#so they do occasionally take aether from others

[impossible-rat-babies]

I s2g im gonna have to ng+ the ast quests bc there’s one line from leveva when u have a side conversation w her about how sharing aether with someone over extended time periods can have unintended side effects

[bedoballoons]

Genshin Men Headcanons:

~Smacking/Pinching/Grabbing their ass in public~

CW: Suggestive themes! GN! Reader!

(Includes: Diluc, Albedo, Gorou, Tighnari, Kazuha, Aether, Xiao, Wanderer, Cyno, and Scaramouche!)

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Diluc:

Your imagination was getting the better of you, your courage building up as you watched your boyfriend work...serving drinks and taking orders. You had originally offered to help but he said he'd only be a moment...that was half a hour ago, but you weren't angry. Far from it actually.

It was warm in Angels share and he had taken off his jacket revealing his tight pants that happened to be...emphasizing some of his...features. He just looked so good...you bit your lip but in the end your impulses won as you stood up walking quietly behind him...without any warning you smacked his butt, hard enough to make a loud slapping noise.

His back straightening, as he whipped around staring your down with angry fire red eyes and a bright pink face, the people he had been serving chuckling slightly behind him. Before you could apologize he pulled you close, his words holding lust and anger as he spoke. "We, will deal with this later...your punishments undecided. Go. Sit down." You didn't know exactly what that meant but...you decided it best to listen quickly returning to your seat.

Albedo:

To you Albedo always looked beautiful, his shoulder length hair tied back out of his face, his clothes always neat and tidy...today however, as you walked through the crowded lecture room, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Was there something in the air...had he done something different? You weren't sure, all you knew was he looked absolutely gorgeous to the point you were having a difficult time keeping your hands to yourself.

This was made even more obvious as you followed him to the area beside the podium where he'd be giving his own lecture on alchemy and its uses. At first you were just going to give him a kiss for luck...but as he turned around to walk onto the stage...you couldn't help it, you slapped his ass, his back arching slightly in surprise as he gasped.

He turned to you wide eyed with a blush on his face, he was unable to say a word as he was rushed onto the stage. You couldn't help but giggle as he stood in front of the crowd his eyes darting to you as he stuttered through the first sentence...you might end up paying for that later.

Gorou:

You blushed slightly, your eyes on your boyfriends fluffy tail as you walked through the crowded festival, his hand holding yours tightly, tugging you happily along. You couldn't help but smile at him, he had been so nice, inviting you, buying you your favourite treats and his laugh was contagious.

If only you could take your mind off more...suggestive topics and fully enjoy the festivities, but that simply wasn't in the cards for you. Gorou paused in front of one of the concessions stand, his tail wagging in excitement as he looked at all the different fireworks,....you couldn't help it. He just looked so cute...you walked up next to him, your hand reaching down grabbing his butt softly.

He yelped in surprise, his face turning bright red as he tried to hide his blush with his hands, his ears flattening and his tail straightening. You chuckled, telling the cashier who thankfully wasn't paying much attention, you'd take two dog shaped fireworks. Considering the reaction he had...you just might do it again.

Tighnari:

Tighnari smiled slightly, occasionally mustering up a wave at students of the akademiya he had previously went to school with. The only reason he was here after all was for a renuinion with some of the other graduates...and the only reason he had even decided to attend was because of you.

Originally you had said it would be good to socialise with some of his old friends...but you also had other intentions, seeing as he had taken a opportunity like this prior to completely embarrass you in front of some of your friends. You vividly remembered how he had come up behind you kissing your neck while warning your friends you were taken. Revenge was going to be sweet...

You waited, a small crowd gathering around your boyfriend as they all spoke of their achievements and compared their latest experiments. A small mischievous smirk finding its way onto your face as stood just a bit closer to him, you could barely stop yourself giggling as you pinched his right cheek.

He jumped gasping in surprise as he looked behind him, a bright pink blush painting his face before his eyes landed on you and he pieced it all together. He crossed his arms, his schoolmates asking what happened and you just smiling, your plan worked. He'd most likely get you back later and you simply couldn't wait.

Kazuha:

You looked around the harbour, your eyes darting between the different salesmen of Liyue and the people walking by, each going about their normal everyday lives. Kazuha would say it was poetic and as you glanced at him, his small figure leaning slightly over the railing of the harbour to look at the fish swimming in the sea, you couldn't help but agree with him.

You blushed slightly as you looked him up and down, you truly felt so lucky. He was so handsome, his white hair pulled back in a ponytail gently blowing in the wind, and his red eyes scanning the waters...you sighed contemplating internally if it would it be wrong to show off a little...you bit your lip...stepping closer

Just one touch couldn't hurt...you silently said to yourself as you wrapped a arm around his waist, making him straighten for a second and you lost all control your hand grabbing his ass as he quietly moaned his face blushing heavily as he looked around. "W-what was that?"

"...I couldn't help myself"

Aether:

Why did he have to look so fine...his pants hugging all the right areas, his usual blonde braid having a few strings of hair loose that framed his face beautifully, and most of all the soft blush on his cheeks from the workout of his training. Your heart couldn't stop racing as you watched him, each movement he made making you want him more and more.

Maybe he was teasing you...well if he was...it was working, especially as he walked over to you, wiping a thin layer of sweat from his forehead. His lips moving as he spoke, but you couldn't concentrate on the words, it took him waving his hand in front of your face and calling your name for you to understand he was asking for a drink of water.

"Are you okay? You were really spaced out...I can take a break and we can eat something. Maybe your hungry?" His words were caring, and maybe you were a little hungry...just not for food. You shook your head, but he didn't seem to believe you as he turned around bending over to pick up a training dummy he had knocked over.

That's when you couldn't take it a second longer, you stood up smacking his ass...harder than you meant to. He moaned jumping back, his face redder than you had ever seen it as the noise alone drew the attention of all the knights who had been training in the area. You went to apologise but Aether was ahead of you, pulling you close to him having no shame as he kissed you deeply.

Xiao:

You looked at Xiao, his clothes wet from the downpour that had started only moments ago, forcing you to run into the nearest roofed building which happened to be a restaurant. The food smelled delicious, but it was the last thing on your mind...

Your attention was fully on your Yaksha boyfriend, his normally cream white shirt now see through...his pants clinging to his body and his hair flattened slightly against his face. You could see his muscular figure through the wet clothing and it was more than enough to make you blush.

Even as he started to speak with someone about sitting there for a few minutes you couldn't take your eyes off him...especially his ass...it was so highlighted by the clingy clothing you just wanted to...to touch it. You stood next to him, checking behind you before acting on your desires and touching his lower back.

You watched with a small smirk as he instantly straightened, his yellow eyes darting to you wondering just what you were up to. He didn't have to wait long to find out as your hand traveled slowly down to his butt, harshly grabbing it.

You watched in satisfaction as he gasped, his face turning pink as the person he had been speaking to asked him what was wrong. You simply winked at him knowing full well he'd punish you for it later...and you would enjoy it.

Wanderer:

Wanderer looked at you, slightly annoyed as he twirled slightly, his normal outfit replaced by something basically identical...except the shorts were a bit shorter than normal. "These shorts are tighter fitting. You must have measured wrong...idiot." His words sounding just as rude as ever but you didn't mind...you were enjoying the view after all.

"I didn't measure wrong,...it's probably just because they're not the exact same materials. Don't worry though...you look ver nice~" You spoke with a flirty tone, looking him up and down in a obvious way. You watched as his face blushed, his brows furrowing as he glanced at the people picking up their own garments not far from you.

"Quiet." He said under his breath, but being quiet wasn't currently in your vocabulary as you kneeled beside him, taking your measuring tape out of your pocket. He stood still and you took this perfect opportunity to use the numbered tape as a excuse. Lining it up just above his ass before gently pinching his right cheek.

You felt almost proud as he whipped around pulling you by your shirt up to his face, his blush now tomato red as he glared at you. You giggled quietly peeking over his shoulder at the people behind him, you couldn't help but whisper to him, "People are watching...later~"

Cyno:

Scaramouche:

Cyno held you close, his movements slightly clumsy as he attempted to stay on beat to the music, it had been your idea to take a class with Nilou about dancing and you weren't regretting it in the slightest as you moved your body against his. Each class was another chance to be close to your boyfriend and bond with him...over something other than joke which you loved but got a little tiring sometimes.

You giggled as you spun him, originally it was supposed to be you spinning but you'd gotten dizzy to the point of falling over and he agreed it would be best if he took a turn. He spun gracefully before pulling you close to him, your face instantly heating up as a idea crawled into your mind....

You surveyed the area, the other couples all seemingly busy trying to keep up with the moves and each other. "Is something wrong? I didn't step on your foot right...that would be toetally bad." His voice was slightly concerned but the pun still made you smile, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips as you nodded.

Your hand slid down from its position on his waist downwards, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at you, and you winked at him, pinching his ass. Watching in sheer delight as he jumped, his face blushing a dark red and his hand grabbing yours, holding while he contemplated just what punishment he should give for your indecency...

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You watched Scara intently, the way he put his hands on his hips when he got frustrated with someone and how he smirked when someone doubted his intelligence then found out he was smarter than them ten fold. His small figure illuminated by the dim lights of the fatui hideout and his eyes always having a slightly menacing theme to them.

Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you, catching you staring, before...to your disappointment, simply rolling his eyes and continuing to boss lackeys around. You wanted his attention...and you couldn't help it anymore, you bit your lip slightly, looking around the room for anyway to catch his gaze again.

Yet again your eyes landed on him, this time however it was on his perfect ass, plush and soft...he was your boyfriend after all. There was nothing wrong with it and if it got his attention on you for a little it would be worth it. You wondered what consequences there would be...but quickly shrugged them away. Your mind already made up as you walked away from your spot against the wall.

You snuck as carefully as you could behind him, without a single regret, you slapped his ass your palm stinging for a second. You watched as he moaned out loud, turning to you with furious rage in his eyes and the deepest blush you had ever seen on him. You giggled before sprinting away...you knew he'd catch you but that was half the fun...

~Requests Open~

A/N: Sorry this is so late!! Also should I make any genshin female HCs?

[nisuna]

Dubcon? Reader is blindfolded and restrained to a bed and the only way they’ll be released is if they can guess which one of the anemo boys tongues is eating them out (anemo boys take turns eating reader out) ☺️

Uuuuhhh yaay a Genshin one >×<

Anemo boys have my heart especially (my C3😏) Kazuha 🥰

Thank you for your take!!<3

~short drabble~

You didn't know why you agreed to this. Who would let themselves get blindfolded and bound to bed with the task of guessing who was eating them out. Uh, you of course! (And Kazuha sweet talking you into it. Darn him.)

Venti was first and he did surprisingly well, but he was an old Archon after all, so he must've gotten it back in the day, right! He started off slow, easing his fingers into you and kitten-licking your clit. After a while he sped up and switched to sucking and slightly nipping on your clit. Surprise, surprise he made you cum on his face in record time.

Mext was Scara, oh no. He'd definitely be mean. Making you look at him between your legs while he kept avoiding your clit completely and only finger fucking you. "Keep them spread like that or you won't be cumming tonight." Oh, and of course he'd edge you. The sadist in him stayed even though he changed his identity. He'd blow on your core making you clench around nothing making you whine and calling you pathetic afterwards. :( He was kind enough to let you cum in the end, but with a lot of begging and namecalling involved.

Kazuha was a heavenly sent aber the last one. He was kind and kept talking you through it asking if you felt good and praising you for taking his finger so well. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, making your back arch from the bed and your toes curl. He put your legs over his shoulders, alternating between nipping at your soft thighs and your throbbing clit. You never wanted this to end to say the least. On top of making you feel so good his touch made you all fuzzy inside, caging his face between your legs and slightly rutting your hips against his tongue. And this angel let you do it! You were in pure bliss as soon as he made you cream all over his fingers and tongue. He even cleaned you with his tongue almost pushing you over the edge again. But there was still more cum!

Next was Heizou. He was definitely a little tease, but not as bad as Scara. He knew how to work you open alternating between sinking his fingers in your wet heat and and occasionally dipping his tongue in, making sure to pay attention to your clit at all times. Either with his fingers or tongue. He read somewhere about writing the alphabet with your tongue while eating someone out, because it made the pattern random. God did that work. He kept spelling different words with his tongue against your clit making you squirm, only for him to put his arm around your tummy to stop you from running away. He definitely made you cum hard.

"Here, you can hold onto my hair." Oh Xiao. Behind his stoic exterior he was defintely very shy not exactly knowing what to do. But he gained some confidence after watching the other guys attentively. So he basically made out with your cunt slurping loudly trying to fit in as many fingers as possible. Making you gasp and almost lose your breath. He felt a bit clumsy but when he heard you call his name and pull on his hair he went Conqueror of Demons mode, folding you in half and almost eating you alive. Your tiny mewls spurring him on and making you cum so suddenly it knocked the air out of you. Suffice to say he did a good job for his alleged first time.

Bonus Aether. Definitely not as experienced and very shy so he just made you ride his face and do your own thing. It was a nice change and stark contrast to the other guys.

So how's your score looking did you manage to guess everyone? Yes and No. You were too fucked out to form a coherent sentence and almost missed one of them whispering if they should play the guessing game again. But this time you'd have to guess who's fucking you. Oh boy, it's going to be a long night.

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[forlorn-crows]

𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆

aka Remember This Post?

