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explorevenus · 19 days ago

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sleight of hand ♡ toji fushiguro/f!reader

nsfw (18+) - minors. dni or i will call ur mom. and also the cops

word count: 4.5k

tags/warnings: sleeeeazy toji, stickyfingers toji (he steals ur wallet), size kink, manipulation, degradation, oral sex (f + m receiving), facial (f receiving), creampie, masturbation, multiple orgasms (for toji), choking, brief daddy kink mention at the end cus i just can't help myself

description: toji tries his luck, and his pickpocketing prowess, with a pretty little thing at the bar.

a/n: commissioned by my beloved @nexysworld <33 give her ur thanks if u enjoy this cus she gave me the push to make it a reality :3 <333

dividers by @strangergraphics !!

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fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy ;w;

-venus ♡

Anyone who knew Toji Fushiguro knew he was a gambling man— it’s not like he made any effort to keep that a secret— and while many of the city’s darkest and grimiest had come to recognize his habit from the blackjack table, the back rows at the horse races, or the single, dingy slot machine in the corner of the nearest bar he hadn’t already been 86’d from, only Toji himself could truly know the extent of it.

It didn’t always have to be about money, after all, especially since he didn’t tend to have much of that to throw around these days, anyway. Sometimes it was about how many kilos he could deadlift, sometimes it was about how many hours he could go without getting bored and jerking off. And speaking of jerking off, sometimes it was about whether he could manage to sway a blatantly unobtainable woman into a cheap hotel bed, or maybe even down on her knees.

Strictly going by the numbers, his luck with women was just about as treacherous as his luck with money. Most birds kept their wits about them now, even shitfaced, always bogged down by an annoying group of friends to yank them away, or a pushy bouncer to interrupt just as things were starting to look good. Of course, the girls that bit usually did end up getting hurt, just in the realm of dignity rather than personal injury. But that was neither here nor there.

You, though, you didn’t know him. Pretty little thing sitting up at the bar, squeezing a lime into a short glass of vodka with cranberry juice, offering sparse laughter as your friends talked around you. The friends were a bit of a barrier, sure, but the longer he observed, the more he began to realize that they weren’t paying all that much attention to you anyway. You looked excessively bored, and should his odds be any good tonight, maybe that meant you would be open to the allure of a handsome stranger striking up a conversation.

“Lookin’ a little lonely over here, doll,” he said smoothly, leaning against the bar at the empty space next to you, ready to try his piss-poor luck for the night. “Name’s Toji. Mind if I join you?”

You looked a little puzzled at the realization that he was speaking to you, eyes sweeping uncertainly back and forth between your group, and the absolute giant who seemed to be trying to flirt with you. You were just as intimidated by his size as anyone else he’d approached before, which was understandable, but more than that, the look on your face was remarkably… unimpressed.

“Last I checked, you don’t need to ask permission to sit at the bar, Toji,” you answered him shortly, one brow slightly raised. Perhaps against your better judgment, you were challenging him.

Toji smirked, taking that as an invitation to sit his ass down. He could appreciate a woman who’d make him work for it. “That so? Well, pardon the hell outta me for tryin’ to be polite, then.”

Taking a sip from your drink, you mirrored that smirk right back at him and muttered indifferently, “You’re pardoned.”

Ouch.

Clicking his tongue, Toji pressed on, unwilling to accept defeat just yet.

“Sharp lil’ broad. Not even gonna give me your name?” He chuckled, brushing a lock of hair over your shoulder in a move that forced you to look at him again. “All bark, though, I bet.”

Expression pinching with annoyance, you waved his hand away from you and scooted to the other edge of your seat for another few inches of distance, glaring up at him. Sure, your friends were all having a great time together as though you weren’t even there right now, but you didn’t come to the bar tonight with the intent to be hit on by some broke, greasy douche. You were here to knock back a couple of fruity drinks and then Irish-goodbye before midnight, and you weren’t about to forfeit that plan so easily.

“If being really fucking annoying is your only strategy for picking up women, you might wanna reassess,” you scoffed coolly, “it’s not working for you, dude.”

