#tartaglia drabble

[teyvat-writer]

Sorry I got another idea 😼 this is an au idea

Childe being your roommate and having to deal with your constant shouts during the night because you’re a gamer. So he does little things to make you keep quiet, they usually don’t work.

One day, he has enough and says your screaming over stupid video games is keeping him from sleeping. And you, being a little shit, say, “Then why don’t you be the cause of my screams~?”

But Childe is also a little shit so he fucks you until you’re apologizing for being such a brat. But it’s also not the last time he fucks you, now when you play video games, you have to cock warm him. He loves fucking into you whenever your team is about to win, you make the cutest sounds.

Okok,,,, what if over time he finds himself getting off to your voice and that's what causes such an extreme reaction from him- well, extreme in that usually you'd expect someone to just, y'know, maybe punch ya for bein too loud, not shove their cock balls deep in ya. Even better if he ONLY does the cockwarming when you're playing a multiplayer game- imagine playing something like phasmophobia with proximity voice chat with some friends, trying not to moan as your friends can literally hear you but also so the ghost doesn't kill you. If you manage to keep quiet during moments like that, he'll reward you by railing you into the mattress (tbf he was gonna do that anyways but he won't be as degrading <3)

[miyaz6ki]

kiss him to shut him up ☆

summary. literally the title.

director's note. greetings disciples, i feel as though I have been FLOPPING!! so have something I'm frfr proud of, happy 1.5k disciples!

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, neuvillette, dainsleif, diluc, xiao, kinich

warnings. kissing n all that sap (yuck), fluff/suggestive

albedo is busy talking to you about his latest experiments, wrapping his jacket around you to ensure you don't get cold while resting at his lab. maybe he didn't notice the sneaky glances you set from his ocean eyes to his lips.

"and so... it basically recreated a somewhat circle of-" peck! ... "huh?"

he doesn't which feeling is more dominant; flushed or confused. yet he won't complain too much, displaying a simple smile as he slowly blinks with confusion, lovingly at least.

alhaitham happened to be ranting about a drunkard he spotted at the bar he and his friends (cyno, tighnari, & kaveh) went to while playing TCG, cyno's treat.

but when it truly sinks in that you had just kissed him, he wished you had kept it for a little longer. honestly was very close to leaning back in and letting it lead to something else, but he wouldn't let his pride down. deciding on giving a smirk, and poking one of your cheeks.

"what was that for, hmm?"

capitano is secretly someone who talks a ton when you get to know him despite his cold exterior, he's very fond of getting to tell you about his day, not being able to necessarily tell anyone (other than pierro)

before you could pull away from the simple peck on his crusted lips- it's almost immediate that he pulls you back in, giving you barely any time to breathe. simply leaning in more to the kiss, a hand behind your head grasping your hair to prevent you from getting away. it's alright, he loves a chase.

"trying to tease me, my love?" a deep, dark chuckle emits from his raspy throat as he runs a hand down your spine, from your scalp to your back, his eyes pierced you with love.

childe is sooo obviously cheeky about this, his teasing is inevitable when you're the one initiating this. yet he finds himself so stunned from the whole thing, he could feel the blush creep up from his neck already.

he was busy telling you about his previous adventures, trying to impress you and show off his strength, yet the only thing he was able to see from how you looked at him, you were set on your lips on his.

"a- ahh... ahem. feeling uhh... bold i see."

wriothesley is in the category of chasing your lips, trying to immediately reel you back into the peck you caused. pulling you in by your waist so you can't escape his touch. he can't say he wasn't used to your teasing, but this time he wanted you to taste your own medicine.

holding you close, until the very line of saliva that connected both of your lips finally broke apart, it was your turn to be flushed with embarrassment.

"oh, look who's all blushy now."

neuvillette is the one who's stunned this time, yet his hands trail back to yours before you can step away a little too far, his eyes telling you everything that you need to know.

"don't run away now, c'mon..."

his smile was soft and genuine, he felt himself trying to lean in further into your touch, so he could stay asleep forever in your arms. he lands another kiss on your lips. he loves to express how much he loves you, yet he doesn't know how to apply and put it out there.

dainsleif found himself leaning back in almost immediately, he didn't wanna run away from you giving him affection out of everything. his cold fingertips trailing up your nape, a soft grasp on your hair (a bold move indeed!)

"...is that the berry flavored chapstick i bought you last week?"

he loves to notice the little things on you, he knows you appreciate it as well, a loving smile, his eyes equally just as loving, staring at you, and only you.

diluc won't admit the deep-seated embarrassment that envelops him. at first, the warm flush spread from his neck to his cheeks, yet he could notice the very same for you. trying to play it cool, his arm that encircles your waist, drawing you in with a tender grip.

"i suppose this isn’t how I imagined our evening would go,"

his voice was strained, maybe his paperwork could wait till later.

kinich is one of those who pulls you in by the waist, yet finds himself almost too flushed to go through with it. not that he doesn't want to, he's scared that you wouldn't want the same, yet he finds himself leaning in the same way you were, just to taste you again.

"leaving me so soon, you're mean."

ajaw calls you both corny as he comes back from a little walk (with certified dog walker mualani). you could hear a "human! take me back to where we whence came!" (the springs nearby) as you let out a chuckle. a sigh from kinich, he'll have to train him to be a little nicer.

xiao can barely comprehend what you just did. his cheeks flushed with teal. and to give context, it's canon that xiao's blood/insides are all teal- so when he blushes, it's teal, I did a bit of research on this :P but think of it how you will!

he argued that you shouldn't go out tonight, he can handle himself! yet... maybe your little kiss was a little.. maybe very convincing.

"y- you think this will change my mind about all of this, huh?"

[kzrosa-writes]

little things they do for you — genshin men drabbles

— holding your hand in public

public affection is one of his favourite things to express. sometimes you wouldn’t notice it, but he would always have his hand holding yours; either fingers intertwined, his finger hooked around yours, or his palm over yours. he loves being around you, seeking your warmth and your touch every chance he gets. whenever confronted, he would only smile and kiss the back of your palm, squeezing it gently before saying that he wants everyone to know that you're his.

childe, kaeya, wriothesley

— opens the door for you

he’s the type who doesn’t like you lifting your fingers unnecessarily. he would always walk ahead to open the door before you even got the chance to reach for the handle. like the gentleman he is, he would lean slightly against the doorframe as he holds the door for you to walk through. in public spaces, your home or your front door, he always has it covered. it’s a very simple gesture, but it will always remind you that he cares for you.

capitano, zhongli, neuvillette

— ties your shoelaces for you

a true gentleman he is. he loves getting on his knees for you, ready to serve. bending over to tie your shoelaces, he would always look up at you and watch the warm smile on your lips as he does something so simple for you, lighting a smile on his own face. during the first few times, you would grow flustered watching him get down to help you with your laces, especially if you were both in public. but you soon grew used to it, gently brushing your fingers between his soft locks. once he finishes and stands up, he always gives you a small kiss on the forehead before the two of you continue with what you were doing prior.

diluc, kinich

— fixes your hair for you

your hair is one of his favourite things about you. often taking a few strands of your locks and twirling them between his fingers, he loves playing with your hair. he always has a keen eye for the details. and whenever he sees your hair slightly messy or a strand is loose, he would arrange your hair for you, carefully and gently fixing and styling it for you. it’s a small but sweet gesture he always does for you, kissing your hair once he finishes arranging it. he loves seeing the sweet, giddy smile on your lips as he pulls back from your hair.  