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Aether/Rain

Tags: transmasc!rain, semi-public sex, car sex, making out, vaginal fingering, grinding, cumming in pants. i couldn't get that post out of my head so here we are. they're silly let them have their car makeouts.

Words: 2501

Rain makes a noncommittal noise, watching as the buildings start to disappear as they leave town. He shifts in his seat again and rubs his palms up and down his thighs. Slow, absentmindedly. He sniffs. “Maybe I don’t want to share.” There’s a certain lilt to his voice: not one of petulance like one might expect after suggesting the water ghoul share his treats. Rather, there’s an air of whimsy that coats his words as he rolls his head over to peek at Aether, only solidified by the coy look on his face when Aether sneaks a glance.

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Rain sighs, sinking deeper into the passenger seat. “Can’t wait to eat those Takis,” he muses. “They looked sooo good.” He kicks his feet where they dangle off the dash, knees pressed to the glove compartment. “Wonder if they’re as spicy as the blue ones?”

“Probably,” Aether smirks, chuckling as he turns onto the long stretch of road that connects the town to the more remote area where the abbey lives. Many miles of farmland, cemeteries, and the occasional crop of forest stands between Rain and his snacks—but it’s never a boring drive with each others’ company.

“Dew’ll wanna sample some, that’s for sure.”

Rain makes a noncommittal noise, watching as the buildings start to disappear as they leave town. He shifts in his seat again and rubs his palms up and down his thighs. Slow, absentmindedly. 

He sniffs. “Maybe I don’t want to share.” There’s a certain lilt to his voice: not one of petulance like one might expect after suggesting the water ghoul share his treats. Rather, there’s an air of whimsy that coats his words as he rolls his head over to peek at Aether, only solidified by the coy look on his face when Aether sneaks a glance. 

“Maybe I want them all to myself.” Rain puts a hand on the bigger ghoul’s thigh and gives him a squeeze. “You know?”

Aether hums knowingly. He lifts his foot up on the accelerator, slowing them down a notch. He’s always down to stall if the detour makes it worth his while. 

“Anything else you want to yourself?” There’s usually only one thing he wants—and Aether’s a sucker for it.

“Maybe.” Rain’s glamoured hand drifts higher. Fingers walking to the inside of his thigh. The muscle twitches under his palm and he smirks. Too easy. “What do you think?”

Aether covers Rain’s hand with his own, squeezing back. “You know the answer is always yes, guppy.”

Rain smiles, dull teeth flashing pearly white. He bites his lip and wiggles his fingers under Aether’s hand. Lays his head on his own shoulder and bats his lashes at him. “Yeah?” Insufferably cute and wholly mischievous.

“Yes.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “Better ask me now, or we’ll miss our usual spot,” he teases.

Rain giggles, flirting dialed up to a hundred. “You wanna have a little fun, baby?”

Aether smiles cheekily and pulls off onto a dirt road just as the car crests over the hill. “Well, I thought you’d never ask.”

The road isn’t terribly long, but it’s winding—looping around little shacks and abandoned houses of a neighborhood that once was. They approach a slightly overgrown driveway shaded by tall evergreens. The main path would take them to a dilapidated cabin, long since left to mother nature; but, it’s the tiny path forked off that Aether pulls into, shielded from the main road yet close enough to spin around if need be. 

Before he can even throw the car into park, Rain’s slipping his knees off the dash and clamoring into the backseat, toeing his shoes off as he shoves his body over the center console. 

“Aux. Aux cord,” Rain demands. He fishes his phone from his jacket pocket and grasps blindly for the cable. “Made us a playlist. All grungy and shit, like a horny teenager in those 90s movies made it. We can pretend we’re playing hooky in your beat-up car you got for your sixteenth birthday and we’re thirty minutes away from being caught with your hand down my pants.”

Aether scoffs and kills the engine. “Dew help you with that playlist?”

“Of course he helped.” Rain waits for him to exit the driver’s seat and switch to the backseat before adding: “You think your boyfriend was gonna turn down helping with a little roleplay?” The water ghoul hits Shuffle, and a Radiohead song fills the speakers. He tosses his phone back into the passenger seat, his jacket soon following. 

“Never,” Aether concurs. As soon as the door shuts behind him, though, he’s grabbing Rain and tugging him into his lap, pulling him into a searing kiss and ending any meaningful conversation. There’s no need for preamble; no need to ease into it, to warm up into something hot and steamy. All at once it’s hands everywhere, tongues slipping past lips, swallowed groans and heated breath. 

“Mmpf, yeah, kiss me,” Rain breathes. “Faster.”

Aether smiles against his lips and slides his hands up Rain’s jean-clad thighs. “So needy. What if someone sees?”

Any sense of urgency, of wrongness, is entirely manufactured, of course (unless there’s ice cream in the trunk), but the fantasy of it all makes it feel naughty—and that’s what spurs them on. 

“Always feel so good like this,” Aether breathes. He slips his hands up the back of Rain’s shirt,  palms pressed to the small of his back. Where there would normally be fins and slightly wet skin, there’s nothing but smooth, warm, human skin. Aether hums appreciatively and feels along each side of his spine. The action earns him a shiver, and Rain whines against his mouth. 

“Yeah,” he groans. “Fuck, keep touching me.” Rain grinds against Aether’s lap, earning a grunt of his own. He’s so hot over him, holding back absolutely nothing. Kissing and humping with the enthusiasm of a teenage boy. 

Aether fucking loves it.

The water ghoul tips his head back once Aether latches onto his neck, sucking a mark under the hinge of his jaw. Worrying the skin between his teeth to really bring the blood to the surface and bloom into a circle of red. Rain moans through it—little ah’s that fall from his slack mouth as his fingers tighten in Aether’s hair. Holding him there. Throbbing when his hands skirt even higher under the back of his shirt.

“Hah.” Rain moans a laugh when Aether moves lower, working in another mark right above his collarbone. “Can’t hide them—everyone will know,” he says. “They’re gonna see.”

“They will, won’t they?” Aether rumbles. “Know what we got up to, hm?”

“Want them to,” Rain keens, hips bucking. Head just bumping against the roof of the car. “Shit, skin’s so sensitive–uh.” His words transform into a loud groan as Aether presses him tight to his chest, blunt nails digging into his back. Desperation only building with each passing moment. 

“Marks always look so pretty with these freckles.” He presses his lips to them a handful more times, purposefully wet and indulgent. “Lucifer, love havin’ you all to myself.” 

His cock loves it too, getting chubbier the more Rain wriggles and grinds on his lap. It’s inevitable, really, especially glamoured. Squeeze everything that makes them demons inside a full human facade, and their bodies grow tighter, in a way. Much more sensitive to pleasure when everything else is hidden away. There’s no space for sensation to dissipate, so it all pools at the surface and drives them crazy. 

Rain dives back in, pointedly frenzied as he licks into Aether’s mouth. “So hot,” he moans, grinding harder, kissing deeper. “Oh, Aether.”

The bigger ghoul groans, loud enough that it drowns out the music. “Fuck, say my name,” he slurs against Rain’s eager mouth. 

And Rain does. Sighing it between each break of their kisses until it dissolves into nothing but the movement of his lips and tongue, halted fricatives and drawn out vowels as the need to devour one another reaches its peak. Their kisses only get sloppier, hungrier. Rain’s tongue explores Aether’s mouth every other time they pull apart. Aether sucks at Rain’s bottom lip, and Rain pulls at Aether’s hair. 

Aether’s knees push further into the backs of the seats as he sinks down, just enough to really push the hardened ridge of his cock against his fly. Rain’s practically steaming where they’re pressed together—and only getting hotter the longer he rubs on him. Soon enough, he’s whining at every one of those rolls of his hips, every little thing Aether has to say against his mouth. And he’s loud. Letting out noises he rarely gets to hear, especially in the company of others.

But it’s the moment Aether chooses to grab his ass and help him grind down on his cock that Rain loses it completely.

“Shit—need it, need you to touch me,” he breathes, already popping the button on his jeans. As soon as his zipper’s down, Aether’s tugging on the back of his pants, sliding them down just enough so he can fit his hands inside. One grips at Rain’s ass, encouraging him to hover, and the other slips into the front of his underwear.

“Oh, guppy—” Aether rubs along Rain’s folds, thumb pressing right against the little head of his dick.

“Fuck!” Rain tosses his head back, pushing the top of it into the car’s headliner. He’s so hard, so wet; both of them can’t help but groan. “Seven fucking hells.”

“So hot like this,” Aether mumbles. His breath gets shaky as his fingers rub at Rain’s entrance, the hottest and wettest part of him. Rain throbs, and the rim of his hole kisses at Aether’s fingertips. His cock twitches so hard it makes him dizzy, and his groan follows him down until the back of his head hits the headrest, eyes heavy and gazing up at Rain hungrily. “Let me put ‘em in,” he rasps. “Wanna feel ins—”

Before he can finish, Rain’s hand shoots down between them and grips his wrist, shoving his hand further into his body, so his fingers have no choice but to sink into his cunt. 

“Make me cum,” Rain begs. He lets go of Aether’s wrist and grips the seats behind him, so tightly it’s a wonder he doesn’t rip right through them. Rain hangs his head against his shoulder and lifts his hips with a whine, giving Aether perfect access. “Please.”

“Whatever you want,” Aether groans, fingers starting up a rhythm. “Satanas, I can’t believe you’re all mine right now.”

Rain whines again—for him, only for him—high-pitched and shameless. Grinds against his hand like his life depends on it. Aether’s fingers get slicker with each thrust, until soon the sound of Rain’s wetness overshadows the shredded chords of Deftones. 

“Yeah—yeah, that’s it, baby,” Aether groans. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

Rain turns his head and lets loose a moan right into his ear. Aether jolts, the sound going straight to his dick. 

“Oh hells, keep doin’ that in my ear, yeah.” His hips start moving of their own accord, little thrusts that build until it’s really the motion of his pelvis that drives his fingers in and out; a pseudo fucking that has both of them barreling towards a messy end. 

As their shared panting reaches its peak, Rain chokes out: “You’re gonna make me cum. Shit, m’ gonna cum like this.”

“Uh huh.”

“Oh. Oh.” Aether speeds his thumb over Rain’s cock and thrusts into where he needs it most. Thighs starting to burn from holding himself up in order to press his fingers nice and deep. “Th-there, hh–oh fuck—” 

With a flex of his hips, Rain smashes his face into Aether’s neck and creams his pants with a string of shouts, cunt squeezing hard around the quint ghoul’s fingers. The intensity of it sneaks up on him, blows him over with how hard he cums, and Aether wants to drown in it. 

“Thaaat’s it,” Aether coos, grinding his hips up harder into his own hand. “Keep goin’, give me all of it, fuck.”

The longer it lasts, the more Rain shakes against Aether: arms struggling to keep him from face planting into the headrests, thighs trembling keeping his hips raised, socked feet twitching against Aether’s shins every time his stomach clenches. And Aether’s own hips just keep going, the head of his cock pressing just right into his fly as it rubs against the back of his hand. 

“Next—shit—next time, gonna get y-your cock in me,” Rain whines, coming down yet still pushing Aether to finish, too. “Squeeze it . . . just like this, oh.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The water ghoul groans, almost growls. Right against Aether’s ear, teeth to the lobe: “Raw.”

Just one word, but the effect on his body is brutal. “Fucking—shit!” Aether’s voice cracks as he thumps the back of his head against the seats, cock spurting his release into the fabric of his boxers. His hand grips Rain’s ass hard, forcing him down against his lap as he goes taut as a bowstring. 

Rain gives a lazy, open-mouthed smile as he watches him cum. “So hot, love,” he groans. “Gods, this never gets old.”

“N-never,” Aether gasps. Valiantly, his cock kicks one last time before he collapses back down. Rain somehow saves himself from plopping right on down with him, allowing Aether the grace to remove his (now very wet) hand before his wrist starts to crick at the wrong angle. 

Rain sighs as his fingers slide out of his cunt, as close to purring as a glamoured ghoul can get. The two of them pant in silence, just staring at each others’ flushed faces. 

“Got so messy,” Rain says after the next song ends, staring at the shining digits shamelessly. 

“You and me both, sweetheart,” Aether snorts, his face morphing into some kind of dazed awe. He turns his fingers this way and that, shaking his head. “They’re gonna smell us from a mile away.”

“Mmn.” Rain bites his lip, eyes still heavy. A beat. “Better clean those off, then.”

Aether huffs a laugh. “Kinda meant the c–umph.”

Rain dives in and presses Aether’s fingers to his own mouth, sandwiching them between both of their lips. Rain’s tongue works over the digits, making out around them to clean off his own slick while Aether’s brain attempts to catch up to the situation. Licking, sucking, kissing, until all that’s left is saliva. The quintessence ghoul groans when Rain finally pulls his hand away, capturing his lips fully and slipping his hands into Rain’s hair. 

“Ugh, baby,” he sighs. “Don’t wanna give you up.”

Rain hums in agreement. Rocking slowly back and forth over Aether’s lap until it earns him a whine. “Don’t have to,” he lilts, “could just keep kissin’ me.” Rain rubs their noses together, switching sides. Licking along Aether’s top lip and feigning going back in just to feel him lunge in for it and gasp when his lips meet nothing but air.  

He groans, stealing a glance at the clock on the little dashboard screen. “We gotta get back, sweet boy.”

