#lisa minci x y/n

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Himeko and Lisa sitting on their S/O's lap? Like not even sexually, just a nice way to cuddle

(H:SR/Genshin Impact) Himeko and Lisa sitting on their S/O's lap

I doubt my own legs could support them but damn would I try anyway

Himeko's gentle laugh is enough to set S/O's face ablaze with a scarlet hue, with her leaning into them.

Thankfully, she only does this when they're alone in the Parlor Car, or in their rooms.

But whenever she does sit on their lap, she can't help but tease them.

(Himeko) "Jeez, your heart is beating so fast, S/O. Are you that embarrassed?"

(S/O) "Ah, w-well you try having such a beautiful person sit on you!"

(Himeko) "Hm, you're right. I should try that.~"

Himeko's hand snakes its way into S/O's, gently holding them in a comfortable embrace as they talk about whatever.

She also tends to kiss their cheek or forehead a little more than usual thanks to the angle she's at, with neither party complaining.

Lisa sits on S/O to get a rise out of them, 90% of the time.

(Lisa) "Thank you for prepping my seat, S/O!~"

(S/O) "...Lisa, I was reading-"

(Lisa) "So am I! Now we can read together."

(S/O) sigh

Despite their sigh, Lisa knows S/O enjoys this as much as she does.

Often times, she'll wrap both her arms around S/O's neck and just lay her head on their shoulder.

Usually initiating if she's feeling particularly lazy that day.

(Lisa) "You'll carry me, right?"

(S/O) "You have legs too-"

With a faux gasp of offence, she taps them on their nose, their unamused look making her laugh.

(Lisa) "That wasn't my question!"

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hello, hope you're having a nice day! For the spring event, I'd like to request Lisa and prompt 9. Thank you so muchh <3 <3

“Were you having a nightmare, darling?”

characters: Lisa x reader

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: I wouldn't mind having nightmares more often if I had someone like Lisa to comfort me afterwards /hj

I hope this matches what you envisioned, if you don't like it just tell me and I'll try again once I have the time/motivation to.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lisa

When Lisa was woken up in the middle of the night by something hitting her body, her eyes immediately darted towards the direction from whence it came from, only to be greeted by the sight of you turning and tossing around. And while her still half asleep brain was just about to speak up, she quickly put a hold on her plan, realizing that you were still sleeping. Something that only caused her to get more confused.

While there were times she saw you move one of your limbs when it laid on something uncomfortable, that was mostly it, no matter how hot or cold it was, no matter how often she pulled the blanket all the way towards her side of the bed, you would remain as stationary as a rock. So seeing your sleeping form move this much was somewhat weird.

At first, she was just going to wait for you to stop moving around before lying down once again, making sure that you had found a comfortable position to sleep, but when you didn’t show any signs of stopping, and instead began periodically mumbling to yourself, Lisa slowly began to put the pieces together.

Before you had any chance to move around for even a single second longer, Lisa grabbed your head and softly pressed it against her chest, petting your hair with one hand while holding you with the other, only to silently smile to herself when you stopped moving once again, your breaths calming down in parallel to your heart beat.

“Were you having a nightmare, darling?”, she asked in a whisper, not being surprised in the slightest about your lack of an answer, falling asleep shortly afterwards.

You wouldn’t be plagued by nightmares for at least a week afterwards.

[beruxyz]

- Annoyingly Adorable

Genshin Women x (Platonic)Child! Reader

"𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑, 𝙰 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜."

Characters : Jean, Lisa, Ganyu || (Seperate)

Warnings : Fatherless 😹 (Reader is GN)

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫 || 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚝

- A Mother and an Acting Grandmaster of Mondstadt, She was as usual very busy with stacks upon stacks of complaints from the citizens.

- She loved you very much to the point that she would even let you play inside her office, As long as you were not disturbing her. (And that's saying alot.)

- Perhaps it was the fact that you looked so much like your father that she didn't want to be seperated from you. She didn't want whatever happened to your father to happen to you too due to her ignorance. (Which was just her being really busy.)

- Usually, The Knights or Klee would play with you but Klee was currently in.. Jail as the spark knight puts it and the Knights were too busy to play with you since a particular potion shop decided to appear out of no where.

-And.. That left you alone. with your not-so strict, overworked and busy mom. In a room. Together.

- You were not gonna do anything, It was just that it was too boring and the awful sound of pen scratching against the paper was probably the only entertainment a child could have in this barren wasteland. Playing with toys given to you by Mr. One Eye and Lady Lisa was already boring you to death.

- So.. You decided to leave the office, Closing the door fast as your mom was about to say no.

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"Y/N get back ʜᴇʀᴇ-" Jean's voice was soon muffled by the door closing. A child out of their parent's sight is a child to fear because no amount of pestering is gonna be able to calm them down unless you get the parent themselves.

You were not gonna do anything, Maybe perhaps try to picklock the door to Klee's jail (Didn't work) or maybe you could try to steal a book in the library (Lisa saw you immediately upon entering) or maybe you should just hide, Yes! Hide, Hide and Seek! Oh you were so happy upon having that sudden thought in your little head as you ran around the Favonius Headquarters with a toy in hand and no adult supervision.

It was not in Jean's checklist to spend almost half the day trying to find and catch you. Even with the knights who came back to HQ upon her request to help her find and catch her child was ALSO not part of her checklist! Ah, This was too much already, This sure will put a bad image on not only her but also the knights!

"Y/N." A stern voice spoke behind you as you were sitting, facing the wall giggling to yourself. Perhaps it was the lack of softness in her voice that absolutely terrified you as you slowly looked behind you with fear in your eyes. "Mom.. Hi!" You spoke nervously, Standing up from your hiding spot as you gripped the hand of your toy tightly.

"No more games. Come now, Mom is very tired of this." The softness in Jean's voice returned as a sigh escaped her. Jean picked you up, A stern look on her face before breaking out into a soft smile. You just reminded her too much of your father.

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢 || 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚝

- The one and only Favonius Librarian and your mom, She may not seem like it but even librarians like her tend to be overworked most of the time, Especially the appearance of the Potion Shop that the Acting Grandmaster wanted to put up. Safe to say it was going pretty well.

- You and Lisa were often seen sitting next to the Potion Stand, You usually drawing on the coloring book that Mr. Kaeya gave you and Lisa sipping on her cup of tea while reading the Market demands.

- Your Mom made sure that she explained to you what will happen if you happened to steal one of the potions. (Lighthearted threats of course, She didn't want you to just up and steal the potions that the Traveler worked hard for.)

- But, Did that stop you? A little bit, You were still curious of the effects of some potions. Like the one that made you get all the wisdom! Like every wisdom in the world?! That would be so cool to use, especially on days where your mom suddenly quizzed you out of no where..

- So perhaps you stole a potion, Maybe two.. Or three. They were just vials, Not the actual potions of course. Paimon made a deal with you to give her some food in exchange for some vial of the potions that the Traveler was making.

- To any costumer that happened to walk by the two of you were very much suspicious and weirded out, Because the two of you looked like you were doing some "strange deals" together.

-A kid and a.. Floating fairy doing deals, Yeah totally normal in today's society of course.

- Paimon told you that the effects would wear out eventually, especially since these were not the actual full blown potions but more of a "sample". Which, You were a bit disappointed about but i mean.. It's better than nothing i suppose.

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"Where have you been? Mom has been worried sick.." Lisa spoke worriedly as she stood up from her seat, Checking to make sure you're alright.

"Im fine, im fine. Me and Paimon were just playing and.. Stuff." You answered with a grin, A grin that if your mom looked too closely at then she will surely interrogate you. "Hmm.. What's that in your pocket sweetie?" Lisa asked with curiousity, Curiousity that was definitely mixed with teasing as a smirk was already plastered on her face.

"Snacks.. Uhh, Paimon gave me some snacks which i know, really weird since she never uh.. Shares food.. Or something." You were practically spewing out sweat like a sprinkler, Looking up at you mom with an Innocent smile. "Mhm.. Empty your pockets." Lisa spoke sternly, A hand already out for whatever was inside your pocket. You just let out a loud groan before emptying your pockets to reveal 3 vials of Wisdom and Constitution potions.

"Why would you need these? Are you hiding something behind me Y/N?" Your mom asked with a serious tone as she examined the vials for a bit before knowing what it was. "Well.. I just wanted to answer your quizzes correctly.."

"But you do answer my quizzes, Sure it's not correct most of the time but that's what matters. Mistakes are proofs that you're trying, and that's what matters, Alright?" Lisa spoke with a soft smile, Crouched down in front of you while softly patting your head. You can never fool you mom and give her a hard time, Because she just turns it into you sobbing at her clothes.

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 || 𝙻𝚒𝚢𝚞𝚎

- A Qixing General Secretary and a Mother. Ooh boy, So many things to do and so many papers to go thru, The life of a particular Half-Qilin and Half-Human named Ganyu.

-You, As her sweet (And unfortunately mischievous) pride and joy, Her child is quite literally the only thing that motivates her to get home on time. That is unless a sudden overtime happens which she will suddenly lose all tiredness and fully commit to her work. (Even if she already had fully committed, She just wants to embrace her kid after a long day.)

- Has her child already eaten?

- Complex meeting minutes, disorderly report data... Every day, piles of documents flow by like water, each one personally compiled by Ganyu into clear and concise words in order to assist the Qixing's every decision and negotiation as the papers go through various organizational departments.

- Archons, she misses her child already.

- As the secretary of Yuehai Pavilion, Ganyu undertakes many tasks that ordinary folk do not see. For those that have witnessed her standing by the dock on her breaks or enjoying her breakfast in silence, it is difficult to imagine her in such a position.

- Oftentimes, when she returns home from work at around midnight, She would see you sleeping on her Mentor, cloud retainer's lap. She was quite shocked when she first saw you with her family figure, Apologizing immediately after accidentally waking the two of you up as Cloud Retainer just sighed.

- Recently, After a particular event happened. Ganyu kept seeing a little girl named Shuyu play with you, Which turned out to be her mentor's newest disciple, A disciple from the human world.. Well Ganyu can't be weirded out by it, You yourself was a product of a human man and Ganyu, But that's a story for another time.

- Ganyu of course was very happy that you were making friends with Shuyu, even the other kids in Liyue Harbor has started to hang out with you which made her very proud. But it felt like you were growing too fast, Ganyu is not even sure if you got her Qilin blood as well.. She's only half qilin, Which definitely lessened your chances of you being one. But until you started to show signs that you did in fact have Qilin blood running in your veins, Let her be cuddly and clingy to you.

- This however, Led you to be a bit displeased with your mother's sudden clingyness towards you, Often leading you to ignore her kisses or hugs. (Which Ganyu understood but still very much felt motherly pain from it.)

- You displeased it so much to the point that you would stay out of your mother's sight whenever you were playing with your friends in public. (Knowing that she is the secretary of Yuehai Pavillion.)

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"Y/N! Y/N! Isn't that your mom?" One of your close friends asked while not-so subtly pointing at the direction in which your mother was talking to a merchant, She looked quite angry if you were being honest.

"Yeah, Come on let's go!" You spoke while grabbing your friend's arm, pulling them back as you ran to the other side of Liyue Harbor. Of course, Ganyu noticed this. In fact, She had already finished talking to the merchant the moment you grabbed your friend's arm to drag them away.

As your mother, She quickly followed behind while making sure to be out of you and your friend's sight, She didn't want you running away again to some weird place in Liyue Harbor. (Because archon's know what those alleyways do.)

"Hm.. Wait, Why are we even running? Isn't your mom a Qixing or something?" You friend asked while taking deep breaths, Looking at you with a curious gaze. "Secretary of the Qixing, And i just wanna be left alone right now.. Mom is way too clingy around me, I don't even understand the suddenness of it and why she's suddenly clingy!" You whisper-yelled to your friend, Ranting about your mom while your friend just stayed quiet.

Maybe the reason your friend stayed quiet is perhaps because your mom, Ganyu, is literally right BEHIND you. "Yeah.. Yeah.. Uhh, Well.. Dad needs me in his stall now, Bye bye Y/N!" Your friend spoke hurriedly before leaving you confused.

"What's up with them? Eh, Whatever.." You muttered under your breath before turning around, Only to be met with your mother with a sad frown on her face. "Y/N! I.. I didn't know that you didn't like my hugs! Or kisses! You could have told me you know?" Ganyu whispered, She was talking to you in a public place after all of course and she didn't wanna draw so much attention to the both of you already.

"We're talking later when i get home."

"Ah.. Crap."

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘩-𝘣𝘺𝘦

[gfdazai]

IT'S LOVE, IT'S ROMANCE.

* Being in a relationship w/ them.

* CW / Established relations, GN reader (I thinkies,) not proofread / edited, I'm making this up as I gooo! Sorry if this is OOC, it's been a wwhile since I've genshided?... Genshinend?.... Yknow. this isnt good im ngl. SO RUSHED this is . unbelievable. It's all over the place but

Ningguang, who showers you with anything that you look at when going window shopping. She doesn't even think twice about the price — despite your refusals, and complaints — she gets you to accept it eventually.

Ningguang, who lets you do her hair as a sign of love. She's a busy lady, it's basically a proclamation of love when she spares enough time for you to sit down, comb her hair and braid it, if you're lucky enough.

Ningguang, who hunts out almost every Qingxin when you say one is pretty. Ningguang, who pays for a crate of cecilias when you say you wished they grew in Liyue.

Beidou,, who brings you back stuff from each of her voyages! ! You say you'd like some fabric from Inazuma? Done. You want wine from Mondstadt? Done, even quicker!

Beidou, who collects shells for you from each shore she comes across. All her treasures (shells), are taking up at least 3 drawers. You don't have the heart to stop her, as she seems so happy when she brings you another pouch everytime she's home...

Beidou, who schedules a whole day for cuddling before she leaves. She refuses to take you with her — scared of you getting hurt, or something — so she spends as much time with you as she can. She forces you to clear your schedule to stay in bed with her all morning, not caring if you had a meeting with whoever, wherever.

Lisa,, who constantly uses you as a guinea pig for her potions. You wanna spend time with her? Okay, just drink this!! Of course, she'd never let anything harm you, she only gives you the potions with the silly side effects.

She'd constantly tease you, calling you petnames that not even the flirtest would think of, just for the amusement of seeing you flustered. If you tease her back, though? It's like a compitition of who get's more flustered first. It's gotten so bad, to the point of the library emptying out because of it.