“Yeah? Well, then, while we’re sharing dating advice, your cute little ‘apathetic cool girl’ act isn’t really working for you, either, doll. So where does that leave us, huh? Maybe we’re perfect strangers.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I don’t think so,” threw back what remained in your glass, and stood up to leave.

If it were any other man than Toji Fushiguro, it probably would’ve ended there. You’d say goodbye to your friends and duck out of the bar, hail an Uber, and be on your way back to your lonely little life just like that, probably never running into him again. But the luck of the draw didn’t appear to be on your side anymore than it was on his tonight— you’d already intrigued him.

And pissed him off, quite frankly, but a woman who could burrow under his skin like that wasn’t a turn-off for him. In Toji’s eyes, the only difference between you and a risky hand of playing cards was that you had a nice ass— and that alone was very much worth fighting for— the distinct outline of your wallet showing through the back pocket of your skin-tight jeans as soon as you got up.

If you weren’t going to give him your name or any of your time of your own volition, maybe he’d just have to take it for himself while the opportunity was right there.

You jumped in shock as the massive palm of his hand delivered a cheeky smack on your ass, causing you to whip around and glare at that shit-eating grin he refused to wipe off. Before you could call him an asshole or even think to flag down the bartender over it, Toji smirked, “See you around, dollface,” and disappeared back into the corner of the bar.

It was damn near noon by the time you woke up, ready to spend your Sunday nursing your mild hangover with a good coffee and a heavy breakfast. You took your time crawling out of bed, dragged yourself into the shower to wash off the lingering miasma of grime and cigarette smoke that clung to you from the bar, and all seemed well enough for a while. You put on some comfy clothes and the nearest pair of shoes to go get food, digging your discarded jeans out of the laundry basket in search of your wallet.

Only to find it missing. It wasn’t in your pocket anymore, despite your distinct recollection of having kept it there.

With an annoyed groan, you overturned your laundry basket to keep looking, hoping it’d just slipped out into the depths at some point, but no such luck. It wasn’t in any of your usual spots, either, missing from the bedside table, the bathroom counter, the basket by the door. You wondered if you’d left it in your Uber, so now instead of walking down to the café on the corner for a latte and a bagel sandwich the size of your head, you were pacing your living room on the phone with customer support while simultaneously wondering if you should be cutting off your cards.

Grating, low-quality hold music scraped through the speaker of your phone, now the score for your anxious and irritated thoughts. You definitely didn’t drink enough to have left the bar without your wallet, right? You were tipsy by the time you left, but you weren’t incoherent by any stretch of the imagination. Still, you couldn’t help but beat yourself up like this was your fault.

Fifteen straight minutes of hold music yielded a negative result— you hadn’t left your wallet in your rideshare. The only option left now was to call the bar, but would the bar even be open at noon on a Sunday? You didn’t know, and you didn’t really care to know right now, either. You were just annoyed and needed a few minutes to stew in your feelings about it, so you plopped down on the couch and buried your face in your hands, huffing out a frustrated groan.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

At first you were even more annoyed that your moment to sulk was being impeded upon, too, but as soon as you realized that it could be someone returning your wallet, you shot up from the couch to answer it.

Only to immediately wish you hadn’t.

“You’re shitting me.”

Toji stepped forward and leaned against the door frame before you could shut it on him, though you wouldn’t have been strong enough to, anyway. Arms crossed smugly over his broad chest, he towered over you, every last pound of muscle on muscle that you remembered from last night, down to that shit-eating fucking grin. He was even wearing the same outfit.

Tucked between his index and middle fingers was, unsurprisingly, your wallet.

“You’ve got a cute name, y’know. Shouldn’t’ve tried so hard to hide it from me,” he chuckled, and as soon as you reached for your wallet, he was holding it over your head. “Tch. C’mon, princess, I can tell you’ve been fussin’ about yer damn wallet all morning. Aren’t you gonna thank me?”

“Thank you?” You scoffed, stretching up on your toes to try to snatch it away from him, but he just raised it higher. “You probably stole it in the first place!”