“Uh huh.” Fully unconvinced. The water ghoul makes no move to get up, let alone unplug his phone from the aux, continuing his lazy, post-nut exploration of Aether’s mouth. And, despite his last sentence, Aether lets him—indulging in their tangle of tongues, slipping his hands up the front of Rain’s shirt until he can palm at his warm little tits. 

“Mmpf.”

“Okay, just. Just a few more minutes.”

“Yeah.”

[mythicalviper-fr]

FR Skin Contests and You (and Me)

Let’s talk about festival skin contests.

This post will be 1) about win conditions 2) my breakdown on my wins/losses. Before we start, please know a lot of this is guesswork, and based on my own perspective. Still, I hope this will be useful for some people ^^

***August/888 and I (but August mostly as it’s his idea) will be hosting an event encouraging new artists to join festival contests on 8/8. It will have a lot of tips and references to help get you started, so please keep an eye out! 

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When it comes to skin contests, people generally enter for one of three reasons: 1) for fun 2) because it’s seen as a milestone of skinmaking, or 3) out of a desire to push yourself to the limit knowing you’ll regret it like a Sunday hangover– but I hope that’s just me.

In my two years of participating in skin contests, I’ve seen a lot of artists join with a lot of excitement, only to give up or drop out because they aren’t winning. Some blame it on skill, others blame it on the staff, and some blame it on fellow competitors. 

Here’s what I will say: like any contest, winning the festival skin contest is based on a combination of luck, knowledge, and skill. Just like any contest, there is a strategy to it and there are win conditions that you have to fulfill if you want a chance at winning. Some artists find these win conditions quickly and are able to adapt and cultivate the skill needed to pull off a win. Some are aware of these win conditions but do not yet have the skill to pull off a win. And some aren’t aware at all. A loss is usually (but not always) a result of not fulfilling those win conditions, or not fulfilling them as much as another artist. 

So, let’s talk about these win conditions.

The Biggest Win Condition: Breed Variety

In my opinion, the biggest factor that makes or breaks an entry is breed variety. Over the past ten years, there's been a consistent trend of staff picking one winner per breed/pose, though there are occasional outliers (most recently, two Aether M for Brightshine, but previously also Undertide M and Spiral M). This means whenever you submit a skin, you’re competing against artists that also submitted the same breed/pose. 

For those who aren’t aware, breed variety has been dropping in contests, along with the number of submissions. The result is that there are very few submissions for less popular breeds. Take a look at Brightshine 2023 - the majority of the submissions were Aethers. But even if there ended up being three Aether wins, that meant none of the other Aether skins made it in. 

I want to explain this with numbers. Say Aethers (M&F) made up 60% of the Brightshine 2023 submissions but could only make it into 2 or 3/16 of the winning slots. That’s 60% of the submissions eliminated from making it into the remaining 13/16 slots. Where would the other 13/16 skins come from, if staff were to stick to their trend of 1 breed/pose skin per festival? The flight breeds - Imp and PC might take up 4 more slots. But that’s still 9/16 slots that need winners and only 30% of the submissions to pick from. Additionally, ancients will generally make up at least 40% of the winning submissions, if not 50%. That’s why having 100 submissions might mean there aren’t a lot of winners the staff could pick, and why there weren’t any Fae skins for Starfall 2022 or Spiral M skins for Mistral 2023. 

I tested this theory with F Ridgeback submissions. I mainly focused on three breed/poses that I saw as the least submitted - F Noc, F Bog, and F Ridgeback. I went with Ridgeback because it was the base I liked the most. The result? Out of the 22 contests I’ve entered, I won 5 with F Ridgeback. That’s a 25% win rate with one breed/pose alone. If we factor in wins I’ve had with these three poses combined, that’s 8 wins or a 36% win rate.

Drawing on an unpopular breed/pose is a good way to make sure you don’t have too many competitors (and also show some of the more unpopular breeds some love). This is particularly true if you’re a newer artist like I was. I started doing art in June 2021, so I knew there was no chance I could outcompete better artists on the same breed/pose. 

Of course, choosing the right breed will not always net you a win - you still need good skin composition and skills to catch the staff’s attention, which is what we’re going to talk about next.

Statutory Win Conditions: Flight Themes & Colors

When it comes to making a skin for a festival contest, I always recommend people look at the apparel, lore, and familiars for that flight, because these items are usually the closest to what’s canonically considered a flight’s aesthetic. A lot of the entries I’ve seen win are based off of the fest fams or match a fest apparel.

There are exceptions. The game aspect of the Lightning Flight isn’t canon, but we’ve had hivemind and gaming skins win. Why? Maybe that contest only had a total of 12-15 breed/poses submitted, maybe it was just the best executed skin for that breed/pose, maybe a staff member just really liked it. However, generally winners will match the flight’s canon aesthetic.

The trend of skin contest winners also suggest a favoring of elements that are placed on the dragon’s wings and head (leaves, vines, fairy/insect wings, gears), or accent/tattoo-like effects that involve gradient, sparkles, or abstract smoke (see 888’s 2023 brightshine win). Skin compositions that are balanced (elements throughout the body, as opposed to just one part of the body) see a higher win rate. Skins that have lower accent coverage tend to see higher win rates when they’re gradients/accents (linings on the dragon, runic/circuit effects) or when they’re concentrated on an easily noticeable/central part of the body (like the wings, or the dragon’s back).

In the end, knowing what to draw really comes down to research and knowledge. Before each contest I would review all the past winning entries and try to glean what staff did or didn’t pick. I noticed that staff didn’t tend to pick whiteout or body morph skins, and they tend to pick skins with higher coverage. I also checked past festival winners to see the color theme for each contest. There are some contests during which colors that aren’t necessarily the flight’s colors are still picked, and there are contests that haven’t seen a festival skin which didn’t match the flight’s colors. Like any contest, there’s always going to be a small bit of luck involved.

Ultimately, while I can’t speak for the staff, I do think there are win conditions that need to be fulfilled. You need to have a basic level of art skill. You need knowledge on skin composition and colors. Then, of course, you need to know which breed/pose to choose.

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I hope my analysis helps a little when you’re entering your next contest, or that it made for an interesting read. If you just came here for general tips and tricks, that’s all I have for you - you can also scroll all the way down to see my final thoughts on contests. But generally, just keep trying different things, doing your research, and making sure you’re sticking to the flight theme.

For people who want it, here’s my breakdown on each series of contests that I’ve entered, and reasons why I think I won or lost. 

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Personal Analysis - Brightshine 2021-Brightshine 2023

I’m a very competitive person and more importantly, I love to compete. So the moment I found myself capable of making skins, festivals were on my radar. I studied what previous artists did, what techniques and designs seem to win the most. What skills did I need and what skins caught the judges' eyes? More importantly, what bases did I feel confident with and could perform the best on? As soon as I felt like I understood the contest, I entered Brightshine 2021 with about 2 weeks’ worth of art experience.

Then I proceeded to lose four contests in a row.

So, what happened?

Brightshine 2021 (loss)

Sometimes unearthing your old art is like watching an old video of yourself in your cringey teenager phase. But knowing why you lost is important in understanding how you can win (and what to absolutely not do again).

For Brightshine 2021, I submitted a Guard F design with two recolors. At the time I only had the skill to draw lanterns and filigree, so I went “that’s Light enough” and did exactly that. Although I would say my theme was (kind of) on point, it was my execution that was lacking:

Issue No. 1: Colors. In review of previous Light winners there’s a umber/gold palette or gold/sunlight palette that appears to be the meta. There have also been cases of red or purple winning even though they aren’t used in official Light items, and some rainbow entries. While one of my recolors followed this scheme, it fell short because–

Issue No. 2: Composition. Skin composition is the balance of elements and how well each element pulls their weight in a piece of art. In my Brightshine 2021 entry, most of the base was left bare. Artists like August are really good at skin comp where their entire piece looks tied together; mine was far from that.

Issue No. 3: Quality. If you compare my Brightshine 2021 submission to my 2023 one, you’ll see what I mean. My art style relies on rendering, or applying lighting and shadows, to bring out each element. Basically I need rendering in order to win. This isn’t necessarily a requirement for you; some artists do lineless, others do painterly, and others don’t render at all, but overall the art style should have a specific level of quality that rendering brought out in my art.

In short: wrong colors, bad lineart, skill issue, no skin comp - overall it was a piece of art not even its creator could love. (I tossed the psd in the recycling bin and hit delete. Except looking in the database now apparently I printed it, so now I have to live with the shame of its existence.)

There is one takeaway that I got. By the time the contest ended there were no other Guard F entries. I realized then that had my art been better, with the breed/pose’s lack of competition, I could’ve had a shot at winning the contest. 

Thundercrack 2021 (loss)

Alright, 2021 Myth thinks, I’ve learned my lesson from Brightshine. The skin composition was not good. That means I should put more stuff on the base and I’m sure to win!

Have you ever just looked in the mirror and realized you, yes you, are the most punchable thing in the world?

In all fairness, the skin comp of my TCC entry did improve. Like Brightshine, I did a single design with two recolors on an unpopular breed. Improvements I made: additional elements to the skin aside from the one big element on the wing, and a color palette that matched the flight. Of course, I wished my theme of hivemind/code also matched the flight aesthetic, but just like my love life, the only thing my submission matched with was loss and disappointment.  

Issue No. 1: Design. Upon reviewing past winners, very few featured fake apparel or clothing. As mentioned previously, staff do not appear to favor whiteout or body morph skins, and prefer elements that adhere to the dragon (like wings) or add to the dragon (like bones/feathers).

Issue No 2: Technology. For my entry, the circuit patterning on the wings did not take resizing well. I drew this on a 750x750 canvas and the resizing blended the many circuit lines into a single line. This isn’t a program issue. It was a lack of understanding of how resizing works.

Issue No 3: And we’re still here with my biggest problem: skill issue. Art is not a skill you learn in two months. I did learn to render, but not well enough. I wasn’t good enough. Yet. 

Starfall 2021 (loss)

So… fun fact! During all of this I was writing my thesis. As in, I was writing my thesis after not writing my thesis for a year. It was stressful. I don’t have much to say about this contest because I did this skin as a meme for the sole reason that somewhere in my 3 am sleep deprived brain I thought “Emergency Portal-col” was hilarious.

I did not expect to win and I didn’t. Still, I did notice more and more that certain breeds just weren’t submitted for contests. Ridgeback F, I noticed, had anywhere from 0 to 1 submission for each contest while M pose generally had 0. Same for Nocturnes. 

Riot of Rot 2021 (loss)

By this time, 2021 Myth had given up on the “one big element + some other accessories” idea. It hadn’t worked for Light or Lightning and it wasn’t going to work. So I thought, what if I just went for the accessory elements? My ROR skin featured the spider lily, smoke, and sparkles. I also started experimenting with dark gradients on the limbs of the dragon, which I’d noticed in winning fest entries.

Gradients and sparkles help with skin composition. Especially if you’re a newer artist who can’t pull off more complicated effects. Oftentimes a skin looks empty in certain parts, but adding elements to those parts would make things look messier. That’s where gradients/sparkles come in. However, I lost because:

Issue No 1: Composition again. While my elements tied together well, I had no main attraction other than the empty void that was the center of the Ridgeback wing. I essentially did a background scene and didn’t add a main character for it. This made me think that maybe my “one big element” skin comp idea was still worth a shot, but I needed a different take.

Issue No 2: Aaaand skill issue again.I was still bad at rendering, and sometimes skill is just why you lose. Not because you don’t have good ideas or because your execution was bad, but because you do not yet have the skills to defeat your competitors. You can do a really good looking skin, but if someone else in the contest did an even better looking skin on the breed/pose, then you’re not going to win.

Gala 2021 (win)

Losing four times in a row was pretty discouraging. But here’s another important element to skin contests: consistency. The frequency of your submissions should result in a win so long as you fulfill all of the other win conditions such as good composition, understanding of the theme, and the basic level of art skill required to win. 

For the Gala, I realized that wings would be the best big element to put on a base while tying in all of the other elements. This is probably the most complicated skin I’d worked on at that time. But because I’d learned minimal rendering, because my skin composition was actually good, and there was no competition for Ridgeback F, I won. For the very first time.

Trickmurk 2021 - Starfall 2022 (6 wins 2 losses - 12 skin designs submitted total)

Here, I’d found my strategy. As long as I kept to the theme and made sure my skin comp and rendering was good, I would win. Especially because I had no competition. Again, breed variety is a huge issue in skin contests, because people - particularly the really skilled artists - are more likely to go for a breed that they like or is popular. As a newer artist, I was well aware that there was a 100% chance I’d lose if I tried to fight anyone for the same breed/pose. (And part of knowing the win conditions is also knowing artists you definitely are not winning against.) 

3/6 of my wins during this time was F Ridgeback. The others were: F Coatl, which had no competition during Trickmurk, and F Nocturne, which had no competition during Wind and Arcane’s fests (but competed against my will to live because this is a terrible base to work on).

But relying on unpopular breed advantage was about as reliable as internet connection in a college dorm. 3/6 of my wins were ridgeback but that meant all of my losses were also ridgeback. On top of that, the number of Ridgeback submissions peaked at one point to 5-6. I was still winning, because I had the skill to beat my competitors. But I had to up my game. My skins had to be more elaborate, closer to the theme. I began submitting two designs per competition, which was… going to be a problem for me later.

The idea behind submitting two designs per competition is simple. Instead of just relying on one unpopular breed/pose to net you the win, now you have two shots at winning. 

My goal that I’d made during this time was to either win 11 in a row or to win once for each holiday. This was to keep my motivation. Keep in mind I was also writing my thesis, so I really needed a goal to go towards, especially when I committed to doing two designs per contest. 