Lisa, who doesn't even spare you from her punishments as a librarian! Oh, you forgot to give her the book last night? No, no, that simply won't do! She can't be stopping her job for her pretty thing, no, not even for you. ...At least she apologizes afterwards.

Furina,, who 'makes' (gets someone else to make) sweets for you. She somehow knows exactly what you want, and exactly when you want it.

She'd also let you sit in on tea parties, right next to her. She'd make you a little hat like her own, like her own little claim on you, making you sit there and look like her pretty little thing.

Furina, who gets flustered the moment you imply going anything romantic. Holding hands? Not that bad, it'll get her a little flustered. Kissing? She feels like she's having a heart attack after the first kiss the two of you share.

She'd get Neuvillette to get you plushies, preferring to stay with you as he goes to find whatever animal she requested this time. She'd get jealous if you picked a plushie to have in your arms instead of her, whining and wiggling around in the bed until you replace the plushie with her.

Please don't steal my work, nor feed it to any sort of AI. Thank you! ♡

[urmomspersonalwhore]

Just gonna drop this off for ya:

Thinkin a lot about Miko and Lisa with bunny reader having to share her and fighting over her

They never stop arguing

Always fighting for you.

Whenever Yae Miko eats you out, fingers thrusting inside of you as she sucks your bundle of nerves. Lisa always is the one to say she can do better or whatever Miko is doing is not enough.

Takes turns pounding into you with their strap to prove that they do it better. Always asks you who was the best after they fucked your brains out.

They both tease you non-stop, edging you continuously until you answer their questions on who has better sex. But how could you choose when they're both so good?

In rare moments, they'll hatefuck in front of you when they were arguing.

Lisa buys you a collar, but with only her name so Yae Miko has to buy another tag with hers.

The mage loves to pull on your tail while the kitsune tugs on your ears instead of your hair whenever she is mercilessly thrusting into you.

Note

Sorry it took long to respond! I also apologize for having it so short!

©urmomspersonalwhore — please do not copy, repost or translate onto any other platforms without my permission.

[a-certain-romance]

sharing more housewife reader and making people happy fr

this time we got ladies w dicks to make it more intesting

dehya loves her house wife after awhile of being a merc and not being able to see her housewife and catching her ass in the kitchen she just has to bend you over and pull you head a bit while her dick is deep in you doggy style

then we have candace who would be falling inlove with the scent you bring to her house and cooking and cleaning whenever the villiage needed to be proctected just makes her want to 69 with you just so you cna enjoy her dick while also being pleasured at the same time<3

beidou and house wife reader mean that their gonna be dealing with their drunk wife(beidou) 24/7 beidou apperciaite whenever you take care of her while shes drunk and she loves her hard working wife so hard she hates the fact shes been ignoringnyou for drinks so in the small wave riders she fucks you deep and content letting you cock warm her and move your hips against her to just sob and beg her to just doggy style you instead of driving the boat but you arent lifting a finger till your at the island shes gonna fuck you at

jean and lisa w house wife reader is magical like lisa is very teasing and makes you moan every single time she slowly gropes you however for jean you can lay on her lap for hours being cormftable on her thigh without her knowing sometimes (but she does notice and kinda finds it cute) whenever yohr truly all in the mood lisa is on anal while jean just rubs infront of you so you can slowly suck on her sadly jean is a bit rough she doesnt it mean it tho!!:(( lisa always cormforts her by giving you or a her soft kiss and kissing your tears away whenever jean pounds you they can be so rough sometimes

ngl next is teacher reader and a kid falls inlove w them so jealous jealous jealous!!

A/N: I. Love. Long. Asks. Housewife anon ily & u read my mind I was just about to say u need a name atp! This is the most tags I’ve ever used on a fic haha. Also my tumblr is acting weird and I can’t see the words I pasted so pink font here we go.

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, anal (Deyha)(Beidou)(Lisa), Hair pulling (Deyha), 69 position (Candace), Oral R giving (Candace)(Jean), Confined spaces (Beidou), Creampie (Beidou), Cockwarming (Beidou), Plug w/ cock (Beidou), Spanking (Lisa), Pet names (Lisa:Kitten), crying (Jean), fluff (all)

Link to Pt1, Pt2, & Pt4

- The thing about Deyha is that she’s big

- Rather than shoving it as far as she can she eases into you slowly. And when her front meets your ass she’ll start playing with your clit to pass the time as you get used to the size.

- When she starts to thrust she’ll make you take her cock all the way to the hilt, back to the tip and all the way in again. Every time she moves it touches your inner walls in all the right places.

- Although she starts out gentle she will slowly begin to lose it. It’s been so long since she’s had your sweet cunt wrapped so tightly around her. She just can’t catch a break with being a merc and a bodyguard, so in this moment she just need to fuck your hard

- As your tongue rolls out of your mouth and drool starts to pool down to the marble countertops. She’ll stick 2 fingers down your throat and chide you for making such a mess so as she pounds away.

- You were a spice trader before you settled down in Arue village with Candace.

- Every time you came into her home you smelled like a blend of cinnamon and calla lillies. And now she gets to wake up to that scent every day.

- Your knowledge of spices leads you to always cook the most delicious meals and bake the most flavorful delicacies. Your reputation has made its way across your travels and Candace couldn’t feel any more lucky.

- On the days that a heavy sandstorm hits, you toil away in the kitchen baking batches upon batches of sweets to feed the entire village. You learned quicker that your dishes create a calming affect and it helps those with anxiety over the monsters in the sand.

- She’ll catch you handing them out after the sandstorm dies down and helps hand out the rest. Once everyone’s had their share you pack up the leftovers as Candace showers. Most times when Candace is out fighting for her village you welcome her back with soft sex. Everyone looks up to her for protection, and there’s so much on the line when she ventures out, not fully knowing if she’ll come back in one piece. Having you in her arms makes her believe she can withstand anything that comes her way.

- She’s so worked up this time around. She wastes no time in practically dragging you to the bed. She doesn’t know if she should pleasure you first or the other way around.

- So of course the only option was to set your pussy down on her face as you drop your mouth down to the base of her cock. Candace loves the feeling of your weight on her. It doesn’t matter if you feel you’re crushing her, your closeness is a reminder that you’re safe and sound, and going through all the scars and sandstorms are worth it if it means she gets to protect you.

- You finally let her cock enter your mouth, your thumb running up and down the length of the shaft and occasionally gripping it. At the same time Candace rolls her tongue into you further, and in seconds your cum starts to drip down her face.

- You pull your mouth out when her cock starts to twitch and you know her climax is coming. Ropes of her cum shoot out and paint your face, neck and breasts white

- Beidou drives the waverider far out onto the water but stops halfway to the island.

- You’re confused at first, why would she stop the boat in the middle of the water? She hops out from the drivers seat and pulls you down, now knowing that the reason she stopped was so she can fuck you without any distractions.

- Being in a such a small waverider gives her no other choice but to fuck well and deep, your panting even starts to fog up the windows with how rough she’s being. She doesn’t stop until her hot, thick cum is gushing out of you and dripping down your thighs.

- And she still feels so guilty for choosing drinks over you, so she keeps her dick plugged into you and has you cockwarm her until you reach the island. She just wants to be closer to you for as long as your here with her. Neither of you are fully satisfied, but she doesn’t let you ride her, not yet at least. Beidou knows she’s being a bit rough this time so she’s intent on focusing all her attention on you.

- When you get to the island she abruptly pulls out and guides you (and your wobbly legs) to a nice picnic laid out on the beach, blankets and baskets and everything. And there isn’t even any alcohol, only a sweet Sunsettia and Lavender Melon juice blend that she promises is worth dying for.

- Despite your pleas, she avoids anymore sexual contact until you’ve had your fair share of food and drink. Conversations with her flow freely, but you can just ignore the want between your legs.

- After you both packed up the remaining leftovers, she’ll shove you to lay down with your knees under your stomach, roll down your pants, and take you from behind. “This is what you wanted wasn’t it?��� She grunts out, “You were just begging for me to ram my cock into you doggy style barely an hour ago”

- You should get rewarded like this more often

- Lisa’s groping you anywhere, and that doesn’t stop at just your body. No no no Lisa will take any chance to tease you whether that’s behind closed doors or against the Library stacks. It’s all worth it for the small noises you make, like you’re just a tiny little kitten under her.

- When she gets behind you she traces the curve of your ass before delivering spank after spank to hear your cries. Lisa might not admit it often, but hearing you beg really gets her going. There’s just something about your voice that makes her want to hear you reach your limits.

- Jean loves having you around! She’ll take up any chance that has you by her side, doesn’t matter when or where. She’ll tell you you’re cute plenty of times but she wholeheartedly believes that words can’t encompass how she feels about you.

- Jean’s sorry about being too rough with you, she really doesn’t mean it! It’s just that when she looks down on you and sees those needy, teary eyes obediently sucking on her length she can’t help but shove the rest of her cock farther down your throat. You always feel so filled and so content with the both of them.

- But let’s be honest, despite how rough they can be, aftercare with them is heaven. Lisa holds you in her arms while Jean draws a bath. When you all get in the tub Jean massages shampoo in your hair while Lisa sensually washes your body, not ever missing a single patch of skin.

- Lisa is always the he first to get out. Jean kisses every inch of your skin that she can reach as she wipes the suds off your body. When you and Jean finish drying off Lisa has prepared a tray with tea and scones for all of you to enjoy

[belaephemeral]

Nilotpala Lotus (Vulpes Zerda)

Pairings: Tighnari x Reader (gender-neutral), Lisa Minci & Reader (platonic), brief Albedo & Reader (platonic)

Word count: 6500

You pull me in like gravity (ground me with your affections)

Series summary: They each have their own way of showcasing their love for you - from the way they embrace you with the distinct form of passion only they could hold, to the gestures that express their affections that leave you to fall ever more inextricably in love with them. In particular, you savour the way they kiss you and the unspoken message of their endearment towards you. It’s like gravity, pulling you once again to them, grounding you to this mortal world; each touch spirals into something more and you eagerly await the paths they forge with you alongside them.

Parts: Nilotpala Lotus (Vulpes Zerda) (current), Glaze Lily (Monoceros Caeli) (coming soon), Qingxin (Crista Doloris) (coming soon), Cor Lapis (Lapis Dei) (coming soon)

Author’s Note: Taking a break from revision to finish this piece that I drafted quite a long time ago. This piece was originally part of a headcanon about how different Genshin characters would kiss you but I got a bit carried away (sorry, I can’t help it ;u;). Since they’re all based on the same prompt/idea, I’ll be making this into a small series. Each narrative develops in different ways - I tried to make the stories parallel each other and have a common theme/characteristic (I hope you can spot it!). Feel free to recommend characters for this series.

You’re well aware of the many capabilities the Chief Officer of the Forest Rangers possesses. From the immaculate precision and accuracy he demonstrates with a bow, the immense intellect and quick wit he holds (which certainly leaves you astounded after intently listening to every single one of his impassioned lectures), to the admirable tenacity he holds to protect Sumeru’s vibrant flora and its vital ecosystem. 

You are ever so intimately familiar with his many abilities: him being a doting, affectionate and endearing husband is yet another skill he has recently acquired. You relish in the air of domesticity that envelops each room of your quaint shared abode. Crisp, white parchment paper and scrawls of his hurried yet distinct cursive handwriting are a familiar sight. As you wake to greet another day in the Avidya Forest and flit from room to room for your habitual morning rituals, a gentle smile spills onto your face. Carefully, you hold the message closer to your form as your thumb tenderly brushes over his penned words and idly traces every undulation the pressure of his pen makes against the thin paper. Unfailingly, he leaves messages for you before he departs from the safety of your home and your presence to fulfil his responsibilities as a Forest Watcher. 

‘Good morning, my padisarah. 

I hope you’ve slept well and are well-rested to face yet another eventful day. 

Although I would have liked to awake once again in the warmth of your embrace, I’ve had to unfortunately leave before we could have shared this fine morning together. Recently, there has been increased reports of disturbances around the Divine Tree and some of the Forest Rangers have sighted perpetrators polluting the waters below. 

At dawn, I will embark to the Chinvat Ravine with the others to resolve these issues. I will return to you by sundown. 

It has gotten warmer lately, so please make sure that you take care of health once you begin researching today. Always be aware and pay close attention to your safety whilst exploring. Even if your capabilities mean that this isn’t much of a concern for you, I want to remind you to be cautious - I would hate to not be able to protect you if you ever injured yourself in the depths of the Forest. 

The sunny weather we’re having nowadays is quite pleasant - what do you think about trekking to our favourite spot at Mawtimya Forest? It would be nice to bask in the warm sunshine. We could bring along a few dishes and enjoy the scenery once again. I promise I won’t fall asleep! However, your lap is the perfect place for a midday snooze: who could blame me?

...Oh, look at me, rambling on again. Please bear with me for a little longer, I’m almost done writing. 

I await to return to you, my padisarah; you may not know how much you are a blessing to me. We shall meet again under the setting sun and the rising moon. 

Forever yours, 

Tighnari’

Every time he returns, he fills the empty space you both inhabit with his twinkling laughter, his quick-witted quips and his unique vulpine mannerisms. In every instance, he’s instinctively wrapped his tail around your waist, slightly ever so raised and turned his fluffy ears in elation, and surreptitiously scent-marked you with each nuzzle of his face against the hollow of your neck. Whilst he nestles his fatigued figure into your chest, you’re reminded of each and every one of his endearing characteristics. Each of which a separate reason you’ve fallen so irrevocably and absolutely in love with him. 

Easily, you fall into a routine with him. From the way you carefully attached his signature earrings and fasten his distinct viridian, flowing half-cape to his right shoulder. He returns the gesture by fastening the buttons of your shirt and pining onto you the gold brooch he gifted you on your second anniversary. Its design is that of the Kalpalata Lotus he fondly remembers you were enamoured with when you both trekked to the Lokapala Jungle, gazing upon the surreal, gargantuan, fluorescent structures there. He was astounded when you began to scale the rocky cliffs to admire its beauty and brought one of the delicate and exquisite flowers back to him. It’s a memory that’s forever ingrained in his mind: the moment you grasped his hand for them to join yours in gently holding the Kalpalata Lotus that glowed under the blanket of stars laid out across the sky. 

He felt something - something so subtle he otherwise may not have noticed it without his adept perceptive ability and heightened vulpine instincts. A potent energy courses through the lotus that rests where your digits and his gloved fingers conjoin and it courses through him. A tingling sensation assimilates through his skin and infiltrates deeper within him - gradually spreading what feels like newfound vitality through each limb and expanse of muscle. 