He just shrugged at this, quipping, “No evidence for that, now is there, doll? I’m just a good Samaritan returning a pretty girl’s lost wallet.”

You were fucking fuming, glaring up at him like you wanted to rip him to shreds with your mind, but from his perspective, your little attitude was just adorable. You looked like a fussy Pomeranian or something.

“Aw, sweetheart,” Toji teased, quite literally dangling your wallet just out of reach. “You want it back, yer gonna have to find a way to thank me for my efforts… otherwise, I might just go blow it all…”

This was stupid. Part of you wanted to just tell him to keep it and slam the door in his face, but another, less rational part of you wanted to get it over with and have him hovering over you in a different way, but that would be a reckless decision, of course.

…However, this back-and-forth was getting you heated in places you never would have expected. Maybe it was just because he was so fucking fine, heavy with muscle and strikingly handsome, looking down at you with that scarred, wolfish smirk like he was already imagining you on your back. It was scummy and gross and obviously fucking rude, but with the way you were already imagining his fist around your throat and his cock splitting you open, you weren’t really in any position to be casting stones, were you?

Your face flushed red and you hesitated for a moment, poking your head past him to look down either end of the hallway, which Toji observed with great amusement. Once you were certain no one was around to bear witness, you grabbed him by a fistful of his shirt, and he allowed you to think you were dragging him into the apartment.

“That’s more like it,” he laughed, only letting you think you were in control long enough to get through the door— once he was in, he scooped you up under your arms and spun you around, pinning you against it until it clicked shut. Despite his effortless disposition, he was genuinely shocked that this worked.

Hooking your legs around his hips, you urged him closer until you were pressed flush up against each other at the crotch, noses near enough to brush together.

“Don’t think I’m doing this to get my wallet back,” you grumbled, nipping at his bottom lip.

His chest rumbled with a deep chuckle and he nipped at you right back, taking advantage of your partially open mouth to slide his tongue in. Toji only pulled back once he was sure you were breathless, kisses and bites trailing up to your ear as he continued to tease you, “What, you worried about yer reputation or somethin’? I don’t care why yer doin’ it, princess, I just want you naked.”

You figured that much was true. He didn’t seem the type to care, and right now, you didn’t really care either. Rolling your hips into his, delighting in the heavy groan it solicited from him, you panted into his ear, “Then get me naked…”

He truly couldn’t believe his luck. Slipping one arm around your waist to hold you up, he pulled you away from the door and let you point him to the bedroom. It sort of looked like a tornado went through it after you’d upturned everything in search of your wallet, but he didn’t even notice, too busy pinning you right down on your back like he’d been wanting to since you left the bar. This certainly beat the hell out of a cheap motel room— your bedding was soft, and everything smelled like you.

Pausing at the end of the bed to tug his own shirt off, Toji then stooped down onto you, massive hands sliding up under your own baggy tee. You sat up just enough to let him get it over your shoulders, and just as soon, it joined the mess of other laundry on the floor. As eager as he was to get you out of your pants, too, he couldn’t help but descend upon your breasts first, palming one while he kissed and sucked at the other, tongue flicking over the bud until it rose to a stiff peak.

“Such pretty fuckin’ tits, darlin’,” he growled against your skin, trailing his lips across your sternum until he reached the other, laving it with the same attention.

You were a writhing, whimpering mess beneath him, spine jolting up into an arch every time he marked your delicate flesh with a bite, which only encouraged him to keep going, of course. Holding you down with the span of his hands covering nearly your entire ribcage, Toji made damn sure there wasn’t a scarf, a turtleneck, or any makeup product on Earth that could conceal the expanse of bruising bites he’d left on you. Right now, he had every intention of cashing in on the full extent of his spoils.

But, so did you. Feeling along every inch of him you could get your hands on, your touch wandered down to the front of his jeans, where you could already feel his stiffening cock threatening to pop the button. Working the denim open, you couldn’t help the pleased whine that escaped you as your fingertips brushed over his boxers, the heat there palpable, but so too was the size of him. You almost could have sworn his shaft looked as big around as your forearm, throbbing and puffy and already dribbling a wet patch through the fabric.