kazuha, dottore

— memorises your favourite drink/food orders

whenever the two of you go out, he would always do the talking with the waiters or servers, especially if you are the anxious type. that being said, he would take the time to remember your orders and preferences, keeping them in mind for whenever you go out. when the server asks for your orders, he would turn to you before asking if you would like your usual. sometimes, he would tell the waiter your order without asking, surprising you with how well he remembers. he would brush it off, saying that he always makes an effort to remember everything about you, especially the little things like this.

alhaitham, pantalone

— masterlist ・ navi ・ request rules

[lijojo]

genshin men as one-night stands

premise: after a blurred night of passion, you try to leave your one-night stand's house. how do they convince you to stay?

tw: suggestive, minors dni

Spoils You Rotten

wakes you up to the smell of pancakes and coffee. usually, when you have one-night stands, you usually are quick to change and book it. but the smell of pancakes was just so heavenly, you let curiosity get the best of you.

when you get to the kitchen, you're welcomed to the sight of him in a frilly apron, flipping pancake batter on the pan. he hums to himself until he turns around to see you, gaping at him as if you'd just seen a ghost.

"good morning, love. do you want me to run the bath now? i know you're probably a little sore from yesterday. i have some scented candles in the cabinet, although i'm not sure which one you'd prefer so i wanted to wait for you to get up so you could choose."

"what—" you gulp, trying to process the sight before you.

he tilts his head, puzzled. "is something the matter, love?"

"i'm—i'm just surprised, is all," you try, "i didn't peg you as the type to have...um...one-night stands."

he chuckles, sliding the pancakes onto a plate. "i don't."

he turns to you, his eyes locked onto you. "you're not a one-night stand. i fully intend to get to know you better. now, i'd pick up that jaw off from the floor, dear. you're going to let the flies in."

snapping out of your bewilderment, you close your mouth.

"good. now, would you like to take a bath? the muffins should be done in ten. i can bring your breakfast over to you in a bath tray when it's ready. and maybe after..." he gives you an unexpected smile. "i can massage all your sore parts?"

zhongli, alhaitham, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, albedo

Will not physically let you leave the bed

you literally can't move. not even when you try. when you wake up, you find yourself in a bear trap. you're legs are tangled with someone else's their arms locked around your waist in a vice grip. instead of chirping birds, you hear the thudding heartbeat of their chest resting below your ear.

when you try to maneuver out of his hold, his arms only tighten around you more. he groans lowly in your ear, shifting a bit.

"what's the hold up?" he murmurs into the crown of your head. "stay."

so much for sneaking out unnoticed.

you stiffen at his morning voice. it's unexpectedly raspier than you'd expected. he takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead tenderly, a lot tenderly than a usual one-night stand would.

"i have some errands to run." it isn't entirely untrue. surely, there must be something you need to do today.

he stares at you for a long second before huffing. "five minutes won't hurt, those errands can wait."

"wait but—"

before you can brace for it, he's already turning on his side and taking you along with him. he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses.

"you weren't thinking of leaving right after a night of intimacy, right?" he mused. "i thought you enjoyed last night. i certainly did."

you flushed at the memories. as much as you wanted to leave as you'd planned, it was awfully comfortable in his embrace. it was warm, soft, and welcoming.

"stay for a little longer, okay?" he cooed into your ear, pulling the covers over you. "at least, long enough for round two."

scaramouche, cyno, thoma, kaveh, itto,

Finds excuses to make you stay

the moment you make any sign of leaving, he's already calling for you to help him with something.

you try getting out of his grasp first thing in the morning? he's asking for a kiss on the cheek to wake him up, he can't get up without it. picking up your clothes off the floor? he's already offering you an extra change of clothes, not to mention helping you put it on. he even smiles at your flustered state. getting ready to leave? he's tugging your sleeve, offering his many amenities at home that are seemingly much better quality than yours: his cleanser, his cute headbands, his moisturizers.

and you can't say no. not when he's giving you those eyes. so you end up staying.

in a blink of an eye, you find yourself suddenly helping him smooth out the outfit he asked you to choose for him, hands running down his torso. leaning towards you, you can feel his eyes digging into your skin.

"thank you, sweet thing," he says, pressing a kiss on your nose.

"it's no problem," you mumble. "but i really—"

"how about staying for a cup of water?" he offered. "you know how important it is that you drink water first thing in the morning. it's supposed to be good for your skin. digestion too."

"well, alright—"

"and while we're at it, what about a movie? i have some classics i've been dying to watch and it's always better to watch with somone else."

you end up staying wayyy longer than you expected doing the small things: sorting through books, doing face masks, watching halfway through a movie, eating breakfast together, helping him look for butterflies on his front yard, getting the mail together. all while the two of you exchange jokes.

by the time it's well into the afternoon, you finally snap out of your daze, realizing the time.

"you just noticed?" he grins. "how cute. well, thank you for putting up with my antics, sweet thing."

he kisses you softly on the mouth.

"think of this morning as an advertisement for the other mornings to come, whenever you want to stay the night again. you won't regret it."

kaveh, itto, childe, ayato, kazuha, venti,

[madaqueue]

f!reader - 18+ MDNI (briefly going down on you and then just him fucking you + praise…hhh need him so bad - wk: 0.5k)

childe is eager, almost impossibly so. eager for battle, for blood, for the way his heart lurches with a landed strike and beats loudly in its golden cage.

he’s especially eager, it would seem, tonight. with the way he yanks your clothes off, tearing a few seams too many (something to repair later, you think), the way he mouths at your cunt through the thin fabric separating him from your warmth.

the sharp, prolonged inhale from him is almost embarrassing, almost makes you cover your eyes to hide the heat staining your cheeks. you’d try, if you didn’t know him so well - there’s an eagerness to hear all your little sounds, to see your face twist and warp into pleasure, because of him. he’s making you feel this good, as his tongue travels a slow, tortuous path up your folds. he’s making you feel this good, as his lips curl and suck over your clit. every moan that drips from your throat is rewarded ten-fold, hot breath and his own low, vibrating sounds against your skin, his hips rutting into the mattress, not even seeking friction when they search desperately for more of you.

once you’re finally naked, shredded articles laying around the mattress in a heap, once he finally sinks into you and feels the sun washing over him, he finds himself eager once more: this time, for your praise.

“is that good?” he asks into the space above your collarbone, hot breath filling his lungs but left with no other option than to suck it in quickly, ravenously. the way his cock stretches you with each thrust only spurs him on, faster, harder. “you like that?”

when you nod, quickly, his teeth nip at the column of your neck.

“tell me, pretty.” hips slam into yours, skin and sweat and more, more, more. “tell me how good i make you feel.”

and you worry you can’t, can’t fill the ever-emptying hole inside him that needs a constant source of your love, your light. but you’ll try.

“so good,” you babble, words bubbling over your lips and into his. “so good, it’s so good. you’re so good.” you think your fingers are running through his hair; you think he smiles.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” and you think maybe you’re smiling too. “feels - ah - the best.”

a grin that’s all teeth; a thrust that has your back arching from the bed and further into him.

“never felt like this before, never felt so good.” and now, your fingers trace his cheekbones, and you wonder if you’ve ever looked at the sun with half as much adoration. “the best, ajax, you’re the best.”

at that, he whines, and fucks you harder. “it’s because nobody’s ever loved you like i do. right?”