Viscerally, he feels a sigh leave him - like he’s finally at ease, body relaxing and eyelids fluttering as he relents against the sudden wave of fatigue. Unbeknownst to the Forest Watcher, his lithe body slowly sways and collapses into you. It feels as though his mind surrenders to the way the pain embedded into his left shoulder from last week’s attack and the dull aches from his fresh bruises dissipate as a healing glow permeates through every inch of his body. The last he remembers is your tender caress over his drooped ears and foreign words that fall from your lips - a strange incantation he doesn’t remember hearing nor reading from your plethora of alchemy books. Although his wonder as to where you could have learnt such an impressive feat dissolves as the view before him vanishes into a blissful abyss as he feels his weight being placed securely in your firm hold. The rhythmic crunch of the grass beneath your feet, the reverberating chirps of cicadas and the sonorous buzz of fireflies is a symphony that welcomes him as he descends into sleep. 

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Everyday with you is a blessing; it’s ever so easy to fall into a routine with you by his side. It’s exactly because you’ve fallen into this pattern, a waltz you share as you dance around each other to reach for your desired items or complete mundane tasks around your home. A comfortable schedule of rising at early daybreak, of wistful farewells and loving welcome homes. It is because of this routine you’ve settled into that it is a surprise that this has to temporarily come to an end. It was unexpected when a letter sealed with the Knights of Favonius sigil was delivered to your doorstep. It’s even more staggering when you learn it was from an old acquaintance from your alma mater and fellow colleague at Spantamad, requesting your assistance at the city of Mondstadt. Although the idea of reuniting with the talented sorceress is delightful, the thought of leaving your partner saddles you with an uneasy bout of despondency.  

Despite your concerns, Tighnari’s altruistic and compassionate nature shines through. He puts your worrisome mind at rest through kind and genuine reassurances, regaling of how he’d faithfully protect your cosy dwelling in your absence and consoles your apprehension by promising he won’t encounter any trouble whilst you’re gone. What drastic or lethal could possibly occur during the duration of your visit to the City of Freedom? 

What’s more is that he’s well aware of your boundless curiosity, your inquisitive nature, and your insatiable desire to discover new things. Experiencing the vast plains of Mondstadt and traversing through its rocky and breathtaking vistas should quench your eagerness to explore unfamiliar, foreign terrain. Of course, he’ll miss you, agonisingly so, but if it’s for you - he’d sacrifice anything for you - be it his soul, his time or his own wishes so you’d be able to fulfil your own. 

On the day of your departure, his send-off takes noticeably longer than what he claims it would would have taken. The first thing on his agenda is presenting you with a small jute sachet of crushed herbs, Nilotpala Lotus petals and an assortment of flower buds just in case you have a headache. Regardless of the medicinal remedies he preaches that they hold, you notice the hint of spice and the soothing floral fragrance - it’s his unmistakable scent and this pouch is definitely an indirect token to remind you of him during your travels. 

Next, he presents a fresh leather-bound journal to you. He explains that it’s for you to write about your experiences but in a small case you receive alongside it, filled to the brim with translucent sheets, intricate instruments and a wooden block, you know he’s hoping that his fascination with botany is finally rubbing off on you. You know he’s hoping that you’ll press flowers into the margins of each page, a small souvenir for each place that you traverse. 

“If you do find fallen leaves or other plants, just press them between some dry sheets of paper. You’ll be able to make quite an attractive and handy bookmark out of them. I’ve also heard that Cecilias and Small Lamp Grass are in bloom this season - they would make fascinating biological specimens to examine or decorative pieces to create. They’re incredibly versatile.” Stifling a laugh with the back of your hand as Tighnari’s tail gleefully swishes side to side upon discussing his favourite past time, the vulpine male glares at your teasing gaze and droops his ears in displeasure. You give into his whims - encircling your arms around his nimble frame and snuggling into soft fabric of his navy hoodie.

Of course, watching you depart from Avidya Forest is no easy task for Tighnari. Trying to delay your inevitable leave, he tries to distract you from noticing how many minutes go by or how the sun has already reached the peak of the sky when it was just dawn a few minutes (maybe hours ago). He attempts to mask his desperation and reluctance through talking, a tried and true strategy that will allow him to remain with you just a second longer. His cogent lectures and words of caution are readily accepted and you don’t notice how the clock’s hands have already moved past your designated departure time. He’s panicking but he doesn’t want you to see. He doesn’t want you to see that his entire being glows in your presence and the fear that this will vanish once you aren’t by his side. It’s because he knows how this trip is important to you. 

It’s part of his nature to put others before himself, so once again he’ll do the same for his beloved. The one eternally by his side and permanently resides in his heart regardless of the distance between you. So, he hesitantly concludes his speech. Now, he has to let you go.

Sometimes you think you know better than him. Especially when it comes to what he deserves and what he can choose to do with you. Truly, as someone so selfless and constantly worrying about other people’s wellbeing, you want him to be more selfish with you. You want him to place more emphasis on his feelings and his desires in your relationship. So, as you see his self-sacrifing nature resurface in this moment, you plant supple kisses on the apples of his cheeks and the corner of his mouth, momentarily stupefying him and relishing in the way he unconsciously croons at your actions.

In return, draws you closer to him, innocently nuzzling the tip of your nose with his and grounding himself with your presence before you drift away and what he fears is like losing his centre of gravity. The close proximity between you two grants him a clear view of the flush that spreads onto your cheeks and of the exquisite way your vibrant eyes dilate at his loving gaze. “My padisarah,” he steadily breathes out, chest pressed against your own, arms enclosed around your figure and shimmering verdant pupils passing fleeting glances to your cupid’s bow and what lays beneath. “I can’t believe I almost forgot to give you the most important thing.” 

His mouth descends onto yours and you gasp at the way his fangs trace your bottom lip and nibbles onto it. As he pulls away, he revels in your dazed look. He wants you to feel how infatuated your touch leaves him. He wants to express how dumbfounded he feels in your embrace. And you do. He’s downright irresistible. 

His mischievous antics have doused you in a honey-like stupor as you swiftly grasp his collar and bring him closer, more so than he already is. His lips are still delectable and sweet with the Zaytun Peaches you shared with him earlier. 

Losing yourself in his hold, you squeeze him against your chest, flustering him with the rapid pounding of your heartbeat. Content in your hold, you can feel his mouth forming a smile against your lips. However, the male seems to have something else on his mind. Briskly, he breaks away from you to part his lips and plunges towards the junction between your shoulder and your neck. Daringly, a sharp suck astounds you as he latches onto the area that he knows is your sensitive spot, carefully brushing his canines against your supple skin. He loves the way your pulse stutters and comes to life under his lips; he shudders at the way your hand reflexively grips his waist, moving downwards to massage nonsensical patterns into the curve of his hip, and inwardly spurs him on to leave one last message against your skin before you leave. 

Reluctantly, and biting back the groan that eagerly wants to escape your mouth, you lightly push his chest. “Stop, ‘Nari,” you slur, drunken off his intoxicating touch, “I need to start my journey before the sun sets.” Chuckling at the way he relents despite your attempts to resist his persistent advances, you realise you are no better than him. Regardless of your resistance, your body betrays you and melts underneath the fangs that desire to spell out his name down the length of your neck. “You little minx,” you huff, half-exasperated and half-determined to quell the flourishing bud his embrace plants into the core of your being, “If you continue with this, it might be absolutely hard for me to ever leave you, my blossom.”

Resolutely, you detangle his body from yours, placing an appropriate distance between the both of you. You wistfully smile at the whine that tumbles from his lips and the sheen of glaze that momentarily eclipse over his vibrant burnt sienna and viridescent orbs. At an attempt to sober him up, you slide your hands to his chin and cup them gingerly, planting a chaste kiss on his forehead. Adorably, he shifts his gaze from yours, huffing both in frustration and embarrassment. Frustrated that you would tempt him so and embarrassed that he unravelled himself in such an carnal way, surrending himself temporarily to his innate, animalistic, vulpine instincts. Peering at the light red bruises decorating the nape of your neck and clavicle, he exhales in annoyance at how you stopped him from marking you once again. 

Pettily, he sharply turns his head away from you as you shoot him a teasing smirk and delivers his signature sidelong glance that expresses his contempt, displeasure and so much more. His pouty exterior falls as after chuckling at his antics, you slowly make your way to the door to collect your belongings. 

Turning back to him, you beckon him into your arms for one last chaste and longing hug. You bury your nose into his navy hair, trying to ignore the way your chest feels as though its being compressed by an incredible weight and how your eyes fervidly burn with unshed tears. Tighnari’s keen senses pick up on the way your heart lurches. To console you, he rubs your back soothingly, and his tail lovingly and warmly curls around your waist. He knows rather too well what wishing someone farewell feels like - how you might shatter once they leave your view forever, how you may find yourself floundering in their absence, or how the distance extinguishes any vestiges of warm within your heart.

However, he knows better, he knows you better. You won’t falter no matter the circumstance, you will perserve and he knows you’ll bloom even if he won’t be able to see you. In a few months, you’ll return to him, return to this humble and cosy abode you share, return to this life you’ve built together. He’s certain of it. He only needs to let you go for a while and before you or him realise, you’ll both be back to where you belong, to where your were always meant to be. 

Eventually, he takes a step back, wiping a stray tear off of your face with the pad of his thumb. Willing a wistful beam, you whisper, worried that your chest will heave and your breath hitch with the weight of melancholy that bears onto you: “I’ll see you soon, my love. Don’t miss me too much, okay?” 

“Of course, my padisarah. I’ll be waiting for your letters. Have a safe journey and always know that my heart travels with you.”

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“I’m so sorry Lisa,” you splutter, stumbling as you weave through stray piles of books, hurriedly shrugging on your coat and gathering your loose papers off the antique mahogany table. 

“Do be careful, darling, I haven’t sorted through those titles yet,” she responds, a knowing smile on her face as she languidly watches you frantically dart around the room. She’s rarely seen you so frantic and she would have never expected you to lose your composure so quickly. “The last thing we need is for you to be injured. We wouldn’t want your dear husband seeing you in such a state would we now?”

Your trip to the Mondstadt was rather eventful to say the least. Initially you expected the lethargic librarian had required your assistance for something urgent - certainly it must have been important for her to send such a vaguely worded letter to your doorstep? However, it turns out she merely wanted to bask in your companionship once again and needed someone she could confide in during this particularly busy period for the Knights of Favonius. What exactly brought you here may have been the nostalgia (that much you could discern as she began gushing about her fond memories of being your roommate and that sneaky comment about her results always beating yours in each module despite your diligent nature and her indolent disposition - a statement that was definitely not needed as you shot a glare at the tittering brunette) or it could have been the bundles of Sumeru Roses she specifically requested and emphasised in the postscript of her message. 

You’re considering it’s possibly the latter as you periodically pick up the sound of her cup being picked up and placed down onto the matching floral decorative saucer you’ve temporarily lent to her. The scent of Sumeru Rose and Harra Fruit you’ve blended into her tea wafts throughout the library as you sit across the Chief Alchemist. Albedo ecstatically reads your ongoing research into medicinal alchemy, sifting through beautifully illustrated diagrams depicting your various experiments, admiring the dried Viparyas and Dream Flowers you’ve preserved and the little notes you leave next to them (although there also seems to be other sentences scrawled in a cursive script underneath your handwriting), and analysing your extraction of different compounds and materials for prolonging life and revitalisation. Flattered by his words of praise and wonder, you express your awe on his experimentation of utilising alchemy to bloom an other-worldy seed, the intricacy and accuracy of expertly rendered objects and stages of investigation (the style is oddly familiar to the cover of some books published in Liyue that Tighnari owns), and the graphite sketches of his laboratory and the snowscape of Dragonspine Mountain. 

“It must be exhilarating to be able to venture out to many areas in Sumeru to conduct your research. It’s very much the same for me up on Dragonspine. To go out into the world and investigate, turning the ‘unknown’ into the ‘known’, that is the true raison d'etre of us alchemists… Ah, it’s truly an invigorating feeling.” The blond sighs contentedly and then suggests, “Seeing as to how adept you are with drawing, how about one day joining me to sketch the scenic views of Starsnatch Cliff?” Beaming at his words, you nod in affirmation: “I’d love to join you! It would be a perfect chance for me to showcase the beauty of Mondstadt to Tighnari.”

In response to your excited reply, he chuckles and then places a hand on his chin as he ponders pensively: “From what you’ve told me about him, your husband sounds like a truly exceptional man. It would be a pleasure if I could meet him in the near future.”

Slowly, time passed between the two of you. As the librarian took her daily afternoon nap, the amiable chatter between two fellow alchemists murmured throughout the expansive library and discussed a plethora of topics as the wax candles began to burn and diminish infront of them. 

In between documenting your experiences to your beloved, traversing the diverse plains of Mondstadt and pressing flowers into the journal Tighnari gifted you, Lisa uncharacteristically makes it a point for you to visit her companions and most importantly, her dear mentee, Razor.

Gently raising the teapot filled with lilac Sumeru Rose petals, you began to pour the fresh brew into a small flask as per Lisa’s request. You were rather elated as she recounted how she wished for her beloved pupil to try her favourite blend of tea when studying at the Akademiya. With her languorous attitude, you wouldn’t have guessed she was a capable and competent teacher. For her to have someone regard her as part of his Lupical fills you with a sense of warmth as it seems that carefree, frivolous roommate of yours has slowly matured and has yet another person she can dedicate herself to. The sudden onslaught of sentimentality makes you wonder of the family you could have with your spouse back in Avidya Forest (although this will come in due time and he’s certainly assured you that you’re welcome to take your time, you might want to take him up on his offer soon).

An unexpected crash wrenches you out of your dreamy reverie and jolts your entire being. The teapot lurches toward and the steaming liquid scorches the back of your hand. Hissing in pain, you soothe the sting by murmuring a brief incantation, the words embossing themselves into your flesh and weaving throughout the mark. Swiftly, you set down the items to rush over to the source of the strident sound. 

Witnessing the brunette crumpled on the herringbone wooden floors, you drop to your knees to hold onto her heaving form. As you do so, you’re careful of the fallen stack of thick tomes, the shards of broken porcelain scattered next to her and the moist soil spilled around her. Her hands which previously found purchase on the ledge of the bookshelf now finds themselves against your chest as she fists the material of your shirt. Panting, her forehead rests against your clavicle as she desperately refills her lungs with air only for it to be quickly forced out of her. 