(I defended my thesis successfully in May 2022 and graduated with high honors!)

ROR 2022 - Brightshine 2023 (7 wins 1 loss - 16 skin designs submitted total)

Here’s where I found another niche in the skin contests. Flight-breeds. These are breeds that belong to each element and surprisingly - they don’t actually get that many submissions. Seeing Starfall 2022’s skin turnout as an Arcanite was tough. When it came to reviewing Starfall 2022, anyone would’ve won as long as they submitted a good quality Fae skin that didn’t break the rules or stray too far from the theme and had a skin composition that the staff liked. 

I decided to put my theory to the test with Earth, Ice, Wind, Water, and Nature. Are you surprised there were only three Snap F submissions for Earth, one Tun M for Ice, two SDM for Wind, and something like two Undertide F entries for Water? I was. Especially with Undertides because the breed had been released only five months ago. By noticing the flight-breed meta, and having the time, skill, and experience to make skins for those breeds that fit the criteria, I was able to win.

At this time I started straying away from my “one big element + smaller accessories” composition. My art had gotten better so I was able to expand my designs. Wavecrest 2023 was the biggest show of that, and I’m really proud of my entries for that contest. It was essentially a turning point in my art style… but it did take a lot more time and effort. From that point on, my skins were hitting 90+ layers and taking me at least two weeks to draw.

The last skin contest I entered with that art style was Brightshine 2023. By the time the contest ended, I was pretty sure winning would take a miracle or a relationship with god that I did not have. The competition for Imp M was difficult, and I was pitting my submission against artists who had far more experience and skill. I had some hope for my Ridge F entry, but again, relying on unpopular breed advantage is, well. Not reliable. 

I lost. It was crushing, because not only did that mean I lost Brightshine three years in a row, Brightshine was the last contest I needed to win to fulfill either one of my goals: winning 11 in a row or win once for each elemental holiday. However, losses happen and it sucks, but it’s not the end of the world. I simply lost to a much better artist, and I am okay with that. 

Final Thoughts

Heart-to-heart time. 

I know some people become discouraged because they don’t think they have the skill, or they compare themselves to other artists. I felt discouraged for the same reason. After losing so many contests in 2021, I thought I would never improve. I would never be as good as artists that started long before me, or even some that started after me but learned so much faster. 

I still think that’s true. I have a long way to go and I may never catch up to these other artists. But here’s the thing about art: it’s a skill that constantly evolves and you cannot see that evolution unless you keep trying. And you need to keep trying if you want to win, because you aren’t going to without reaching the right skill level. 

The hardest truth about competitions is that you can’t expect to win just because you tried. If everyone could win just by participating – that contest isn’t worth winning. There are no stakes so there is no value. But when you put in a lot of effort and time, and you win? That win is something that will stay with you. That is a worthwhile win - because it was hard and because you lost so many times.

Sure, the staff could let everyone who enters win. Maybe winners should be judged solely on participation. Maybe that would make more people happy. But would you really be happy to win, knowing there’s no chance of losing? At that point, would being a festival contest winner mean anything?

In the end, a contest is supposed to be fun. Throw everything I’ve said out the window if that’s made contests un-fun for you. Most, MOST importantly, you should join the competition because you enjoy it. If you’re joining just to win, and you take losses very hard, and participation becomes a chore - then that is never going to be worth the toll on your mental health.

Take it from someone who took it too seriously. Drawing two skin designs monthly was taxing (remember it was taking me at least 2 weeks per design), and by Nature 2023 I had severe burnout. When Brightshine rolled around, I sat down for 11 hours to finish my Imp entry, because I knew I wouldn’t have time for art later. By the time I finished, I was running on about five hours of sleep and a very unhealthy attachment to caffeine. 

Then, three days before Brightshine, I was diagnosed with tendonitis. 

I started feeling discomfort in my arms/wrist since March, hence why I stopped releasing public skins. But this is effectively the worst arm related injury I’ve had, and while drawing is not the main cause, doing so for 11 hours straight didn’t help. My left arm has minor pain. My right arm is swollen and in a brace. This could’ve been avoided by taking breaks and doing exercises. But the lack of proper precaution led to injury. (And yes, I drew my Bogsneak TCC 2023 entry with a mouse for this reason. I could not use my tablet pen so… circle and line tool it was. But I had fun ^^)

I hope my analysis of the contests will be of some use to you. But please do not hurt yourself, mentally or physically, in competing. UMA artists make around 3kg per run of skin, so if you are entering contests for the prize, that’s not the best use of your time and energy. When it comes down to it, you are going to be doing free art for the site, and that is never worth injuring yourself for.

As a final note, thank you to the FR staff for allowing artists to participate in the site. My art experience is purely derived from skins and contests have encouraged me to improve myself. Thank you also to my friends who cheered me on along the way, the many wonderful artists who gave me tips on line weight, coloring, and rendering. And of course, many thanks to August for being the best cheerleader I could have. I would not have made it to Brightshine without him as a competitor and fellow artist. 

(However nothing you do will make me like Gaolers and that is a hill I will die on.)

Happy almost-Flameforger’s everyone! Here’s to the next fest cycle.

[thepenandthepistol]

hihi something cutesy and cliché with grian please 🤗🤗

love ur writing!!

Try Again Tomorrow (Grian x reader)

An early morning leaves you with some reflecting to do about who you were before Grian and who you are now.

A/N: I. LOVE. HIM. Anon, I'm so sorry I know you said cliche and fluff but I couldn't help myself and sprinkled some angst in there, nothing we can't fix by the end though. Hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your kindness! It's spurred me on more than you can know. (1020 words)

Art by @/bc-jpeg and dividers by @/cafekitsune

This morning was not unlike many others. It was soft and windy. The curtains swam in the breeze of an already scorching sun, light shifting under the fabric’s billowing. The rays dash over the features of your beloved, he glows amidst the messy room. You’ve seen this a thousand times and with each fresh memory, it only gets better.

Grian’s nose scrunches as he stirs awake, body heavy with sleep. His arm is still draped over your waist, your hand traces the base of his wings, languid motions making his eyes flutter shut for a moment too long. You swear he’s gone back to sleep until his own hands pull you closer. His head of sandy hair rests on your shoulder as he curls into your embrace. His wings unfurl, blocking out the sun and sight of the clothes from last night, pants disregarded atop a chair, shoes still at the foot of the bed. 

Booze and dancing, a party where you know everyone. Your feet have never ached more and aching has never felt this good. Every song revealed a part of your soul, fragments shining under a disco ball with every move and step. You are surrounded by friends, but your eyes land back on him. Grian stands at the edge of the floor with two drinks in hand. He looks eager to join but, despite his craned neck, can’t seem to find a counter to place the cups down. Catching your glance, he smiles, handing Joel and Lizzie their drinks, and then springing towards you. He weaves through the thinning crowd until he can reach your hand. He pulls you closer, taking only a step back, and holds your jaw with his other hand. You hold on to the lapels of his dress shirt, straightening his loose tie. His thrilled smile eases into a fond grin and he presses a kiss to your lips. 

Now, he’s much less energetic. To think if it weren’t for him, you might’ve already been up and working. The days before him were mundane as well, but different. You might’ve not gone to that party, stayed in and slept late, staring at a ceiling and counting the blemishes. You trace the uneven skin on Grian’s shoulder, counting the occasional raised patches.

“Love, you need to get some summer clothes.” You say, and he hums, half listening, mostly basking in the attention. “Your sweater’s making you break out again.”

“We can sort that out later.”

Later. Now, the world is your bedroom. How much work could you have gotten done before this? How many pangs of loneliness would you have fought to forget in the hours now spent with him? Your hands, nicked and leathery, tuck a strand of hair behind his ear and rest at the nape of his neck, scratching gently. 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the window, your image in a blue expanse of cloudless sky. Your arms are thicker than they were, flaccid. Every evening you both stop what you are doing, put away the tools and materials, they’ll be there tomorrow. On even days Grian cooks dinner, he’s collected quite the recipe book and what used to be labor is now rest. With a skillet in hand, he dances around your kitchen. He pretends to drop the pan only to fake you out. He’s only actually dropped it a single time. 

Before, only with the moon high into the aether would you have stopped to eat, hurrying food into a starved mouth like shoveling coal into a furnace, mechanic and primal. In your cold kitchen, you stared at the ceramic floor. Tomorrow would be the same, again and again. You were much more productive back then.

“Do you have any plans?” Grian asks. The question is innocuous, but the gears are turning in his brain. He knows something’s pulling you down. 

“Not really,” you murmur. Longing strikes a bell in your chest. What could you have been? Successful, productive, probably painfully alone. Would that have been better than this? The first answer that comes to mind is shameful. You were a beautiful animal, a prize pony who never got the medal. How could you even hope to compete now if you were not worthy before?

Grian shifts from beside you. Thoughts run through your mind until he positions his thighs between your legs, straddling you with his weight comfortably resting on your pelvis. His eyes crinkle, but it’s bittersweet. He can’t guess what havoc is parading inside your head, but he knows that far-away gaze. He shifts forward and your fingers hold his waist. He kisses the skin under your lashes, dark hues blending back into the surroundings with each day that passes. You were chasing something, an indescribable mass that would make you good.

He kisses your jaw. His lips are so very dry, but so purposeful. He knows every inch of you, each crevice of your hollow bones, and he holds them so very dearly. You aren’t good, definitely not the best person you could be. But here he is. He sees you and he holds you.

“You have an incredible mind, a vast, vast soul.” He whispers as he finally kisses your lips. Your lungs fill with air, eyes closing and loosening the stranglehold on your heart. 

There are a thousand different ways your life could have gone, but only now do you feel glad to be here. This body has suffered for so long, searching for an excuse to heal itself back from the brink. But Grian needs no reason to love you. He takes your cheeks into his hands, a mirror of the night before, and does not let go. 

You could have accomplished so much in the time you took to realize this, but how much better would it be to do those things with him by your side? Savoring the days as they go, waking up late with only the lasting weight of your partner atop you. Arms and legs aching after dancing and not tirelessly working, giving up on grasping to be someone you never needed to be. 

[emeritus-fuckers]

Ghouls with a reader that has frequent lower back pain, mainly when sitting or picking up something heavy? <3

Ghouls with a darling who suffers from back pains

Ghouls chosen by the emeritus-fuckers discord server. Includes: Sodo, Rain, Cirrus, Cumulus, Omega and Aether.

Sodo (he/him)

You're very lucky with him, honestly.

He's surprisingly strong for someone his build (after all, he's a ghoul, not a human) and he's very, very warm.

So all it takes for your backpains is for him to either lay on top of you or spoon you.

His favorite is sitting behind you and paying his guitar while you cuddle up against him.

He will occasionally jokingly suggest cuddles to outsmart your pain and get rid of it in advance.

Bites you to distract you when the pain gets too bad to distract you.

Sodo is very clingy with people he's close with, so he does occasionally use your pain as an excuse to cuddle.

He's very sweet about it, though.

Rain (he/she/ve)

Rain freaks out.

It's mostly internal, but he still freaks out.

Don't pick up heavy things ever again! That's what ghouls are for, not you!

She pretty much drags you into bed and gives you painkillers.

Also, plenty of water and healthy snacks. Something is clearly wrong for you to experience such pains, you're still young!

Although, in all fairness, you could be over a hundred years old and you'd still be too young for any pain, according to ver. Too young and precious.

It's not in the "you're too young, what issues could you have?" tone, but in a "you're too young for this, I'm so sorry, I'll help you in any way I can, my darling" tone.

If he can do something for you, he will. No straining yourself for you, nuh-uh.

poly!Cirrus (she/ze) and Cumulus (she/her)

Cumulus gushes over you, telling you to put the thing down. Or Cirrus just takes it from you.

You get a very soft scolding until they realize just how bad the pain is.

Cirrus picks you up and carries you to bed for a massage while Cumulus goes to get you some nice ointment.

You get two ghoulettes who are very skilled with their fingers working on the pain in your back.

And after that, cuddles. A lot of cuddles. With their tails wrapped around you.

Lazy day incoming. They'll gladly sing you a lullaby if you wear yourself out.

You end up falling asleep to Cumulus petting your hair and Cirrus drumming her fingers along your side.

Omega (he/him)

Lifts you and the heavy thing easily.

You better pray he doesn't see you in pain or you're banned from carrying anything for the rest of his life.

The thing about Omega is that he will pick up and carry anyone he can. Doesn't matter if it's you, Terzo, or even Alpha. If he has enough strength to pick someone up, he will.

And he's a big strong ghoul. He could probably carry the entire band and not even break a sweat.

Very often, he carries you in one arm and Terzo in the other arm. Terzo jokingly calls omega his Papa Mobile.

Also, Omega comes from a line of shamans, which means he can prepare you medicine that helps with the pain.

Pretty neat, right?

Aether (he/him)

Why are you picking up heavy things in the first place?!

You've got him, hello? Why didn't you call him to pick it up for you?

Honestly, if you weren't in pain, right now, he'd make a (playful) show of being offended.

But since you are in pain, it's time for those big arms of his to shine.

He squeezes you until your back makes that satisfying pop that makes the pain go away.

And if that doesn't happen, it gets personal. Aether now has beef with your back pains.

He massages your back regularly. Even learns how to do it best so you feel better.

He does make a silly little show of "punching" your pain away.

He also offers his services as a pressure blanket!