“nobody.” sky-blue eyes meet yours, and you feel the question hiding behind the clouds. “i’ve never loved anyone like you.”

he lets the fire inside him burst when his thrusts pick up speed and lose their tempo altogether. lets you feel it in the boyish giggle that morphs into a moan of your name when he hears you whispering ‘i love you, i love you, i love you.’ eats up the words and your lips, hungry, aching, begging. swallows them with an eager tongue and smiles.

a/n: yearning for him in a way that’s soooo normal (i would pull the sun from the sky and hand it to him with burnt palms)

[foolisheval]

DRABBLE | MDNI !

Ajax wants to gag you whenever he fucks you in doggy because you're just too loud and he doesn't know when his siblings will be back from ice fishing. He would've made you suck on his fingers, but he's too busy grabbing handfuls of your ass. He'd rather not deal with someone's lectures after falling witness to your shaky legs and nasty mouth, but he can’t get enough of you.

You're so close to drooling all over your chin, moaning Ajax's name over and over just to rile him up a little.

"Do I need to gag you to shut you up, fuck!" He groans. "Should've used that throat instead, would've stayed quiet that way, hm? But—" His hips snap into your ass again, this time he's so deep that it almost hurts. "-Don't run away now. You feel so good."

You push your ass against him and that's all it takes for your Ajax to fold. He nearly doubles over your back and his thrusts turn into ruthless, forceful slams, as if his entire being has been altered by the mere push of your hips.

Ajax is completely lost in his own little world, ears deaf to your desperate cries and pleas of "A-Ajax, slow down!" or "No more! 's too much!"

He swears you’ll be the mother of his children one day.

[choso4u]

Men who would mock you for cumming so fast. "Aw, felt so good you cummed so soon? You really are a cockwhore aren't you?" Thrusting harder and faster into you, making your whole body tremble due to the overstimulation. Bringing one hand to rub your clit harshly, just to see you sob and get ruined underneath them, trying to push them away. Ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you, ignoring your pleas of 'stop' and 'no more'. They won't stop until you're limp, until you can't say anything, much less form a word, until they're the only ones left in your tiny fucked out brain.

geto, GOJO, TOJI, choso, SUKUNA, tartaglia, ALHAITHAM, wriothesley, AYATO, KAEYA, argenti, BLADE, jing yuan, WELT

[anantaru]

・✶ ｡ warnings — dry humping and neck kissing with childe, he's very needy, fem! reader <3

receiving neck kisses was such a big turn on for you and your boyfriend childe was gravely aware of that fact.

it was something you had discovered quite unexpectedly, a simple touch that ignited fires deep within you when for the first time, a sensation of soft lips brushed against your skin, a whisper of warmth intoxicating your mind— and with childe? well, those moments were especially electrifying.

you tilt your head back, giving him access to the most sensitive parts of her neck as you grant him an unspoken invitation to take control. with ease, he explores the elegant curve of your throat as he leans closer, sloppily lapping at your flesh with enough spit to cover it wholly, his breath ghosting over your wet skin before his lips made deeper contact to feel your pulse.

in the beginning, childe always starts gently, never overdoing it and testing the waters— placing feather-light kisses along your jawline and nibbling at the skin before slowly working his way down to the more sensitive parts with drool sticking on his chin.

without dissembling, it really doesn't matter where he kissed you because each touch was enough to get your knees buckling— it was futile, really, and you couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped your lips and the start of your hips beginning to grind into his thigh.

in an instant, the harbinger smirks against your skin and welcomes your neediness— and for some reason it feels like he was playfully mocking your sensitive state or the fact that it didn't need a whole lot to get you to this point.

regardless, he was utterly pleased with your reaction as he knew exactly how to play you, how to draw out every ounce of pleasure from your body.

although that's not all because you see, after a while childe decides to put his knee between your legs, knowing full on well you cannot resist rubbing against it, cannot resist messing him up.

he quickly adjusts his position, keeping his knee pressed against your clothed cunt as you let out a whiny moan in response, your hips instinctively grinding into him, seeking more friction, more touch.

he intensifies his kisses and laps of tongue before sucking harshly on your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat of your heart against his lips as he continued to brand you in a swivel of messy, drooled kisses all over your collarbones.

the taste of your skin and the way you writhed beneath him was almost too much to bear and childe could feel his own desire building on his growing bulge— making it out to be a mirrored response to the fire he was stoking deep inside of you.

by the way he was flicking and dragging his wet muscle along your skin, you could tell that his twitching erection was beginning to pain him as he greedily squeezes at your hips to grind your cunt against his knee himself.

a wave of tears slips through your lashes as you look at him, "feels good, hm?" he murmurs against your skin, his forehead glowing of sweat.

luckily, your desperate little nod was enough of an answer to get childe really hungry now as he melted his touch right there, on your swollen pussy and bitten neck, imprinting his voice and grunts into your flesh so you could forever remember how well he was treating you tonight.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[staryuee]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOUR SILENT TREATMENT.

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread … sigh

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . you and your partner are having a “cooling down period”, a time of détente, after a recent argument. how do they deal with the lack of love from you?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, eula, wanderer, ayato, gorou, tartaglia, lyney, wriothesley, neuvillette, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . as a psychology student ☝️🤓 i can safely say that the silent treatment is usually frowned upon due to its connotations with emotional abuse, therefore i tried my best to make it apparent that this sort of silence is within the boundaries of the relationship ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ ) please communicate with your loved ones if you feel a certain way :)

you and your beloved recently had a pretty bad argument. out of respect for both of your feelings you both decided to have a period of détente to allow a gradual recovery of your emotions and logical reasonings.

there was no need to argue, and there was also no need to be hostile or petty; therefore your silent treatment wasn’t a way to maliciously gain control or make your lover come running back to you, it was a way for both of you to regain composure and come back to the topic when prepared.

that did unfortunately, lead to much less affectionate gestures from both of you. of course there was still the casual “i love you” every morning and night accompanied by a simple kiss, but it never went anything beyond that.

while your lover fully knew why this sort of peaceful coexistence was necessary, sometimes it’s sincerely difficult to not just reach out and kiss you breathless.

you’re so close yet so far, it’s unbearable.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

master diluc has been rather restless lately.

constant muttering to himself, plucking the dried up skin that stuck out from his badly bitten lips, his gloved hands constantly scratching a non existent scratch; honestly, if the fellow residents of dawn winery didn’t know any better they’d think he was possessed and required an immediate exorcist.

adelinde refuses to see her precious baby sink his eyes into ruin purely because he’s out secretly patrolling once he wakes up in the middle of the night to clear his head. you’re always there with him throughout the night: but why does it still feel so empty regardless?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST ?

diluc is no pushover or people pleaser; if you were guilty, then you’re guilty and he’ll wait all the time in the world till you eventually own up and apologise (please let that come sooner or later though otherwise he’ll give into ruin and sip alcohol for a breather). otherwise, if its his fault, or no ones and it was a mere misunderstanding, the silent treatment lasts for a day. not any longer not any less; he doesn’t allow it to.

he’s more than happy to wait forever for you but gods if he ever made a mistake that accidentally led you to elongating this supposed transient silence till the end of time, diluc would much rather swallow his pride and give his all to you. you’re worth more than pettiness, and he’ll prove that to you once you wake up and get greeted with all your favourite luxuries and a bright, relieved smile on his face.