Urgently, you bring her fully into your grasp. Encircling your arms around her figure, your index finger inscribes foreign symbols between the peaks of her shoulders. They soon glow with a luminous white as it sinks into her and a mirrored version of your writing engraves itself into your back. 

Suddenly, you can feel a numbing prickling sensation around the corners of your heart, the organ relentlessly pounding painfully against your ribcage and each inhale feels incredibly onerous. However, you resist against the agonising sensation to quell the embers that threaten to consume your life-force and the thick black tar that attempts to drown every ounce of your being. Methodically, you inhale and exhale, a rhythm that Lisa follows, and you fervently whisper strings of conjurations against the crown of her head. 

The time it takes for the pain to subside feels like hours. You don’t know whether it’s completely vanished as it feels as though it remains heavy within your chest and stubbornly clings onto you despite your various attempts to rid it. “You’ve never used alchemy in such a way,” she murmurs dolefully, a distant look in her emerald orbs. And when she speaks your name, you freeze: “I don’t believe you’ve been telling me the whole truth this entire time. But then again, there has been something I’ve been hiding from you as well.”

It astounds you how Lisa’s nonchalant and easy-going exterior doesn’t falter, not even after she told you of the curse that plagues her body; her years slowly depleting before her eyes and a pre-mature demise she has no choice but to helplessly give into. You’re not sure of what she thinks of your confession as to the source of your powers nor the minuscule pawn that endows you with the faculties that assist in your alchemy and elemental abilities. Instead, you’re left to grapple with the revelations you’ve encountered today as the librarian chides her young pupil and ushers him towards you. Cheerily, she exclaims: “Come on over here Razor, that's it, good boy!” she places her hands on her hips before continuing: ”Let's do some combat practice — I've found you the perfect partner. Hey! Come back!”

The silver-haired male was rather interesting to say the least. Well, that was expected considering his teacher. You were thoroughly impressed by his fighting capabilities and his exceptional use of his Electro vision. It was incredibly endearing to see him so eager to demonstrate the results of Lisa’s teaching by taking you to various mountains and telling you about the basic properties of their local plants and fruits. Intently, you listened to him as your trio eventually settled on a field to drink your rose blend. Whilst indulging in Wolfhooks and Sunsettias, you taught him how to press the Windwheel Asters he collected to create a present for his Lupical. 

Sparing a glance at the brunette dozing against next to you, you understand her lethargic nature. If you were in her circumstances, you would be fully dedicating yourself to your work and efficiently using the time you had left to discover more of this mortal world. However, that’s the attitude you’ve developed from your time in the Akademiya. You could understand how the ephemerality of the time she has remaining means that it may be better spent in tranquil afternoons, simple routines and being around those she loves. 

Gazing towards the glaring sun, you wonder what your husband could be doing as you relish in this quiet evening. Unbeknownst to you, an acute sense of impending turmoil and the ever present feeling that chaos is bound to spill over lingers in his mind after the events that have unfolded in Sumeru over the past few days. His anxiety grows as he watches the departing figure of The Doctor, his ambiguous words and thinly veiled threat setting him on edge, and uncertain to the trick up his sleeve he’s yet to unveil. 

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“I’m so sorry Lisa,” you splutter as the worry gnawing at the pit of your stomach is suddenly absolutely unbearable and threatens to consume you whole. The overflow urges you to return to him. It may have been the diminishing number of letters, the lack of updates from Collei on the status of the Avidya Forest and her training, and the fact that the sigil you’ve embedded into your wedding ring sears against the skin of your ring finger, writing a message of warming that spirals down the length of your digit and across your palm. At the sight of it, your fear boils over the precipice and you’ve decided to ensure nothing happens to your beloved and your companions in Sumeru.

Granting Lisa one last farewell, you burst through the doors of the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. The golden band you adorn tingles, glimmering with a radiant light of viridian and translucent white. You extend your left hand to view the ivy-like incantations that spread along the expanse of your arm. Swiftly, you write the script embedded into your skin into harsh gusts of wind that fervently blow past you. Once the symbols are aligned and placed in their appropriate positions, you enfuse your sword with elemental energy, closing your eyes and deftly slice through them.

A clank of metal and the sharp, reverberating sound of blades colliding resound in your ears as you open your optics and glare at the Fatui Pyro Agent before you. Before you could counter his incoming strike, from behind you, you hear a swift ‘ffwhip’ as an arrow embued with Dendro flies past you, precisely lodging itself into his chest and forcefully knocking him back a few meters.

Tighnari pants, grateful to whoever parried the attack for him. However, he does a double take, recognising that distinct stance, the remnants of great ancient power, and your familiar fragrance. “My padisarah,” he exhales breathlessly, lowering his bow, genuinely bewildered by your unexpected entrance. Holding your blade upright, you peer over your shoulder to shoot Tighnari a smirk, disguising the anguish you felt prior and the relief that he’s safe and next to you once again: “Hello, my love, did you miss me?” 

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“You’re so stubborn.” 

The exasperated statement is the first thing he hears as he stirs awake. The warm cloth resting against his forehead is soon replaced with a damp one, easing the dull throbbing rattling each corner and crevice of his mind. Next to him, the bed dips, and the unknown figure leans over to examine his injured body. Pulling himself from the depths of his dreamless sleep and adjusting his eyes to the blinding light that aggressively beams down on him, he groans. 

Upon awaking, he is starkly reminded of how absolutely exhausted he is: his body feels like lead, his limbs weary and sluggish, and there’s a persistent electric buzz that stings his skin. Gathering the last vestiges of his strength, he wills himself to rise. But just as he pushes against his elbows to lift his head and shoulders off the plush bed beneath him, two palms firmly press against his chest, which he now realises is bare, and steadily guides him back to his original reclined position. 

“I wouldn’t do anything hasty right now.” The fuzzy shapes amalgamate to form your beautiful, but extremely vexed, visage. You cross your arms and shoot a pointed look at the male: “Would it kill you to think about yourself for once? For such a talented student of the Amurta, you really are foolish sometimes.”

“Good morning, my love,” he whispers lackadaisically. 

“I’m still mad at you Tighnari.” Ouch, he’s on first name basis now. “I know that your patients are important to you but you need to tend to your injuries first. Do you know how long it took me to even get around to treating your wounds? Normal people don’t get struck by lightning and then just walk it off. Normal people don’t push themselves to the brink. I was so worried when you collapsed. With the lightning strike and the other injuries your body sustained, you were out for a few days.”

You exhale a shaky breath, “Please don’t scare me like that again. I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t so lucky this time. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” As you cup his cheek with your palm, your sleeves shift ever so slightly and he catches the foreign symbols sprawling down your arm, matching the lightning marks on his body. 

Silently, you settle next to him on the bed, laying your head next to him. He slowly regains his strength, just enough to pull his body closer to yours and gently rests himself against your chest. He preens contentedly as you weave your fingers through the strands of his two-toned hair. 

“I’m so sorry, my padisarah,” the vulpine morosely mumbles into your collarbone, listening to the metronome of your heartbeat. “I didn’t mean to worry you. Honestly, I thought it wasn’t too bad, at first, but I guess I should know my limits better than anyone.” Placing a chaste peck against your jaw, he whispers, “Thank you for saving me. You seem to always know whenever I’m in trouble. Should I start calling you my guardian angel? It seems like a rather fitting title for the celestial beauty that appears before me whenever I’m in a bind.”

Wistfully, you think of the chipped pawn that flickers between your fingers before it dematerialises into tiny shards of ivory light. But a smile eventually finds itself on your face as you glance at your husband, alive and safe, and back to you, back in your arms and in your embrace where destiny has decided preordained he will be. Somewhere that in the centuries you’ve roamed the mortal plane of Tevyat, you feel that maybe fate has blessed you with and is finally giving worth to your various sacrifices. 

You release a huff, “I know that you were concerned about Haypasia but please try to take care of yourself more in the future - I’m going to hold you to that. Anyways, if I was your guardian angel, you still probably wouldn’t listen to me. I might as well become your devil - then it would in character for me to punish you whenever you go against my words. How does that sound, my little darling?”

Guffawing, Tighnari snidely comments: “You, a devil? Oh, you’re being delusional, that definitely doesn’t suit you. You’re too sincere and benevolent for your own good - those two ideas are not compatible with one another - they’re like oil and water. Besides if you ever wanted to punish me,” he pauses, punctuating his statement with a light peck on the tip of your nose, peering into your eyes teasingly: “you’d have to catch me first.”

He catches a tsk leave your mouth as you rise from the bed. Soon, he registers the way the pillow dips underneath him and he soon finds both of your hands on each side of his head. Languidly, you hover over his form, caging his figure under your own with a familiar glint in your eye. 

“Is that a threat or a challenge, my love?” 

“Take it however you want dearest. I’d love to see you best me,” he purrs as a familiar syrupy sensation coagulates in his being and his arms instinctively wrap themselves around your neck. 

However, the fog that threatens to cloud his eyes is quickly dispelled by the acute bolt of pain that shoots across his chest and down to his hands, jolting himself violently away from you. 

Despite your sympathy towards the pitiful sight of him wincing and his ears flattening against his head, you chuckle: “Serves you right. Maybe you should have taken into account whether you would be physically fit enough to give into your carnal desires. I’ve been gone for months, surely you missed me in more ways than one, right dearest?”

He pathetically whines as the pain dissipates into a dull ache pulsating under each inch of muscle in his upper body: “But, please, my padisarah-” 

“Just when I was thinking about starting a family with you. I guess we can’t have any new additions when your in this sorry state.”

Abruptly, Tighnari freezes. A family? He remembers briefly mentioning it to when you were courting him whilst he was still a student of the Amurta and just a few weeks after your marriage. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to pressure you into starting one due to his responsibilities as a Forest Watcher and your various alchemical research projects. However, the fact that you’re ready for this next chapter of your lives fills the vulpine male with an insurmountable level of joy.

Impulsively, he pulls you down to him and esctatically rolls over your stunned form. “Are you serious? I’d love to! In fact, I think I’m feeling better already so why don’t we-”

You stop him in his tracks by pressing a finger against his lips: “Slow down ‘Nari,” you chastise, “you aren’t fully healed yet.”

“If that’s the case, then what about tomorrow?”

“No.”

“How about the day after that then?”

You shot back a reply in jest: “It’s not even February, why are you so eager?”

“Well since it’s you, I’m always eager to copulate-”

Embarrassed by the next words to leave his mouth, you exclaim: “Okay, I get it! You’re truly incorrigible. I don’t know how I can endure you and your high libido.”

“I, for one, think it’s because of my charming nature and irresistibly brilliant mind. How could you forget? You said so after-”

“Alright, alright, I give.” You pause to contemplate, sighing before continuing: “Fine, after assessing the severity of your injuries, you’ll be fine by next week.” At your words, you feel his tail softly swish from side-to-side and his ears perk up in elation.

Glancing at your husband, who now peers up at you endearingly, adorning an ebullient beam that you just can’t help but mirror and emanating an exuberant glow you’re glad to see return to him, you plant a kiss against his lips. “You’re such a handful but sometimes I wonder what I could have done to ever deserve you.”

Tighnari flushes at your words, a light pink dusting his cheeks: “I could say the same for you, my padisarah. I can’t believe life led me to you; I couldn’t imagine not having you or your blinding radiance by my side. I’m so grateful to have you as my partner - I don’t know if I could convey how much you mean to me. Well, I could but we may be here for a millenia.”

Warmly, you meet his gaze, staring into those beautiful viridian and hazel optics with your own, “We might have time for that don’t you think?” you remark cheekily, before tenderly announcing: “You’re my universe, Tighnari, I love you.”

“I love you too, my padisarah.”

Underneath the warm rays of the setting sun, Tighnari feels a wave of drowsiness wash over him, lulled to sleep by the rise and fall of your chest and the birdsong outside the open windows. Eventually, the tranquil sight of your beloved slumbeing against your bosom, the sound of the soft breeze entering the room you share, and the relief of being able to return to your home, your soulmate and your dearly missed routine, urges you to succumb to his warmth and doze underneath him.

Although you both don’t dream, you unconsciously catch glimpses of your future together. And you hope that it becomes more than that, that it becomes your reality. Because you wouldn’t want to live out an intangible dream, you want to carve out the next stage of your lives in the waking world. Because you suddenly feel that this is what you’ve always been fated to do. And for once you’re grateful that destiny has led you to him, the love of your life.

[sangoziethesimp]

Troubles Double | EULA LAWRENCE X FEM!READER

Eula Lawrence met Y/N, the child of the resident librarian, Lisa. Y/N is like her mother, a flirt, but Y/N is deeply in love to the Lawrence and them being together was hard due to Eula's family reason and it being a secret. How will our couple handle such problems?

In the heart of Mondstadt, where the wind whistled through the trees and the beauty of nature blended seamlessly with the magic of the land, there lived a remarkable family. Y/N was the beloved daughter of Lisa Minci, the astute and enigmatic librarian of the Knights of Favonius. Her days were often filled with the allure of books and the occasional adventure, exploring the wonders of Mondstadt.

But Y/N's life held a secret that was known only to a select few. She harbored deep feelings for Eula Lawrence, the fiercely elegant Spindrift Knight of Mondstadt. Their bond was more than a passing friendship; it was an affection that had grown quietly, away from prying eyes.

Their clandestine relationship bloomed in the quiet moments, stolen between their duties and responsibilities. Soft whispers shared in secluded spots, stolen glances that spoke volumes, and the unspoken understanding between two souls finding solace in each other's company.

However, secrets have a way of being uncovered, and fate often orchestrates its own course. Amber, Eula's outgoing and outspoken friend, stumbled upon their hidden affection. Shocked and unsure of what to do, Amber wrestled with the truth she had stumbled upon, torn between her loyalty to her friend and the secret she now held.

Unable to keep it to herself, Amber sought guidance from Lisa, unaware that she was Y/N's mother. With a mix of concern and care, Amber spilled the secret she had accidentally discovered, unaware of the intricate web she was now woven into.

Lisa listened attentively, her eyes holding a depth of understanding that came from both experience and wisdom. As Amber anxiously awaited a reaction, Lisa's serene voice filled the air. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Amber. I appreciate your honesty."

Then, with a gentle smile, Lisa revealed the unexpected truth, "Y/N is my daughter."

Amber was taken aback, her eyes widening in surprise. She hadn't anticipated this revelation, her mind racing to comprehend the situation. Lisa's calm demeanor, however, reassured her. "I understand that this may come as a shock, but I assure you, I support their relationship. Love knows no bounds, and it's a beautiful thing to find someone who understands and complements your soul."