(Crush me big sexy.)

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Written by Nosferatu.

[valerianonyx]

Tour Bus Behavior

Sodo:

-in time out next to Papa because he couldn't behave

-liked to steal all of Aether's snacks even if he didn't actually like them

-likes to take one of Rain's earbuds and lay his head on his shoulder on the way back

Rain:

-usually reads or listens to game soundtracks or podcasts

-does not like to be touched (some exceptions) when he has his earbuds in or actively reading, but will let some people hold his hand

-helped Sodo steal snacks and would give them to Swiss and Phantom as well

Swiss:

-used to sit next to Sunny and play sentence games, A-Z signs, I spy, etc.

-insists on picking the music, is the reason why there isn't any playing on the bus rides anymore (he played cbat once, only got 15 seconds in)

-likes playing with the hands of whoever is sitting next to him on the way back, usually silently 

Phantom:

-always clung to whoever is near him or clings them to him

-loves joining and observing others in their elements: likes reading over Rain's shoulder if he is sitting with him, playing games with Swiss if he's next to him, watching thrillers and dramas with Cirrus, watching Mountain drum rhythms onto his own thigh, etc.

-whole bag of fidgets, Mountain, Cirrus, and Sodo have their designated ones from it because they use his so often 

Aether:

-used to bring all the snacks and extra waters (Cumulus would help prepare the things that weren't packaged/processed)

-ghoul pillow, anyone and everyone who wants to rest on him can

-jams to his music with his headphones on, one side on, one off, the entire time unless someone needs to talk

Cumulus:

-loves to bring small foods and baked goods as treats there and back, tried getting Sunshine and Cirrus to help but they almost burned the kitchen down, but Aurora did pretty well

-gets really into the movies Cirrus picks, very overdramatic in her reactions (but valid in doing so)

-lets Aurora lay on her and watches videos on her phone with her on the way back

Cirrus:

-brings popcorn for the movie viewers

-does not let anyone else pick out the movie (Sodo ruined it, she trusted his intuition ONCE and it was a waste of an hour and a half of her life, she won't let it happen again)

-will push off anyone who tries to cuddle her, and will steal their favorite items from them if they piss her off (but she will brush hair or file nails for the ghoulettes, Phantom, Rain, or Mountain)

Aurora: 

-usually having 3 am talks (in the afternoon/evening) with Swiss, will also play games (Cirrus enjoys joining in as well)

-also enjoys reading, but mostly graphic novels and manga, will hold the book in between her and these people if she's next to them: Swiss, Phantom, Cumulus, and Mountain (only Phantom and Mountain actually read along with her though)

-will put stickers on her bandmates and their things until they notice

Sunshine:

-would read food, fashion, and true crime blogs with Cumulus over her shoulder

-liked throwing small items (as in a piece of pencil lead, small pebbles, and other unnoticeable things) at Sodo, giggled enough to give away that she was the culprit instantly (Swiss would also do this with her, and occasionally Cirrus or Mountain)

-if she was next to Rain she would try to tune into the podcast he was listening to without making it obvious (he would turn up the volume so she could hear better)

Mountain:

-doesn't really care who sits next to him, nobody bothers him besides when Sodo, Sunny, and Swiss mess with each other 

-likes window seat, eyes never leave the view of the outside unless someone wants to show him something, then they have his full attention

-if someone is laying on him he will usually trace patterns or tap rhythms onto them, or just hum soft songs 

[cumulo-ghoulll]

Ghoul Pack HCs

For a period of time in the late summer, all ghouls and ghoulettes are locked out of all the buildings on the grounds and are forced into the elemental habitat. This is hunting season. It affects every ghoul, making them almost feral, revert back to walking on all fours, and extremely dangerous to anyone who is not another ghoul. On one occasion, Secondo was attacked after refusing to let his ghouls out. He wasn't severely injured but he now has a large scar on his left bicep where he'd been clawed. Copia is more than happy to let them out and usually sends them out a day early after feeding them well in case they don't make any catches.

Dew is usually the first to Turn. He is extremely territorial and one of the only ghouls who do not hunt in a group. He seems to be a bit of a scavenger, getting into fights with the others if they haven't left any food for him. He's often seen circling the doors of the ministry, trying to lure someone out. Apparently, he forgets the lectures given to the siblings and Papas, reminding them not to go outside. Even though he shouldn't, Copia feels a bit bad for his futile efforts and sometimes throws a raw chicken or two out a window for Dew to take.

Rain usually takes himself off to the pond at least a week before Turning to move his koi carp to a tank inside. After Turning, he hunts both on land and in water. His serrated teeth make it extremely easy for him to catch and keep hold of any prey, especially fish. If he eats everything he can in his pond, he usually goes and hunts with Mountain or Swiss. Rain's the least aggressive of all the ghouls and ghoulettes, preferring only small or medium sized prey and avoiding any form of conflict. On one occasion, a Sibling had gone outside to send over some paperwork to a different building, Rain had gotten a bit too close for the siblings liking and was scared off by a few loud claps and shouts.

Mountain is one of the most aggressive ghouls during hunting season. He attacks almost anything that moves. Although his antlers seem to suggest he'd be a herbivore and a lot more docile, Mountain often hunts quite large prey. Elk or moose are released prior to Mountain being sent out. By the end of the season, almost all of them are eaten. He prefers to hunt with a few others, especially Rain and Swiss. Mountain is the one the clergy is told to keep an eye out for as he is extremely hard to scare off if he gets too close. He rarely comes out of the woods however, so it's very rare for him to attack anyone away from the woods' border. Mountain also requires a lot of care at the end of the season as his morals while Turned contradicts his usual morals. Any carcasses have to be disposed of, any surviving elk or moose are released into a different woodland, and Rain uses his elemental powers to naturally wash away any blood.

Swiss hunts with anyone who'll have him. Unlike the rest of the pack, Swiss is extremely good at mimicking different animal calls which makes him extremely useful in pack hunts. Roll calls are made twice daily back in the ministry as Swiss occasionally imitates human screams, hoping to lure people out. He's also an excellent climber and enjoys hunting birds in particular. He's been seen play fighting Dew when they get near each other and Copia always takes the opportunity to take pictures of them.

Aether and Phantom are some of the hardest ghouls to keep out as well as being the most dangerous. Quint ghouls hunt in the shadows so are extremely hard to spot. During hunting season, all the lights are kept on inside the buildings and candles are handed out to anyone who needs them. Quint ghouls are also the hardest to protect yourself from as they literally drain and devour the soul out of their victims. They also work very closely with the ghoulettes. The Quints feed on anything living so don't require any support like Mountain or Dew. Phantom finds it hard to kill anything and Aether has to often convince him to drain a spider. Phantom is almost always starving at the end of the season as he eats very little during it. Copia makes sure there's food waiting for him in his room when he returns.

The ghoulettes are just about as hard to protect yourself from as quints. They suffocate their prey almost immediately. However, it could be argued that they have the most humane way of killing their prey. There's never been any ghoulette attacks though so people tend not to be as cautious of them. They prefer small animals like hares and rabbits but will also help catch prey on pack hunts. The ghoulettes hunt together anyway and rarely hunt alone. They also work with quints a lot as they both hunt in similar ways.

The hunting season lasts around two weeks but the pack makes their way back inside in their own time. It takes a lot of them a little while to go back to walking upright and talking. They're also given an extra week off all work (which annoys Aether as he tries to convince everyone he's fine to go back to work the day after). The pack usually just relaxes in the den and have very long naps.

[aeferfckr]

dropping this fluffy modernau-esque drabble before i release the asshole aether agenda☺️

nsfw. wet dreams. communication. cunnulingus.

boyfriend!aether when he had a dream about you last night, of the both of your wedding night. more specifically, what you two were doing on the wedding night.

boyfriend!aether who's dick twitches in his sleep as he dreams about you sitting on his face, your weight completely on his face, and how you grind on his mouth so fluidly.

boyfriend!aether who wakes up from that very dream with a hard on and a wet spot on his shorts. he seriously couldn't of cummed from a wet dream? right beside you for that matter

boyfriend!aether who regrets looking at your sleeping form: your lips slightly parted, your eyes resting so prettily, and how your chest peaks through the flimsy shirt that you were wearing. he couldn't have disturbed your peaceful sleep for something as embarrassing as a wet dream. so he tip-toed out of the bed into your shared bathroom to take care of his little problem.

boyfriend!aether 's mind continued to replay his dream like a popular song in a grocery store, every feeling, sensation, and emotion he felt in that moment recreated so vividly.

boyfriend!aether whose dick was driving him insane.

boyfriend!aether who finally mustered the courage to have your very first sex talk. it was awkward at first, definitely, as he could see you acerting eye contact and twiddling your fingers together.

boyfriend!aether and you established what exactly should happen whilst getting intimate: do you have any turn-on's? do you have any turn offspring? what should we use as our safe words? is there something that you look forward to when having sex? usual questions along that night

boyfriend!aether whose heart jumped at your voice, admitting the very same things that he has done. you were utterly infatuated with him, of course your mind would drift to more mature topics regarding him.

boyfriend!aether who finally gets the chance to bear himself to you, to make you feel euphoric, to make you feel loved. of course, he starts off slow. his lips trace and suck at the area of your neck, occasionally leaving darkened marks in his path.

boyfriend!aether who leans up to stare into your eyes, his eyes were as calming as ever as he leaned down to kiss you once more. his hands roam down to your chest before squeezing the supple flesh, playing with the buds that peaked from his touch and swallowing the soft sighs that slipped from your mouth

boyfriend!aether who raises his head once more to suck on the very bud he was rolling with his fingers. you cover your mouth to suppress your moans, but your hand ends up getting removed by your pouting lover.

boyfriend!aether who loved to hear your voice so much, who loved to listen to you talk about different topics and how gentle affirmations fell from you oh so sweetly, so why would you hide your moans from him? embarrassed? don't you worry, aether will try his very best to make your pleasure outweigh your embarrassment. and with your 'go ahead', he finally goes down on you.

boyfriend!aether who moans as soon as his lips reach your heat. the smell was so musty, so raw, just how he imagined it to be, dare he say, even better. he draws his tongue from your hole to where you needed him the most.

boyfriend!aether who suckles on your tip while tracing his fingers over your hole. the other hand roamed your skin and left goosebumps in its path.

boyfriend!aether who muses to himself about the volume of your noises: how earlier it was muffled sighs and now it was open-mouthed whines. your back arched off of the bed and your hand in his hair.

boyfriend!aether who swells with pride at the fact that he's making you feel this way, making you feel so good. so good to bring you to your high with a sweet noise of pure sin.

boyfriend!aether who laps up your juices as quickly as he could, daring not to let any go to waste.

© aeferfckr \\ mlist.

[ghoulangerlee]

gonna post this real quick before I go make dinner but; after seeing the movie Saturday, I went to bed, woke up and felt the urge to write this little thing.

RITE HERE RITE NOW SPOILERS - please do not read this if you haven't seen the movie and don't want to be spoiled

takes place shortly after the movie ends, a quiet moment with Copia and his ghouls.

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“Frater,” Aether’s voice cuts through Copia’s haze of thoughts—he's staring down at the ornate desk in front of him, large and grand and all imposing; it had been Sister’s, her paperwork still neatly stacked on top of it—the dust barely settling before the cogs of the church shuffle him into her place.  

Copia blinks a few times, clearing his thoughts and turning to face the doorway; Aether’s there, just beyond the frame of it, and Dew behind him, both in uniform but sans masks, “Ah, you know there’s no need for the title—” he says, and the words sound harsh to him, “I’m just Copia.”  

Aether smiles, something soft and brittle as he comes further into the office, the one he’d been in numerous times before, previously, when Sister had been here still. “And there’s no doubt about that,” he says gently, stopping barely a foot away from Copia, “But, you also deserve the respect of the title.”  

He scoffs, tries to deflect, but Aether grabs his hands and pulls him closer until they’re standing toe to toe, “Don’t sell yourself short, Copia,” Aether says, firmer this time, a frown gathered in the corners of his lips.  

With a heavy sigh, Copia deflates just a little, turning his hands in Aether’s grasp so he can tangle their fingers together instead, “You’re right,” he says, it sounds wooden to his own ears, but his emotions have been all over the place since that night, since watching Sister collapse, since her... 

He doesn’t want to think about it, squeezes at Aether’s hands before finally letting them go and stepping back, putting space between them even though he wants nothing more than to fall into Aether’s arms and allow himself a moment to mourn.  

“I need to...clean things up in here,” Copia says softly, hesitantly, looking around at the packed shelves of books, the knickknacks spread around, small little hints at Sister’s own personality among the stuffiness of the church. “They’ll expect me to move offices, give mine to the new guy...” he trails off, feels a helplessness sort of settle in his stomach. 

He holds absolutely no interest in his current office, there’s nothing special about it beyond it being a room with four walls and a window that looks out over the courtyard. In his later years, he spent most of his time doing paperwork in his own room or in the ghoul den with his ghouls, or occasionally among the pews during services.  

It just feels wrong in a way, to move from one room to another with very little time to mourn the person who used to sit at the desk he’ll be placed at soon. Sure, there had been a service, a funeral, a proper burial, Sister Imperator laid to rest with the higher-ranking members of the clergy—with Nihil and his sons, just as she had wanted.  

It still settles sourly in his stomach.  