EULA — 优菈

you’re beyond delusion if you think this woman won’t turn this into a healthy-ish competition of sorts.

you wish to avoid her for days on end? she’s already used to the world avoiding her mere gaze, she can withstand the somber feeling of having the one person who’s fully understood her as the complex person she is self-isolating from her for a little while.

never mind, no, she literally can’t. come back to her right now. we have problem right? lets talk about it, isn’t that what you taught her in the first place? what do you mean you need a break and want to clear your head for a while to not hurt her feelings? you think eula of all people cares about something like that?

she’d rather you spit at her than withstand another hour of this mindless nonsense.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

she doesn’t apologise unless she sees whatever caused this perilous argument in the first place truly hurt you and you ended up in tears; otherwise whats the use in pointless words when you can easily hug it out and call it a day?

she lets you apologise under the guise of “if you don’t, my vengeance towards you will be greater than my foes”, but in reality? eula is hardly paying any attention to the words slipping past your lips. all she’s thinking about is how she’ll be able to shake off this uneasy tension that’s somehow been created between you two.

WANDERER — 流浪者

you can’t tell which one of you needed this little breather more, after all, you’d hope scara would allow himself to soften after distancing from you after a while, and scara hoped you’d see reason within your argument and eventually, as always, forgive him.

but forgiveness is a two way straight in the way most people subconsciously ignore; does he and could he ever forgive himself? that image of your teary eyed face, the harsh puffs of breath you heaved to prevent any more molten venom to burn his plastic skin, the slight clenching of your jaw, fuck it hurt.

he couldn’t admit it at the time, but right now after being forcefully peeled away from you for about week and forcing auntie nahida to listen to his venting rambles? he wished he just gave it all up and did something: anything at all. kissed you, hugged you, consoled you, swiped your tears away with his thumbs, fluttered his eyelashes on your cheek gently as he whispered an i love you.

yet all he could do right now was wait.

wait until you hopefully came back, he couldn’t face you. if you abandoned him he’d deal with it. the petals on the floor and the hushed whispers of “they love me, they love me not” are just hallucinations from his worried caregiver, he swears.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

never would he stoop so low as to apologise.

verbally. that is. if he’s aware that he’s in the wrong (believe me that look on your face does wonders for trying to figure out whats on your mind) he’ll begrudgingly come up with some covert way of making it up to you. he doesn’t want to be stuck in this immortalised silence forever; believe me, he likes your talking more than he realises and this little test trial of abandonment was more than enough proof that your existence within his life is essential.

if you’re not there standing by his side, what even is the point in that fraudulent pacemaker of his? your laughter is in the same shape of his heartbeat; if you’re not here, he’s just back to being that dumb little puppet cuddled ashore in the slim darkness of the night.

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

bile builds up in ayato’s throat, eyes threatening to spill hazardous tears on his paperwork. he HATES being away from you. yes, you’ll be back comfortably in his arms with a kiss on your forehead soon…but time isn’t making that “soon” come any quicker and it’s killing him.

‘silence’ is only the act of not speaking, right? so he’s technically allowed to sneak in pastries onto your desk when you’ve gone to take a break — he’s also most certainly allowed to write down his frustrations about not being able to be overly affectionate with you and then pitifully sliding them under your door in hopes you’ll read them and maybe write one back.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

he desperately tries to convince himself that if he works long enough, he’ll forget the hollowing feeling in his heart that’s left in the silhouette of you. he puts down his calligraphy pen with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples with rough motions as if to completely rid himself of any lingering thought of you.

that’ll never work, and ayato thinks you two have calmed down enough so therefore he trudged his way into your room, knocking of course, and sat down with you for a lengthy but beneficial conversation.

without a doubt, ayato will be the one to apologise first. whether it’s a conscious decision or not completely depends on how long he’s been away from you; at some point you just fall back into regular routine completely by accident.

GOROU — 五郎

he’s glad you’ve decided to take this sort of approach to your relationship instead of having a painful battle of the wits with him but right now, he’d withstand a thousand hours of scolding than the way his fellow soldiers worryingly clutter around their little general and ask about his well-being purely because those furry ears atop his bundle of bed hair decided to stay drooped down all week.

but he can’t help it! he’s utterly miserable! you didn’t even give him your complimentary “good morning, have fun at work, be safe” kiss before he left the door in the static quiet of your abode. to top this torture off? you haven’t pet him once, and while he’d normally revel in not being treated like an actual lap dog��you’re a huge exception in that rule!

unfortunately, it’s not like he can just outright demand attention from you merely because he’s feeling a bit down on his luck. you asked for peace, he’ll give it to you. he’s a war veteran but treats you like a flower thats sprouted on a ruined patch of sand.

ehem, but please come back to him soon. please?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

whatever it takes to get your pretty hand to ruffle through his brunette locks he’ll do, he doesn’t care if the apology consists of him kneeling down on pitifully shaking his head near your thigh with his lips puckered into a pout. shame doesn’t exist within your relationship right? he’s more than willing to apologise first regardless of who was to blame.

if the argument was a little more serious however, he’ll sit down you on your couch that holds so many sweet significant memories within your mind, his head resting atop your collarbone and tail sneakily swishing from side to side now that your heartbeat was so clear to him. he’ll hear you out, talk through it, but more importantly, love and appreciate you.

TARTAGLIA — 公子

nuh uh. you think you’re getting silence with someone like him around? unless one or both of you fucked up really bad, tartaglia can’t see the point in silent ignorance; if you want to ignore him to personally calm down? sure, do whatever you want honey, you’re still getting treated like the other piece of his heart that you are.

if you’re genuinely annoyed he can leave you alone…for maybe two hours thirty minutes max. he loves you so much, talk to him, he doesn’t care if you insult him out of anger, lash out at him if you must. so long as you return into his arms so he can sway you around within his tender embrace and pepper your face with kisses, he’ll be more than happy and satisfied.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

him all day — call it the big brother complex with having to always apologise first whenever he got into a slight squabble or disagreement with his siblings when he were younger, or call it pure unadulterated love for you and the refusal to continue with this pointless staring battles whenever you guys were sitting across from each other.

whatever it is, just know he takes your feelings seriously regardless of the teasing grin across his face when you try not to squirm from the way his hand traveled from across your waist to the slither of exposed stomach. he just wants to assure you that his love won’t ever fade even if it becomes so deliberately one sided. he’s yours, after all.

LYNEY — 林尼

he’s used to eerie silence that bellowed icy winds against his ears, used to the tension that forced out his fight or flight response, but currently all he could do was freeze and overthink. how come this silence seemed so much more deafening than usual?

lyney doesn’t want this worse than capital punishment torture to continue without at least the slightest bit of laughter mingled into both of your days; he tries his best to curve your lips to even the slightest twenty degree lift using whatever he could. silly little flower reappearing trick there, a sneaky kiss to the side of your neck here; just any fleeting desperate attempt for some reciprocation on your part.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

lyney’s used to apologising first given his experiences within the house of hearth and the father herself. so imagine his surprise when you both incidentally stammer over one another as you two splutter apologies helplessly. god he’s so happy your relationship is built open gushes of giggles instead of the splats of tears because if it weren’t for that cute little accident? lyney was sure the second you opened your lovely lips to speak he would’ve teared up.

he missed that voice telling him constant i love yous, the affectionate cradling of his face against your neck and the way you wouldn’t hesitate to hold his flushed face within your cooling hands to comfort him after a particularly stress inducing performance.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

you left the conversation with an “i love you.” so he knows that you’ll come back to him.