Amber blinked, absorbing the weight of Lisa's words. She hadn't expected such acceptance, especially from someone as esteemed and composed as Lisa. "But won't they face hardships? Mondstadt might not be as accepting..."

Lisa's gaze softened as she placed a comforting hand on Amber's shoulder. "Yes, there might be challenges ahead. But love, dear Amber, often thrives even in the face of adversity. Y/N is strong and resilient, and I have faith in her ability to weather the storms that may come their way. The true question is, can the world handle the depth of their love?"

Amber pondered Lisa's words, struck by their profoundness. She realized the weight of what she'd stumbled upon, not just a secret romance but a tale of courage, love, and the resilience to defy societal norms.

Meanwhile, in a quaint corner of Mondstadt, Y/N and Eula found solace in each other's presence. Their shared moments were fleeting yet precious, a sanctuary away from the judging eyes of the world. Wrapped in a cocoon of affection, they reveled in the beauty of their love.

One day, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, Lisa approached Y/N with a serene smile. Y/N's heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and worry, unsure of what her mother might have discovered. But Lisa surprised her, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "My dear Y/N, I know about you and Eula."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, eyes wide with surprise and fear. But before she could utter a word, Lisa gently reassured her, "I'm not here to reprimand you. Your happiness means the world to me, and if Eula brings you that joy, then I am happy for you."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as she hugged her mother tightly, feeling an immense weight lift from her shoulders. Lisa's acceptance and support were the greatest gifts she could have hoped for.

Days turned into weeks, and their secret love continued to blossom, but this time, with a newfound sense of confidence and assurance. They faced the world hand in hand, ready to weather any storm that dared to challenge the purity and strength of their love.

In the midst of Mondstadt's whispers and raised eyebrows, Y/N and Eula stood tall, unwavering in their devotion. Together, they proved that love transcends boundaries, that the heart knows no constraints, and that in the end, true love prevails.

[contentloadingandstuff]

Can I get NSFW headcanons for Rosaria & Lisa?

NSFW Headcanons - Rosaria & Lisa

A/N: Hello, puppteer! My pleasure. Enjoy!

CW: CBT, pegging, estim, femdom, humiliation, M!Reader.

NSFW under the cut.

Rosaria is as horny and kinky as they come. 

She’s a switch with her whole being. She can be your cruel, sadistic dom, or your bratty sub. It all depends on her mood… which changes pretty often. 

Most of the time, Rosaria is frustrated. Frustrated by everything, from her job to the people surrounding her. And what better thing to take her frustration out on than your manhood? 

Rosaria had plenty of one night stands in the past, so she knows how to handle cock. She also has a very rich imagination. And in a scenario where she has you tied and at her mercy… those are not good things.

Rosaria played with a lot of men in the past, and she knows that the key to male torture is to go for the balls. 

Expect her to give them plenty of ‘love’. With hard and long squeezes, with her dull, metal claws nonetheless. The pain is unbearable, but she just can’t help but chuckle at the sight of your tears and your whining. Also, she likes flicks. Absolutely evil. 

Seeing her boy toy in pain is the biggest turn on for Rosaria. Her favorite thing to do is to tie your hands behind your back, put a ball crusher tightly over your nuts, and make you lick her out while she enjoys a cold glass of wine… a specific fantasy for sure, but what a hot one!

Expect her to use her feet on you a lot. But don’t get your hopes up - no footjobs. Just stomping on your dick and balls, placing her feet on your head, or moving them to your mouth for kissing… she doesn’t like feet, she just loves to humiliate you, and see just how pathetic you can get for just a few strokes to get you off.

When she’s too lazy to mess you up, she will lay on her stomach and spread. She doesn’t care much for her pussy, just for her ass being absolutely ravaged. Sometimes, she just wants to scream her soul out from a merciless fucking. 

Once she knows you can please her just right, expect to see the submissive side of her more. But don’t forget yourself, else… Mistress Rosaria will remind you of your place.

Oh, and the fishnets? Just rip them open. That said, whoever sells them must be a millionaire by now, seeing how much of them you two go through weekly. 

Her thirst is nearly bottomless. The only way to please her is to either give her a nice background of moans and groans of pain for jerking off to, or making her walk funny for a week.

What she doesn’t like is tying herself. She has severe trust issues, so bondage will be a thing for her only after she gets very comfortable.

The body part she likes the most? Your cock, of course. Second favorites are your thighs. They tremble so beautifully when she tortures you…

“Oh… does it hurt? Ha! Like I give a damn… now, spread wide for mistress…”

Her boring work at the library, coupled with the limited time she has, makes Lisa horny. Very horny. 

With all that time on her hands, she went through most of the books in the romance category. It’s by far her favorite genre - especially the more… heated novels. That made her quite kinky and creative in bed.

She is a pleasure dom with just a little hint of a mommy kink. She loves to see you moan and whine in ecstasy, and the knowledge that she is the one pleasuring you makes it worth all the effort. 

Her pleasure is secondary when you’re tied up beneath her, unless some tongue action is what turns you on. Normal sex is going to be out of the equation, since your dick will get quite busy with all of Lisa’s assets and equipment.

The woman has a large collection of toys, mainly geared towards taking care of your desires. From dildos for gentle pegging, just the right length and width to be pleasant but still exciting, to fleshlights in the most exotic of shapes.  

Toyjobs are her favorite way of making you cum your brains out, especially if she spices things up with her vision, and some good old edging torture. A hand-held pussy gives her much more control over the pace, and that’s useful for keeping you needy.

Loves to turn you into a mess with her vision. Give her a probe, a conductive cock ring and some pads and she’ll give you the best hands free orgasm of your life. She knows what’s just the right amount of stimulation to leave you both overwhelmed and begging for more.

On lazy days, when she just wants to care for her boy, she’ll offer her tits to suck on and her hand to keep your dick company. While she’s nursing you, soft words of affirmation and encouragement will fall into your ears. A good boy’s dream, that’s for sure.

The gloves stay on when she entertains you. Not because she is disgusted by you, but because it gives her a confidence boost.

Lisa is the queen of dirty talk. Whether she pegs you, edges you or gets her slit devoured, she finds just the right words to make the experience unforgettable.

This witch loves a flat, soft stomach. It feels great to stroke, and it looks so pretty with your cum all over it. 

She knows just how important your balls are, and how sensitive they can be. Expect just the gentlest touches and squeezes while she’s milking. She’s not afraid to worship them with her tongue and plush lips as well.

“No, you can’t come just yet, dear. Good things come to boys who wait, hehe…”

Thanks for reading!

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#2 Gay Panic

Jean & Lisa: We hardly slept last night...

Kaeya: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you!~

Jean: Who would be thinking about Lisa 7 Me at 3 a.m.?

FemY/n*gay panic*

Who here had their first Genshin Gay panic with Jean or Lisa?... Raise your hands!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Okay, okay how about Rosaria and Lisa with an s/o who is just unbeliavble lucky? Like, the opposite of Bennet.

(Genshin Impact) Rosaria and Lisa's S/O with an incredibly lucky S/O

READER, THE ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT-

Rosaria doesn't believe in fate or anything of the sort.

But after meeting S/O, she's now convinced there must be something out there with a twisted sense of humor.

There's S/O who can fall down the stairs but somehow land perfectly upright, find a pile of Mora that seemingly belonged to no one by a bush, or get a free meal by being the 100th customer that day.

And Sara didn't even do that kind of special at Good Hunter.

(S/O) "Man, that ladder was kind of close to landing on me. Good thing it bounced off that wall and completely away from me, despite the fact it was aiming at me. What luck!"

(Rosaria) "...That's sarcasm right? That has to be."

(S/O) "Hm? No, why?"

(Rosaria) "This is the third time this month."

She pointed behind S/O.

(Rosaria) "Plus, that means its the third time Bennett is underneath it.

A multitude of Knights and the construction worker was helping lift the ladder off of Bennett, who had the ladder land on top of him.

(Bennett) "O-Ow..."

She crossed her arms and looked at Bennett with genuine sympathy.

(Rosaria) "Baebutus really doesn't like that kid, but likes you for some reason."

(S/O) "Barbatos."

(Rosaria) "Same thing. Point still remains though. You're not just kinda lucky. You got the devil's luck."

(S/O) "You think so?"

(Rosaria) "I don't think. I know."

Lisa supposed there had to be some kind of balancing in act.

Poor Bennett would get hit by a falling book that she knew for a fact was secure on the shelf, and S/O would have that book land perfectly in front of them to the exact page they needed.

(Bennett) "Ow! What the?-"

(S/O) "...Oh, perfect! This can help me complete my study!"

Lisa watched with her jaw slightly agape, her tea threatening to spill over from her lack of focus.

(Lisa) "...But how?!"

She doesn't dare question what gives S/O their luck.

Part of her wants to research it, but is afraid of what the consequences of doing so would be.

On one hand, it does make it convenient when the tea leaves that's been out of stock for months suddenly comes back the moment S/O goes shopping.

But there's absolutely no way their luck was naturally that good ALL the time.

Bennett's terrible luck was comedic in a terrible way, but this was getting out of hand.

(Lisa) "That's perfect, now there's two of them..."

(S/O) "What's that, Lisa?"

(Lisa) sigh "Don't worry about it dear."

She simply goes back to drinking her tea, knowing better than to mess with the natural order.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Navia, Lisa,Beidou, Sara likes to rest their boobs on their S/Os head. S/O has a strong neck luckily

Them resting their breasts on readers head

characters: Navia / Lisa / Sara x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: nothing too suggestive. But it’s more than handholding, so consider yourself warned

a/n: Cut out Beidou bc I usually only write up to 3 characters per request and she was the one I had least of an idea what to write for.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Navia

Navia and you had a very physical relationship, from holding hands, hugging each other whenever you met or cuddling when it was just the two of you, you had long grown accustomed to it. And while you kept it to an absolute minimum when the two of you were at work, the same could not be said about whenever Navia visited your office while you were busy filling out whatever paperwork you had left.

Just as she wouldn’t want to be interrupted however, the Spina’s President made sure not to distract you from your own, either relaxing on the couch or helping you avoid becoming too bored with smalltalk. And yet sometimes, simply talking to you wasn’t enough. Navia moving closely behind you as she moved her arms around your neck and began leaning against your chair as the two of you continued to talk.

All the while a new weight would be placed upon your shoulders… or more specifically. Your head.

The first few times it happened, you became completely unable to focus on your work. You may have never been able to bring it over your heart to tell her, but the paperwork you spent the rest of your workday pretending to fill out cost you countless nights. And yet, you decided to keep your mouth shut, simply deciding to learn how to continue to work through it instead of confessing just how distracting it was.

Because, while you weren’t shameless enough to outright state it, you didn’t mind. Far from it.

“Did you take care of the pothole I asked you about?” Navia cut through the comfortable silence as she stole a glance down at whatever paper you were currently working on, and while her question may have been about work, you wouldn’t have been able to tell from her tone alone. Her voice sounding more as if she had just asked you about how your day had been than anything else. 

“I made sure it was fixed as quickly as possible”, answered, causing Navia to let out a small chuckle. You may have been reliable enough normally, but whenever she asked you to do something you gave everything you could possibly muster to make sure it was done as quickly and perfectly as possible. 

Almost subconsciously, Navia moved her hand to pat your head, only to quickly remember that it was already occupied when she looked down on your head, a sudden thought crossing her mind.

“Say, isn’t it distracting to have me hug you while you work?” She thought out loud, earning herself a confused hum in response before you quickly responded.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? You don’t need to worry about hurting my feelings-”

“I wasn’t trying to protect your feelings. It’s fine the way it is, no need to move”, you cut her off almost frantically, only for your ears to turn ever so slightly red as Navia stared at you in stunned silence.

And then she let out a small laugh before returning her arms around your neck.

“Alright.”

Lisa

You have always had a hard time believing Lisa would accidentally lean against you in such a way that her breasts ended up resting on your head, something only made more difficult with each time the librarian suddenly caught herself doing it. Especially since she never seemed to learn from her mistakes, the same scenario occurring each and every time you found yourself in an almost completely abandoned library.

Once upon a time, you were embarrassed whenever it happened. Your face would heat up as you nervously tried to decide whether to tell her or not, only for it to happen more frequently the more accentuated your reaction was. Those days had long since passed, and yet Lisa’s accidents were far from being a thing of the past.

And so, you weren’t all too surprised when you suddenly felt the familiar weight on your head, your eyes not leaving the book in your hand for even a moment as a brief greeting escaped your lips, too used to it all to care too much.

And yet it all changed when you heard the familiar creaking sound of the library’s door swinging open, your eyes widening when it became clear Lisa had no intention of moving.

Her teasing was one thing. Someone else seeing you like this however? That was a whole different story. One you preferred nobody to be able to tell.

“You had your fun Lisa. Can you stop for today?” You asked meekly, not wanting anyone to hear your slightly panicked voice.

“What are you talking about, my cutie?” Lisa asked innocently, only for you to hold back a sigh response.

“My head.” You responded sternly, only to receive a small chuckle from her.

“You didn’t seem to mind it before.”

“Because I know you’re going to do your thing. And we were alone before”, came your whisper, no longer being able to pretend your gaze was on the lines in your book as you scanned whatever surroundings you could see without having to move.

“Are you embarrassed?”

So that’s what this was about.

“Would you reposition yourself if I admitted that I was?” You asked, only to receive nothing but silence in response, a sigh escaping your lips before you once again opened your mouth.

“Yes, I am.”

And just like that, it was like a weight was lifted from your shoulders, literally, as Lisa sat down next to you, a book of her own in her hands as her eyes briefly scanned the title of yours.

“Oh, I haven’t read that one in a while. Mind letting me read it once you’re done?”

Sara

Whenever Sara and you went over possible tactics, time-schedules for operations or the next couple of days or simply tomorrow’s training you liked to remain seated in your chair, having whatever papers you were working on laid out in front of you as you filled them out. The general however, often found herself walking around the room when your meetings drew out, trying to keep her mind sharp as you discussed plans.

Today was one such days, and as you heard Sara pace around behind you, your gaze remained locked on the schedule in front of you, pen in hand as it was ready to be swung around to correct any mistakes or adjust the plans accordingly. Yet as you tried to follow her thoughts, you quickly found yourself losing her.

“Sara? You said we’d let the troops take a small break after the march, right?” You interrupted her, only to quickly receive a response in the form of an acknowledging hum, causing you to continue.