Toji’s ego was going absolutely fucking insane, through the whole entire roof. Not only did he actually manage to get in your bed by stealing your wallet, of all things, but now you were covered in his hickies and gawking at his dick like you were starving for it, and he hadn’t even taken it out yet.

“How ‘bout you open wide ‘n get it wet f’me, doll?” He drawled smoothly, tucking his hand beneath his boxers to finally free his cock, and it was every bit as massive as you expected, bobbing up from the confines of his waistband to bump against his navel. “I can tell ya want to, w’the way yer fuckin’ droolin’…”

Swallowing back some of that saliva, pupils blown wide, you considered telling him you’d only suck his dick if he was gonna eat you out too, but you really were starving for it, and more than ready to taste him— that, and perhaps you could manage to hold this BJ over his head to be rewarded for later. So you propped yourself up on your elbows and crawled to your knees, hooking your fingers into his jeans to tug them down the rest of the way, allowing him to kick them off.

“So big,” you marveled under your breath, not at all interested in continuing to stroke his ego. There was just something about the dirty and unexpected nature of it all that made you want to behave like a slut.

Letting your silky tongue slip forward, it was all you could do to make out with the head for a moment, licking and slurping every stray drop of salty pre-cum like it was your job. His head fell back and his fingers slid into your hair at the crown, tugging you closer, hips bucking at your mouth.

“Fuckin’ tease,” he grunted, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t really all that torn up about it.

“Mm, you’re one to talk, aren’t you?” You grinned, voice low and sweet, gracing the eye with a wet smooch while you gently worked the base with one hand, heavy balls cradled in the other.

Huffing out a breathy, rueful chuckle, Toji gripped your hair even tighter and rutted his cockhead past your rosy lips, very much amused by how quickly tears began to prick at the corners of your eyes. He was far from the back of your mouth yet, and you were already grappling with how wide you needed to open just to accommodate him, probably already wondering how you were gonna manage to breathe. But that didn’t really concern him.

Especially once you drew in a deep breath through your nose, eyes rolling back as you finally allowed yourself to sink down on it. A muffled whimper sounded from you as his tip bumped the back of your throat, a quiet gag following, but you quickly suppressed it by swallowing around his length.

“Oh, that’s a good fuckin’ girl,” Toji growled, not bothering to stop himself from thrusting a little deeper into your mouth. “Good girl, no whining, pup, you can take it…”

Your hands came forward to grip at the meat of his thighs, desperate to steady yourself as he fucked your mouth. It seemed he couldn’t fully decide how he wanted to handle you yet, going back and forth between letting you take the lead, and rutting until you gagged. His grip at your hair never softened, at least not for longer than a few seconds at a time, but you returned that force by choosing not to care that your nails were digging at his flesh, scratching up his hips and thighs. Toji didn’t seem to care either— with all the marks he’d already left on you, it was tit for tat as far as he was concerned.

Drooling and whimpering like a needy fucking puppy, you looked way too cute with his cock down your throat. You were all flushed and hot, chin dripping with spit and tears, so taken by him that you could barely even keep those pretty eyes open. It was everything he wanted and more, somehow better than he’d imagined it would be when he was fucking his fist last night. He couldn’t wait to nut all over your face, just like he did on your ID photo.

At a certain point you did actually need a substantial breath, though, head pushing back against his hand with a weak little hum of protest. Taking the hint, Toji’s grip let up and he took it upon himself to keep stroking it in the absence of your velvety throat, watching you gulp down air past puffy, slick lips. Your head fell forward to rest your cheek on his thigh, and he allowed it, running his fingers through your hair with one hand while the other worked his length.

“P-Pretty,” you whispered, eyes all beady and glassy with lust, following every pump of his fist.

Toji puffed out a breathy laugh, hips twitching impatiently. “Tryin’ to sweeten me up now, or are ya just that cock-drunk?”