however, the last time he blindly trusted the comforting words of a loved one, it ended with blood on his hands and a lengthy sentence at the fortress of meropide. luckily for his heart and your own, he knows your charms and honeyed words aren’t for show and truly mean something.

wriothesley respects your boundaries and wishes to the t, he won’t speak to you like nothing at all happened but that doesn’t mean he won’t be overly cautious when it comes to your behavioural patterns. if he notices this sentence of silence is clearly taking its toll on you, he will, with no hesitation, talk everything out with you.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

depending on the argument, he’ll apologise first. if it’s rather undeniable that you were the one in the wrong however, he’ll explain his feelings thoroughly until you apologise — the standard. he doesn’t want this silence to end till the fortress of meropide overflows with primordial water so once you see multiple guards on your case more than ever, just know he’d like to talk to you.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

fontaine has been drenched in rain for the past couple of days. every hour, every minute, every second neuvillette spends alone in his office makes him realise just how grand and solemn it is. everything is so mundane and banal…even the cheerful mutters and chatters of the sweet melusines couldn’t bring a smile to his face — much to the dismay of the little sigewinne who even so kindly brought him a cake to cheer him up…

what makes it even worse is that everything reminds him of you…and oh god the muddied clouds have once again been cursed with rain. this unquenchable thirst for your presence cannot be ignored by a mere sip from his intricate cup and being the ever so carefully mindful iudex, neuvillette sees it more than fit to call this hopeless game of silence to quits.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

regardless of who’s in the wrong, neuvillette apologises first. he’s sorry for letting this go so far, he should’ve just trusted his gut and returned to your side even if it meant having to persuade you with his clever tongue or the coiling of his draconic tail around your leg to pull you sweetly closer.

honestly, if he could, he’d make this a punishment in the fortress of meropide for every couple. you committed a petty, technically non offensive crime? well instead of doing some charity work for the city, you’re not allowed by the side of your beloved for a few weeks.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

a bunny within the jaws of a spring locked beast thinking it can persuade the tides in their favour with silence? arlecchino is amused you’d think such cheap tomfoolery would work to solve through your problems.

“darling, come here,” she taps her lap with her blood-stained nail, her eyes looking up at you greedily to soak up every single jitter of your movements as you alas fall onto your rightful throne, “my dumb bunny,” arlecchino coos at you with that devilishly low hum of her voice. “do you think the phrases ignorance is bliss, distance brings fondness, truly work within our relationship?”

arlecchino painfully grasps at your waist, that grip only loosening once you comfortably situate yourself on her thighs and lace your arms around her neck per routine. “i’d expect this behaviour from my children at the house of hearth, not you, angel.” she nibbles on your earlobe deliberately, forcing your lips to part just the way she likes. that perfect look of both surprise and desire; it’s a gorgeous display of your vulnerability.

“explain to me your problems, or else we can be at this forever.”

no such thing as the silent treatment when the very epitome of a wordless shadow has betrothed you.

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[kinichval]

cw. suggestive, just childe being a boob man.

childe slams down a handful of cash on the table, you didn't flinch, but rather your right brow raised up in question of what bullshit this man (who happens to be the love of your life) is up to.

a menacing smirk, his elbow on the table, and an open hand challenging a battle of arm wrestling. oh, oh, now you know exactly what he's up to.

you hold his hand, not missing the way his cheeks flush a hint of red (yes, he still blushes when you hold his hand), settling your arm in the perfect position for a war of strength — which obviously you lack in comparison to childe's devotion to the gym and his current workout regime.

he doesn't move just yet, neither of you do the honors of counting down, because you know exactly what he wants.

your free hand swiftly reaches for the zipper on your blouse, his eyes quickly follow your movement.

"you seriously think i'm flashing you just to win money?"

to say childe was led on was an understatement, this man has his eyes drooping in disappointment, his lips curve down and drag an exaggerated sigh.

"guess it was worth the try."

he sulks, arms crossed over his chest, his blue eyes avoiding your gaze as he continues to pout. his plan failed, poor him.

"you know..."

your voice laced with seduction, your fingers twirl around his longer ones before you grab his wrist and hover it over your zipper.

"you can just come to me and do this."

his fingers take a hold of the zipper head, you could see the sparkle in his eyes as he pulls it down revealing your delectable mounds.

the next second, he already has a hand over your breast and another holding your face as he claims your lips in a deep and long kiss.

childe goes feral over your tits. clothed, bare, bra only, clothed but no bra especially those fitted tees that freely reveals your perked up nipples — they're childe's favorite girls after you, childe won't leave them unattended.

[bl33df0rm3]

18+ MDNI

Needy!men Are the type of guys to be brimming with attraction for you, to beg for your attention just a touch, a kiss, a stroke had them begging for more. They want- No they require all of you, when you embrace them in a hug it takes every cell in their body, to ground them back to reality understanding this is a public place.

Needy!men Who trail their hands along your thigh under the table while occasionally give you side glances just waiting for you to stir, as their friends continue to indulge in conversation with the both of you. Needy!men That even why they're balls deep in you keep telling you how much they need you, as if the merciless pounding wasn't proof enough. The way he pinned you down into the mattress with his body to feel close along with intimate with.

Needy!men That take you on any surface when you get home, holding you up, pinning you down or helping you balance. Letting out a mix between a whine along with a groan as he finished deep inside, filling you to the very brim. "You can go for another round, yes?"

¡! ❞ Itto, Tighnari, Cyno, Gorou, Kaeya, Childe/ Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli

-‘๑’-Note; Next drabble coming soon….,If you have any characters you want me to cover in my next post(Or any request/ prompt for that matter) please lmk via question bar (Renamed Q&R), Comments or my Inbox

Please excuse me for taking a slight hiatus and not doing a part 2(yet) to romance in the bedroom. I literally gave birth so.

[teyvat-writer]

🌱 anon back again

he would definitely cry—like he’s sniffling and trying to keep up but he’s so tired, but he also doesn’t want to stop because you sound so good when you’re fucking yourself on his cock. “come on, you know you like fucking me,” you would whisper, feeling good and light-headed from cumming on his dick. it’s an even better sight to watch him when he dry orgasms and he’s practically screaming, unable to speak properly and is rambling nonsense. he’s just so—i wanna throw him at a wall/pos

HI HELLO I WAS LETTIN THIS MARINATE IN MY ASKS BCS I WANTED TO BE A LIL SELFISH N KEEP IT TO MYSELF BUT!!! REAL!!!

He'd be a babbling mess and even as he's begging you to stop, he's buckin his hips up into you, fucking his cum into your sloppy lil' hole. That pale skin of his flushed a lovely red, cheeks stained with tearmarks... yeah...

[miyaz6ki]

──── day 2: dnd on the hotel door.