“Where is this march? I can’t find it anywhere in the schedule”, you asked again, only for Sara to quickly approach the desk from behind before leaning over from behind you and pointing at one of the papers, asking you something you’d wish you could understand.

And yet your mind had left the papers in front of you a long time ago, your face heating up ever so slightly as you felt a sudden new weight on your head.

“Does that answer your question?” Sara asked, only to receive no answer in response, confusion and a bit of worry overtaking her mind the longer you remained silent.

“Are you alright?” She broke the silence once again, causing you to quickly try to ease her worries, only for your nervous stutter to intensify them.

“Uhm. S-Sure!”

“Don’t lie to me. Look me in the face-”, Sara demanded as she looked down to see yours, only to quickly notice the problem herself. The general taking a large step backwards as her own face turned a deep red, struggling to regain her composure for several minutes of excruciating silence as neither of you said a word.

And then, finally. You broke it.

“...so the break. 90 Minutes?”

“An hour should be sufficient.”

[beruxyz]

'𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬'

- ʟɪꜱᴀ ᴍɪɴᴄɪ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ!ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

​- 🇷​​🇪​​🇶​​🇺​​🇪​​🇸​​🇹​​🇪​​🇩​ : ​🇳​​🇴​

- ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴡ/ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ-ᴜᴘ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴏᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ʟɪꜱᴀ, ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ

- "ɪ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ."

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.9K

Years have passed since you graduated from the Akademiya. Graduating with Lisa by your side, you had expected for both of you to become professors of your alma mater—but it was not meant to be.

Yet, when Lisa moved back to Mondstadt without any goodbyes. You had opted to fulfill the ambition that you had, fulfilling your dream as a professor.

You and a few other junior scholars were headed to Mondstadt, all of them being under your care as their professor, to research on the ley lines that seemed to have doubled in the nation's land. You were thankful when you did not see her in the busy streets of Mondstadt upon entering the city. Not really knowing where that.. witch may be at.

You simply wished to check the library after a day of spending time outside. The nation's infamous library under the Favonius's compartment, it was late afternoon and a quick skimming was in motion. Alas, luck was not on your side, unaware that Lisa was was the library's librarian.

“Why are you here?” Lisa inquired, raising a brow when she found you standing in the Favonius Library, merely gazing upon the architecture. “You shouldn't be here.” She firmly states, pursing her lips as she descended the stairs.

She reached forward, gripping your collar and pulling you close. “Go back to Sumeru. Mondstadt is not your place.” Lisa spoke with insistence, gripping the pristine condition of your collar.

"You can't tell me where I belong, Lisa." Y/N spoke softly whilst his expression calm yet his tone had a sharp edge to it. Tone signifying his unbridled hatred for the woman.

"I'm not here for you, Im here for a research material- will you let go?" Y/N asked with held back annoyance whilst his voice still soft as Lisa remembered. The male was already hating how close she was.

"Research material that you could have just asked for in a letter. You didn't have to come all the way here," Lisa snapped, her irritation growing. She held him at arms' length, her grip slowly loosening.

Her green eyes bored into his, trying to decipher his intentions. Her voice dropped, soft and almost pleading.

"You hate me, Y/N. Don't make excuses," she murmured, a hint of vulnerability lacing her words.

"Yes, I do, I do in fact hate you." The male agreed calmly, stating it as it was the world renowned fact that it is. The male looked straight at Lisa's green eyes, eyebrows furrowed together. "My students and I are here for a research towards ley lines, It involves actually travelling."

"Let go- My students can't see me being held up like a child by some librarian." Y/N huffed as he looked at the Library doors, already dreading the mere thought of it.

Lisa huffed, she knew it was uncharacteristic of her to just swoop down and grab the male by the collar. She slowly lowered him back to the ground, her fingers reluctantly letting go of his collar.

"You really haven't changed at all." She folded her arms, her gaze flickering toward the library doors before returning to him. "Still a stubborn, persistent little genius, huh?"

Her voice held a distant fondness, tinged with a touch of disappointment. She knew him all too well.

"Don't bring the past to this broken down.. association between the both of us." Y/N spoke calmly, voice soft once more as if he wasn't speaking daggers a few moments prior. The professor patted down his clothing, already sensing folds within it, and here he thought he could get into some late night reading.

Lisa let out a frustrated sigh, watching as Y/N straightened his clothing. Her eyes narrowed, analyzing the man in front of her. He had aged like she had, with a voice that could soothe or cut like a knife, a perfect example of the Akedemiya's seniors.

"Broken-down, is it?" she repeated, her voice filled with a touch of hurt. "Is that all I am now, Y/N? A broken-down connection from the past?"

"You were nothing more but an obstacle. Perhaps an obstacle I should have never.. Aligned my futures with." He spoke bluntly but a tinged of betrayal was on his voice as he turned his back on Lisa, going towards one of the bookshelves as if he owned the damn place.

Lisa's eyes widened at Y/N's words, his bluntness stinging like a lash from a whip. The air between them crackled with tension. She followed after him, her footsteps sharp against the hardwood floor. "An obstacle? Is that all I was to you? A hindrance on your path to greatness?"

She positioned herself in front of him, blocking his path to the bookshelf. She looked up at him directly in the eye, her voice low and intense. "You truly never change, do you? Always so focused on your own ambitions, never considering others."

"You broke my trust. Just, stop. I don't enjoy where this conversation has led the both of us." Y/N spoke dismissively, a frown on his face that was ever always blank and uncaring, like a true senior of Akademiya.

Lisa bristled at his dismissive tone, her eyes narrowing at his dismissal of their past. "Broke your trust, is that it? So that's what this is all about? Your hurt pride?" she retorted, her voice edged with a mix of anger and frustration.

"I left to pursue my own path, Y/N. Just like you pursued your path. Yet, you hold onto a grudge like a petulant child." She folded her arms, her stance firm.

"Am I so wrong to think you truly wished to be a professor with me?" He asked, voice unwavering as he glared at Lisa. He never truly should have.. Befriended a rival, why bother he should have thought.

He hated mistakes.

"You lied to me. You told me you'd become a professor with me. Is it so wrong to... To dislike someone that broke that singular notion we both had?"

"I lied?" Lisa echoed, her voice rising in volume. "You think I led you on to toy with you? Is that what you believe?"

She stepped forward, her eyes blazing with an intensity. "I did want to be a professor, just like you. But my aspirations and paths changed." She jabbed her finger in his chest, her voice sharp and biting.

"I never lied to you, Y/N. I went where my heart led me. Why can't you understand that?"

"Because I can't! I don't understand how you work, Should I have researched and built a mind reading machine?" Y/N asked sarcastically, turning his head away to look somewhere else, anything but this woman, this obstacle that still haunted him till this day.

Lisa let out a bitter laugh at his sarcastic remark, her patience wearing thin. "Oh, so now it's my fault that you can't understand me? Because you can't comprehend a single emotion beyond your own stubborn ambition?"

She closed the distance between them, grabbing his chin between her fingers and forcefully turning his face to her. "Maybe you should've built a heart instead, genius." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Y/N just glared at Lisa, not enjoying how he has been cornered. Just like how he always seemed to be cornered when Lisa would always top him from everything he did, why was she just so.. Better. Maybe his hatefulness was obsessive but he couldn't careless at this point.

"Um... P-Professor?" A timid voice spoke from beside them, One of Y/N's juniors. The smartest yet most timid one thus far.

Y/N slapped away Lisa's hand on his chin, harshly. Y/N's demeanor seemed to have shifted from utter unbridled anger to a compassionate and understanding Senior. "Yes?"

"...We had bought at extra room for you in an inn nearby.. I just wanted to bring you the key of the room.." The student spoke as he shifted slightly, putting the key on top of Y/N's already open palms.

"Thank you. You may go back, you all have to be early tomorrow." Y/N spoke with authority and softness, putting the key inside his pocket. The scholar just nodded before hurriedly leaving the library, albeit stumbling a bit on the stairs.

She watched as he transformed from an angry rival to a caring professor, a stark contrast that baffled her. Her thoughts raced as she observed him interact with his student.

Part of her felt a pang of jealousy, wondering if Y/N had always been softer with his students than he had ever been with her.

"Quite the soft touch you have there with your students," she commented, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Perhaps you should've saved a bit of that kindness for me."

"Let's not wish for something that will never happen." Y/N spoke bluntly the moment the student was out of the library. He huffed before turning to look at some of the books inside the shelves, already ignoring Lisa that was just across the room.

Lisa crossed her arms, the silence between them taut and loaded with tension. She watched as he browsed the bookshelves, her irritation growing. His indifference was just as infuriating as the day he last saw her.

"You really haven't changed a bit," she muttered, her voice low. "Still a closed-off, stubborn genius. But I suppose I should've expected as much."

"And you did not change. In the slightest. Still the ever annoying, bull-headed, witch that stood in my way. Although I suppose it would be a miracle if you did change." Y/N spoke with a taunting tone. Despite his back current facing Lisa, she could practically hear the sarcastic smug grin on his face as he took out one of the books from the shelf.

Lisa bit back a sharp retort, her jaw clenching. "Annoying, bull-headed witch? Is that the picture of me burned into your brain?" She stalked closer to him, her steps deliberate and controlled.

"Oh please don't tell me you think you are always inside my mind." He countered, Lisa could already sense the professor rolling his eyes.

"Tell me, Y/N, have you ever looked at me and seen more than just an obstacle?"

"Perhaps once, I thought of you as more than just a mere dust on my clothing." He admitted, which was already suffice enough. The stuck-up professor never had once revealed anything else besides his ambitions.

"Ah, a rare moment of vulnerability from the great Y/N." Lisa replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her heart fluttered for a split second as he admitted his true feelings, but she quickly pushed that aside. She took a step closer until she was practically leaning over his shoulder.

"And now?" She questioned, her voice a mix of curiosity and longing. "How do you see me now?"

"A witch that knows too much about me. You should have stayed in the past, and I should have never agreed to this little research." The male spoke calmly, his lithe fingers flipping the pages of the book. It's as if the male was more enamored by the book in his hands than the Librarian of the place he stood in.

Lisa clenched her fists, his callous words stung deeply, and yet she kept her voice steady. "And you still haven't answered my question," she pressed on, her gaze fixed on his back. "How do you see me?"

Her heart ached at his disinterest. She longed to shake him, make him look at her as he did in the past. But he was cold, distant, as if their past meant nothing to him.

"...Stupid, annoying, persistent, and.. beguiling. I suppose.." He spoke calmly, trailing off and about on his words as he tried to find the exact words that seemed to just radiate Lisa as a whole.

Lisa's breath hitched at his description. Stupid, annoying, persistent, and beguiling. She could handle the insults, but the slight compliment sent a flutter through her chest.

She was quiet for a moment, wrestling with her tumultuous emotions. Then, she finally mustered the courage to speak. "And what if I don't want to stay in the past? What if I want to be a part of your present?"

"What? Do what you want, persistent pest. I've already built walls tall enough for your tactics. You've broken down my walls before, and I don't make the same mistake twice." Y/N spoke calmly, snapping the book close, the sound of it echoing against the quiet and lonesome library.

Lisa's eyes narrowed at his words. "How arrogant."

She stepped around to be face to face with him, her anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. Her eyes met his, filled with a challenge. "You think you can keep me out forever? You may have built your walls but I still know you, Y/N. I understand you, whether you like it or not."

"No, you don't. You don't understand me, years of not seeing each other and you expect my likes to be the same? Everything I once liked have all been in the dumpster the moment you left, I've never looked at it the same way I have had." He spoke candidly, putting the book back in the shelf as he glanced to see Lisa bristling in annoyance and guilt.

"The moment you left." It felt like a dagger to her chest, but she stood her ground, her expression hardening.

"Yes, I left. I followed my own path, my own dreams. But was I supposed to wait for you to give me permission to do so?" She retorted, her voice biting. "Did you ever even think of asking me? Or were you too blinded by your ambition?"

Y/N looked offended and saddened at her words but quickly retorted back.

"Of course, so when I choose the path that I had so desired from the start I'm suddenly portrayed as blinded. You changing your desires had suddenly made you the hero, isn't that oh. so. right?" Y/N asked sarcastically, tone sharp as a knife as he desperately clawed and tried to hide his true feelings, patting down his clothing as he glared at Lisa with no true hate in it.

Her eyes sparked with a mix of pain and frustration. "I'm not trying to play the hero here, Y/N. I'm simply living my life, on my terms."

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "I never asked you to change your path, but did you ever consider how I felt? Did you think about how your ambition overshadowed everything else?"

Lisa paused, her hand gripping the edge of the bookshelf, her knuckles turning white. "We were friends once, weren't we? Or did that mean nothing to you?"

The male looked at Lisa, hesitating if he wanted to be truthful and vulnerable or lie through his teeth and step back inside his walls. "You- You meant nothing to me." You meant everything to me is what he wanted to say, guilt already clawing him down.

If he was his old, scholar self, he would have already apologized, saying how he had not meant those words, his naive, stupid and dense past self would have done it. But he has said and Archon's sake he decided to back down now.

The words echoed in Lisa's ears, each syllable like a dagger through her heart. She had expected an argument, a fight, but not this.

"You're lying," she whispered, her eyes searching his face for any hint of truth. "You're lying to both of us."

She took a step closer, her chest tight. "I know you better than anyone, Y/N. I can read you like a book, even when you're trying to hide behind those walls."

"Stop pushing me away," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Stop pretending like I don't mean anything to you. We both know that's not true." 

"And yet you believe every word I have said until now." He spoke gently, his voice hesitating to be soft even for the slightest moment. As if he decided to speak any softer Lisa would scurry away and leave, leave him again like she had done. Walls he'd built up to this point all meant nothing, Lisa was just... breaking everything that he had so carefully crafted. 

"Because I know you're afraid," she replied, her voice firm. "You're afraid to let me back in, to admit you've missed me, to feel vulnerable. But hiding behind your walls won't change anything." 

Lisa touched Y/N's chest, looking at him before fully pressing against it, feeling the steady thrum of his heart. "This," she said, pressing her palm against his chest, "feels the same as it always did." 

"...I can't let you back in Lisa." Y/N said hesitantly, his words cutting through Lisa as he put his hand on top of hers that were currently pressing his chest. "Years of not seeing you, speaking through half written letters.. I can't bring myself to.. to forgive you so easily like this."

"I know, I know. And from the bottom of my heart, I truly never meant to leave you." Lisa muttered; her voice ever so soft as she looked at Y/N's hand on top of hers. A small smile making it past her solemn expression. "But I will wait for you. I've waited for you for so long, you'll let me in.. right? please?"