Grinning, you gave a dizzy shrug, sitting up again in preparation to keep sucking, but he tightened his grip to stop you just as your open mouth was right in front of it. Your eyes flicked up to look at him, but your confusion wouldn’t last long— with a deep, rumbling groan, Toji stroked himself to completion, milking rope after rope of spend unto you, your mouth, your face, even a few good drops on your tits. This beat the hell out of jerking it to your ID.

Beefy chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, smirking down at you, Toji swiped a drop of cum off your lips and pushed it into your mouth with his thumb. “Now look’it you… that’s pretty, baby. Pretty lil’ slut.”

You cleaned his thumb before pulling off with a gentle pop, blinking up at him like a perfect whore. Normally he would’ve been content to just put his clothes back on and ditch you after the blowie, but you were smoking hot and he was dying to fuck you— he’d just need a minute to get it up again, but with you, that was no massive obstacle.

Fist curling around your throat just tight enough to guide you back down to the bed, he pinned you there, shucking off your sweats and panties with his other hand. Now you were finally naked, and for Christ’s sake, you were gorgeous.

He only let go of your throat so he could kiss his way down to your pussy, spreading your thighs as wide as you could comfortably stand so he could devour you with nothing in the way. You were pleasantly surprised that he was going down on you without provocation, but as soon as his tongue came into contact with your sex, you could tell it was because he genuinely wanted to. Just one taste was all it took for him to lose his composure.

“O-Oh, fuck,” you cried out, clawing at the sheets as he tongued your clit, every moan vibrating through to your belly. “Toji!”

Hearing his name like that certainly helped in hardening his dick back up. Slipping the tip of his wide tongue past your hole, he lapped at every drop of arousal that leaked from you, strong nose buried up to your clit so he could take advantage of every possible way of stimulating you like this. Your pleasure tasted incredible to him.

“T-Toji… Toji, please,” you babbled, back arching up off the bed as your hands flew down to yank at his hair, the balls of your heels digging into his muscular back. “Fuck me, fuck me, Toji… fuck…”

Detaching from your cunt to look up at you, he shared in every bit of your eagerness. He could’ve laid here and ate you up for hours, but you’d been a good girl for him, and he couldn’t bring himself to make such a good girl wait any longer… or something. He just really wanted to fuck you.

“Fine, fine,” he laughed as he sat up to his knees, reaching for his jeans so he could snag the rubber he brought for this exact purpose. “Since yer askin’ so politely…”

Once more, you were gawking at him while he tore the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the condom on, his cock twitching with every heavy beat of his heart. He took great pride in your amazement, of course, watching you watch him, and the way you buckled just at the feeling of his tip popping past your hole nearly brought him to laugh again.

“Oh, yer just too cute, little doll,” he mused, leaning down to nibble at the shell of your ear as he bullied further into you. “Tight like a good little virgin, but we both know that’s not true, huh? You suck cock like a whore…”

“Toooojiii,” his name fell from you in an airy whine, hips shifting and walls pulsing as your body tried desperately to accommodate his size, and loved every second of it, judging by how wet you were.

“Shh, sh, I gotcha,” he grunted, grabbing you by the throat again to steady you. “If ya keep fuckin’ moanin’ like that, I’m gonna blow early…”

That shut you up, for the most part. All that came from you now were quiet gasps and whimpers as he began truly fucking into you, slowly at first, and then with abandon. Your usually quiet apartment was now lighting up with the scent and sound of sex, your choked cries and his unabashed groans, skin on skin and the headboard banging into the wall. You felt sure you were going to regret this later, but that didn’t matter right now. Every time the swollen head of him prodded against your cervix, your thoughts scrambled up and then dissolved into nonsense again.

He was so big, so thick, each and every inch stretching you open with a pleasant burn. Your thighs were already shaking, nails biting into his shoulders hard enough to break skin as you weakly hooked your legs around his hips, going a little tingly from his grip on your bruising neck.

Mindful not to actually choke you out, Toji loosened his hold, teasing, “There ya go, that’s it… get some blood flowin’ back to that itty bitty brain…”

You just nodded dumbly, and he loved it. You were a dream, your pussy was a dream, and in a perfect world, he would’ve been tempted to just slip the condom off and creampie you, keep you forever. With the way you were sucking him in, he could’ve guessed you wanted that too.

