuse himself from the class and go to the restroom to jerk off. His hands moved faster as he tried to think it was your hand.

Yandere!Troublemaker who would flirt with you shamelessly. He'd never let you avoid him— he has memorised your routine by heart, praise him a little would?

Yandere!Troublemaker who would lose his mind if he saw someone getting too touchy with you. He had even beaten up a student badly when he tried to confess to you. The student has to be admitted to a hospital. How dare they lay their eyes on you? You belong to him!

Yandere!Troublemaker who's waiting for you to confess to him, after all, he has the looks and personality— What do you mean he's not your type!? You must be kidding, for the time being he'd be patient with you. Surely one day, you'll see he's the perfect guy? <3

SYLUS, Tartaglia, Yuta, SCARA, Gojo, Leona, the Leech twins, GETO, Aventurine, DAZAI, Fyodor, Nikolai, SUKUNA, Toji, Wriothesley, BLADE, Boothill, Sampo, JIAOQIU, Satan and whoever fits! ᡴꪫ‎

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akutasoda · 8 months ago

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in the morning light [genshin ver]

synopsis - what it's like sharing a bed with them

includes - diluc, kaeya, albedo, beidou, baizhu, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, wriothesley

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, still have no clue what im doing, might be ooc, wc - 2.2k

a/n: can you tell im bored? anyway how is everyone?

diluc ragnvindr ★↷

↪to absolutely nobody's suprise, he didn't actually get much sleep. most would assume that the reason for this would be running angels share or the dawnery and such, but it was mainly because he acted as the 'darknight hero'.

↪he always encouraged you to go to bed and not wait up for him because he never knew how long he would take. however, diluc couldn't get mad at you for staying up as he found it endearing that you were so insistent on doing so.

↪diluc does have a rather important public image to uphold and so he tries his best to maintain a night and morning routine, but sometimes the night one does go a miss. it's simple yet very effective for him - you know he gets the absolute worst bed hair known to man.

↪the neatest bed you've ever seen, it's always pristine whether he made it or not. has no issues compromising for what you'd like either, he'd even assist you in making the bed to your liking rather than his.

↪initially, he prefers to have his own side to the bed - mainly because he gets up early and goes to bed late so he doesn't want to disturb you. but over time he gets a tad bit too comfy and prefers to have you swamped in his embrace.

↪a light sleeper and not that much of a mover, he either stays completely still or occasionally shuffles around. although when he does shuffle, his hair can tickle you and accidentally wake you if you're a light sleeper yourself.

↪unfortunately, diluc sometimes can wake up rather abruptly due to some certain nightmares, but he always tries not too wake you.

↪human heater. most summers are spent with the bedding completey stripped away because he gives off a lot of body heat, so cuddles are rare unless you don't mind feeling like you're being cooked alive.

kaeya alberich ★↷

↪has the best routines you've ever seen, that is if he bothers to do them. he's very vigilant when doing his morning routine but sometimes he comes home from angels share a bit too tipsy to do his night routine.

↪as mentioned, he spends quite a few nights down at angels share and so he either comes home late, assisted by an annoyed diluc, or you have to go fetch him. admittedly he has gotten better since you've been around though.

↪most days he does get up fairly early, but on his day's off he's not budging. good luck getting up yourself because you're not leaving until he decides he wants to get up - which he will then proceed to wake you up.

↪the messiest bed, sure he makes it occasionally but sometimes he just can't be asked. uses way too many pillows and blankets but is very accommodating to your needs and wants.

↪a complete opposite to his brother, but he is practically a human freezer. unfortunately kaeya is quite cold to the touch so if winter comes around he always puts more blankets and duvets on the bed just so he can still cuddle you without you complaining that he's going to give you frostbite. he also can give you quite the wake up in the morning by how cold he is.

↪can be unconsciously really clingy in his sleep, im talking having some part of him touching you at any time - full on cuddles, holding hands, or even simply intertwining his legs with yours. he claims it helps him sleep better, especially when the nightmares come calling.

↪only downside, is that he can be extremely obnoxious. he moves around so much and unfortunately that can wake you aswell, especially when he ends up upside down and spread out across the bed and such. also can be quite the snorer if he allows himself to fully relax around you.

albedo ★↷

↪admittedly, he spends many nights up at camp in dragonspine and he understands that the freezing weather isn't for everyone - so he doesn't blame you for staying in mondstadt. but sometimes he knows you'd probably prefer for him to be back in mondstadt with you.

↪but if you choose to stay with him in dragonspine, he decides to upgrade the usual camp cot that he uses. he might not be able to feel the cold but you certainly would and the very last thing he'd want, is for you to catch a cold or worse. although there is a nice feeling of finally returning home to you.

↪albedo does have a simple nightly routine that he follows and same goes for his morning routine - although admittedly he can get a bit too carried away with his research and completely miss his routines or sleep in general.

↪he practically stays still entirely while he sleeps, it's almost scary as sometimes you forget he's there. he also doesn't really understand if you want to cuddle while you sleep but he'll indulge you.

beidou ★↷

↪she either goes to bed alongside you or later at night, normally she only comes to bed late if she stays up celebrating with the crew or is on some kind of voyage. most nights she does want to go to bed with you.

↪keeps any routine, morning or night, to a simple yet effective routine. yes she wants to keep up a good appearance but sometimes she just doesn't have the time and so she always goes for the same quick routine.

↪due to her bed being on her ship, she has the bare minimum as beidou doesn't really see a point in going all out. however, again, very willing to let you do whatever you want to the bed as you are sleeping in it aswell and she doesn't mind one bit.

↪can be somewhat clingy in her sleep, she loves holding you close and you can't exactly overpower her grip - it worsens when she does have a bit too much to drink when celebrating as she practically drapes her entire body over yours at all times.

↪a mix between a light sleeper and heavy, normally she's quite light but sometimes she gets a bit too tired.but either way beidou does shuffle around alot, most nights she ends up completely spread out across the entire bed.

baizhu ★↷

↪the doctor spends alot of time managing the pharmacy and other affairs and so even he would admit that he doesn't get as much sleep as he needs, especially when he can get easily fatigued. changsheng gets better sleep than he does.

↪normally by the time the day draws to a close, he's pretty exhausted and so he tries to go to sleep at a reasonable time after. he has somewhat of a nightly routine but it mainly focuses on managing his condition. same goes for the morning.

↪his bed is surprisingly really comfy, even changshengs is. he would prefer if you only messed with your side of the bed because he can be a bit particulate but if you really wanted to, he'd let you.

↪sometimes his condition can give him a rather uncomfortable night's sleep but he tries his best to not let it affect you. but otherwise he can become an extremely heavy sleeper because sleeping is one of the only times where he can truly rest.

↪very rarely his condition may get a bit too much and so he does have to isolate himself until it subsides. although now that you're in his life, he realises how lonely it can get without you.

↪he likes to keep contact to a minimum, perhaps holding hands or having your legs interwined. maybe further down the line, he'd be more inclined to indulge in cuddles if you preferred.

neuvillette ★↷

↪he wakes up quite early and never really wakes you, but if you need to get up he will get you up. however, on an extremely rare day off, he stays in bed with you a bit longer and subconsciously pulls you closer.

alhaitham ★↷

↪sometimes the scribe stays up late, sometimes he doesn't. staying up late could be due to akadeymia work or because he's busy reading up on his own interests. although he only really goes to bed early if you are.

↪his routines are basic but they cover the essentials, he spends more time on his nightly routine because he's normally more rushed in the morning.

↪his bed is rather basic, only really contains the essentials. he doesn't care what you do to make yourself comfortable, as long as you don't do anything stupid than he entertains you.

↪very prone to late night reading, most of the time he sits beside you completely emersed in his reading. alot of the time he does fall asleep in the middle of reading.

↪isn't one for physical contact but eventually might cave to your demands if you really want him to, although when he does you're convinced he enjoys it more than you do. although he does barely move in the night.

↪normally wakes up quite early, with some quite bad bed hair, but he normally leaves you to sleep unless he knows you have somewhere to be. although on his day's off, he indulges himself in your sleepy presence and he brings you closer and falls back asleep with you in his arms.

kaveh ★↷

↪it's no suprise that the architect can sometimes pull all nighters when he gets a well paid commission, much to your dismay. although most nights he does join you when you go to bed or earlier than you but he prefers you fi be there aswell.

↪his bed is extremely comfy and very well organised, most of the time. sometimes when he's pulled a few all nighters he can forget to sort his bed but most of the time he does.

↪his routines are also dependent on his sleep deprived state. if he's pulling all nighters, then his routine is very simple or virtually nonexistent, otherwise his routines can be quite extensive.

↪clingy. on purpose. he doesn't mind whether he's the big spoon or the small spoon, as long as he's cuddling you he's fine. in the morning when he's not fully awake, he can whine if you try and pry yourself away from him before he's ready to get up - he doesn't ever really need to get up super early.

↪a mix between a heavy sleeper and a light sleeper, can also shuffle around a tad but not much of an issue as long as you aren't an extremely light sleeper.

↪when you first stayed the night at neuvillette's, you wondered why on tevyat was his bed so big. it seemed almost comical for one person but you didn't exactly complain as it was extremely comfy.

↪however, further down the line, as he started to really trust you, you realised that it was because he preferred to sleep in somewhat of a dragon form as he claimed it was much more comfortable. and it certainly was for you, he was surprisingly comfy to sleep on.

↪if he has the time, he enjoys taking his time with a nightly routine and he enjoys doing it alongside you, should you also have one. again, same goes for his morning routine - although that one is always much shorter as he is needed quite early.

↪as mentioned, when he gets much more comfortable with you, he sleeps in a semi dragon form. however he's much more likely to fidget and shuffle around in such form, mainly his tail which sometimes wakes you up.

↪however, when he sleeps as is, he doesn't move at all. neuvillette does enjoy cuddling in both forms though, at first he didn't exactly understand why but he quickly grew accustomed to it and came to enjoy it much more than he thought.

wriothesley ★↷

↪alot of the time, he returns late at night. he doesn't exactly find spending the night at the fortress ideal, sometimes he does have to however, and so he doesn't mind traveling back late, although sometimes he wishes he could come back a tad bit earlier.

↪normally, he doesn't have an efficient amount of time to have an extensive night routine but he does in the morning if he wakes early enough. especially because he also falls victim to bed hair.

↪his bed is normally quite basic yet comfy. so he actually enjoyed it when you started changing things to your liking as it gave a bit of character.

↪clingy, on purpose. he always claims that he doesn't get to see you much since he's at the fortress all day and so he refuses to let you go. he always gathers you unti his embrace and when he knows you're safe in his arms, he can relax.

↪always extremely reluctant in the morning, he doesn't want to leave the comfort of the room and so when he has an extremely rare day off, he refuses to let you go and indulges in your presence much longer - all with a smug smile when you try and leave.

↪extremely light sleeper and sometimes does like to shuffle around, and of course you unfortunately will move around with him as his grip refuses to let up.

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heavngumi · 9 days ago

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✧ things are getting heated this valentine’s !

— ft. fem reader x ayato, thoma, diluc, wriothesley, kazuha, albedo, alhaitham ꒰ separate ꒱ ⋆ minors do not interact! pnv ꒰ unprotected except in alhaitham’s ꒱. lots n lots of oral ꒰ reader giving n receiving ꒱. praise n degradation. fingering. marking. breeding in diluc’s. public sex in kazuha’s … 11k words ₊ 𓂃

♡ AYATO

there’s a sharp inhale once his eyes fall on you, quiet but telling. the kind that makes anticipation coil thick in your lower abdomen.

kamisato ayato is not a man easily shaken. he is composed, deliberate in his movements, every touch intentional. and yet, when you step into the candlelit bedroom wearing the delicate, white lacy thing you bought for this occasion, something flickers in his eyes—something dangerous.

his lips part slightly. then, he exhales a quiet chuckle, tilting his head as if you’ve presented him with a puzzle he’s eager to solve.