"I... I will. Please let me heal the wounds that has yet to cover itself up."

"I will wait however long you wish."

- Hellooo, so it's been a while. i do apologize that it's male reader, I know i try to write exclusively for everyone regardless of gender but my gender dysmorphia decided to be at an all time high haha. no worries Im fine but thanks to all those people that are still following despite how rarely I post, I do apologize about it really. This is longer than usual so please enjoy :]

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘩-𝘣𝘺𝘦

[sumeru-academy]

Cherry chapstick.

synopsis: you share your lip gloss with them in a creative way.

character(s): sara, yae, lisa. (seperate)

warning(s): kissing. lots of kissing. vague mentions of making out.

note(s): female reader, modern au.

P.S: Did you know frogs can pop their eyeballs inward and into their mouths? Apparently it helps them chew. Fascinating. 

⎯⎯mod angel 🎐

KUJOU SARA

“Are you ready to go yet?” Sara’s impatient tone almost made you jerk your hand away again. The lip gloss close to smearing off your lips, and threatening to make you look like someone who had bad motor skills whilst applying makeup in the back of a bumpy van. 

“Sara...! You almost made me smudge,” you cautiously dabbed at the small corner of your lips, your girlfriend only rolling her eyes at this action and lightly prodding at your cheek. “We’re getting late, Y/N. Miko will talk my ear off if we show up late to her party again. You know how she is.”

“I know, I know. I just wanna look hot!” Sara scrunched her nose at this statement. “You’re already hot. Now come on—”

Lightly grabbing your wrist, you had just finished applying the final touches before turning to face your lover fully. Your goth girlfriend freezing in place as she stared at the thin layer of glimmer that accentuated your lips. Wow, you were right. You did look hot.

“Eyes up here babe,” you teased as you watched Sara clear her throat awkwardly. 

“I...I wasn’t—”

“Yeah yeah I know. Like it at least?”

“More than like. You look gorgeous.”

Now it was your turn to get all gushy mushy as you swatted your hands in giddiness. “Pff, I’m glad. Because I’m gonna apply it to you next!”

“Excuse me—”

“Lesbian straddle party!”

You tackled your girlfriend to the bed and made her lie down without messing up her outfit. Sara looking like she both expected and unexpected this considering how long you two had been dating. 

“Get off me.”

“Shut up you’ll look cute.”

Leaning down towards her face, you conjured up the biggest, most teary puppy-dog eyes you could muster and even stuck your lip out in your signature toddler-like pout. “Pleaseeee Sara? Let your cutesy wutesy gf apply lip gloss to you?”

With a perfectly timed lip quiver, you watched as your girlfriend’s tough façade crumbled like Wall Maria. Her narrowed eyes proving no match for your ‘cutesy wutesy’ stare that could make any man succumb to their grave in a fit of tears and squeals. 

“...Fine.” Sara pressed a finger to your lips before you could shout, “But promise me you’ll make it quick. Okay? I have to go start the car.”

“Deal!”

You uncapped the tube of lip gloss and watched as Sara shifted bashfully under your body. She wasn’t used to this compromising position, even though it was totally harmless and innocent. 

Lol. 

“Is it flavored?” Sara asked nonchalantly, trying to not-so-subtly stare at the shimmery coating of your lips. 

“You’ll find out in a second,” you grinned. 

Sara watched as you applied another layer of lip gloss to yourself, and quirked a brow up in confusion. You already had a full fresh coat of lip gloss applied, so why would you—

And then you leaned down and pressed your lips against hers. The stickiness of the lip gloss transferring to her skin as you innocently moved your lips away with a faux doe-like smile. 

Cherry. 

Sara felt her cheeks warm up at the taste. 

It tastes like cherry.

“Like it?” you breathed out a giggle at her reaction. 

“Yes...” Sara then brought your hand up to her face and lightly kissed your palm. 

“Though, I think a second coat is needed. You know, to make it more visible.”

YAE MIKO

“Seems like Sara and her girlfriend are going to be late again...” Miko stared judgingly at the text on her phone, stating that the couple might be held up in “traffic” and won’t be able to make it for another half hour. The various little typos and quick lowercase spelling being an obvious sign that the two of them weren’t going to be late due to traffic. Oh Sara, Miko knew better. Miko always knew better. 

“Typical of them,” you smiled in the mirror as you continued to apply your mascara. Miko only smiling in the reflection of the mirror and walking up to wrap her arms around you affectionately. 

“Mm...but at least my pretty girl won’t keep me waiting, right?” Miko’s coy smile flashed beside you in the mirror. Her hushed whispers tickling the outer shell of your ear as you jabbed your mascara tube against her nose to keep her from kissing you.

“Away from the makeup, Miko. Away, away.”

You shooed her away with another jab to the nose. Miko’s face scrunching up adorably before swatting your hand away in annoyance. 

“Ugh. Am I not allowed to smooch my darling anymore?” Miko’s face mimicked that of a disappointed child. 

“Not when you’re getting lipstick stains all over my face.”

“Oh come on. You love it.”

“Lies. Lies I say,” you turned back to face the mirror and ignored the suggestive faces Miko was making in the reflection of the mirror. Little puckering noises coming from her lips and further agitating you as you pulled out a tube of lip gloss. “Miko, if you keep making out with the air, I’m going to think you’re cheating on me.”

“Awe, but I’d never cheat on a steal like you,” Miko grinned flirtatiously. 

“I know, I know, I’m too hot to lose,” you chuckled, starting to swipe lip gloss over your lips and catching the attention of the curious kitsune. “Is that a new lip gloss?” she asked with piqued interest, your smirk in the mirror saying yes. 

“Mhm. Got it from Nephora just the other day. Wanna try it?”

Miko stared at the shimmery lip gloss over your lips and nodded. Seemingly entranced with how extra enticing you looked in this new shade of color. “Looks cute. I’ll go wipe off my own.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that Miko,” you chuckled menacingly. 

“Ah...I beg your pardon--”

With two quick strides against the hardwood of your house, you grabbed your girlfriend by the collar of her dress and kissed her. Hard. The sweet and slightly sour burn of lip gloss being all the kitsune could taste from your lips as her ears rocketed to the sky in both shock and adoration. 

‘Oh...Oh wow...’

It was really funny. And cute. Her ears standing as straight as her posture as she quickly kissed back. Trying to get back at you before you inevitably pulled away. 

“Hah! Your face...!” you giggled, wiping away a bit of smeared lip gloss from her cheek. Miko fortunately bouncing back from your little stunt and getting right back into her teasing game.

“Hm, you’re right, you got it all over me.” She smirked, watching you raise a brow in confusion. 

“I think I should do it this time. A bit more precisely and neater.”

LISA MINCI

“Something smells good, and it’s not just the food...”

Lisa’s airy chuckle met with your reply as she stirred tonight’s dinner around in a pan. “Hm, thanks cutie, it’s a new perfume brand I got just the other day. It’s supposed to smell like wildflowers and honey, but let’s be honest, you’re the only honey I really need.”

“How very cottagecore lesbian of you,” you chuckled, your wife only smiling in reply as she took a quick glance at you from behind. The faint sparkle of sweet lip gloss not going unnoticed by the librarian’s trained eye. “Touched yourself up for tonight?” Lisa’s teasing demeanor returned, switching off the stove and carrying tonight’s pasta dinner to a bowl.  

“It’s only fair that I pair my new lip gloss with your new perfume. You’re not the only one who can dress to impress,” you walked over to the cabinets and began grabbing plates to set up for tonight’s special dinner date. The fancy ones, as tonight was wine night and both you and Lisa loved wine night. 

“Mm, you don’t need to impress me sweetheart, you could’ve shown up in sweats and a T-shirt and I still would’ve found you sexy.”

“Drinking wine in sweatpants does not seem very sexy to me,” you scoffed, playfully shouldering her as you started setting up the silverware. 

“Mm...it could work with you...” Lisa smiled, going over to toss up the salad, “Hey, do you think I could borrow that lip gloss you used? Looks super cute, plus we’d match!” 

“Oh sure! Hold on...” setting down the last fork, you made your way over to your makeup bag and got the tube in hand. Staring at the shimmery cylinder with awe before an idea struck you like a discus to Hyacinthus. 

‘Hah, she won’t know what hit her.’

Just like Hyacinthus--

Clutching the tube with newfound mischief, you applied another layer to your lips and made a popping sound to even it out. Walking towards your busied wife who was adding some ranch, and tapping her shoulder with a smirk on your lips.

“I got it.”

“Oh, thanks cutie,” not even looking in your direction, Lisa stuck out her hand with the intentions of just receiving the lip gloss tube. Of course, these weren’t your intentions as you grabbed her hand and pulled her towards you. Your now stunned wife gasping in shock when you planted a sweet yet not long enough kiss to smear the lip gloss just how she wanted. 

“Oh!”

Pulling away before she could lean in for more, you deviously licked away the lip gloss from the corner of your lip and chuckled. “A little payback for always messing with me. Like the shade?”

Lisa suddenly grabbed your arms and leaned back in to kiss you, savoring the sticky texture of gloss as you panicked and instantly lost your cool. 

“Uh? Hello? Dinner?”

“Dinner can wait.”

[thelost-in-time]

hii!! may i request beidou, lisa and eula with a reader who doesn't show much emotions, please? english isn't my first langauge so i apologize if this doesn't make sense. have a nice day!

Hi, Anon! Thank you for your request ^^

But also, I wanted to add Ningguang, Zhongli, and Xiao if that's alright?

If anyone has any issues about me adding characters, please specify in your requests, because I'll usually add more. And requests are open again.

Ice Cold

How Beidou, Lisa, Eula, Ningguang, Zhongli, and Xiao would act with a reader who doesn't show much emotions

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff (and a sprinkle of angst for Eula)

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Beidou

Captain Beidou of the Crux had met a lot of different people and probably every type of person

So having you not show a lot of emotions? She's not as unnerved by it as one may think.

Seeing that you don't show as much emotions as others, she finds you interesting.

Time previously spent trying to beat Ningguang in chess is now spent with you.

She can pick up when you're happy, when you're sad and more.

"Hey, look who it is. You seem quite thrilled today. Care to share?"

"Oh? Well, I guess I am feeling good today."

And she listens as you talk about what it was you saw.

It may have made the Crux confused at one point.

Seeing you talk about something while showing no emotions, but now they're used to it.

They look forward to it.

Beidou takes you places with her to introduce you to new sights that may interest you.

If you speak in a monotonous tone as well, that further intrigues her.

But she gets it.

She assumes you're doing this to not appear vulnerable to people to protect your heart.

And she relates to that.

But if that's not the case, then she just finds it rather cute as well. All the subtle signs you show.

And yet showing no emotions at the same time.

Honestly more attracted to spending time with you because of how you are.

'How unique you are.' As she puts it, but she doesn't mean anything bad by it at all.

But on nights when Beidou's mind lingers on the past, she doesn't seek you out.

She's instead focusing on the ocean, before catching a glimpse of you.

A smile graces her lips as your emotionless face saves her from her thoughts.

"Hey there, partner. You have something on your mind?"

And if you ever hug her to physically show her your concern.

Well.

She'll be clinging to you that night, and returning the favour in the morning.

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Lisa

"Hey there, cutie. I see you've come to give me a visit."

Lisa says in her classic flirtatious tone and a wink thrown to you.

And she's amused when there's no sight of embarrassment coming from you.

Not even your cheeks heating up when she caresses your face, cooing at how adorable you are.

Lisa sees you as completely the opposite of her, but that's what she loves most about you.

Feels like you balance each other out, and is the type of person to go like that one meme.

"My partner asked for no *insert food item here* and now you're in for a little shock."

Very attentive to you though, especially since you're not usually showing much emotion.

The last thing she wants is to make you spiral when you're already hurting.

Lisa thinks it's honestly impressive that you're not very emotional.

She thinks it's beneficial for you to not show much emotion as well, despite the struggle.

She can and will shock anyone who insults you.

She's not one to mess with, especially when it comes to you, someone she cares about.

Whatever emotion you don't show, Lisa will show it for you. That makes no sense but I mean that she is in sync with you.

If you're happy, she's happy, if you're mad, she's mad, if you're— you get the idea.

Kaeya loves to tease you for being emotionless (with your permission), and Lisa loves to give him little shocks when he does that.

Jean.... she's Lisa's best friend, but Lisa won't even show her mercy if she scolds you for being emotionless.

If it's not something you can help, sparks will fly in a bad way when someone mocks you.

If it is something you can help, sparks will still fly in a bad way when someone mocks you for it.

"Oh cutie, nobody who insults you should be expected to get away without some static shocks."

Literally.

Her shocks are harmless enough to be static shocks for the entire day.

Still super annoying and painful (or... shocking) though.

Safe to say that people get the message.

And you? Well, you are still the center of her affections.

"Cutie, how ever do you manage to not get flustered by my flirts? Hmm?"

Wonders if you're secretly embarrassed deep down but just can't show it.

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Eula

The Queen of hiding her true feelings behind a mask of irritation or anger.

Breaking apart every single day, but nobody can tell.

That's why she completely understands you when she sees you're emotionless.

She's more understanding of how you're feeling than Lisa because she's the same.

Sixth sense for your emotions, even when you're not with her.

"Something's not right. I can feel it."

Eula goes through her day showing no emotions, but cries alone in her bed at night when nobody is around.

Her chest heavy as she sobs, trying to be quiet as she's under her blanket, releasing her pain.

What makes you think she won't help you when you're in pain but don't show it?

She'd never want you to suffer like her, so anytime you're feeling down but can't show it, she hugs you.

Eula is also most likely the only one to ask you whether you've not been showing emotions since your childhood, or if it's a more recent matter.

If you say it's from your childhood, Eula holds back tears, and instead hugs you.

Because Eula Lawrence had a strained relationship with her family growing up, causing her to distrust and have a strong resentment to adults.

Hence why she too, had to hide her emotions as a child.

But if you say that it's more recent (since adulthood or your teenage years), she's still concerned, but doesn't sob.

If you happen to live with Eula and catch her during her nightly breakdowns and comfort her?

She in love with you. Like, even more than she already was, even if you have no emotion when comforting her.

She knows. She knows you're worried, and she's happy you're with her.

So, Eula also likes to give you little gifts too. Whether she bought it, or she made it, she likes knowing it makes you happy.

Eula loves dancing with you. And singing with you at random times.