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. wherein your friends give him.. more than just suggestive photos at your wedding. (you had a private boudoir photoshoot prior to it!)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich, neuvillette, zhongli, tartaglia, capitano x gn!afab!reader. !!NSFW/SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. saw a cute tt of this exact topic (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) will do diff characters next week!

kinich who'd already been so nervous for whatever was to come on this day; he was always more than willing. he knew the first laugh you both shared. the first kiss you both partook in, not everyone he's kissed had such a long-lasting impact on him, that's if he ever kissed anyone at all (that wasn't you.)

it wasn't all that special he said, but everything you've ever wanted in a wedding was there. he remembered what flowers you'd always pluck from the grounds you traveled on. or the colors that always had your eyebrow twitching just hearing the first letter of the pigment's name.

the venue wasn't necessarily small either, borrowing whatever he could in his homeland to make it perfect, even going as far as to asking others for help on what to embellish the locale in.

for as long as you've known him- kinich wasn't much of a romantic. letting you take the lead instead, switching up occasionally by spooning you alternatively. but you remembered he'd always laid his head atop your chest, from the nightmares of his own past, and regrets; he found peace in listening to your heartbeat, and feeling your torso heave slowly.

he wanted to make you feel special today & tonight. so he wants to do it right at least. he tried to fluster you in a way that you'd be surprised, aware he wasn't very amorous.

or at least that's what was in his point of view because you had a whole other plan ready for him. but you didn't know about the surprises he'd throw either.

the whole theme of the wedding was based on his tribe, encased with traces of your own home/favorite colors.

but something that you'd see as a surprise this afternoon was kinich's suit. it wasn't the usual black suit and tie. no- he wore.. your initial around his neck, and his tie was the color of your eyes.

you felt your eyes water a little, walking down the aisle, your arm entangled with the guardian who's been with you since day one. (or whoever you'd like!)

after the classic bouquet toss, and squealings later. you told your newly-wed husband your bridesmaids had a surprise for him. he didn't think much of it; meeting them before, they seemed nice enough. (one of them is mualani btw :3)

mualani who stands beside kinich briefly for the picture, she hands him a polaroid photo from the photographer's kamera. "what is-" he gets cut off, his face turning to playfully sour until it slowly changes to his usual stoic behavior (he doesn't know his face is turning redder by the second)

"you.. hmm." he awkwardly nodded after another picture was taken of his reaction, cheeks aflame; the picture was still so clear in his mind. now it couldn't get out!

the mental image of your body in frilly lace/in nothing but a blanket over you, a simple layer of clothing that stopped him from seeing your bare body- fuck he could feel himself get hard already.

and the more time that passed, progressing with each photo being taken, the worse his boner got. shit he can't believe you're his. and he's damn well lucky to have you.

even as he stood idly, talking to some of the guests, some more of the bridesmaids came up to him, handing him more scenes for him to visualize in his head.

"ahh.. may i excuse myself from this conversation?" he politely bows and walks away to where you were. the eventide's stellar in the sky definitely wasn't shining each time he saw you. oh there it is- that laugh he always loved and fell in love with again each time he heard it.

"pretty.. ahh.. there's something i.. need help with."

kinich who's already in your newly bought home, hurriedly stripping you of your clothes, ready to devour you and eat your cunt out to his content.

kinich who could only palm his erection, as his mouth latched onto your wetness was already waiting for him. your taste, how it smelled, how your slit was already so wet for him- you knew what you were doing. and it worked really damn well.

neuvillette who was already nervous, throughout the proposal, even you relationship before being fiancees, I mean, it was you, why wouldn't he be worried? he was ready to jump off a cliff if anything went wrong if he'd tell the truth, but he'd never say that.

neuvillette who sighed with relief, the days of worrying that something bad might happen to you on your special day with him. taking pictures with the bridesmaids for the wedding's little picture book for you to look back on soon, and maybe even for your kids to look at and call you both corny for.

neuvillette who suddenly received 3 photo frames from 3 of your bridesmaids, confused as he took a look at it, he could only feel the rush of warmth crawling up from his neck to his ears. his horns grew the more he looked into the photos.

"w- where did you get this?" he observed the room shyly, looking for any signs of you, why? to help him out with 'something' of course. no one could take care of it better than you did.

they simply shrugged and walked away, whispering and chuckling to each other. awkwardly walking to find you, pulling you to the side, inside one of the venue's main buildings, bringing you into one of the bedrooms.

"you didn't need to tease me like this." you were pinned to the bed once the wedding ended. the painful boner you had caused hadn't gone away, even now, throbbing, missing where it's supposed to be (inside you)

ripping your wedding dress off your body (not really, just making sure you get out of it without ruining it), he couldn't wait to fill you with his seed. he wanted to see personally if you could take all of him in. he could only caress the very rim of your hole, teasing you with his fingers before he would finally split you apart with his cock.

from the amount of time, he's been alive, his stamina would be unmatched, so it'd be entirely up to you for how long you wanna do this :)

it felt as if he was such a meanie, but his words were different- praising you, and gently holding your wrists in place. it didn't quite match the pace of his cock drilling itself inside you though, it felt deep, and it looked as if the night has barely even started. oh well.

zhongli had never thought of the idea of marriage until he overheard you speaking about it with a few of your friends. it wasn't you necessarily hoping he'd propose, but you were the only one within the group of four to have not been married yet!

he knows you'd never leave him for another, but adding a ring to your pretty little hand definitely would tell all the other men and women alike who try to hit on you to say everything for him.

the wedding was more than just a delight, it was planned to the very smallest of details. it was beautiful, even on a budget of somewhat a lot but not too much; it made sure to shine brighter than most of the stars that night.

before he could sweep you into his arms, and take you upstairs into the home you both chose out before the wedding; some of your bridesmaids, along with your maid of honor had handed him a book.

they said nothing but laughed and walked away to the food section, looking through the book and oh wow.

he hadn't learned what a boudoir was but he definitely enjoyed what he was seeing now. flipping through the pages, staying to the side so no one else could see what was happening. he'll have to ask you about that lingerie set later, white definitely complimented you..

"s'dirty.. you tease me like this, even on our special day? mmmf.." you sat down on his cock, as he showed you off in the mirror. the same lingerie set you wore in the photo book was already ripped off your body, and on the floor. geo marks that scattered, covering most of his arms caressed your thighs that trembled.

his strong arm ran over your body, carefully exploring every inch of you that he could. the thought of being legally, and weddedingly(?) yours. you have his last name now.

he could only imagine how much more pleasure he'd want to give you throughout tonight. he could only praise you for taking him so well, watching you try and use his cock for your own, but he's too big :(.

tartaglia who introduced you with pride to his family after proposing. but watching you treat his little sister and brother so well.. oh he had to get you pregnant.

but for now, he'd put those thoughts to the side, and enjoy his and your special day, no lust, just love.

you had other plans though. and he wasn't gonna complain.

a couple of your bridesmaids took pictures with him for the futurity of the book of photos for his siblings to look through as well. but after each photo, they all handed him Polaroids.

"what's this?" he looked at them confusedly, but all they did was "just look at it!" "you won't regret it!" and boy he sure did not!!! ssshit just covered in a blanket, no nothing underneath? you wanna get fucked tonight?

he pushed you against the wall of the master bedroom. "mmm.. w'na try to get me hard like that again in public, and I'm gonna do a looott worse than tonight, baby."

the ring on your finger he saw as your hand held onto the wall while he stripped you- he couldn't help but let out a loud as hellll groan. even when he held you down to the bed, he made sure to kiss the jewelry on your finger that meant you're his for life.

while you ride him, his eyes are always on the necklace that has his initials on it, watching it bounce up and down on your chest. for the longest time; he was foreign to the idea of even a relationship, let alone getting to marry someone. but he was gonna make sure you'll feel what he couldn't express throughout time.

when he's soo obsessed with nutting inside you, he holds your hips down onto his, making sure not a drop will be wasted. he could already imagine what your kids with him would look like.

capitano who preferred a more quiet wedding. one between simple friends, and I guess co-workers (he was against it but you invited them anyway.)

so in this sense, columbina, arlecchino, and signora had agreed to accompany you as your bridesmaids. tsaritsa also agreed to bless your wedding (because she agrees that you are strong, mentally, and physically, and give capitano something to look forward to, unlike before.)

i guess the others attended (most attended just to say congrats and leave, pierro was best man)

accompanying you down to a glass garden house nearby the venue you chose out, but before he could proceed, your three bridesmaids stopped him. cheeky smiles on signora, and columbina's lips- arlecchino handed him a book.