“my, my,” he muses, voice velvet-smooth. “you went through all this effort just for me?”

you don’t get the chance to answer before he crosses the distance between you. his fingertips brush your bare shoulder, featherlight, trailing down the curve of your arm. the heat of his palm settles at your waist, pulling you in, close enough that you can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath.

his gaze traces over you, reverent yet teasing. “it suits you,” he murmurs, dipping his head so his lips hover just above your ear. “but you must have known that already. you wouldn’t have chosen it otherwise.”

a shiver runs through you at the low timbre of his voice. “i hoped you’d like it,” you admit softly, hands resting against the front of his dress shirt, feeling the warmth of him through the thin fabric.

“oh, i do,” ayato hums, amusement laced with something deeper, something heady. “but now i have a problem, you see.”

you blink up at him, questioning.

he tugs you flush against him, the firm line of his body pressing into yours. his fingers find your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to hold his gaze. the pale lavender tint of his irises darkens as he regards you.

“i don’t know whether to admire you a little longer... or to ruin you completely.”

heat pools low in your stomach at the weight of his words, the promise in them. he’s toying with you, savoring your reaction, and you fall into it so easily.

“ayato...” his name leaves your lips in a breathy whisper.

he groans softly, as if your voice alone undoes him, and then he’s kissing you—slow at first, making sure to savor every press of your lips. but it doesn’t stay that way. his hand slides up your back, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. he tastes of tea and something undeniably him, something you could drown in.

you barely notice the way he guides you toward the bed until the backs of your knees hit the edge. a gasp escapes you as he lowers you onto the sheets, his body covering yours, his lips never leaving your skin. he kisses a slow, burning path down your throat, the heat of his breath making you tremble beneath him.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs against your collarbone. “do you have any idea what you do to me?”

you can only whimper in response, fingers tangling in his silken hair as he continues his way down. every touch, every kiss, is slow, unhurried, worshipful. he’s savoring you, unraveling you piece by piece, until all you can do is sigh his name into the night.

“ayato...” you breathe, wetness pooling low in your new lacy underwear, desperate and needy.

he lifts his head from your skin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “what is it, love? tell me what you want.”

you swallow hard, every nerve ending alive with desire. “i want you... so badly.”

the grin that erupts on his face is devilish, and it sends another wave of heat coursing through you. “then let me give you what you need,” he murmurs, his voice low and inviting.

his hands begin to steadily explore your body, one moving down to cup your breast while the other trails down your abdomen, teasingly grazing over the lace of your lingerie and dipping beneath to explore just above your core. you arch into him, silently begging for more, your body reacting instinctively to his touch.

“archons, you’re perfect,” he whispers, lifting your legs up, revealing more of you to his hungry gaze. he continues to kiss a path down your body, his mouth burning a trail of fire from your tummy to the hem of your lace panties. when he finally reaches your inner thigh, he places kisses there, making your breath hitch in your throat. “mmm, so soft,” he murmurs, his lips almost worshipping the sensitive skin.

“ayato... p-please,” you beg, tone laced with urgency.

he chuckles, enjoying the neediness in your voice. “as you wish, darling.”

his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your panties, and with one swift motion, they’re discarded, leaving you completely bare before him. you can feel the heat radiating from his body, the raw desire palpable.

“ayato...” you breathe again, but he silences you with a deep kiss, sliding his tongue against yours.

and that's when his fingers find your core, teasing at your wetness, circling agonizingly slow. you gasp into his mouth, your body arching instinctively towards him, desperate for more.

his fingers push deeper, finding that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. “archons, you’re so wet for me,” he growls, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze making your heart race.

“only for you,” you manage to whimper out, your breath quickening as he continues to work you, curling his fingers just right.

“that’s it, let me hear you, love,” he urges, his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive nub while his fingers pump in and out of your cunt.

your moans fill the air, mixing with the sound of the waves crashing outside. “a-ayato! yes, just like that. please don’t stop!”

he leans down, kissing along your neck, his breath hot against your ear. “you’re so perfect, so responsive. i want to feel you coming for me.”

his words send you spiraling, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity, making you grasp at the satin sheets below you. “i’m so close... please!”

with a final thrust of his fingers, he expertly flicks your clit, and waves of bliss crash over you, sending you trembling into ecstasy. “ayato!” you cry out, your body shaking beneath him as he guides you through your high, unyielding in his touch.

as you come back to reality, you find him looking down at you with a gaze full of adoration, pride, and desire. “you’re stunning,” he breathes, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye.

“now, my turn to feel you,” you manage to say, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

he chuckles softly, his hands sliding over your body as he lets you work to undress him, revealing the strong form beneath. you pull the shirt off, feeling your cheeks burn as you take in the sight of him—just for you.

“do you like what you see?” he asks, voice teasing.

“a-absolutely,” you reply, flustered as you you take him in. you lean close enough to tease your warm breath against him, your hands exploring the shape of his muscles, the defined planes of his torso. ayato’s breath hitches in his throat, and you can’t help but smile at the effect you have on him.

you kiss your way down his chest, taking your time tasting him. as you kneel before him, you feel the heat radiating off his thick length, already freed from the confines of his underwear, and your mouth waters at the sight. you wrap your hand around him, giving a gentle squeeze, and he groans softly above you, his head tilted back, eyes closing.

“just like that, love,” he encourages. “you have no idea how much i want this.”

with one smooth movement, you take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip, feeling him pulse against your tongue. the taste of him is intoxicating, and you revel in the way he responds to your every caress, his hands finding their way into your hair, guiding you deeper.

“archons, yes,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire. “you’re perfect.”

you take him deeper, feeling him fill you, each thrust of your head drawing out more of his heated groans. you press your tongue against his shaft, sucking harder, and he thrusts into your mouth, losing himself in the pleasure.

“f-fuck, that feels amazing,” he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair as he moves with you, rocking his hips gently.

you moan around him, the vibrations sending him spiraling higher. “just like that, yes,” he murmurs under his breath, losing himself in the moment.

you can feel him nearing the edge, and so you pull away just enough to catch your breath. “i want you to come in my mouth, ayato. please.”

his eyes darken again, desire clear deep within them. “are you sure?”

you nod eagerly, ready to take him fully.

with that, he lets go, thrusting deep into your mouth, filling you completely as his cock hits that sweet spot at the back of your throat. he’s close, so close, and you can feel the tension building within him. “i-i’m going to come—” he warns, his voice strained.

you moan around his lenght to encourage eagerly, ready to taste him.

with a final thrust, he releases himself into your mouth with a low, heated groan, warmth filling you entirely. you swallow him down, savoring every sweet drop, your tongue working, coaxing him through the waves of pleasure, suckling at his tip.

as he pulls back, you lean up to kiss him, sharing the taste of himself, and he moans into your mouth, the intimacy of the moment electric.

“you’re incredible,” he breathes, pulling you into his arms. “now, let me take care of you properly.”

as he lays you back down, you’re consumed with anticipation. you know that the evening is still young, with him promising more pleasure, more intimacy, and a night you’ll both never forget.

“ayato,” you whisper, the candlelight flickering around you, as he positions himself above you.

“happy valentine’s day, my love,” he murmurs, and with that, he takes you whole.

♡ THOMA

the scent of something rich and savory fills the air, a simmering warmth curling through the kitchen. you can hear the quiet sizzle of oil in the pan, the rhythmic sound of a knife against the cutting board, the occasional soft hum of the man standing at the stove.

and archons, what a sight he is.

thoma stands with his back to you, golden skin kissed by freckles and the soft glow of candlelight, his broad shoulders shifting as he works. but it’s not just that. it’s the fact that he’s wearing nothing but an apron, the fabric tied loosely at his back, leaving absolutely everything else bare for your wandering gaze.

you swallow, hard.

“you’re staring.” his voice is all soft as usual, but there’s an unmistakable smirk in it.

“you’re making it impossible not to,” you admit, crossing the space between you.

thoma chuckles, setting down his utensils before turning to face you fully. and archons, it’s worse—better—when you’re standing this close. his skin is flushed from the heat of the stove, golden strands of hair slightly tousled, a bead of sweat trailing down his collarbone. but it’s the way he looks at you, playful yet darkened with something else entirely, that has your breath hitching.

“you know,” he muses, reaching for you, fingers brushing along your wrist before trailing higher, teasing over the bare skin of your arm. “i worked really hard on this dinner for you.”

“i can see that.” you barely hear your own voice over the way your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

thoma hums, tilting his head, eyes flicking down for the briefest moment. then, slowly, deliberately, he takes your hand and places it against his chest. the heat of his skin is searing under your touch, his heart beating steadily beneath your palm.

“but now i’m wondering...” his voice is lower now, rougher. his fingers curl under your chin, guiding your gaze back up to his. “are you even interested in the meal? or something else entirely?”

you barely get the chance to answer before he’s closing the space between you, capturing your lips in a slow, devastating kiss. it’s teasing at first, the press of his mouth soft but lingering, like he wants to take his time with you. but when you sigh against him, fingers curling against his chest, he groans—deep, wanting—and the kiss turns hungry.

his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against him, and oh. the apron is the only thing separating you from feeling every inch of him, and it does little to hide the heat radiating off him, the way his body presses against yours with nothing but the flimsiest barrier between you.

“i should finish cooking,” he murmurs against your lips, though he makes no move to pull away.

“should you?” you run your fingers up his back, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch.

thoma chuckles, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. he lingers there, lips barely brushing against your skin as he whispers, “i’m starting to think you have a different meal in mind.”

your breath catches. "you’re not wrong," you admit, squirming against him, the need coiling low in your stomach.

his laughter is low and utterly sinful, the vibration of it sending shivers through you. he presses one last kiss to your throat before pulling back, eyes dark with heat. “dinner first,” he says, voice full of teasing promise. “then i’ll take my time savoring you.”

and archons, the way he says it—like you’re the dessert, something sweet he can’t wait to devour—makes your legs feel weak. you know he means every word despite the teasing.

“are you really going to make me wait?” you challenge, a playful, but needy smile gracing your lips.

thoma raises an eyebrow, stepping back just slightly to let you take in the sight of him. “if you keep looking at me like that, i might just abandon dinner altogether.”

“consider it a compliment,” you say, voice unsteady. then you boldly pull the apron aside, feeling emboldened by the fiery glint in his eyes. the sight of him, fully exposed and radiating raw desire, makes your breath hitch all over again.

he steps closer, surprised but definitely not displeased by your boldness, and tugs the apron from your hands, tossing it aside. “then let me return the favor.”

before you can react, he’s lowering himself, mouth trailing kisses from your collarbone down to your chest, each touch igniting sparks along your skin. you gasp, arching into him as he moves further down, savoring your curves and sinking into the moment.

“thoma, please...” the words spill forth, a helpless plea as your fingers tangle in his hair.

“patience, love,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “i want to take my time.”

his hands skim down your sides, gently pushing you back against the countertop. the cool wood against your skin contrasts with the heat building within you, and you watch as he kneels before you, his eyes locking onto yours.