“Let us help,” Dew says, stepping up to the desk, running a delicate fingertip along the edge of it, “She was...different, from the others, you know. I dare say she actually respected us at the end,” he then picks up a pile of paperwork, shuffles through it, pausing a long moment before he admits, even quieter, “I miss her too.”  

Copia feels his heart clench tightly, an ache settling deep within him as he recalls the way all of the ghouls had gathered around her at the end, growling and hissing at anyone that had tried to get near her body, even as medical personnel loaded her onto a stretcher, the way Dew had pressed a kiss to his hand in the moments after, once he’d cried over her for several long minutes, murmuring how he and Rain would go with them to see that her body be properly taken care of.  

In that moment, Copia didn’t think much of it, the ghouls were his, they all shared a bond and knew what he needed intrinsically as if the very fiber of their beings were melded with his own—he didn’t think they were mourning her in the same way, just protecting her body because they knew what she’d meant to Copia.  

“Dewdrop,” Copia murmurs, and it’s all he can say as he slides an arm around his shoulders and pulls him into a side hug; he bows his head and rests it against Dew’s, eyes closed.  

Dew hums a bit, shifts in his hold until he can wrap both of his arms around Copia’s middle, still holding tightly to a handful of paperwork, typed neatly with Sister’s looping scrawl at the bottom.  

“I’m not sure when the shift happened, when I stopped resenting her for things and when I started caring about her instead,” Dew mumbles into the still somewhat stiff fabric of Copia’s new jacket.  

Copia laughs, somewhat wetly as he holds Dew tighter, pressing his face into his hair, “Probably around the same time I forgave her for leaving me to grow up alone,” he whispers, “She did her best, with what she had, I think. Raising me from afar. She didn’t want to be seen as weak. With her leading the church. I think. After becoming Papa and seeing how things were, that’s when I sort of got it. Understood why she did the things the way she did them.” He admits quietly, “She was a terrible mother, but an amazing leader.”  

Dew hums quietly in agreement, squeezes Copia just as tight, “She knew the church would be safe with you.” he whispers, sniffling softly, rubbing his cheek against Copia’s jacket, “Just like she knew the Papacy would be safe with you. Like she knew we would be safe with you.”  

He swears softly, closes his eyes tightly and tries not to think about the implications, all those years ago, of assigning three almost broken ghouls to his care while simultaneously making him the defacto leader of the Ghost project—she couldn’t have known then that he’d end up where he is now, back then, when she was still speaking to him in a clipped and firm tone.  

He doesn’t quite have it in him to dwell on that now, and he’s sure that later on, he’ll start looking back, overthink all of it until he’s worked himself up—old habits die hard, even with the new title and new responsibilities.  

“This has turned into a reminiscing session instead of a cleaning session,” Copia eventually mumbles, rubbing his own cheek against Dew’s hair before he pulls away, allows a moment to straighten himself out. “I think we should go through the paperwork first, it’ll be the easiest,” he tries to switch over to professional again, even though he still feels raw and painful inside. “We’ll worry about the rest of it later.”  

The silence settles over them for a moment as Copia’s direction sinks in, and Aether moves to collect some paperwork off of the desk, artfully bypassing Sister’s chair and taking a seat in one on the other side of the desk instead.  

A knock, a gentle rap of knuckles against the door frame and Copia looks up— 

The rest of the pack stand there, gathered just outside the door, as if waiting.  

“My ghouls, what is it?” He asks, briefly feeling concerned that something would bring them all to him. “Is something happening?”  

Swiss and Cirrus share a look but Cumulus is the one who steps forward, lets herself into the room, “We came to help,” she says, there’s a quiver in her voice as she speaks, one of pain and loss, “What can we do?”  

Copia’s eyes track from one ghoul to the other—Mountain, Cirrus, Cumulus, Rain, Sunshine, Swiss, Aurora and Aeon all standing there, waiting for their orders.  

He seems to snap out of it, shaking his head and motioning for them to come in, “Come to the desk, we’re working on sorting this for now,” he says—mountains of paperwork stacked everywhere on the wooden top.  

(Sometimes he wonders if this was the reason she seemed so stressed. He wonders what it means for him.)  

Quiet chatter fills the room as the others file in, standing close to talk while they sort through it all, piling all the things that can be filed away in one of the empty corners of the desk while the rest of it gets thrown into a trashcan to be shredded later.  

As they work, Copia glances up from the frankly concerning amount of tax forms he’d been tasked to sift through, doing a double take when he catches sight of her.  

In the furthest corner of the room, near the ornate fireplace stands Sister Imperator, her arms crossed over her chest as she watches the bustle of the room, the corners of her lips curved upwards in a small smile.  

Copia blinks several times, almost tempted to reach up and rub his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things—but then Sister, she looks over at him, her smile softening into something fond.  

I love you, she mouths, and then, flickers out of existence.  

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Copia loving on his ghouls.... (Copia/Ghouls)

CW - Lactation kink, Religious kink, branding, (light) Whips

Sorry for no Ghoulettes </3 just simply not in the mood today

Copia & Dew: To say Dew loves Copia is an understatement. He's obsessed with Copia, everything to do about him. Loves worshipping him, and for once is so obedient to his commands and task, looking up while he deep throat his Master. Of course, there's the few times he will act up. But that's always quickly changed with the crack of a whip against Dew's back, making him beg for forgiveness. He's edged for so long when he acts up, just needing more of that leather glove around his cock... Hence why he doesn't act up so much! Loves getting back shots from Papa, always bottoms for him but every few moons they'll switch.

Copia & Aether: Soft little things they are. Aether takes his time spreading his Papa out, kissing at his neck and purring - Aether will even trim his nails down for it! Nice and slow thrusts with kisses being shared, Copia's hand touching down Aether's large chest and resting right on his stomach. Aether keeps whispering about how lucky he is for his divine to let him do this, to fuck him so tenderly. He loves jerking Copia off in sync with his thrusts, and when he gets to knot him? Amazing. Aether's knot was the first ghoul dick Copia's ever taken and is still his favorite! Aether sat on his face ONCE and Copia every time requests it when they have intercourse.

(Extra) Dewther & Copia: These two tag team him CONSTANTLY. They sandwich Copia between them, their hands traveling and riling their Papa up. Dew usually initiates cause he loves getting on his knees for Copia, always a fucking tease about it too - and then behind Aether is slowly spreading him with lube. They always end up in a form of train, Dew always as the "first" bottom, Copia in the middle fucking and getting fucked, Aether on top. They're found in his bed together back at the ministry a good chunk, just purring and cuddling.

Copia & Rain: Now, Rain can nurse, everyone knows that at this point. Copia isn't spared from lightly knocking on the water ghoul's door, albeit rare. Rain always welcomes him in, gets them nice and comfortable after stripping. Slowly leading Copia to his most swollen tit first, then their legs get intertwined and they rest there. Occasionally, Rain will cockwarm him during, but always ends up riding his Papa to show his gratitude. Sometimes before shows in the greenroom, Copia will pull Rain to the side just to tweak his nipples while doing him from behind. "Calms the nerves" he says. For a while, during intermission Rain and Copia would disappear until a few minutes left for break

Copia & Swiss: They don't really do much together alone, but when they do; it always makes Copia feel better with laughter. Swiss is a big jokester and tease, always comforting Copia while he's going down on him. Swiss will flip flop on bottoming or topping for Copia, really depends on Papa's mood. They're both left satisfied each time though! During "holy hour" Swiss loves riding Copia while the others watch, mainly because during this they get rebranded and Swiss knows how much Copia loves it when he tightens around his cock when the hot iron touches him. Little fucking freak and constantly gets toys involved

Copia & Mountain: Big guy has a huge thing for Copia when he's in full Papa mode. His booming voice during sermons, how his leather gloves touches Mountain's tongue and caresses his jawline with communion bread, and the confessional booth? Mountain is snuggled up with with Copia, being as quiet as he can while he sucks him off, listening to Papa's heavy voice whispering to the other side of scriptures and advice. Arousal. Mountain has been fingered by him while he practices tomorrow's sermon, cumming so quickly with their scripture being fed to him. It doesn't help sometimes Papa will lean into his ear and whisper a prayer to him.

Copia & Phantom: Every newly summon has a stage where they're just craving for their Papa, and Phantom is very much in that stage. It's more active during tour when they're around each other constantly, Phantom wiggling his way into Papa's bunk. His cunt is always so, so wet for Copia, loves getting eaten out by him and fingered. Has a thing for riding Copia rather than other positions, mainly because Papa will move his hands up to grab his breasts while fucking up into him - or his fingers will circle Phantom's clit when he bounces. Only downside is Copia can't keep up LMAO, that old man can go maybe three rounds and he's done for, but Phantom doesn't mind waiting as long as he's pressed right against Copia the entire time.

Holy Hour: All Papa's have certain rituals with their ghouls, one being "Holy Hour." Being caressed and eventual consummation. This is a time where pack dynamics are irrelevant, no pack leaders, no types, nothing. They're focused on their Papa and only their Papa. Copia does have a preference for Rain, Phantom, Aurora, and Cumulus being first - then the others. This is when they're branded again both physically and bodily, completely linked to their Papa. Some of them are little FREAKS about being burned, especially Dew.

When Copia needs a break in-between, he loves having his ghouls near him pleasuring each other while he watches. Phantom and Aurora love being right against him, panting and moaning on his neck n chest. Their "Papa stage" being satisfied by it. After their Holy Hour, they'll end up in a ghoul pile with Copia right in the middle, everyone has some form out grab on him. Soft purrs, scenting, and occasionally the whines of one of them being satisfied again.

Always brings them closer to their Papa :D

[miasmaghoul]

I’ve been thinking about 0 stamina dew recently. Like that part in mummy dust where he jerks off in time for the canon? Dude gets in like 4 jerks before he’s blowing his load. Probably would be even less if it was someone else’s hands on him.

you guys have no idea what a minute man dew truther i am omg my moment has cum

Dew tries not to view it as a weakness.

He has stamina in other ways. More than most, really. He can take and take without complaining - well, not in any way that matters, at least. He can take pain and pleasure, humiliation and scorn, laughter and praise; whatever they give, he will gladly take. Takes it all in stride, even, save for the occasional case of supdrop or mild internal bruising. Dew is good at taking.

When it comes time to give, though -

"Dew, fuck, please-" Aether voice quivers as much as his belly, tight with pleasure. "Please give it to me."

Well, there's a reason Dew rarely tops.

"Soon," he breathes, licking his lips while he watches Aether open up for him. "Soon, I promise."

Aether drops his head back onto the mattress with a groan, rolls his hips, and Dew sighs.

There's a reason he rarely tops, but Aether asked, and Aether always gets what he wants. Whether Dew likes it or not.

As though he could possibly not.

They've been here for a while now, started back when the sun still painted his room in summery tones of rose and peach. It's lit by Dew's bedside lamp now, but Aether looks no less tantalizing in this light.

On his back, legs splayed and hanging over the edge of the bed, fists bunched in pale gray sheets. He's flushed all over, skin shiny with sweat and speckled with evidence of Dew's mouth. Splotches of color that pepper Aether's throat, his inner thighs and everywhere in between. Sucked in deep enough that Dew will be able to press on them for a few days to remind Aether what he can do.

Dew's eyes, though, aren't caught on those marks. They're been stuck between Aether's legs for a while now, ever since Dew settled to his knees between those strong thighs. Stuck on the sight of Aether's wet, purpling cock, throbbing where it rests in the crease of his hip. It jumps every time Dew's fingers move, every time he curls them deep inside Aether's needy body.

Dew pets at the bump of his prostate and Aether yelps as his cock spits a blurt of pre. There's a trail of it coating Aether's hip, just begging to be lapped up. Dew indulges, drags his tongue from Aether's frenulum and over the fresh bead already welling up in his slit. Relishing the choked off gasp he gets in return, in the way that tight pink hole clamps down around his digits.

He licks up the mess coating Aether's warm skin, bathes his tongue in the salty musk of pre and sweat, and Dew's own cock dribbles onto the hardwood floor.

The thing has gone ignored all evening, left alone while Dew worked Aether over. While he licked into his mouth and kissed down his chest. While he took every inch of Aether into his hot mouth and swallowed him down. While he pressed wet, sloppy kisses to Aether's full balls and tickled his soft, pink rim.

It hurts. Aches in a way Dew really likes, in spite of himself. It's so hard, flushed red and sticking straight out, wagging in the air whenever Aether lets out one of his beautifully agonized sounds. The little ghoul hasn't so much as squeezed at it, devoting himself instead to pulling pleasure from Aether's stunning body in any way he can.

He has no other choice - one rogue brush of his own fingers could spell his doom.

Well, maybe not just a brush, but it certainly wouldn't help.

Dew rolls his hips into the air anyway, silent desperation. His other hand, the one not busy milking drop after drop of fluid from Aether's twitching cock, provides a distraction. He funnels heat into his palm, rubs it over Aether's thigh and up his stomach. Aether hisses at the burning warmth, squirms, and Dew pulls it back just enough to make him groan instead.

"Dew - love, please," he begs, the sound of it hitting the little ghoul right in the gut, "you - want you -"

"You've got me," Dew assures him, trying not to let his voice betray the soreness between his legs. Not that he needs to hide it, Aether knows exactly why Dew's holding out on him. They've been here before.

"You know what I mean," Aether pants, gasping out a soft oh when Dew's overwarm hand wraps around his pulsing length. Aether peers down at him with blown-out eyes and bee stung lips, deep hunger lining his face. Dew gives his swollen tip a little kiss and pillows his head on Aether's thick thigh, letting out deep sigh.