"they want you to have this." the fourth harbinger states, leaving with the two ladies simply giggling and walking off, opposite sides of arlecchino.

he questioningly opened the book while about to walk back to you but oh. wow.

as he catches up to you, he's still a bit flustered, but quickly composed himself once more. "are.. you trying to tease me, kitten?"

and as much as he hasn't had any experience in a long while, oh boy is he ready to find out if he still got it or not

but capitano never knew he'd be so turned on to think about what real married life had to offer.. like kids. he knew he couldn't necessarily have them since he's a harbinger, but a man can dream, right?

anyways he's already pulling your hair from behind, while he has you doggy style on the mattress. I don't know cause I get the feeling he would.

a tight hold onto the strands of your hair. "fffuck.. this is what you get for looking so fuckin' hot.." he groans.

even so when he isn't fucking your pussy with sloppy thrusts from behind- he's fingering you with his long fingers that make you go wild.

he does take note that his fingers are pretty long, so he's pretty careful when it comes down to that.

you sitting on his lap while he admires you in the mirror, watching how you reacted to simply him adding another digit inside your hole, as another hand held onto your left hand, caressing the ring that binded you to him. he couldn't be happier!

[starcharmed]

풋사랑 .ᐟ.ᐟ - meet-cutes and mess-ups

they always say to make a solid impression on someone you like... - ft. tartaglia, lyney & phainon

multi-character/separate, modern au, unrealistic work scenarios & environments, fem terms used in tartaglia’s part, cheesy pieces (these are meet-cutes we're talking about, word rot turned into drabbles so plots are weird(?), not beta'd

⟡ - hate genshin sm but some of the characters just stay with me 5ever

WHOSE RESERVATION?  ♪  a tutorial on how a mixup with names can land you a possible date

“How in the world do you confuse my name with Ajax for god’s sake?”

“How in the world-? Are you seventy?”

Ajax couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past his lips, overloaded with amusement and irritation that thrummed within his gut. He waved off your sputters, focusing upon the hostess again, “Listen, lady. Is there any way you can slide missy over here in another time slot? I have someone to meet for dinner, and I’m late as it is.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine without a headache for a few more minutes.” You scoffed at him, scoffed. Offense took form on his face, although most of it was exaggerated, that comment hurt his poor soul.

“Oh? I have to meet a business to discuss investments, whom is expecting you?” You looked like you didn’t believe him. You probably didn’t believe him. 

“Someone important as well.” No elaboration, you turned to the hostess. “You seriously cannot find another time slot him today? No openings?” 

“For me?” Give him a bring, “I’ll have you know, I got here before you.” You scowled as he jabbed a finger in the direction of your chest. Slapping at his hand, he withdrew it back to your satisfaction.

With a huff you gave him a pointed look, “Well I scheduled my reservation before you.”

“Excuse me”, the hostess’ tense voice reached the both of you, her fingers tapping restlessly, “But I’m afraid that if you two cannot reach a decision soon, you both will have to leave. You’re causing discord and other people are waiting.” 

His eyes flickered to your own, a flush creeping up the base of his neck at the intensity within your own. You motioned to the hostess with your eyes, daring him to say something that would surely lead to another middle-school argument. 

Ajax groaned aloud, throwing up a hand in a sign of forgoing his spot (which he unquestionably reserved and paid for), “Have fun meeting your important…partner, or whatever.”

Your face lit up as if you had won the lottery, smiling at him tightly as if in a taunt, “That you Mister Business Man, you’re so generous.” 

Whatever. At least he could blame you, or better yet the hostess, when asked why he missed a meeting. Not his fault, totally would go over smoothly.

“Hey.”

With a glance back, he scrunched his brows together questionably at your call, “If you meet me back here in a week, I can pay the reservation fee that you, y’know paid for nothing.”

Oh. Well, it was better than hearing anything mocking coming from your mouth. He gave a small smile, his lips barely upturning but you seemed to take it anyway. Waving him off as he mumbled a goodbye, as if you could even hear it within the four feet of distance now between your persons.

He hoped you did. 

HOT, HOT, HOT!  ♪  mess up turned into a meet up?

In Lyney’s absolute defense, he was not completely in fault for bumping into you.

Freminet had been awfully fussy that day. From screaming in a tantrum because he had drunken the last of his favorite juice the night before, begging (but more akin to demanding) both Lyney and his twin go to the store at the prime time of seven thirty in the morning to go get him some. They did, only for him to throw down the juice box on the floor of Lyney’s car because “it was too late for it”.

Lynette had promised him that if he were to breathe and try to calm down, she and Lyney would take him to the local coffeehouse and get a treat. He could then drink his juice for dinner as per the norm. The small blond only nodded with enthusiasm.

So when their order number was called, Lyney grasped all three items – some cinnamon coffee cake that Lynette said she was going to share with Freminet, the chai latte which just had to be iced resided in his left hand also belonged to her; Lyney had only ordered an americano last minute, not wanting to end up thirsty on the drive back home – with care as he tired to return to his table quickly.

Tired, key word: tried.

He wasn’t sure if it was his lack of care of his surroundings because he did not want Freminet to start screeching in a public setting again, or if he was being careless once more. Lyney’s hand had tapped (more as in knocked) completely against your arm as he passed by, 

Your gasp was so sharp that it hurts his own lungs, backing up instinctively as most if not all of his drink tumbled down to the floor. The chatter within the coffeehouse fell into murmurs as he could feel stares pierce into his back. 

“I am, so sorry.” Lyney shoved the rest of his order onto a nearby table, swiping up the napkins which resided on it and practically thrusting them in your face. That coat looked expensive, too, good god he hoped you weren’t pompous. 

With a steaming amount of embarrassment, Lyney was offered a replacement as another worker took care of his mess upon the floor. He had said sorry to your face too many times to keep track of, you simply waved them off. 

You were mad about the coat, though. Very, in fact. He had never seen someone grieve a physical piece of clothing but today was a first for everything apparently. 

“Here”, he held out ‘payment’ for the coat, stating that you could use it to either try to replace it or clean it if you wished. You snorted, stating that your drink – which you also had spilled, however you didn’t dump its contents on his person – was more expensive than your off-brand coat. A simple purchase that you bought for its looks.

“Don’t think that you’re off the hook. You still owe me a drink.” You pushed away his money-filled hand, slinging your now dried coat over your arm, “Next week?”

He couldn’t help me laugh. Lyney assured you that it was a promise.

WRONG PAINTS?  ♪  a silver-haired stranger is good at art talk

“I still think oil paints would look better on it.”

“You are out of your mind.”

Phainon let out a breathy chuckle, adjusting the strap of his bag upon his shoulder. His eyes never left the painting hanging center of the wall within the art museum. A new piece made by someone anonymous, it was titled ‘Feeling of View’. Whomever painted it should’ve considered ‘Feeling of An Eyesore’ instead.

“Think about it”, he looked at you briefly from the corner of his eye, “Watercolor would give it more of an eye feeling. More unfocused yet distinct enough to tell what was painted. Oil just seems like you’re painting a…a photo.”