“let me show you how much you mean to me,” he promises, his breath warm against your skin as he shuffles closer, his hungry gaze focused on your core.

“oh,” you breathe, anticipation building within you.

he leans in, his tongue flicking out as he makes contact with the apex of your thighs, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he starts teasing you. his tongue dances along your folds, taking his time, every kitten flick deliberate.

“t-thoma!” you moan, squirming closer to him, desperate for more.

“you taste divine,” he murmurs against you, returning to his exploration, fingers digging deeper into your thighs as he pushes you closer to the edge. the sensations are overpowering, waves of pleasure lapping at your senses.

“please, don’t stop,” you implore, hands gripping the edge of the counter, your body responding instinctively to each delightful stroke of his tongue.

he hums in response, sending vibrations rippling through you, further heightening the delicious tension pooling in your belly. keep going, you urge silently, but the way he takes his time, savoring every moment, makes you realize he wants to draw it out.

“thoma, i’m c-close!” you cry out, bucking against his face as he focuses his efforts on that sweet spot driving you wild.

“let go for me, love,” he breathes against your cunt, fingers digging into your flesh as his movements become more insistent. “i want to feel you come.”

with one final swirl of his tongue, pleasure explodes through you in waves of bliss. your body quakes from the intensity, a delicious shudder that runs from your core to your fingertips. “archons, thoma!” you cry, your voice echoing through the kitchen.

he drinks it all in, licking you clean, a proud smile on his lips as he rises back up to meet you. the glow of the candlelight dances in his eyes, and you can see that he’s satisfied—but he’s not done yet.

“m-my turn,” you say breathlessly, feeling a surge of confidence return. you pull him closer, hands roaming over his body, tracing the defined muscles of his back and shoulders.

with a smirk, he lets you push him back until his back meets the wall. you kneel before him, and the way his breath catches is all the encouragement you need.

you grip him firmly, the heat of his length filling your palm, and you lean in, teasing your tongue against the tip. “i want to taste you,” you murmur, looking up at him through your lashes.

thoma’s breath hitches, and his hands grip the edge of the countertop. “you don’t have to—”

“i want to,” you insist, then take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him.

“fuck!” he groans, his knees nearly buckling at the sensation. you look up at him, watching the way his expression shifts from playful to something almost sinful.

you take him deeper, letting him slide along your tongue as you pull back slightly, creating a delicious tension. time feels like it slows as you lose yourself in the act, breathing him in, hearing the way he breathes your name like a prayer.

“just like that... archons, you’re perfect,” he gasps, pushing further into you, a hand tangling in your hair as you bounce up and down, taking him deeper and deeper.

“thoma, i want you to come in my mouth,” you say, the words muffled but clear enough as you press kisses along his thick lenght. you also want to feel him inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. but for now, you want to savor this moment.

the pleasure on his face, the way he gasps your name, only pushes you faster, more insistent. “yes,” he hissed, his voice thick with lust. “just like that.”

with every thrust, you suck and lick around him, coaxing him closer to the precipice. “i-i’m going to—” he warns, and that only spurs you on more.

“come for me,” you purr against his cock, “i wanna taste you.” and that does it for him as he lets out a cry and spills into your mouth, warm, thick liquid flooding your mouth. you swallow every drop, savoring him, and watching as his face flushes and his breath falters.

when he finally pulls out, you wipe your mouth, grinning at him, mildly proud of the way his legs seem to tremble.

“you’re insatiable,” he says, panting softly, admiration and desire evident in his gaze.

“i think you love it,” you tease, kissing your way back up his body, reclaiming his lips with passion.

“i do,” he replies, kissing you back, cradling your face in his hands.

“now, it’s definitely time to finish dinner,” he says, pulling away with a satisfied grin. the mischievous glint in his eyes makes your heart race. “after all that, i don’t want it to go cold.”

♡ DILUC

the warmth of the sun barely filters through the curtains, casting soft golden hues over the room. the world outside is just beginning to stir, but here, wrapped in the cocoon of diluc’s arms, time stretches slow and unhurried. it’s been too long since you’ve had a morning like this—just the two of you, tangled in the sheets, no duties to pull him away before dawn. and now, with the rare luxury of uninterrupted time, you have no intention of wasting a second of it.

a deep hum rumbles against your skin as diluc shifts beside you, his grip tightening around you, pulling you impossibly closer. his chest is bare, warm and solid against you, his body heat seeping into your own. one of his hands now rests low on your back, fingers tracing absent patterns over the curve of your waist, while the other goes to cup your cheek, tilting your face up so he can see you properly.

“good morning,” he murmurs, voice still heavy with sleep, rich and slow like honey.

you smile, brushing a stray strand of crimson hair from his face. “it really is.”

he huffs a quiet laugh, his lips ghosting over your forehead before trailing down, pressing slow, lingering kisses to your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth. “it’s been too long since i’ve woken up like this.” his voice is lower now, a confession wrapped in longing.

your fingers graze over his shoulder, feeling the tension still lingering beneath his skin. even now, on his day off, duty lingers like a shadow at the edge of his thoughts. but not today.

you press your lips to his jaw, soft but insistent. “stop thinking, luc” you whisper, letting your mouth wander lower, along the column of his throat. “just feel.”

a sharp inhale. his fingers dig into your waist as if steadying himself, a quiet shudder running through him as your lips graze the sensitive spot just beneath his ear.

“you always say things like that,” he murmurs, and there’s a rare, breathless chuckle in his voice. “and then you expect me to have self-control.”

you grin against his skin. “i never said anything about self-control.”

that does it.

before you can react, diluc flips you onto your back, his weight pressing deliciously over you. the look in his eyes—burning, intent, utterly unguarded—makes heat bloom deep in your stomach.

“you’re trouble,” he says, though the way he leans down, brushing his lips over yours, betrays just how little he minds.

“and you love it.”

his quiet groan is swallowed by the kiss that follows, slow and deep, his lips moving against yours with an almost desperate kind of devotion. his hand slides under the sheets, fingers exploring down a familiar path, as if trying to make up for all the recent nights he’s spent away. and when he whispers your name against your lips, worshipful, you know he means it. he’s making up for lost time. and neither of you will be leaving this bed anytime soon.

diluc’s hands roam over your body, the tips of his fingers tracing the curve of your breast, circling your nipple until it hardens under his touch. you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

“diluc...” you whisper, your voice already breathless.

he smiles against your skin, his lips trailing down to capture your nipple, sucking gently before moving to the other. each flick of his tongue sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you squirm beneath him.

“mmh, you taste so good,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your skin. “i could spend all day just like this.”

you thread your fingers through his hair, holding him close. “i wouldn’t mind that at all.”

his hand slides lower, over your stomach, and down to the apex of your thighs. he cups you gently, his fingers pressing against your most sensitive spot through the thin fabric of your underwear. you gasp, your hips bucking against his hand.

“so eager,” he teases, his breath hot against your ear. “i love how responsive you are.”

you can only nod, your breath coming in short pants as he continues to tease you. he slips his fingers beneath the fabric, finding your slick folds. a low groan escapes him as he feels how wet you are.

“always so ready for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

he slides a finger inside you, and you moan, your body clenching around him. soon enough, he adds another one, stretching you, preparing you for what’s to come. his thumb circles your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you see stars.

“diluc, please...” you beg, your voice barely a whisper.

he looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust. “please what?” he asks, his voice a low growl.

“i need you i-inside me,” you manage to say, your body aching with need.

he smiles, a slow, wicked smile that promises so much more. “your wish is my command.”

he pats your cunt before he shifts, positioning himself between your legs. you can feel the hard length of him pressing against your entrance, and you spread your legs wider, inviting him in. he enters you slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. you moan, your body stretching to accommodate him.

“you feel so good,” he groans, his voice strained with effort. “so tight.”

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “m-more,” you beg. “i need more.”

he begins to move, his hips thrusting against yours in a steady rhythm. each stroke hits that perfect spot inside you, making you gasp and moan. you cling to him, your nails digging into his back as he picks up the pace.

“yes, just like that,” you cry out, your body meeting his thrust for thrust.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. his tongue mimics the movements of his hips, driving you wild with desire. you can feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“l-luc, i’m close,” you pant, your body trembling with the effort of holding back.

he looks down at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. “let go,” he whispers. “i want to feel you come around me.”

his words are your undoing. you cry out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. he continues to thrust, drawing out your orgasm until you’re a trembling mess beneath him.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “you’re so beautiful when you come.”

he slows his pace, giving you a moment to catch your breath. but he’s not done with you yet. he flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so you’re on your knees. you look back at him over your shoulder, a wicked smile on your lips.

“again?” you ask, your voice teasing, but nervous.

he grins, his hands gripping your hips. “again,” he confirms, his voice a low growl.

he enters you from behind, his hips slapping against yours with each thrust. the angle is different, his cock hitting new spots inside you that make you gasp and moan. you brace yourself against the headboard, pushing back against him to meet his thrusts.

“yes, yes, yes,” you chant, your body already building towards another orgasm.

he leans over you, his chest pressing against your back. his hand snakes around to cup your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple. you cry out, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.

“you like that?” he asks, his voice a low rumble in your ear.

“yes,” you gasp. “d-don’t stop.”

he doesn’t. he continues to thrust, his hand moving from your breast to your clit, circling the sensitive bud in time with his movements. you can feel yourself getting closer, your body tensing with each stroke.

“come for me,” he growls, his voice commanding. “squeeze my cock, just like that.”

you do, your body convulsing as another orgasm rips through you. he continues to thrust, drawing out your pleasure until you’re a trembling, sweaty mess beneath him.

“diluc,” you pant, your voice barely a whisper. “i can’t... i can’t take anymore.”

he slows his pace, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. “just one more,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need, almost begging. “i want to come inside you.”

and who are you to deny that? you nod, your body already responding to his words. he flips you onto your back again, his eyes locked on yours as he enters you one last time. his movements are slow and deliberate, each thrust filled with love and desire.

“you’re mine,” he whispers, his voice a low growl. “only mine.”

“yes,” you agree, your voice breathless. “only yours.”

he leans down, capturing your lips. his body tenses, and you can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you with his warm seed. you wrap your legs around him, holding him close as he rides out his orgasm.

“i love you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “so much.”

“i love you too,” you whisper, your heart swelling with love.

he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. you snuggle against him, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasms. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his arms tightening around you.

“thank you,” he murmurs, his voice soft. “for giving me this. for giving me you.”

you smile, your heart filled with love and contentment. “always,” you whisper. “always for you.”

♡ WRIOTHESLEY

wriothesley looks up from his desk when the scent of fresh roses overtakes the usual cold steel and parchment of his office. he blinks, surprised, as you step inside, holding a bouquet wrapped in soft ribbon, the red petals vivid against the stark walls of the fortress.

“what’s this?” his voice is low, gruff from hours of work, but there’s something else there—something softer beneath the rough edges.

you smile, placing the flowers down beside the scattered paperwork. “a valentine’s gift.”

for a moment, he just stares. like the idea of someone bringing *him* flowers is foreign, something distant and unattainable.

then, slowly, he exhales a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he leans back in his chair. “you know, most people wouldn’t bring flowers to a prison.”

“clearly i’m not most people,” you tease, stepping closer.

“no,” he murmurs, watching you with that piercing gaze of his. “you’re not.”

you reach for him, fingers tracing the scar along his knuckles, feeling the tension coiled beneath his skin. even on today of all days, he won’t rest, won’t let himself have something as simple as an afternoon away.

but if he won’t leave work, then you’ll bring something sweeter to his prison of duty.