"Are you close?"

Dew crooks his fingers and a generous blob of pre slides down over his knuckles. Aether shivers, but he doesn't respond, and Dew has his answer.

"You know how this works," he murmurs, smearing that slickness over Aether's shaft and starting to stroke. "You know how to get it inside."

Dew watches Aether dig his fingers into the sheets harder, and he can't help the little moan that escapes him.

"Just tell me when," he breathes, nipping at the tender skin of Aether's hip. "Then you can have it."

It's not that he wants to deny Aether. Not really. That's more of a pleasant side effect of this exercise. Dew has a definite goal here, one he's never managed but always aims for, and it hinges on getting Aether to that razor's edge before he even thinks about giving him what he wants. It's the only way Dew stands a chance.

Patience is not a virtue the little ghoul possesses in spades, but determination is another story.

Tonight, he will make Aether cum on his cock.

Dew snorts to himself - even in his head it sounds ridiculous. Something that should be so simple, always just out of his grasp. He tries, every time he tries, and yet success eludes him. Always on a hair trigger, never more than a few pumps from spilling long before he's ready. Weak to any pressure around the sensitive flesh hanging between his legs, pathetically so. His own hand was bad enough, and that's a habit he's mostly abandoned in favor of becoming something of a communal hole instead.

But he is determined, and Aether deserves to spill all over his own belly before Dew fucks a hot load into him. Dew will be so good to him afterwards to make up for the wait, he swears he will - all Aether has to do is give him this. Has to lay there and take what the little ghoul gives him, has to let Dew push and push until he can't take any more, driven to the brink until he's a drooling, quivering mess.

Dew wraps his lips around the head, gives him a nice slurp, and Aether's back arches. The sound he makes when Dew stretches his jaw and swallows him down is low and decadent, deliciously sinful. It only takes a few bobs of his head for Aether's breathing to go stilted, and Dew takes that as his opportunity to wiggle a third finger into Aether's eager hole.

"Lucifer that's good," Aether says in a rush, trying to rock back against Dew's hand. His cock throbs against Dew's tongue and the little ghoul groans, the vibration of it forcing a tremor through every inch of Aether's body. "Oh, Dew -"

His voice melts into a tight, reedy plea for more, and Dew knows it won't be much longer now. He doubles down on wringing those heady sounds from Aether's throat. Messy, unintelligible gurgles that flow freely from his tongue and his cock pours pre down Dew's throat.

Aether's fluttering round his probing fingers now, hot and velvety in a way that makes Dew's eyes cross. He's rutting into the air mindlessly, skinny hips humping against nothing at all. Part of him hates that he can stay so hard for so long, only to fall apart in seconds. It feels like a betrayal on the deepest level, but right now Dew doesn't care.

Aether's starting to sound stupid now, and it's music to his ears. Little ah, ah, ah sounds forced out with every swirl of Dew's fingers over his most sensitive spots. He's started to draw his knees up too, started to curl in on himself, and Dew feels Aether's balls begin to draw up against his chin.

"Close, close," Aether warns, moaning long and low when Dew pulls off with a wet pop.

"Yeah?" He asks it a bit breathlessly, eyes sparkling and cock jumping. "Gonna shoot for me?" Aether gives him a frantic nod and Dew groans, biting his lip. "Fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so good."

He pulls his fingers from Aether's tense, quivering body with no ceremony, little chest heaving as he shoves himself to his feet. His knees scream at the movement, but Dew does not have the capacity to care. He paws at the bed in search of their discarded bottle of lube, digging it out from the mess of blankets and popping the cap.

"Legs up," he instructs, drizzling entirely too much slick over himself, "show me - yeah, just like that, fuck."

Dew groans through his teeth when Aether grabs for his knees and tucks them up by his chest, making sure not to hide his face. Dew would never allow that. He's slick and swollen, puffy hole clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. Dew pours more lube there too, and Aether squeezes his eyes shut with a strangled sound.

"Shh," the little ghoul soothes, smearing the lube over his hole and pushing some inside. "I've got you, I've got you."

With a deep breath, Dew finally risks touching himself where it counts. His whole body feels like a livewire, twitchy with unspent energy and tension. He hasn't only ignored his cock tonight - his whole body remained off limits, even to Aether. Especially to Aether. He can feel sweat trailing down his temples, down his sacrum, and when Dew oh-so-gently spreads that generous layer of lube over himself it knocks the air from his lungs. It's just so sensitive.

With a barely-hidden whimper, Dew wipes his slippery hand clean on the sheets and grips tight at the base, his other hand digging into the plushness of Aether's thigh. Squeezing mindlessly while he lines up his dripping cock with Aether's wet hole. There's entirely too much lube in play here, but it's all intentional. Necessary, if you ask Dew. An added barrier, a reduction in sensation that his body desperately needs.

It hardly helps. Even the bump of his tip against Aether's hole feels like too much, and Dew grabs at Aether's cock again. Strokes once, twice, three times to make sure he's still riding the edge. The way Aether's toes curl is a dead giveaway.

"Dew," he bites out, licking his lips and opening himself so wide, "now."

Dew can deny him no longer.

The little ghoul shouts when the tip slips into that tight ring of muscle, and the searing pressure of Aether's body shreds his patience with the sharpest claws. It sucks him in, hot and silky and so, so perfect. Dew sinks into him in one long push, not trusting himself to stop. If he stops, Aether might clamp down on him. If Aether clamps down on him, his head will implode.

What a way to go.

Dew seats himself to the hilt, and the moment their hips meet his shoulders hunch. He's throbbing already, his balls tight, and Dew cannot stay still or silent.

"Aeth - shit, Aether," he nearly whispers, chest heaving while his greedy hands grope at Aether's belly and chest, "so good, you feel so good, oh -" He starts pumping before he really means to, any control hopelessly vanishing into the suffocating heat of Aether's body.

It's embarrassing how quickly he falls apart, it really is.

"Please, please," he pants, too-stiff dick pulsing deep in Aether's hole. It's barely been a minute, but he's right there already. Like always. He drags blunt nails down that soft stomach, scratches red marks that he'll lick Aether's cum off of later.

Dew wraps both spidery hands around Aether's fat cock, strokes him tight, and the last of his control dissolves in the hurt cry Aether offers. He's slamming in now, the slap of skin on skin loud and lewd in Dew's ears.

"Aeth, baby, please -" he begs - demands - hips stuttering when Aether squeezes around him, Dew still working him with frantic hands. "Please cum, need you - oh fuck - need you to cum for me, please -"

Aether's moaning nonstop now, leaking all over Dew's fingers, thighs trembling. Dew worked so hard to get him here, spent so long worshipping Aether the way he always deserves. He knows it's close, knows he's so close to finally feeling Aether writhe around him without blowing first. He knows he can make it happen tonight, has to make it happen tonight. He doesnt care how much he has to beg, to plead; the gnawing need to feel Aether clamp down around him far outweighs any shame.

"Know you can," Dew spits, half out of his mind at least. The knot of painful heat in his belly is unraveling far too quickly, his blood set to boil. Aether hisses when Dew tightens his grip, twisting over the head, and Dew starts to ramble. "Please do it, please Aeth, let me feel it, I gotta - need to feel it, feel you -"

Dew cuts himself off with a shocked howl when a callused finger brushes over his nipple. The sensation zips through him like white-hot lightning, wrapping around the base of his spine and forcing his stomach tight. He fixes Aether with wide, wild eyes, and finds the other ghoul wearing the worst sort of smile.

"Wanted to...touch you too," Aether pants between Dew's hammering thrusts, and the little ghoul can't possibly hope to stop himself now.

"Oh no - Aeth, no, please," he whimpers, hips stuttering while the other ghoul fiddles with his chest, "you can't, that -" Dew gags on his cries when Aether pinches that stiff bud, drooling directly onto the other ghoul's stomach.

"Why...not?" Aether has no business sounding so playful, not when Dew can feel himself stabbing at his prostate with every pump. He swallows hard.

"'S gonna make me cum," Dew mewls, truly pathetic, "if you don't -"

Aether silences him by dragging Dew into a desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth and shivery moans. Dew can feel his rhythmic clenching; he's right there, he's so close -

"Next time," Aether tells him. His other hand sneaks up to Dew's other nipple, gives it a flick, and as Dew's plans for the evening start squirting out all over Aether's insides, all he can do is sob.

Next time, he'll get it.

Next time, Aether will be bent over.

With his hands tied behind his back.

Troublemaker.

[scarecrow-collective]

Can we have some pet play ghoul writing then?!

Yes anon you may!!! As always minors please do not interact with this post, cw for pet play,if that makes you uncomfortable please be advised to scroll away!! Enjoy!!!!

The ghouls will have a day a week where they'll all get together and do a scene as a pack. It gives the pets time to socialize with each other and to play around and let all their loose energy out, the owners (Cirrus, Sunshine, Aether) will sit back and gossip until their pets decide they're needy enough.

Sometimes they'll let the pets have fun with each other, like for example!! Poor puppy Swiss fucking into Dew while Aether praises them through it, if Swiss does good enough then he'll be allowed to fuck Cirrus full.

The pets can get too rowdy sometimes, especially with the more softer ones like Rain and Aurora so oftentimes they'll be muzzled or leashed in order to not cause another mishap from happening. Swiss is usually the culprit of this, he gets too rowdy in his puppy mind and ends up biting the others too hard.

If he does get too rowdy then Mountain will shove him down and show him who's the bigger dog between the two of them, Swiss is usually whining and barking after he's been filled up quite a few times. Both dog's get treats afterwards and Swiss gets lots of pets and praises for being such a good boy for Mountain and taking his knot so well.

The softer ones like Rain, Aurora and Cumulus usually stick together. Rain will pamper both kitties by eating them out and fucking them full, it leaves both girls a purring mess and they love it. Rain will even allow Cumulus to fuck him if she wanted, he'll chitter and wag his tail while she fucks into him, sometimes Aurora will join and he'll eat her out.

Phantom and Swiss are just big dumb dogs, they'll wrestle and try and pin the other down to dominate him but usually Swiss end up on top. Occasionally Swiss will submit himself to Phantom and let him fuck his puppy knot into him as many times as he needs, sometimes Mountain will join and will fuck the losers throat full.

In the end though they all get their energy out one way or another and their owners are so proud, they'll clean their pets up and will praise them and shower them in affection and love while they're in a cuddle pile purring away. And every week they'll do this again, and they'll always get their love and affection no matter what.

[glitterguts13]

Which genshin make character do you think makes the most sounds I.e screaming, begging, sobbing, groaning, panting etc… during birth?

My personal bets would be on Aether. He just seems like he would just be such a wreck when he goes into labour, panting and groaning with each push, begging the doctor there to pull the baby out.

He probably starts sobbing quietly when he gets told he can’t push, but he's quite submissive and listens to the doctor.

Bonus points in that he’s also super shy during labour because the doctor likes him bare, a bunch of people are holding back his legs staring at him as he pushes. His noises seem even louder because the room is so quiet besides him. 🥺

Poor baby has some of the most painful births.

How about I do you one better and give you an in-depth review of all the male characters and how loud I think they'd giving birth? Is this entirely too long and unnecessary? Yes, but who the fuck cares. Hopefully, I didn't miss anyone. Also just a reminder since we don't have canon ages, everyone here is assumed to be 18+

Mondstadt Albedo

5/10 Starts off very calm and collected. He's focused on his goal, and he's done plenty of research on the matter at hand. So confident in fact, he only asks for assistance from Sucrose, and feels it completely pointless to reach out for help from any midwife or doctor. About halfway through, he starts to get more vocal, with low moans and heavy pants. It certainly is more intense than he expected. But the time he's he's on his knees pushing, he's full-on cursing and pleading for it to be over. Never gets to the point of screaming, but he's certainly not quiet.

Bennett

8/10

It doesn't take much to get Bennett to start moaning and groaning in pain. Sure, he's got shit luck, but his pain tolerance is awfully low. He seeks out help from the local doctor and is chastised several times for being too loud and frightening other patients. Gets on his hands and knees to push, screaming the whole way through, no matter how much the nurses tell him to quiet down.

Diluc

2/10

Quiet. So quiet it's almost concerning. The baby is nearly crowning before you so much as hear a whimper from him, and even then he's deep breathing his way through it. Occasional soft moans, but only when he thinks no one can hear him. The doctors are rather impressed with him. Kaeya

6/10

Stubborn fool, refuses any and all medical assistance. Handles the first part of labor with only a few groans and annoyed huffs. Gets more vocal as it goes, pacing around and rocking his hips to help the baby move lower. Never full-on screams while pushing, but there is a lot of yelling and swearing and threatening. Mika

7/10

Handles the first half of labor and most of the middle pretty well. Pacing around his room, chatting with the nurses. However, once he starts to transition it's a whole other situation. He's on his knees, screaming bloody murder begging for someone to make it stop. The nurses have to haul him back into bed and pin his legs down to keep him from kicking the doctor in the face. Razor

4/10

Razor just returns to the woods when he feels his labor starting. Doctors make him nervous, and he doesn't want a midwife either. Might not be the most sanitary thing, but the woods are where he's most comfortable and this is where he wants to have his baby. Lots of low groans and growls sound more feral than painful. Only starts to shout a little as the head begins to crown, but even then it isn't all that much.