Phainon pursed his lips, considering your words (that weren’t going to change his own opinion, much to your dismay). “Hey, don’t throw off people with photo-like eyesight.”

“What?”

“What.”

He felt your shoes knock into the side of his converse with abundant force, “I’m serious. When you think of eyesight, you think of focus, do you not? You’re not going to see everything in complete focus all at once unless your field of view is like, beyond human.” You made a good point. “That’s a horrible point.”

With a huff of lighthearted annoyance you shrugged offhandedly, “Is it going to be like this every time we meet each other in this exhibit?”

“Do you want us to keep meeting in this exhibit?”

You blinked, clearly not expecting a questioning quip from him that fast. It’s not like it was the most awkward thing said between the two of you, the painting’s paint choice had been in discussion for at least twenty minutes by now.

And it would not top how he mixed up acrylics with oils while trying to start conversation in an art museum. 

“If you want.” 

Phainon couldn’t help but smile, beaming as he rocked on his heels. You already knew his answer, still, he couldn’t help but nod eagerly in return, “It’s a date.”

[yandere-daydreams]

Fox Hybrid!Childe, who arrives at the sanctuary where you volunteer in the dead of winter. He's brought in by a group of hunters who found him in a decade-old bear trap on the verge of freezing to death. He's aggressive at first, still rattled from such a close call, but comes around quickly after a warm bath, a visit with your on-call vet, and of course, something to fill his stomach.

Fox Hybrid!Childe, who can't be released back into the wild while he's still in recovery or left alone overnight, not when he's so eager to play fight with the other hybrids. He gets along well enough with all the volunteers, but he's constantly trying to get your attention, either sulking as you tend to another hybrid or drinking in your generously-given affection. You're clearly his favorite, so you're the one to take him home. He's ecstatic about the change in scenery, to say the least.

Fox Hybrid!Childe, who takes to being a housepet like a fish takes to water. You try to make up for the lack of stimulation with a never-ending supply of thrifted toys and as many walks as his injured leg will allow, but he prefers to spend most of his time curled up at your feet or trailing after you, ginger ears perked-up and blur eyes wide and bright. He's surprisingly good at household chores for a wild animal. By the end of the first week, he's cooking and cleaning on his own, and when you insist that he's your guest, that you don't want him to get too domesticated, he just laughs and tells you that he likes it, that he's used to hunting for his siblings. Since you won't let him bring the birds and rabbits he catches past the front door, this is how he's decided to provide for you.

Fox Hybrid!Childe, who destroys your apartment the first time you leave him alone for more than an hour. It makes sense, even if you can't say you've ever seen another hybrid react so violently to being separated from their handler. Foxes are social animals, and he hasn't been on his own since he was brought to your sanctuary, since the day he stumbled into a trap he couldn't understand or struggle his way out of. Still, when you come home to find all his toys gutted and all of your furniture overturned, you can't say you're thrilled. Childe spends the rest of the day buried in your sheets, pouting until you finally give in and forgive him. Childe goes wherever you go, after that.

Fox Hybrid!Childe, who suddenly seems a lot less friendly than he did, when you first took him in. You try to write it off as him being overly protective of his temporary skulk, but it's a little hard to tell that to your male friends when he bares his teeth and snaps at their hands. In public, he refuses to leave your side, his tail constantly thrashing and his ears pressed flush to his scalp. He'll still smile, laugh, promise he doesn't get jealous that easily, but it's difficult to take his word for it when he holds your hand so tightly.

Fox Hybrid!Childe, who's been scenting you in your sleep for weeks, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and gripping at any flesh he can reach and humping your thighs until he inevitably climaxes and has to clean his cum off of your skin with his tongue. He makes a point of 'accidentally' staining anything he doesn't want you wearing in front of anyone but him, letting you think he's too vulnerable to his animalistic urges to not mark your favorite top with his cum, that his separation anxiety is just too severe for you to shower without him, let alone close the door when you change.

Fox Hybrid!Childe, whose leg has been fine for months. You're too much of a bleeding heart not to buy it when he puts on a half-hearted limp, and while he hates having to lie to his future mate, he hates being away from you more. It's not a permanent arrangement, either - he'll be able to tell you the truth when you're fully bonded, when you're heavy with his pups and coming undone on his knot every night, every minute he can get with you.

Fox Hybrid!Childe, who's not going to let anyone take him away from his precious mate now <3

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (remember when i said i wanted to ride him? yeah - wk: 0.6k)

the first time you ride childe, you think your body wasn’t made for it. no, not with the way your legs burn, your knees ache and heart lurches. you want him - archons, do you want him - but something about these mortal chains demands to keep you from him.

ah, but comfort comes so easily to him, doesn’t it? (not with everyone, you know - just with his new recruits, scared shitless and shaking; just with his family, when they welcomed him home the first time, covered in dirt from his fatui training; and just with you, it would seem.)

“that’s it, you’re doing great,” he hums, and you nearly collapse at the way each word rasps from his throat. but you can’t, not yet, not when he twitches inside you and smiles that endearing smile you fell in love with, the one that kept you up staring at the moon hoping to see him in it, the one that had you running through the streets of liyue hoping to find him, hoping he’d feel the same.

(he did - he welcomed you inside with open arms and the same gorgeous, crooked smile.)

“c’mon darling, you can do it.” it pulls you back for a moment, just long enough to catch the ocean-blue of his eyes, the freckles dotting his cheeks like stars. surely, his body doesn’t feel like giving out, not when it contains the very earth itself, the land and its heavens held within his skin and bones. no, certainly not, not when he thrusts up into you and pulls a moan from your throat. when he laughs, it sounds like the fog that settles over the harbor each morning just before the sun.

“don’t tell me you’re giving up already?”

a weak shake of your head, and you roll your hips. fingertips dig into your sides, ones battle-scarred and burned, ones you’d fall asleep kissing each night if you could. “i’m not - i’m not giving up.”

“good.” his grin is immediate, some mix of satisfaction and hunger. it’s served him well, the desire for more, more, more - a harbinger must always want, you think.

another thrust, and your head falls forward, buried into the space above his collarbones. “ajax,” you whine, and this time you don’t get to see the way his cheeks warm at hearing his name fall from your lips.

“i know, i know,” he soothes like a river, ever rushing and constant, smoothing the pebbles caught in its current. “but you’re doing so good for me, aren’t you? so good.”

(he wouldn’t tell you he’s just as lost in it, in the way you weakly grind forward into him, in the way you claw at his shoulders and breathe against his neck. he wouldn’t tell you, no, but he bites his lip, and pulls you closer, and runs a hand up your spine.)

because he knows you can do this. again, a weak thrust, and he thinks he’s about to fall apart just from the way you clench around him. when you whine into his ear, it’s nearly too much - when you whisper his name, another strained call of “ajax, please,” he loses himself.

scarred hands grab at your waist and hold you as he fucks himself up into you. it takes a shockingly short time before he’s shaking himself, before he’s letting out nonsense, garbled sounds that could only barely be construed into cries of ‘i need you, i want you, i love you.’ (ah, but you hear it - even when words don’t come easily to him, you know what they’re supposed to mean.)

when you flutter around him, a sign of your own release, it’s enough to send him with you; he comes undone with a beautiful groan, one that morphs into a chuckle, one that twinkles like the stars over the sea. a beautiful thing, one just for lovers. one his body was made for.

a/n: yeah….. yeah