“you don’t know how to be taken care of, do you?” you whisper, tilting his chin up with your fingers.

his breath hitches, just barely, but you catch it. a flicker of something vulnerable, something unguarded, before he lets out a low, amused hum.

“you’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice dark with something heavier than amusement.

“am i?” your hands slide over his shoulders, pressing against the firm muscle beneath his coat. “you work too much. someone has to remind you that there are better ways to spend today.”

wriothesley exhales sharply, his hands finding your waist, grip firm and needy as he pulls you down onto his lap. the shift in position presses you close, his warmth seeping into you through the layers of your clothing.

“better ways, huh?” he smirks, though there’s heat simmering behind his eyes. he tilts his head, lips brushing just below your ear as he murmurs, “then why don’t you show me?”

the words send a shiver down your spine. “i plan to.”

his hands tighten around you as he captures your lips in a slow, consuming kiss, one that leaves no room for hesitation. it’s deep and unhurried, as if he’s finally allowing himself to indulge, to take instead of always giving.

the bouquet lies forgotten on the desk, petals trembling with each movement, the scent of roses mingling with the taste of him, heady and intoxicating.

and as his hands slide lower, gripping your hips with a quiet groan, you pull back slightly. your breath mingling with his, you whisper, “let me take care of you.”

his eyes darken, and he nods, a silent agreement that sends a thrill through you. you stand up, your hands never leaving his body, and begin to unbutton his shirt. each button reveals more of his taut, scarred skin, and you can’t help but trace the lines with your fingertips, feeling the history etched into his flesh.

wriothesley watches you, his breath growing heavier with each touch. when his shirt is fully open, you lean down and press a soft kiss to his chest, right above his heart. he shudders, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

you smile against his skin, your hands moving to his belt. “that’s the point,” you tease, unbuckling it slowly. you can feel his heartbeat quicken under your lips, and it sends a rush through you, heat polling in your underwear.

as you unzip his pants, he lifts his hips to help you slide them down, along with his boxers. his erection springs free, hitting his stomach hard and ready, and you take a moment to admire him, your breath hitching at the sight.

“like what you see?” he asks, a hint of playfulness in his voice despite the tension in his body.

“very much,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. you wrap both your hand around him, feeling his heat and hardness, and he lets out a low groan, his head falling back against the chair.

you stroke him slowly, your thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the bead of precum that’s gathered there. wriothesley’s hips buck slightly, his breath coming in short gasps.

“feels so good,” he murmurs, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation.

you lean down, your breath hot against his ear. “just wait,” you whisper, before sinking to your knees in front of him.

his eyes fly open, and he looks down at you, his gaze intense and hungry. you hold his stare as you lean forward, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. he groans, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

finally, you take his cock into your mouth, inch by inch, your tongue swirling around him. he tastes salty and masculine, and you can’t get enough. you moan softly, the vibration making him jerk in your mouth.

“f-fuck,” he breathes out, his hips lifting slightly, seeking more.

you oblige, of course, taking him deeper, your hands gripping his thighs for support. you can feel the muscles trembling under your touch, and it spurs you on. you bob your head, your mouth and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild.

wriothesley’s hands find their way into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, guiding you but not forcing. his grunts fill the room, sounds of pleasure that have you aching with need.

you pull back slightly to catch your breath, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly from the effort, but the sight of him—head thrown back, mouth open in ecstasy—makes it all worth it.

“don’t stop,” he pleads, his voice hoarse with desire. “p-please, don’t stop.”

you have no intention of stopping. you redouble your efforts, your head bobbing faster, your hand stroking harder. you can feel his cock swelling in your mouth, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“i’m close,” he warns, his voice strained. “so close.”

you moan in encouragement, your free hand cupping his balls, massaging them gently. it’s enough to send him over the edge. with a deep groan, he comes, his body shaking with the force of his release. you swallow every drop, your mouth and tongue gentle now, coaxing him down from his high.

when he finally stills, you pull back, your lips swollen. you look up at him, a soft smile on your face, and he looks back at you, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and wonder.

“come here,” he murmurs, pulling you up onto his lap. you go willingly, straddling him, your arms wrapping around his neck. he kisses you deeply, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting himself on you.

“that was...” he trails off, shaking his head slightly. “incredible.”

you smile, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “i’m glad you think so.”

he chuckles, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. “i more than think so, sweetheart. i know so.”

you lean your forehead against his, your eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. the scent of roses still lingers in the air, mixing with the musk of sex and the warmth of his body. it’s a heady combination, one that makes you feel both relaxed and exhilarated.

“you know,” you say softly, “this is the first time i’ve seen you truly relax.”

he opens his eyes, looking into yours. “that’s because you make me feel safe,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “safe enough to let go.”

your heart swells at his words, and you kiss him softly, pouring all your feelings into it. he responds in kind, his arms tightening around you, holding you close.

when you pull back, you can see the desire sparking in his eyes again, and you grin, feeling a rush of anticipation.

“ready for round two?” you ask, your voice teasing.

he smirks, his hands sliding down to cup your ass. “with you? always.”

and with that, he stands up, lifting you with him, and sitting you down on his desk, sweeping the papers and the bouquet aside with one arm. he sets you down on the edge, his body pressing against yours, and you can feel his hardness growing again, pressing against your core.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he captures your mouth in another searing kiss. his hands roam over your body, touching, teasing, driving you wild with need.

you break away from his kiss, your breath coming in short gasps. “archons, wrio, i need you,” you plead, your voice desperate. “now.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. he unbuttons your pants, sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. you kick them off, your heart pounding with anticipation. he steps back slightly, his eyes raking over your body, and you can see the hunger in his gaze.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

you smile, your cheeks flushing slightly at his words. “and you’re still wearing too many clothes,” you tease, reaching for his open shirt.

he chuckles, shrugging it off quickly, followed by fully stripping himself of his boxers. then he’s standing before you, gloriously naked, his body a map of scars and muscles that tell a story of their own.

you reach for him, your hands tracing the lines of his body, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingertips. he shudders at your touch, his eyes closing briefly, before opening again, filled with a fierce intensity.

he steps closer, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them wider. you can feel his cock pressing against your entrance, hot and hard, and you let out a soft moan, your body aching with need.

“please,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

he leans down, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes locked on yours. “please what?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

you swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “please fuck me,” you beg, your voice desperate.

a slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, and he captures your mouth in another deep kiss. at the same time, he thrusts into you, filling you completely. you gasp into his mouth, your body arching against his, your nails digging into his shoulders.

he starts to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. each stroke hits deep, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. you moan, your head falling back, your eyes closed, lost in the sensation.

“look at me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire.

you force your eyes open, meeting his gaze. the intensity in his eyes takes your breath away, and you can’t look away, even as his thrusts grow harder, faster, driving you higher and higher.

“you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “so tight, so wet.”

you can only moan in response, your body trembling with each thrust. you can feel your orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in your core.

“come for me,” he urges, his voice a low growl. “let me feel you come around my cock.”

his words send you over the edge. with a cry, you come, your body convulsing around him, your nails digging into his skin. he groans, his hips jerking as he finds his own release, his cock pulsing inside you.

you collapse against each other, your breaths coming in short gasps, your bodies slick with sweat. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, his face buried in your neck.

“that was...” you trail off, shaking your head slightly. “incredible.”

he chuckles, his breath hot against your skin. “i could say the same thing,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

you smile, your eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. the scent of roses still lingers in the air, mixing with the musk of sex and the warmth of his body. the conbination makes your head feel dizzy.

after a few moments, he pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “thank you,” he says softly. “for reminding me that there’s more to life than just work.”

you cup his cheek, your thumb brushing gently against his skin. “anytime,” you reply, your voice just as soft. “that’s what i’m here for.”

he smiles, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “i’m glad you are,” he says, before capturing your mouth in another soft, lingering kiss.

as you pull away, you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. this is what you wanted—to remind him that he deserves to be taken care of, to show him that there’s more to life than just duty and responsibility. and as you look into his eyes, you know that you’ve succeeded.

♡ KAZUHA

the evening air is cool, tinged with the scent of cherry blossoms and the distant salt of the sea. lanterns glow softly along the park’s winding path, casting pools of golden light where couples linger—whispers of laughter, the quiet rustle of silk sleeves brushing together.

but kazuha’s attention is solely on you.

he leans in, voice no louder than a breath, “you’re trembling.”

you swallow, heat pooling in your stomach at the realization—it’s not from the cold.

kazuha sits behind you on the secluded bench, his arms loose but firm around your waist, fingers tracing the edge of your sleeve with a slowness that makes your breath hitch. his lips hover near your ear, warm and teasing, sending shivers down your spine with each whispered word.

“you’re always so bold,” he muses, fingers slipping just beneath the hem of your coat, just enough for his knuckles to graze the bare skin of your thigh. “and yet now, you’re shaking.”

you shift in his lap, an attempt at feigning control, but it only makes things worse—the solid press of his body against yours, the way his grip tightens, the quiet sigh he exhales, hot against your neck.

“people could see,” you whisper, barely audible.

kazuha chuckles, low and utterly sinful. “then you’ll just have to be quiet, won’t you?”

a gasp catches in your throat as his lips brush the shell of your ear, soft and fleeting, before trailing lower, ghosting along the curve of your neck. his hands trace along your hips, fingers pressing, teasing, before pulling you just a little closer, just enough to make your pulse stutter.

your fingers dig into his thighs, a silent plea, a warning—one he pointedly ignores.

“kazuha—”

“shh,” he soothes, lips barely touching your skin as he whispers, “wouldn’t want to alert the others now, would we?”

the distant murmur of another couple drifts through the night, oblivious, and the thought sends a thrill through you—this dangerous, delicate game of restraint, the need threatening to spill over.

kazuha hums, pleased by the way your breath hitches, by the way your body responds to his touch even as you try to stay composed. his voice is soft and teasing as he nips lightly at your pulse.

“such a shame,” he muses, fingers curling just beneath your chin, tilting your face towards him. “if only we were somewhere more private… i wouldn’t have to hold back.”

his lips press against yours, slow and deep, stealing the breath right from your lungs. and as his hands tighten, as heat coils and tension hums between you, you realize one thing:

you’re losing this game.

and you don’t mind one bit.

kazuha’s fingers trace a path up your thigh, his touch light but deliberate, sending waves of anticipation through you. you can feel the heat of his body, the steady rhythm of his breath against your neck, and you squeeze your eyes tightly as you try and keep yourself from moaning out loud.

“k-kazu,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, “we shouldn’t—”

“shouldn’t what?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “shouldn’t enjoy this moment? shouldn’t let ourselves get carried away?”

his hand moves higher, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you bite your lip, trying to suppress a gasp, but it escapes anyway, a soft, desperate sound that makes kazuha smile against your skin.

“you’re so responsive,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “it’s intoxicating.”

you shift in his lap, trying to ease the ache building between your legs, but the movement only presses you closer to him, making the situation worse. kazuha’s grip on your waist tightens, holding you still as his other hand continues its torturous exploration.

“p-please,” you beg, not even sure what you’re asking for. more? less? something to ease the tension coiling inside you?

kazuha’s fingers finally reach their destination, brushing lightly over the fabric of your lacy underwear. you let out a shaky breath, your body tensing in anticipation. he teases you, his touch feather-light, barely there, before finally pressing more firmly, eliciting a moan from you.