She doesn't miss the slightest surprise that emits from you when she suddenly pulls you close to dance.

Nor does she miss the slightest smile that almost spills onto your face that's almost invisible when she randomly sings along to a song.

"Come on, my love, please dance with me."

She asks with a smile once you two are alone out at a scenic place.

Her eyes will sparkle and a genuine smile breaks out on her face when she's with you.

She knows.

You're not as ice cold as others claim you to be.

For a heart of ice, is just a shield to protect itself.

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Ningguang

Asks you if you've ever considered doing business, especially by her side, because you not showing your emotions is an advantage.

No? Okay, no issue. She's fine with having to keep you all to herself anyway.

Ningguang, listen here for a moment, has many talents.

This woman can do anything and everything.

She bakes for you.

You heard me right.

Ningguang bakes goodies for you, because she wants to keep you happy.

She may like money (or still mora if we canon), but she knows the value of homemade stuff too.

She doesn't wanna half-ass anything when it comes to you, so baked goods for you are what she adores.

She will buy things for you, don't get me wrong, but she mostly bakes for you.

You are the only one who can get Ningguang in the kitchen tbh

"Darling, doll, my beloved. Do you want to taste this to see if it's too your liking?"

She will hold you a spoon of something with a smile on her face to feed you.

She's not trying to fluster you or anything, but if she senses you're slightly flustered, she won.

Ningguang is just as bad as Lisa at trying to flirt with you to make you fluster or happy.

She's just more subtle about it.

But she also wants to see a mischievous look on your face too, or even hear a mischievous tone in your voice

Encourages you to tease her back, she wants to surprise people who make her blood boil.

They make her blood boil by acting as if you're not a normal person, so if you ever tease her in public?

She's both blushing, and relishing in their surprised expression at your monotonous way of teasing her.

"If you ever say anything hurtful to my beloved partner, remember that Lady Ningguang is a powerful woman."

She's threatening them while covering your ears so you don't hear her words.

And people won't harass you because they know that Lady Ningguang is not just bark and no bite.

No, she's all bite and less bark.

But she gives you an innocent look as if nothing happened, asking you if you want her to make you some ice-cream.

.

Zhongli

"Geo daddy" according to some people and "Geo grandpa" to others.

But to Venti? He is "rocks for brains"

Yet even this rocks for brains will smile fondly at you looking at something of interest with an emotionless face.

"Ah, my gem, you seem to like this. Let me tell you more about it."

He says, acting like he hasn't gotten hold of Childe's wallet— he brought his own wallet for once?

He uses his own money to buy you a few things, happy at your interest and your own happiness.

Mr Zhongli gives you the warmest hugs when he senses you're down, holding you to his chest and staying silent.

Yeah, you still have to remind him to not forget his wallet though, like "Zhongli, leave Childe alone. Get your actual wallet please."

Zhongli, most of the time, forgets that you don't really show much emotions.

He just doesn't even notice you're completely blanked face until Childe asks him.

"Mr Zhongli, have I offended your partner? I'm seeing absolutely no reaction to what I said."

"No, Childe, my partner just doesn't show much emotions most of the time. I assure you, my gem is more amused than anything else by you."

Constantly tells you he loves you while looking in your dull eyes, finding it the most stunning thing ever.

Your eyes may seem dull to everyone, but Zhongli sees your eyes as having the light of the stars.

Or just reflecting the light of the stars.

Zhongli, Mr gentleman over here, will look at you after you tug his arm to get his attention, and give you his jacket.

He knows your social cues too, if you're one of those quiet people who have trouble showing emotions.

Asks you what he should cook for you, and suggests stuff if you're unsure.

Alternatively, he likes to try your stuff (if you cook or bake) because not only is he fond of your culinary skills, he also likes seeing the light in your eyes when he tries your food.

You could feed this man burnt toast and he will still tell you that it's delicious.

"Zhongli, that's a piece of burnt toast, how is it delicious?"

"Because you made it especially for me, dearest."

"That's not an excuse."

"...I just like the taste of burnt toast?"

.

Xiao

Modern Xiao, who is friends with modern Venti, now wants to punch modern Venti.

Why?

Because modern Venti, being interested into anime as he and Xiao are, asked if you're a kuudere

"Venti, you idiot! Don't be rude to my partner!"

Xiao adores the everlasting heck out of you, and you not showing much emotions isn't stopping him.

Xiao will reassure you that he loves nobody except you, if you ask if he prefers a more expressive partner.

"Honey, I don't care if you're expressive or not. I love you as you are, you're perfect."

He's the biggest cinnamon roll ever, always looking for subtle cues about how you feel, and actually asking you about how you feel.

Honestly, Xiao seeing you expressionless wouldn't phase him at all.

He, like Eula, shows mostly irritation over other emotions because conveying emotions is hard for him.

Xiao can and will point out when you're teasing him, but he loves it.

"Hey, Xiao? You know have a leaf in your hair, right?"

"Wait what? How? When? I— you're teasing me, aren't you?"

No, he doesn't say you have no respect for the Adepti if you tease him or fluster him.

He does say that you're bold to try such a stunt, though.

Nightmares.

Xiao has nightmares sometimes, and he seeks you out for comfort.

He knows you may be concerned and trying to comfort him, and he does feel comforted by you.

When Xiao panics, he needs someone to be calm to ground him.

You being unable to show emotions help him to be grounded.

He loves you even more in those moments, because he trusts you to catch him if he slips up

Hand holding with Xiao is you being the same as ever to everyone, expressionless.

Xiao likes to keep it to himself that you initiated the hand holding (unless asked about it, then he says so)

And he does this because he can just gaze at you with a lovestruck look without you noticing.

He thinks you're not noticing, but part of him knows that you know.

"I know you're not ice cold. You just have a hard time expressing yourself, and that's okay. I love you, and you're perfect."

.

End

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[pristine-rose]

Bubble pop electric

⊹ characters : lisa minci, yae miko, kujou sara (separate)

⊹ synopsis : “let’s go to a drive-in movie!”

⊹ warnings : modern au, reader is wearing a skirt, backseat car sex, semi public, scissoring (lisa), oral (miko), fingering (miko & sara), sub reader (lisa & miko), dom reader (sara)

⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), not beta read

gwen stefani’s “bubble pop electric.” haha get it bc they’re all electro. if you saw this same prompt for another fandom in another blog, that’s my old one but don’t tell anyone

⊹ LISA MINCI

“Oh?” Lisa voiced in mock surprise. “So this is what you wanted?”

You smiled slyly up at her from your position—laying down on your back across the seats of the car, one leg bent with your most private areas exposed under your skirt. She threw you a faux look of disappointment from above you. You left her no other position to be in, other than between your legs, of course.

Lisa sighed, “And here I thought we were actually going to watch a movie…”

“Am I less entertaining than some silly romcom?” you scoffed. “I offer myself to you, and you instead express interest on some cheap film.”

She let out a laugh at your sarcasm, lifting your skirt higher as some sort of compensation for her earlier comment.

“No, no,” she smiled. “I just thought it was cute of you to go out of your way to do this… Setting up an entire drive-in movie date just to give your body to me in the backseats.” She spoke calmly and teasingly as always, though it was obvious to you from the way her hands shook that she was aroused.

Perhaps it was because of the setting, or perhaps it was because someone could peek inside at any moment—but Lisa’s excited hands were quick to remove only the clothes and undergarments that covered her lower areas. Since her sitting position still made her visible through the window, she figured she’d keep her top on. She positioned herself with one leg over your own almost immediately, sitting with her core on your thigh.

“You sure about this, though?” she asked once before beginning. “I’d hate for you to be embarrassed if someone looked in through the window.”

“No one can even see me laying here unless they really peek inside,” you waved off. “Plus,” you began with a grin, “seeing you through the window should give them enough of a hint, don’t you think?”

She leaned down once to give a quick kiss, muttering, “With the way I’ll be looking at you tonight, they absolutely will.”

Amongst the muffled sounds of the movie playing in the back, she lifted herself before planting her core between your already wet one. Aw, poor you—she figured you must’ve been aroused the entire way here. How cute she is, Lisa thought to herself as she slowly began grinding, to do this in the most silly of places.

Lisa watched with a smile as you began moaning, losing yourself with the feel of her clit rubbing erotically against your own. You looked just the same as when you were under her in your bedroom last night, and she found joy in the way you still indulged in her all the same. Even here in this cheap dump of a drive-in movie, where other couples were probably doing similar acts; even here in this tight space of a car, where you both can’t even move properly; even here, just because it was her fucking you, and no one else.

You’re eyes were closed as you moaned out her name. Did you really not care if anyone looked through? Lisa certain didn’t as she leaned her own body back, giving herself more leverage to grind her core against yours. She had a pleased smile dancing on her lips at the sight of you, her little cutie driven so sensitive from even the slightest of movements.

The sounds of the movie playing in the back still registered in her ears, along with your moans.

She figured she’d listen in on the plot.

Watching a movie and fucking you at the same time—she slyly grinned. She thinks she’s pretty good at double tasking.

⊹ YAE MIKO

“Why the sudden shyness? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

She looked up at you from the floor of the car—the sight of you sitting up on the backseat, buttoned shirt hanging open and skirt lifted up. Your face was in pure bliss as you looked down at her with hazy eyes, and she smirked.

“‘Drive-in movie’, you said to me,” Miko recalled. Two of her fingers were thrusting into you relentlessly as she spoke from between your legs. “You know, you don’t need an excuse to get me to fuck you in the backseat, right? And did you really think I wouldn’t notice how you’re not even wearing undergarments?”

“Miko,” you whined from her thrusts. “I was supposed to be one to tempt you…”

She sneered, “You’ve temped me enough.”

Miko pulled her fingers out of you, only to hook her hands over your thighs. She pulled your entire body nearer to her face, and her tongue darted out immediately, wasting no time in lapping at your already soaking clit. The movie had barely even started, and she was already making a mess out of you.

You thanked this movie had loud noises that were muffled through your window, for the sounds you made every time Miko’s tongue entered your core were downright embarrassing. You kept glancing at the windows as well, because god forbid anyone sees you with your shirt unbuttoned and completely opened for everyone to see.

But Miko didn’t seem to care as she was unwavering in the way she tongue-fucked you. Her thrusts were constant and deep, and you found yourself laying back on the car seat with your hand flying up to grip at the headrest behind you.

“Miko… Miko, I’m close to—”

She backed away right as you came, her thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive bud of your clit to watch as a bit of your cum dripped down to stain the car seat. You were too spaced out to care—or perhaps to even acknowledge it.

“Adorable,” she smiled, leaning forward once again to place a cute little kiss on your clit. Her eyes traveled upwards to your breathless expression, you eyes looking down at her in adoration as she kneeled between your legs.

Miko continued, “I have an idea for a game; do you want to play?”

She chuckled to herself. The sight of you too spaced out to answer as you lazily nodded your head was just so cute to her.

“Watch the movie closely, okay dear?” she instructed, already moving closer to your core once again. “Since I’m too busy down here, I expect a well-detailed synopsis from you by the time it’s over.” Before her tongue moved to rabidly thrust into you again, she looked up at you once last time to smile. “Got it, love?”

You could only nod.

How cruel. You couldn’t even see the movie from here.

⊹ KUJOU SARA

“How are we supposed to watch the movie from the backseat?” she curiously asked, and if you were just a little meaner, you would’ve laughed.

Sara watched with a look of pure confusion as you climbed back next to her at the backseat of the car, leaving the front empty. She sat rather formally with her legs straight together and her hands at her lap. The opening sounds of the movie were muffled through your closed windows, and she wondered if she should open them so you could hear the film.

It wasn’t like she could even see the movie from here, either, due to the car roof blocking the outdoor screen. Her expectations for tonight was simple film watching—the two of you watching some sappy romcom at the front seat of her car, or even sitting outside to get the full experience.

At least, that’s what she interpreted when you proposed to go on a date at a drive-in movie.

“The film is…” you quietly trailed off to think of a word. There was something there in your voice, Sara swore—something not so innocent. And when you looked her in the eyes with that mischievous glint, she gulped. “Inconsequential.”

“What… do you mea—”

Her senses froze the moment you advanced her.

She only blinked once, and suddenly you were on top of her, sitting on her lap with your legs either side of her body, arms loosely locked around her neck. Sara couldn’t ignore that little upwards curve on your lips, or how painfully tempting your body looked with the way she could just slide her hands up your skirt now. With your legs already spread so nicely for her, it was hard not to be embarrassed.

She panicked, “Wait, wait! Aren’t we in… in y’know…”

“No one’s gonna look over,” you laughed, and Sara almost melted for a moment when you leaned down for a kiss. Her hands instinctively moved to secure at your waist, holding you down on her. “Plus, I can guarantee you that some of the other couples didn’t come for the movie, either.”

Sara attempted to swallow down her nervousness in front of you, but to no avail. It was obvious with that look on her face she was unsure and needed your guidance.

“We don’t have to do this if you want,” you told her. “We can always just watch the movie instead, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“No, No, I… want it,” Sara assured. “It’s just”—she glanced at the windows on both sides of the car—“are you sure we won’t be spotted?”

“Positive, love.”

She seemed to loosen up a bit at that; she even took a greedy glance downwards where your legs spread—right where you were one skirt-lift away from her sight. Sara felt so ashamed up top, the way her eyes were taking in your body. But below the view of the window, her hands were already itching to touch you.

“Hm, how about this,” you began. You took hold of her dominant hand in one of your own, guiding it down to your core as you lifted your skirt with your other hand. And of course you wore no underwear—she internally cursed at you for planning this whole thing out. “Eyes up here,” you called to her. “If someone looks, then we’re just going to act like we’re cuddling the whole time, right?”

The moment you pressed her hand right to your wet core, her fingers began forming their usual position on their own. With your head oh so innocently falling on her shoulder, you tightly gripped her wrist, guiding her hand to rub at the exact places you needed. Skip the foreplay, you indulged in no sort of rising plot and skipped to the climax, motioning for Sara to insert her fingers into you.

And when she did, dear God was it hard to keep her facial expression straight. You hid your face so well from public eye, but she could barely keep up with the way you were erotically whining into her ear at each thrust of her hand.

“Mm, just like that, Sara,” you moaned into her ear, and she could feel the way you smiled against her skin. You loosened your grip on her wrist at this point, instead snaking your arms lovingly around her head in some sort of mock-cuddle.

“Slow down and savor me,” you whispered with a teasing chuckle. “We have the whole movie to do this, don’t we?”

good lord sorry this is so half-assed, i just wanted it done