Venti

6/10

Shockingly not as bad as you'd think. Honestly, I feel like Venti has had a lot of kids over the years, and maybe it's just because he's been through so much, he's pretty chill through the first half. Once the contractions start ramping up, he's huffing and puffing, moaning and groaning. Lets out a few screams while pushing, but always seems to have rather quick births. Never seeks out medical attention.

Liyue

Baizhu

6/10

Very calm at first. He's delivered many children in his time as a doctor, so he's not at all unprepared. He sips on tea and slowly breathes his way through each wave of pain, closing his eyes and bracing himself. Once he starts to push he gets more vocal, shouting and crying, exhausted and weak. He doesn't have the physical strength to push the baby out quickly, so he's struggling for a good long time.

Chongyun

7/10

He gets pretty loud halfway through, mostly moaning. He can't sit still, constantly getting up and down, squatting and kneeling. Everything is just so uncomfortable. The midwives help him, but when it comes time to push they have to keep reminding him to stop screaming, it's only wasting his strength.

Gaming

9/10

Has no pain tolerance for this. He's already crying as soon as labor starts and doesn't stop the whole way. The doctors have to strap his legs up for his own safety as he keeps tossing and turning while trying to push, desperately shutting his legs to keep the head from popping free while he screams for them to just pull it out.

Xiao

1/10

Jesus Christ he barely makes so much as a whimper. No one even knows he's in labor till he's reaching between his legs and lifting a crying baby into his arms. Catches everyone off guard, all they heard were a few soft pants and deep breaths.

Xingqiu

8/10

Starts off very collected and together. His family hires a well-known midwife to tend to him, but like Gaming, he has no pain tolerance. He's screaming and moaning from start to finish. His legs had to be held back because he refused to push, the pain was just too intense.

Zhongli

1/10

Like Xiao, you aren't going to have a clue until he's literally pushing his baby out into his hands. A few low moans maybe, and some deep breathing, but Zhongli is literally a stone wall while in labor.

Inazuma

Arataki Itto

6/10

Not loud in a screaming way, but his moaning is astoundingly loud. Long, low, and drawn out, he's moaning through each contraction like it's a lifeline. Chatters away between contractions but as soon as the pain hits, his head is down and he's moaning away. A few yells and cries as the baby is born, but never a real scream. Gives birth alone, the doctors and midwives don't want to deliver the child of an Oni.

Gorou

7/10

Gives birth with the aid of Kokomi. She's helped deliver babies for others in the army before and was thrilled when Gorou shyly asked her for help bringing his pups into the world. Gorou is very shy about making too much noise and stifles it through most of his labor. However, when it comes time to push, he's a wreck. Shrieking and shouting, trembling all over with tears running down his face. Doesn't help he's got at least three pups in his belly waiting to be born.

Kazuha

4/10

Mostly quiet, but he does start to pant and moan near the end. If he wasn't around the doctor of The Crux he would most likely be louder, but he feels too embarrassed to be making a scene. A few cries as the baby is born, but it isn't much.

Kamisato Ayato

3/10

Stoic through most of the birth, mainly because it's expected of him. As head of the family, he can't go making a scene with a bunch of screaming and crying, so he's forced to keep it all inside. Slow, even breathing, and a couple of deep, throat moans while actively pushing.

Heizou

6/10

Very typical birth honestly. Seeks the help of a doctor in Inazuma and follows instructions nicely. Deep breathing, low moans, and a few panicked screams as the baby starts to crown.

Thoma

5/10

Like Heizou, he's very typical. Follows the instructions of the midwife the Kamisato family hired to tend to him. Paces a lot, and tries to keep cleaning even while in labor. Starts begging for it to stop while in the transition phase, and gets louder from there on out. The midwife gets onto him multiple times for being too dramatic.

Sumeru

AlHaitham

2/10

A lot like Xiao and Zhongli, he's extremely quiet. He's a little more vocal at the end while pushing. Mostly grunting his way through each push, and gasping for air as he finishes. Not much else though, the doctor and nurses tending to him are very impressed by how well he handled it.

Cyno

4/10

The moron gives birth out in the middle of the desert because he refused to be fussed over. Tighnari has to go out and find him but fails to drag him home before Cyno is moaning about the baby coming out right this second- A few loud shouts and the baby is born, very quickly.

Kaveh

10/10

From the second his labor starts, everyone knows. He's moaning, groaning, crying, screaming, panting, gagging all of the sounds you can imagine. Swears he hears a nurse mumble something about taping his mouth shut at some point. The whole hospital is trying to get him to calm down, he's not even halfway through, but Kaveh just cries harder. Has to be held down while pushing because he kept flailing about, screaming bloody murder the whole way.

Tighnari

5/10

Very calm about the whole thing. Like Baizhu, he's delivered babies before. Mostly on accident because no one else was around to help, but still, he knew what to expect. Has his pups at home, very good about steady breathing and not wasting energy on being noisy. Only starts to get loud at the end, because like Gorou, his kind have litters and one baby is hard enough to get out, let alone three.

Fontaine

Freminet

4/10

Dead silent through most of it aside from some labored breathing and quiet moans. Does scream some at the end though, while the baby is crowning. He gives birth at home with his siblings, they wouldn't allow anyone near him anyway.

Lyney

6/10

Much more vocal than Freminet but not overly loud. A lot more huffing and puffing, waddles around their home the whole time until he can't stand any longer. Definitely starts screaming towards the end and while pushing, his pain tolerance isn't as high as his siblings.

Neuvillette

4/10

Will not allow anyone near him while he labors. He's shut off from the world, held up in his house. Shuffles about, but mainly rests in his bathtub, the water keeping him calm. Slow, even breaths, a few moans here and there. Cries some while pushing, but never gets much louder than a shout.

Wrio

5/10

Pretty much the same as Neuvillette, but gets more vocal towards the end. A lot of moaning, very loud and guttural. Let's the medical staff at the prison take care of him, and because of his rank, no one makes any comments on how loud he's being.

Fatui

Dottore

??/10

No ones anything about what this man does in private, and honestly, it's probably better that way. In all seriousness though, he's very quiet, scarily so. It's like he doesn't even feel the pain at all.

Capitano

1/10 Not so much as a whimper. Dead silent through the whole thing.

Pantalone

6/10

Starts off very collected and slowly breaks down into a panicked mess. He doesn't handle pain well, and by the time he's pushing, it's all screams and swears.

Pierro

1/10 Again, no sound. Doesn't face him beyond an occasional flinch.

Tartaglia

4/10

Handles it very well, with lots of slow breathing and pacing. He's been there for the birth of his siblings, so he's fully prepared for what's to come. Gets a little loud while pushing, but never more than a few deep moans.

Wanderer

7/10

Won't let anyone near him. Most of the moaning and screams are coming from panic over pain, a lot of flashbacks to what Dottore has done to him over the decades. He'll never admit just how much it hurts, but he's very vocal regardless.

[lyaswriting]

A Second Chance

Childe x Female!God!reader Reincarnation AU

Trigger Warnings: Blood, death, no beta we die like Rex Lapis

„I will return to you. Pinky promise.“

The whispered promise still lingered in her mind, where it had been for centuries, as Y/N walked through the park outside of a changed Mondstadt, quickly looking before crossing the street so she wouldn‘t be hit by a car, while taking a sip from her coffee. So she entered the park, that looked like it was a bit of a window into a past she sometimes barely remembered for how long it had been. Yet here she could still sometimes sit down and remember, occasionally still having to defend from a few slimes or other elemental beings, but to Y/N it was worth it, if only for the memories. Y/N had watched, as the times had changed after the fall of Celestia, after visions were no longer necessary to control elemental powers and after humanity decided to take matters into their own hands. She had watched as civilizations had risen and fallen, as people had embarked on journeys greater than they could imagine, as lovers had found their way back to each other, proving themselves that true love does exist.

And yet, Y/N thought, mine is the exception. As her lover had never returned, even though he promised. But he had tried, oh how he had fought to come back to her, but in the end it hadn‘t been enough.

And so, to make peace with the past or to not forget it, she didn‘t really know, she began writing down the stories, and adventures she had seen and lived. And she had written many about her once friends, as she felt each of their stories deserved to be told. And yet, as if to mock her once more, none sold better than the Story about the True Love between the Harbinger and the Goddess of Dreams. Although people often complained about the story having such a grim ending. But that was the harsh truth, that some stories did not have a happy ending.

If she listened into herself she could still remember their first meeting as if it had been merely days ago. She had just awoken from a slumber the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles had put her under, so she had decided to join Aether, the brave outlander, in his cause and traveled the world. That was when she had met the ginger haired Harbinger in Liyue, before the Rite of Descension.

In the Guili Plains she had fought some vishaps that had attacked her, she remembered, and was close to winning the fight, growing confident in her powers, as someone jumped into the middle of the fight, flashing two identical hydro blades, and before she knew it, the vishaps lay dead before them.

„Excuse me, but I had that under control!“, Y/N told the young man a bit rudely, who in return only put away the blades, and turned around slowly, grinning.

„Is that so?“, he said, looking her over before looking at her mildly enraged face.

„Yes. I was testing my fighting abilities, not to mention cutting in, jumping in without asking if I need help is rude.“

„I‘m sorry then. I can see now that you are perfectly capable of handling yourself. Maybe I can take you out to dinner, as an apology?“, he offered, while trying to look guilty, and failing.

„Do you always ask out women this way? Try to charm them after saving their lives?“

„So you do admit I saved your life?“, and he‘d smirked, oh that smirk.

„I did not mean it that way.“

„Of course you didn‘t“

„You didn‘t even tell me your name yet“, she bit back then, which he countered„And you didn‘t give me an answer“

„Fine, if you insist.“

„Perfect, I‘m Ajax by the way.“, he said, a dashing smile on his face, and equally smiling she answered,„Y/N“.

A little smile snuck onto her face, before it faded and she remembered how the whole story had ended. It had been centuries, and yet her heart had not healed. Some people you love so much that they leave a mark behind when they go, Zhongli had once said after the Battle against Celestia, familiar of the pain Y/N felt. And sometimes, he had said, they refuse to leave either, returning one way or another. But that was only wishful thinking, she knew, as she looked down at her hands, still almost seeing the blood that had stained them so long ago.

She‘d found the Harbinger after the battle, but instead of being fine like he promised, there was a gaping wound in his stomach, leaking blood just like the dozens of cuts on his body. His eyes had lighted up at seeing her, even if his smile was more melancholic as she kneeled next to him.

„Hey girlie.“

„What… you‘ll be fine. We‘ll get you to Barbara or Baizhu. You‘ll be fine.“

At that, he raised a hand to cup her cheek, making her look at him.

„Girlie, it‘s too late. Even if you…“, he coughed at this moment, she remembered, and he‘d coughed up blood, „even if they come… I used Foul Legacy for too long… my life is spent.“

„No, no, no… This cannot be. There has to be a way, I‘m a goddess, that has to count for something… I can figure something out, I just need time…“, Tears streamed down her face at this point violently shaking her, as she felt his breathing slow down, his voice raspy, „I wish we‘d have that time. But you, Y/N, were the best thing I could have hoped for. You were my dream.“

„Please don‘t leave me, I can‘t… I can‘t…“

„I will return to you. Pinky promise.“

Those had been the last words the Harbinger had ever said. And since then, every year she had returned to the park, to the same tree he had leaned against in his final moments, as if it could somehow make her feel closer to him.

That was when she heard it in the distance by the lake, fighting noices near the lake.

„If it is those damn hydro slimes again, I swear…“, she muttered under her breath, as she ran to the lake, already summoning her powers in her hand, throwing it at the slimes as soon as she saw them, apparently much to the dismay of their opponent.

„And here I thought I‘d get a little practice, but I guess not…“, the guy muttered.

That voice, that voice she had heard in her own dreams for a few hundred years now. It couldn‘t be, could it?

Y/N turned around, her heart beating so fast she would be scared if she weren‘t a goddess. And there he stood, as if he had never been gone, ginger hair tousled from the fight, hydro blades still in his hands.

„Anything particular you are staring at? Wanna spar perhaps after you destroyed my guinea pigs?“

He still had a playful tone, she noticed, but one look told her, that he didn‘t know who she was. Her heart sank a bit, before she caught herself, nearly laughing at the irony of their meeting.

„I… I‘m sorry, that was rude. I just thought someone might need help again and then I jumped in, completely disregarding your apparent dislike for help… I‘m sorry.“

„Apology accepted.“

„Even though, with those blades you wouldn‘t have gotten far against them, you know that right? Hydro vs Hydro and all.“

„Opinion noted.“

She laughed at that, an idea forming in her head.

„Opinion? You‘re welcome. But if you insist, may I take you out on dinner, to make it up?“

He studied her then, something seemingly pulling him in.

„I‘m sorry, I didn‘t get your name, did I? I‘m Ajax.“, and with that he stretched out his hand to her, which she shook, and smiled.

„I‘m Y/N“.

Ajax paused for a second, a feeling gnawing at him, as if he should remember something he doesn‘t, it was easy to read for Y/N, after all she had known him once before.

„Have we met once before?“, he asked, staring at her curiously.

„We kind of did. But I think you wouldn‘t believe me if I told you, it‘s apparently kind of a neverending story…“, she answered truthfully, looking into his blue eyes, full of life this time, and more mesmerizing than ever.

„Try me“, he said then, „maybe at that dinner you offered?“

And he smirked, oh that smirk.

And Y/N smiled too.

Maybe Zhongli had been right, that some people are bound to each other, and maybe Ajax had kept his promise too, he had found a way to return to Y/N.