“shh,” he reminds you, his voice a soft whisper. “remember, we have to be quiet.”

you nod, biting your lip to keep from making any more noise. kazuha’s fingers move in slow, deliberate circles over your clit, the pressure building with each touch. you can feel the heat pooling in your lower abdomen, squeezing your thighs aroud his hand.

“you’re so wet,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “so ready for me.”

you whimper, unable to form words, as his fingers slip beneath the fabric, finally touching you skin to skin. the sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through you. you grip his legs tightly, your nails digging into the fabric of his pants.

kazuha’s fingers move expertly, knowing exactly how to touch you, how to build the pleasure in your cunt higher and higher. you can feel your body tensing, the pressure building to an almost unbearable level.

“ahh, kazu,” you gasp, his name a plea on your lips. “i’m close—”

“i know,” he says, his voice a soft rumble. “i know, just let go. i’ve got you.”

and with those words, you do. the tension snaps, pleasure washing over you in waves. you bite down on your lip, trying to keep the sounds of your release quiet, but a soft moan escapes nonetheless. kazuha’s grip on you tightens, holding you close as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

as you come down from the high, kazuha’s touch softens, his fingers gently stroking you, bringing you back to earth. you lean back against him, your body limp and sated. he presses a soft kiss to your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“you’re so beautiful when you let go,” he murmurs, his voice a soft whisper.

you turn your head, capturing his lips in a slow, languid kiss. you can taste the cherry blossoms on his lips, the sweetness of the night air. as you pull away, you smile, a soft, contented smile.

“your turn,” you say, your voice a soft purr.

kazuha raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “oh, really?”

you nod, a glint in your eyes. “really.”

you shift in his lap, turning to face him. your hands slide up his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. kazuha watches you, his eyes dark with desire, as you begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his smooth, tanned skin.

“you’re playing with fire,” he warns, his voice a low growl.

you smile, your fingers tracing the lines of his abs. “i think i like the heat.”

kazuha’s breath hitches as your fingers dip lower, tracing the waistband of his pants. you can feel the hard length of him pressing against the fabric, and you smile, knowing you’re affecting him just as much as he affected you.

you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as your hand slips beneath the waistband, finally wrapping around him. kazuha groans, the sound low and deep, sending a thrill through you. you stroke him slowly, your grip firm but gentle, drawing out another groan from him.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.

you smile against his lips, your hand moving faster, your grip tightening. kazuha’s breath comes in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing beneath your touch. you can feel the pleasure building in him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“let go,” you whisper, your voice a soft command. “let go for me, kazu.”

and with those words, he does. his body tenses, a low moan escaping his lips as he finds his release. you stroke him through it, your touch gentle but firm, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

as he comes down from the high, you slow your movements, your touch softening. kazuha leans his forehead against yours, his breath coming in slow, steady gasps. you smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“you’re incredible,” he murmurs in a soft whisper.

you smile, your fingers tracing the lines of his face. “so are you.”

and as you sit there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you know that this night is far from over.

♡ ALBEDO

the candlelight flickers, casting golden hues across the atelier. the scent of oil paints lingers in the air, mingling with something sweeter—the quiet intimacy of being seen.

albedo’s brush glides over the canvas, deliberate, precise, but his gaze… his gaze lingers elsewhere. on you.

you shift beneath his stare, warmth blooming under your skin despite the cool air brushing over your bare body. the silk draped beneath you does little to preserve modesty, pooling around your waist in a way that only enhances the vulnerability of the moment.

his voice is soft, thoughtful. “you’re tense.”

your fingers clutch the fabric at your side. “maybe because you’re staring.”

he chuckles, quiet but indulgent, setting the brush aside. “you wanted me to paint you, love,” he murmurs, standing. the soft creak of the stool, the quiet shuffle of movement and it all feels too slow, too deliberate. “should i not admire my muse?”

you exhale, intending to form some retort, but the words never come—not when he moves closer, not when his gloved fingers trace the edge of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.

not when his other hand ghosts over your collarbone, barely there, yet setting every nerve on fire.

the touch is light at first, a study in patience, in restraint. his fingers trail lower, over your arm, down your ribs, mapping the curves he had so carefully sketched onto the canvas.

then lower.

your breath stutters. “albedo-”

he hums in acknowledgment, but his hand doesn’t stop. it glides, slow and knowing, pressing into the softness of your thigh. “fascinating,” he muses, thumb sweeping along your skin in a way that makes your pulse quicken. “i wonder… how much of this warmth is due to embarrassment, and how much is something else?”

you shiver, heat pooling low in your stomach. “you’re awfully talkative.”

his smirk is barely there, but the shift in his demeanor is undeniable—this is no longer about art.

“am i?” he leans in, lips brushing over your shoulder in the lightest of touches before trailing up, up, until his breath fans against the shell of your ear. “then perhaps i should put my mouth to better use.”

a challenge. a promise.

his lips capture yours before you can answer, the warmth of him a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. his hands find your waist, pulling you close, letting you feel the way tension coils beneath his calm exterior, the way his self-control wavers when it comes to his lover.

the painting lies forgotten on the easel, the brushes untouched.

because tonight, he’ll be studying you.

his kiss deepens, tongue sweeping against yours in a dance that leaves you breathless. you can feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles tense under your touch as you reach up, fingers tangling in his hair. he groans softly, the sound vibrating against your lips, and you can't help but smile, knowing the effect you have on him.

"you're enjoying this," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. his are dark with desire, pupils blown wide.

"maybe," you mumrur, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. "or maybe i just like seeing you lose control."

he raises an eyebrow, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "is that so?" his hands slide down to your hips, gripping tightly before lifting you effortlessly onto the chaise lounge tucked in the corner of the studio. you let out a surprised gasp, but he just smiles, kneeling before you.

"then let's see how much control i can make you lose," he says, voice low and husky. his hands push your thighs apart, exposing you to the cool air and his heated gaze. you shiver, but not from the cold.

he leans in, breath hot against your most intimate place. you squirm, anticipation building, but he takes his time, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, making you wait. making you want.

"a-albedo," you moan in a plea. he looks up at you, eyes locked onto yours as he finally, finally, puts his mouth to better use.

the first touch of his tongue is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. he starts slow, exploring and tasting your cunt, each flick and swirl sending waves of sensation crashing over you. your hands find his hair again, gripping tightly as you try to steady yourself.

he hums against your hole, the vibration adding to the sensations overwhelming you. your breath comes in short gasps, punctuated by moans that fill the quiet of the studio. there's nothing but this—his mouth on you, your body responding to his every touch.

"you taste incredible," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in like a starving man. his hands grip your thighs tighter, holding you open for him as he devours you. it's too much, not enough, all at once.

"b-bedo," you gasp, tension coiling tight in your belly. "i'm close."

he growls, the sound vibrating against you, pushing you even closer to the edge. his tongue flicks faster, zeroing in on the spot that makes your body sing. one hand leaves your thigh, two fingers sliding into you easily, filling you, stretching you.

it's too much. it's perfect. it's everything.

you come undone with a cry, body arching off the chaise as pleasure crashes over you. he stays with you, tongue gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last wave of your orgasm until you collapse back onto the chaise, boneless and sated.

he presses one last soft kiss to your thigh before standing, looming over you with a satisfied smirk. "well," he says, voice gentle, "that was quite the study in desire."

you laugh, breathless and content. "come here," you say, reaching for him. he comes willingly, stretching out beside you on the chaise, pulling you into his arms. you can feel the hard length of him pressed against your hip, but he makes no move to rush, content to hold you, to kiss you softly, to let you set the pace.

"thank you," you murmur, tracing patterns on his chest with your fingertips. "for the painting. for... this."

♡ ALHAITHAM

“you’re aware this holiday is nothing more than a commercial ploy, aren’t you?”

alhaitham barely glances up from his book, his voice calm and utterly uninterested. you’re curled up beside him on the couch, yet there’s a noticeable distance—one you fully intend to close.

you sigh dramatically, stretching just enough to press against his side. “so cynical,” you murmur, dragging a slow finger down his arm, tracing the muscle beneath his loose sleeve. “you say that, but you still agreed to spend the evening with me.”

“i spend most of my evenings with you.” he doesn’t react, but you catch the way his fingers twitch slightly against the page. “i fail to see how today is any different.”

you hum, shifting to straddle his lap, effectively cutting off any further argument. his breath hitches. not enough for most to notice, but you do.

“let me show you, then.”

his book is forgotten the moment your lips brush against his neck.

there’s the briefest pause, a moment where you think he might scoff, might dismiss you entirely. but then his hands find your waist, his grip firm and grounding.

“is this your attempt at persuasion?” his voice is quieter now, edged with something deeper, something intrigued.

you press a kiss just beneath his jaw, savoring the way his pulse jumps. “is it working?”

a sharp exhale. his grip tightens.

“you’re insufferable,” he mutters, though there’s no real bite to it. if anything, the way his fingers slide down your spine tells you he’s enjoying this.

good.

you smile, tilting his chin up until he’s looking at you, emerald eyes dark with something unreadable. “then stop thinking so much and enjoy the moment.”

there’s a beat of silence. then he pulls you down into a kiss, slow and consuming, one that makes heat pool low in your abdomen.

it’s rare for him to be this receptive, to let go of logic and indulge in something as fleeting as romance. but tonight, his lips are insistent, his hands impatient as they slide beneath the fabric of your shirt, fingers pressing and grasping.

he breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against your lips, “you’re ridiculous.”

you grin. “and yet, you’re still holding me like you don’t want me to leave.”

a quiet chuckle, a rare thing, before he flips you beneath him, caging you between warmth and muscle, the weight of his body pressing you into the couch.

“fine,” he concedes, voice lower now, rougher. “convince me.”

and judging by the way he kisses you again—hungry, unrestrained—you think you already have.

his hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and line as if he’s memorizing you. you arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. he swallows the sound with another deep kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, claiming you.

“haitham,” you whisper, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. his name on your lips seems to ignite something within him, and he trails kisses down your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“you taste so good,” he murmurs, his lips moving lower, tracing the collarbone. his hands slip under your shirt, pushing it up and over your head. you shiver as the cool air hits your skin, but his warmth quickly envelops you again.

he takes a moment to admire you, his eyes dark with desire. “beautiful,” he says softly, before dipping his head to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. you gasp, your back arching off the couch as he sucks and nips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

your hands find his shoulders, gripping tightly as he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and sharp bites. you can feel his hardness pressing against you, and you moan softly, your hips grinding against him. he breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps.

“you’re insatiable,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck. you tilt your head back, giving him better access.

“only for you,” you reply, your voice breathy and desperate. he chuckles, his hands sliding down your body, exploring every curve and line.

you push him back against the couch, straddling his lap. he looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. you lean down to nip at his neck.

“i want to taste you,” you murmur against the shell of his ear. he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“you don’t have to,” he says, his voice strained. you smile, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

“i want to,” you insist, your voice soft but firm. he nods, his breath hitching as you begin to trail kisses down his chest.

you take your time, exploring every inch of him with your lips and tongue. he moans softly, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you lower.

you reach the waistband of his boxers, and you look up at him, a wicked smile on your lips. he watches you, his eyes dark with anticipation. you hook your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing his hard length.

you wrap your hand around him, and he hisses in pleasure. you stroke him slowly, your eyes locked on his, watching every reaction, every twitch of his muscles.

“you’re teasing me,” he accuses, his voice rough with desire. you smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock.

“maybe a little,” you admit, your tongue flicking out to taste him. he groans, his hips bucking slightly.

you take him into your mouth, inch by inch, your tongue swirling around him. he moans loudly, his hands gripping your hair tightly. you begin to move, your head bobbing up and down, taking him deeper with each pass.

“archons, you feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice strained. you hum in agreement, the vibration sending a shiver through him.

you pick up the pace, your hand working in time with your mouth. he’s moaning loudly now, his hips moving in time with you, his breath coming in short gasps.

“i’m close,” he warns, his voice strained. you don’t stop, your movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

he comes with a loud groan, his body tensing as he finds his release. you swallow every drop, your mouth continuing to move on him until he’s spent.

you pull away slowly, a satisfied smile on your lips. he looks down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“come here,” he murmurs and reaches for you, pulling you up to kiss you sloppily again, tasting himself on your lips.

“i want you inside me,” you whisper against his mouth. he groans, his body pressing against yours, his hardness evident through his pants.

“are you sure?” he asks, his voice strained. you nod, your hands moving to his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. he kicks them off, his boxers following quickly.

you take a moment to admire him, his body lean and muscular, his cock hard and ready. you reach out, wrapping your hand around him once more, and he hisses in pleasure.

“condom,” he manages to say, reaching for his pants and pulling one out of his wallet. you take it from him, tearing it open and rolling it onto him, your hands lingering on his length.

he settles between your legs, his cock poised at your entrance. he looks into your eyes, a silent question. you nod, your hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer.

he slides into you slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. you both moan, the sensation overwhelming. he stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to him, before beginning to move.

his thrusts are slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through you. you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper, urging him faster. he complies, his hips moving quicker, his breath coming in short gasps.

“you feel so good,” he murmurs, his lips finding yours in a heated kiss. you moan into his mouth, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure builds again.

he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he continues to thrust into you. “i want you to come with me,” he says, his voice strained. you nod, your body already on the edge.

he reaches between you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. the dual sensation is too much, and you cry out, your body convulsing around him as you come.

he follows quickly, his body tensing as he finds his own release. he collapses on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat.

you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both come down from the high. he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“you’re right,” he murmurs, his voice soft and sleepy. “this is different.”

you smile, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. “told you so.”

as you both lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, alhaitham can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, there’s something to this romance thing after all. and maybe, just maybe, valentine’s day isn’t so bad.

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Diluc had told you—warned you—not to call him that.

And yet, you kept doing it.

At first, it was innocent—shy, polite, the way you always murmured “Yes, sir” whenever he gave you a simple request, your eyes downcast, voice barely above a whisper. He had corrected you gently the first time.

“Just Diluc is fine.”

But you never stopped.

And worse? It was getting more deliberate. The way you’d bite your lip before saying it, the way your breath hitched, the way your fingers fidgeted with your skirt when you whispered it like you knew what it did to him.

Like you knew the way it made his cock throb in his trousers.

So now? Now, he had you pinned—your soft, pliant body bent over the grand mahogany desk in the Dawn Winery’s office, your wrists bound behind your back with his own cravat, your breath hitching with every slow, teasing drag of his gloved fingers over your trembling thighs.

“You really don’t listen, do you?” Diluc’s voice was low, controlled, but there was a dangerous edge to it, heat coiling beneath every syllable.

You swallowed hard, squirming slightly, your hips shifting as if trying to escape the weight of his presence behind you. “I—”

A sharp smack landed on your ass, his gloved palm striking against the soft flesh, making you yelp.

“Ah-ah,” he murmured, his voice deceptively calm. “Answer me properly.”

You shivered, your breath catching in your throat, your fingers curling helplessly behind your back. “…N-No, sir—”

Smack.

“Tch.” Diluc clicked his tongue, his other hand pressing down between your shoulder blades, keeping you firmly in place. “There you go again.”

You whimpered, your thighs trembling, heat pooling in your stomach as your mind swam with the discipline in his voice, the way his fingers dug into your waist, his grip unrelenting.

“You just like pushing me, don’t you?” he mused, his voice thick with something dark, something possessive. “You know how much I hate being called that, and yet…”

He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear, his tone dropping into something low, gravelly.

“It makes my cock hard every time you say it.”

Your entire body shuddered, a soft, breathy moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

Diluc chuckled—a low, dangerous sound.

“I should ruin you for it,” he murmured, his gloved fingers sliding lower, pressing right against your soaked, aching core. “Should fuck you so hard you forget how to speak at all.”

His fingers teased you, featherlight strokes against your slick folds, his other hand gripping your waist tighter, controlling every tiny movement you made.

“And yet,” he sighed, almost disappointed, “you’d still find a way to moan it, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded frantically, your thighs squeezing together, your voice breathless, needy, utterly wrecked. “Y-Yes, sir—”

Smack.

This time, when his hand landed, it wasn’t just punishment. It was a promise.

His grip on your throat tightened just slightly, his gloved fingers pressing against your pulse, feeling the way your heartbeat raced under his touch. “Count,” he commanded, his voice sharp, low, his cock pressing hard against your soaked entrance, teasing, taunting.

Your breath hitched, your entire body shuddering in anticipation. “W-What?”

Diluc snarled.

“Count how many times I make you cum,” he growled, his patience wearing thin, his hips rolling against you, coating his cock in your slick without giving you the relief you desperately needed. “Maybe if you hit ten, I’ll consider stopping.”

Your eyes widened, a shuddering whimper slipping past your lips. “T-Ten?”

A dark, amused chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Maybe more, if you’re good.”

And then, without another word, he thrust.

You screamed, your wrists jerking in the silken restraints as his thick cock split you open, stretching you perfectly, hitting so fucking deep on the first stroke that your knees nearly buckled beneath you.

“That’s one,” Diluc murmured, his tone darkly amused, as if he knew you were already gone, already trembling, already losing yourself completely in the way he filled you, ruined you.

Your mouth hung open, panting, your fingers curling into helpless fists behind your back as he set the pace, his thrusts brutal, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to make the heavy oak desk beneath you creak.

“F-Fuck—Diluc—”

Smack.

His palm landed on your ass again, hard, his cock twitching inside you at the way your walls fluttered around him. “Try again,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear, his pace never faltering.

“S-Sir—” you sobbed, unable to help yourself, your back arching, your body tightening around him as your vision blurred with pleasure.

Diluc grunted, his gloved fingers digging into your waist, his cock slamming deep, deep, each thrust making your entire body shake. “That’s two,” he murmured, his tone all sharp arrogance, all dominance, his pace unrelenting. “At this rate, you’ll be begging for more before we even reach five.”

You whimpered, your thighs trembling, your mind slipping into a haze of pure, raw pleasure. Your body was already soaked, your slick dripping down your thighs, pooling between your legs, making every deep, filthy thrust even louder, messier.

Diluc groaned, his jaw clenching, his pace never slowing, his breathing turning rougher, harder, his cock throbbing inside you as he felt you tense again—your walls squeezing tight, your legs twitching as you were pushed to the edge again.

“That’s three,” he muttered, his voice thick with something dangerous, something possessive, as he rolled his hips, hitting that spot that made you cry out, your body convulsing, completely helpless in his grip.

You didn’t know how much time passed, how many times he forced you to cum—each orgasm wracking through you like a violent storm, each thrust shoving you further into a pleasure-drunk haze—but by the time your mind even registered his voice again, he was still going, his gloved fingers forcing your head back, making you look at him.

“How many?” he growled, his sharp crimson eyes burning, his breath ragged, his cock still pounding into you, stretching you wide, filling you completely. “Tell me, brat—how many times have I made you cum?”

You sobbed, your vision blurry, your entire body wrecked, barely able to speak. “I—I lost count—”

Diluc smirked, his expression dark, satisfied.

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers trailing up your throat, his thumb pressing against your parted lips, making you suck in a shaky, broken breath. “Then maybe next time, you’ll listen when I tell you to stop calling me that.”

His cock slammed into you one last time, his body tensing against yours as he groaned, his voice rough, deep, his grip crushing as he finally, finally spilled inside you, filling you completely, his entire body shuddering from the force of it.

The room was silent, save for the sound of your ragged breathing, the slow, lazy drag of his fingers over your trembling thighs, soothing you, grounding you.

And then, after a long, slow pause, as you lay there—completely spent, your body still twitching from the aftershocks—you let out one last, tiny, breathless whisper.

“T-Thank you, sir…”

Diluc sighed.

And spanked you again.

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angelltheninth · 27 days ago

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Soft and Possessive Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, fear of the passage of time, hurt/comfort, soft possessiveness, mention of Zhongli's real identity, touch-starved Zhongli, affection-starved Zhongli

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A/N: He's a dragon and they are famously possessive. But in his case it's cute, because he's cute.

He’d been a bit odd all day. You didn’t know why your husband was behaving this way, it wasn’t an anniversary, or any other special event in their relationship that should make him this nervous. “You seem out of sorts today. What’s bothering you?”

Zhongli’s ears adopted a light pink hue as he gulped and cupped your cheeks. He always held you like that. He always held you like you were the most precious treasure in the world. To him you were the one thing he will always cherish and protect until the end of your days and far beyond.

“I never thought I would feel this way… that I would find someone like you.” He whispered as much to you as he did to himself. His gloved hands caressed your cheeks lovingly, his thumbs brushing lower and parting your lips. “You make me so happy, my darling. Let me cherish you, worship you.” He was the God in this relationship, yet he saw it fit to bend to his girlfriend's every whim.

“You’re such a romantic at times, you know that?” You leaned in and pressed a slow kiss against his lips. Zhongli sighed against them, his hands intensifying the grip. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that. I’ll be here until you get sick of me.” You assured him over and over again. The passage of time was the only real thing he was scared of.

He closed the distance between your bodies, his arms falling against the small of your back and pulling her close. He cherished this closeness, any closeness really. For as powerful and proud he was as Rex Lapis he was also insanely touch-starved and starved for affection. Affection that wasn’t empty words, empty worship in hopes of getting money and riches.

“I’ve had many treasures in my life. You are the most precious. If I could somehow preserve you forever I would.” He whispered before kissing your forehead and inhaling the scent.

“That would sound so creepy if I didn’t know you better.” You looked up at him, grinning.

“But you know me the best. So it’s romantic. Right?” Zhongli grinned back. You chuckled and brushed his hair off his face, silently admiring how soft and silky it felt under your fingers.

“Very romantic. My possessive dragon.” Your lips met in a second kiss, a gentle overlap of lips, devotion and promises.

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miyaz6ki · 5 months ago

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Hear me out..Jealous!kinich x reader smut...also I love your writing style it makes me wanna explode🤭

──── bet you feel it now, baby

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. you didn't have to laugh that hard at his joke. it wasn't even that funny. he's better, it's fine, he'll just show you how much better he is.

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader, !!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. posting wip list in a bit plus brief overview of 800 special fic (it'll probably be genshin/hsr :3)

۪ ⠀✧ warnings. possessive behavior (kinich), jalosi /j, kinda ass/pussy eating (see to it however you like, i used no real specific term, reader is blindfolded for some parts, jealous behavior, rough sex, sex itself, y'all get walked in on (be ready for this to be implied into more of my kinich works LOL), establish relationship

"ahhn- kinich i said 'm sorry.. pleasef- slow down!" your face in the pillows, your words muffled and long gone into the night. the black-haired man's raspy voice spoke from behind— your boyfriend, kinich, of course. "he wasn't all that entertaining, why laugh like how you do with me?"

it was torture to him, seeing how it went from an awkward laugh, a polite smile, to a more genuine appearance to the stupid guy that just had to come up to you while he was busy getting a little snack for ajaw— even ajaw wouldn't comment on how his face looked this time, keeping his own silence as he ate the delicious candy.

"fffuck- he was an old classmate i had at the akademiya- 'm sorry, i-i really am kin-!" he almost laughed at your words. classmate? doesn't mean you should be playfully hitting shoulder like that. or teasing him like that. it's all his, no one else should be able to have it.

you shuddered, what felt like cumming again for the umpteenth time in a row, he hadn't stopped pinning you against the wall, and making you see stars over and over again ever since you saw your "classmate".

"doesn't matter." he groans, finishing inside you once more, your eyes were blindfolded by his headwear, previously on his forehead. he carries you onto the mattress, laying you down a little roughly. "w- what are you doing?"

you shivered once more, feeling warm exhales near your entrance, his cheek resting suddenly on one of your thighs. "all mine, right?" the blunt tone present in his tone definitely made it out as if you couldn't tell him anything other than yes (because it was true). his lips start to scatter a plethora of glossy little kisses all over your thighs, the sensation of getting him to cover every inch of your legs felt like a fever dream.. was this really a punishment?

you could feel his other hand snake to one of yours, which was somewhere on the bed. holding it tight as he started to place wet pecks over your hole. "hhnnn.. kin stop- ... stop teasing me.." you felt yourself moan into his touch, your other hand reaching out for wherever his head was. your fist grabbing at his hair, almost trying to push him into you further.

you felt him groan into you, you could sense he was whipped for your taste. the way you moaned his name. his.. name. "ahh- ahhh fffuck!— kin it's all yours, i promise!" his hand left yours, and stopped lapping at your hole for a moment- you heard a small grunt, and two things landing on the floor.. was he taking his gloves off?!

you could feel him sitting you up with one of his other hands, arms setting you down onto his face, arms locking around your thighs. straddling you over his mouth, as he started to devour what was his. no other guy could do this to you, not without making you feel as good as he did.

shit and he definitely did, the way he made you feel wasn't like the stupid losers who'd try to hook up with you back in the akademiya. or tried to pick you up in the streets. they can't make you feel turned on as much as you did when kinich blindfolded your eyes with something he doesn't usually take off and hear his belt buckle start to come off- ahhh nothing was better!

oh you felt yourself almost creaming on his face just thinking about it. not to mention how good he worked his tongue into you, definitely tasting every little bit, every little nook & cranny his tongue could reach.

he made a small sound, looking up to see you slowly riding his face as is, trying to rub yourself near against his nose. his authorative hold was more than enough to stop you from moving again, one of his palms moving over your stomach to feel the way his tongue moved inside you.

his head busily buried itself more into your scent, glossing his tongue so carefully, making sure you feel it. you started to feel something pool in your stomach- ssshit you were gonna cum again! your hands trail back down to his hair, gripping it harshly again, him seeing signs that you're close, he fastens his pace, licking as much as he could, no longer concentrating on the taste, more on your facial expression.

"ahhn- kin i'm g'na-!" "mmm there it is, such a good kitty." were the words he moaned into your hole, as he gladly lapped up every inch of your delicious juice/cum.

as he placed a kiss onto your entrance once more, he places more than just one kiss onto your lips, making out with you for a bit. letting him taste what he's been tasting for the past hour, the shared, mix of both of your cum.

your lips finally parting from his, your eyes still shut close 'till you feel a fist of your hair being gripped, "not done yet." is all kinich whispers, his voice a little coarse as he continues to kiss you. "all.. yours," you feel him take your hand, putting it over his heart while you both pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva being created. "and all mine, please?" he points to where your heart is in your chest.

his blunt attitude could only make you laugh, planting a kiss onto his head, and nodding to an agreement. "mmm- yeah. all yours."

"you guys are reaaaaaaalll corny! you're lucky i like your partner this time!" ajaw butts in as you laugh, while kinich simply scoffs- looking the other way and burying his face into your chest.

not as cool as my other works, and it's more cringe if i keep looking back on it, cute request tho !!!!<3333

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vraiao · 6 months ago

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✰ . drunk sex, kazuha's wasted, reader is ALSO drunk😭, this is really short, messy creampie, fem reader

kazuha fucking you while ur both drunk lol

"pretty.. so pretty,' the drunken kazuha murmured as he slowly and erratically rocked his hips back and forth, his thick cock kissing every one of the sweet spots inside your cunt, a truly euphoric feeling.

your moans were music to him, a melody sweeter than the songs of the winds. his head hung low, heavy breaths that were just short of whines falling into your ears like a soothing lullaby. he brought a hand up from your waist, moving your hand that was strung over your mouth to the side, pressing it against the mattress and intertwining his fingers with yours.

in between the messy kisses kazuha started to place all over your neck, he mumbled, "mnh.. 'want you to be my girlfriend, pretty girl.." his other hand tightened on your waist, making sure to hold you still while he stuffed his dick into you.

your free hand moved to tangle in his hair, and with a whine of his name, you softly laughed because, "i am your girlfriend," you stuttered out, your fucked out state barely allowing your words to leave your mouth coherently.

he let out a shaky, strained sigh, his warm breath and the faint scent of the one too many drinks he had tonight tickling your skin. "mmh.. how lucky i am," he muttered, his hips slightly stuttering at your words.

releasing your hand, he lifted one of your legs up and pressed your thigh against your chest, his pace slow and rough to make sure he properly filled up every inch of you. his hands gripped firmly on your waist and the back of your thigh, hips thrusting in an unsteady rhythm while he murmured sweet praises into your ear. "perfect.. 'feels so fucking perfect," he whispered, shamelessly whimpering and moaning right into your ear with half-lidded eyes.

lifting his head up just enough, he crashed his lips against yours, suddenly speeding up his thrusts, nails digging into your skin. he barely pulled off of you, breaking the kiss for short seconds at a time before eagerly pressing his lips back onto yours. he hardly gave the two of you any time to breathe, until you were frantically tapping his shoulder-- to which he responded by pulling off only for a few seconds longer each time he did so.

within minutes, he was losing it, biting at your bottom lip as the coiling knot in his stomach finally snapped. he pulled off of your mouth, leaving both of you panting messes as his cum spilled all into you, the sensation tipping you too over the edge of your orgasm-- your juices creating a creamy white ring at the base of his cock while his hips slowly stuttered into a stop.

his head hung low, heavily panting into your ear for just a moment. you thought he was done until he started shortly rutting his hips again as he pulled his head up to meet your gaze with a desperate look in his eyes. "one more, baby?"

kazuha, your beautiful and loving boyfriend. how could you ever say no to him?

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osachiyo · 1 year ago

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ꨄ Take It All ꨄ neuvillette

𖤐 a/n: been thinking about this man for so longgg he's just so pretty :( I hope y'all enjoy this short drabble ! not proofread, pls have mercy 🙏 (nsfw ahead, mdni)

Your ears were ringing, vision white, where− where were you again? Suddenly, Neuvillette's deep voice snapped you back to reality, your eyes opening to find him on top of you, hips still brutally smacking against your ass, "are you still with me, honey?" His voice was smooth like the finest silk, even while he drilled his cock into you. "mmph− y-yes.." you managed to gasp out, your brain practically melting from his sharp and deep thrusts. His cock was so big− so thick, splitting you open. "good− mmh.." he grunted out, hungrily eyeing the little bulge in your lower tummy, appearing and disappearing with each drag of his cock inside your mushy walls. It drove him wild. So wild, in fact, he had been doing this for hours− pounding into your soft, tight hole for hours, never losing stamina.

He had you in a full mating-press, folding you in half with his sheer body weight. Strong arms pushed your thighs against your chest, knees close to your ears, while he destroyed your cunt. "g-god− you feel so good," he growled, hips fastening their pace as your eyes roll back into your skull tongue hanging out dumbly. You were both covered in sweat and cum, the room smelling like sex from how long you two have been at it, fucking like bunnies as he slowly lost himself in your pussy. Lewd squelching and skin slapping against skin noises were bouncing off the walls, if someone listened closely enough, they could hear it from outside. But he could not care less, too preoccupied with your pussy gushing and clenching on his fat cock, taking him like a fucking champ and he was so proud of you. You'd make such a great mother, the image of your tummy all swollen with his babies and tits full of milk made his head spin, he could feel his mouth watering.

He was slamming into you by now, his own eyes slightly rolling back behind closed lids as the fat tip of his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly, making you clench down on him. He pressed his body weight further onto you, your knees nearly touching your ears and it was so hot, the way he manhandled you and folded you in half, having his way with you, while groaning the sweetest praises to you. His fingers made their way between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit, making you squirt all over him, nails racking down his muscular back as you felt his warm seed filling you up <3

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affableramen · 4 months ago

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them apologising for calling you bad names

hurt/comfort, established relationships

(Pantalone, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Tartaglia, Capitano, Alhaitham, Dottore, Dainsleif, Baizhu)

Pantalone

You avoid him for the rest of the day but eventually in the bed time Pantalone meets you. He enters the bedroom with a grave expression in his eyes, eyeing you sit there on the bed with a book in your hands. Distracting, he thinks, she is distracting herself.

“You know I didn't utter those words seriously”, Pantalone says, omitting the usual ‘darling’ on his lips. You roll your eyes and shake your head dismissively, showing him apparent unwillingness to chat over the issue any longer.

“Say”, Pantalone leans to the door, his fingers, at this moment of time, bare, scratching the roof edges of his antiquated mansion wall, “Are you deeply offended by my comment? It is but something… trivial.” Seeing no reaction from you Pantalone slowly makes his way to the bed and sits down, his body making an impact to the mattress, that being gently pressed on.

“I should have held my tongue.”

“Your tongue is poisonous”, you say abruptly. Upon hearing this, Pantalone reaches his hand to your hand and takes it in his.

“Hear me out… Please, darling, I would never honestly speak so ill-mannered of you. It was out of stress. You are not… pathetic. Never have been.”

“Mhm. How about ‘brat’? How about ‘loving me only because I provide for the family?’”

Pantalone closes his eyes and shakes his head. You can see how his own words inflicted upon you sting.

“Nonsense! Not a single word I spoke then was truthful.”

“Pantalone, if I ever made you doubt my affections, please do let me know.”

You abruptly put your book on the bedside table and switch the lights off.

Wriothesley

“Why do you keep insisting on these things? You think I don’t know them?”

“I think you’re simply less educated than me. You should understand, Y/N that in some aspects you may be less intelligent. Stupid even.”

“Less intelligent! Stupid!”

Wriothesley covers his face and bites his own lip when he realises what unruly language he just used.

“I didn't mean that-”

“That I’m stupid?” Your patience blows up and you decisively start strutting to the exit door of his office.

“I didn't mean to sound that harshly!” Desperately Wriothesley follows; but to no avail. You already shut your door before his nose.

A few hours after Wriothesley finds you in your two’s favourite café, of course it would be the place where you’d go to reflect on your irritation.

“Here, your favourites”, he puts the bouquet of vivid red flowers on top of the coffee table, next to your hand, and does it with such carefulness of behaviour you would least expect from him.

You look at him, facing Wriothesley’s eyes at last and as if having your thoughts read the duke says with regret:

“And sorry.”

You take a look at the flowers, your fingers caressing the petals.

“Okay”, you respond quietly. Wriothesley receives approval from you and takes a seat, his attitude nothing but amiable, a far cry from his roughness in the morning.

Neuvillette

“I told you that some matters I unfortunately, willing or not, have to solve on my own. There is no place for you in some of my business, because you’re just one weak-” Neuvillette holds his tongue, realising how personally offensive the words he said sounded. How villainous he suddenly appeared before you.

“Human? Yeah, I know. But me being human doesn't mean I can’t think and analyse, and there’s no way I’d approve the responsibility you’re about to take on yourself. I strictly dissgree.”

“Strictly disagree?” Neuvillette does not believe his ears, for you had always been a quiet amd obedient one, quite agreeable and supportive of his opinions. Yet this time you could not stay silent, seeing how your precious husband puts himself in danger for the hundredth time.

“You are to not take on that mission, are we clear, Neuvillette? And I am not weak, neither am I dumb or uninformed.”

In awe, Neuvillette stands there, looking at you. At last he takes one careful step closer, his hand in his hair, pulling it back as he’s thinking on something with raw intensity.

“If my wife is ready to convince me so much to not do something, if she finds my impulses false, then I will do my best to refrain. Knowing how worried you might be for me, perhaps it would be wise to reject the mission first and utmost.”

You nod, your face grave, uninterested as you turn away from him and walk out of his office. Only then Neuvillette stops you, his wrist tightly on yours.

“Please, beloved, if you could forgive me for my poor choice of words and underestimating your judgment.”

“It doesn't happen first time, Neuvillette, for being a dragon sovereign makes you incredibly stiff to perceiving others’ opinions. But I’m glad if you do truly believe me now.”

“I do. Please, don't stay furious and frustrated for long.”

You finally smile, forgiving your dragon husband as you make haste to leave the court, otherwise dramatic Fontainian society that loves gossiping and tragedy so much, will turn your little banter into a lavish scandal.

Tartaglia

“Peanut, I just said that you can’t fight as hard as I do, I didn't mean it in a bad way.”

“Of course, Ajax. You meant it in the way ‘I’m the coolest, and you are inferior’.”

“No, no, no. It’s a misunderstanding! Hear me out, babygirl…” Tartaglia gently grips the both of your shoulders and stares intimately into your eyes.

“I just wanted… You know, I just meant…” he blushes crazily and his expression radiates sheer embarrassment as he tries to seek excuse to explain himself. “I, uhh… Consider myself a great fighter, and you are exceptionally good, too…”

“Exceptionally good?”

“Absolutely exceptionally good, babygirl. But I am simply worried, okay? I’m scared”, he rubs your shoulders up and down, as if trying to comfort you, but in honesty it rather comforts himself. “I don’t want you hurt. So you better stay home. Training.”

“Training only, nice. I will never fight real enemies if I am constantly kept hostage in Fatui training camp.”

“You’re just… so fragile. You know what I mean?”

“Uhuh. The Eleventh considers me a weakling. Nice discovery, if you weren't my boyfriend”, you free yourself from his grasp and go about the narrow long corridor of headquarters. “I thought you would trust in me and my power a tiny bit more.”

Ajax follows you immediately, his steps agile and steady as his hand gently takes yours.

“You may come with me next time. But tomorrow, I want you safe. Okay? And please… I’d never call you weak… Never.”

“Mm…” you gently caress his gloved hand with your thumb, almost failing to see him in the dim light, but feeling his erratic breath caused by quick talking.

Capitano

“I can’t let you do this, woman. You are acting immature. You have always been a bit naïve, but this is where you should start obeying me”, Capitano says with a harsh, yet genteel aura around him.

“And my love for you, Capitano, is also naïve?”

At that moment Capitano drops his expressionless, emotionless act and looks at you with horrified glint in his eyes. He wants to comfort you, to apologise for his words but realises that was once said cannot be taken back. Oh how he wishes he would hold his tongue for a little while longer!

“I didn't mean that, woman. You know that I would never-”

He shuts his eyes for a second, a storm of overwhelming thoughts crosses his mind over and over while you are standing before him, patiently waiting for an answer and expecting your husband to provide you with a proper one.

“You are weak… no not weak; you are frail. You need protection. And I want to protect you, but I may not be able to do it in Natlan. Not when I am wounded myself.”

“Oh, believe me, Capitano, I can and will protect myself. And you know what, big guy? I don't even need your permission to come with you anymore. You will accept me, because I am your wife, and I will be by your side. Especially, when you are wounded.”

Capitano raises his hand to caress your cheek with his knuckles, light-weight.

“You are going to get yourself in trouble, love.”

“I know my limits, and I can clearly see that my husband needs me, even though he won't ever admit it.”

The raven-haired tall gracious man with impeccably sharp aura around him speaks with emotion:

“But if you get hurt, I won’t ever be able to forgive myself.”

You stand on your tiptoes and cup his cheeks.

“Oh, Capitano, I will take care of myself just to spare you the trouble.”

Dottore

“You’re a dork, I don’t even have pity for your stupidity. You got this chemical burn deserved.”

“Said who? You’re the one treating it right now, Doctor”, you respond with a tiny smug smirk, watching how carefully and gently Dottore is working on your palm. The burn is not too big, but painful enough to prevent you from completing your tasks for today.

Dottore reveals his teeth, groaning at you, his self highly dissatisfied and frustrated. He smoothly applies a herbal-smelling ointment and covers your hand with tight bandages.

“I insist you staying home tomorrow. I will speak with Pierro and describe him the accident.”

“Surely you don't have to go to such lengths for me only, Dottore. You know, I could speak with the Jester myself.”

Dottore stabs the knife with which he had been cutting the bandages, into the desk.

“NO, he won’t even speak to you. He is very uneasy to find”, he lets out a long held sigh. “Besides, brat, I think I made it clear you need to rest at home.” He glares at you with his poisonous ruby eyes. “Primarily, in your bed.”

“If the doctor says so”, you shrug, too exhausted to argue and too grateful for his help to deny him of this small favour. “I do not mind staying in my bed for a little while.”

Once the treatment has come to an end, Dottore once again checks your hand; quickly, lightly, without a single unnecessary touch or glance.

“Sorry for calling you a dork. I didn't mean it wholeheartedly”, he clears throat. “Though I still think your ass is highly careless.”

“I will work on it, hopefully my curiosity doesn't lead me to any other injuries”, you wave to him upon leaving the lab. “Can’t have my doctor worry too much.”

“Remember to look closer what you touch in my lab next time, silly creature.”

Dainsleif

“I think you’re forgetting how difficult it is to fight Abyss alone. I can’t believe you disobeyed me again and went seeking for abyssal hounds. This is infuriating, Y/N. I have never seen a woman act so stupidly and rashly before”, Dainsleif says roughly, through gritted teeth. His expression is grave and ominous.

“I feel strong desire to take your Vision away and lock you home until you learn to respect my rules.”

“Your ‘rules’?” You raise your eyebrow, looking at Dainsleif no less infuriated and frustrated than he is currently. “You think if you’re older than me, I have to act like your little puppet on strings who does everything that is ordered? Hell no, Dainsleif. We won’t have it this way.”

“FOOL!” He yells, his arm grabbing you tightly and pressing you against a wall. “You could have gotten yourself killed! You could have been hurt! You don’t know the thoughts running through my mind when I imagine you hurt; I want to burn the whole world for you.”

“Let me go, Dain. Please, this is uncalled for, you know that, right?” As you gently ask him Dainsleif slowly, but hesitantly releases your arm and takes a step back, closing his hands behind his back.

“I ask you once again to refrain from getting yourself harmed by the hand of Abyss.”

“Did you just call me a fool? I thought you were better than that.”

“For that ruthless language, I apologise. However I need your obedience when it comes to survival matters.”

Slowly, you walk over to look into Dainsleif’s eyes.

“I understand your tragedy wholeheartedly and I sincerely respect your wish to protect me, but you need to understand that my fighting skills are not low anymore, I can be efficient and agile.”

Dainsleif’s head hangs down, you see that he is contemplating something in the depth of his heart.

“I see”, his hand reaches out to you, even though he is not looking in your direction. Dainself intertwines his fingers with yours and speaks, much quieter and softer words:

“I’m sorry for calling you a fool. That was uncalled for”, his hand gives you a light but worried squeeze. “Just… be careful, Y/N.”

Alhaitham

“You’re acting like a child. Your opinions are too dreamy, irrational and irrelevant”, Alhaitham speaks briefly as he opens his book and hides his sharp gaze somewhere in the middle of the paragraphs.

Having acknowledged his disregard to you with pain in your heart you throw your arms around and ask him with bright feeling which is contradicting his own manner of speaking.

“Speak about irrelevance! You are the embodiment of irrationality yourself, for guilting me into thinking that you actually care for me.”

Alhaitham stays still for a moment but a tense squeeze he gives the book in his fingers raises even more contradictory emotions between you.

“I knew you are a difficult person to get intimately acquainted with, but your actions proved that you had at least a bit of attraction towards me. If not, then your choice of words and manner of speaking to personally me was too extreme. If not, and you are dreaded by the mere thought of me being intimately honest with you, spit it out. I don’t want you to play the romance where it no really belongs. I don’t want you to like me out of pity.”

“But I don’t”, Alhaitham finally closes the book and removes from his seat. “Your opinions and decisions make me question whether or not we are compatible enough.”

“That is because you are thinking too rationally.”

“And you are thinking too irrationally.”

“You were the one to touch my hand and hug me in a very personal way. And if I am not mistaken, you are the man who never touches anyone and is dreaded by a mere thought of being pulled out from your serenity.”

Alhaitham then shivers slightly, his body mannerisms betraying distress and frustration that is not by a long shot defined in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for calling you these words. These are bad words, I should not be disrespecting you so”, he looks away, giving his lip a strong bite whereas finally giving you a relief: “I always thought and I still think that you are a perfect companion for me, but our opinions are very unlike.”

“So you think two people cannot get accustomed to living with each other if they have different choice of words or thinking! Alhaitham, this is laughable.”

“The only laughable thing right now is that I desperately want to hug you”, without further hesitation he pulls you into his arms, an embrace filled with warmth and dedication, while his fingers gently stroke your back. “I apologise, my love.”

Baizhu

“You are being too nosy and impatient, sweetheart. I asked you to not ask me specifics of my contracts and yet here you are - interrogating me like some sort of criminal. I am feeling pressured and most frustrated!” He throws his arms around. “Darling, if you could give me some space, I would finish what I started with no further delay.”

“Am I violating your space by simply caring for your well-being? Baizhu, your contract has gone way too far; your help to people robs you of your own happiness, can you not see it?”

“I will be most contented if you simply leave me to finish my work. I would be happy if you simply encouraged me, but I’d be even more grateful if you stopped asking me so many questions.”

You know perfectly well what it’s like to sacrifice yourself for other people’s sake however you could not any longer bear seeing your love life being disrupted by Baizhu constantly feeling sick and suffering. You want nothing more than him to feel safe, secure and well, but instead this curious pharmacist only risks more and more his life in exchange of knowledge and improvement.

Though, Baizhu did recognise your words as a simple statement of care, he only admitted it in a few days. While you were helping him sort his things out in the pharmacy, Baizhu dropped his formal act and gently touched your hand.

“Darling?”

You stopped sorting at once when you heard what he declared:

“I’m sorry, I was so rude to you speaking about my health.”

You turn to face him and notice the sincerest apology in his snake eyes.

“I just wish you’d understand that my worry for you is not intended to make you uncomfortable or distressed.”

“I do understand it now. I will try my best to not bring you suffering from seeing me suffer. I cannot reject what I had started, but I will seek ways to heal both me and you from this torture.”

The gentle confession ends with Baizhu rubbing his thumb against the top of your hand.

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