“T-Toji… I’m close, I’m close,” you wept mindlessly, “gonna cum, please…”

“Mm, such good manners, princess,” he huffed into your ear, pace of his thrusts becoming more stilted and needy. “Gonna soak daddy’s cock, baby?”

The worst part about that was that he’d waited so long to call himself daddy. As you tightened around his length and went tumbling over the edge, clenching and sobbing through your long-awaited release, you were crying out that title like a mantra, making up for lost time. The weight of your slippery walls closing down on him made him bust, too, his load flooding the rubber.

Toji collapsed next to you on the bed, both of you sweating and gasping to catch your breath, neither wanting to be the first to speak. When Toji saw you last night, you were just supposed to be a one-time thing. When you let him into your apartment earlier, it was just supposed to be a one-time thing. But now you weren’t so sure, and Toji wasn’t either.

In the end, it was you who broke the silence.

“You owe me breakfast, by the way…”

Turning to look at you with a raised brow, Toji scoffed, “Yeah? And how do you figure that?”

“You stole my wallet.”

He barked out a laugh, scrubbing his hands over his face to try to help him drift back to reality from the afterglow. Your argument was fair enough on its own, of course, and you’d certainly earned your breakfast. As you both got up to start pulling your clothes back on, he hoped to himself that you’d be up for round two after a good breakfast.

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heaven-s-black-box · 3 months ago

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Poker Face- Xiao & more x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: December 16th, 2024

Description: Can I request.. Xiao, Venti, Albedo With an fem reader who has Winged-ears? (Like.. small wings as ears, they can move due reader’s emotions)

Notes: CW typical Venti drinking. This work was recovered in conjunction with researcher @darklolita666 , we thank them for their contributions. I did these as drabbles instead of headcanons, hope you don't mind!

Word count: Xiao-333, Venti- 420, Albedo- 298

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Xiao

Xiao is a very stoic man; his feelings are for him alone to know. But Y/n… Y/n, whether she wants to or not, wears her heart on her sleeve. And it’s all because of her wings.

He watches from a distance as they flutter with her laughter when Gaming tells you a joke, or the way they puff up when Xingqiu and Xiangling sneak up on her. He’s seen them up close when she joins him on the roof of Wangshuu inn, the gentle breeze ruffling the feathers as she tells him about her latest adventure. When she’s really into a story, they move around as if emphasizing her words, and when she starts to get tired they droop.

In the winter they fold close to her head to keep warm. Yn’s tried tucking them under a hat but it’s too uncomfortable, too restricting.

It’s one such cold winter day, when he has an idea.

Xiao had joined her on a small commission in Tianqiu valley, just clearing out a camp of hilichurls. Y/n kept him on your dominant side so she could easily draw her sword, and he kept a small distance between them so that they wouldn’t get in each other's way if they were suddenly attacked. This distance though let the icy wind through, and from the corner of his eye he could see the way Y/n’s wings shivered.

“Here,” Xiao announced his movement before stepping behind her and cupping his hands over her ears.

The air in the empty space quickly warmed up, and Y/n could feel her wings thawing as a tingling sensation spread through them. Xiao felt the wings brush his gloved hands as they stretched out, and moved away once they settled again.

“Is that better?”

“Mhm, much, thank you.” Y/n smiled.

Xiao may not have wings to clue her in on how he’s feeling, but his actions do that just fine. Even if they’re not as easy to read.

Venti

“You-You should come flying with me,” Venti slurs, hiccups interrupting the otherwise simple sentence.

Y/n sighs, taking the half empty wine bottle off the table but leaving the half full glass.

“You’ve had plenty to drink,” Y/n sighed. “Keep this up and you’ll out yourself.”

“No one ever believes the ramblings of a drunkard,” Venti pouted, his words becoming strangely coherent.

As if he himself realized the almost sober tone he’d taken, and decided he wanted none of it, he downed the rest of the wine in his glass and tried to grab the bottle back. Y/n pulled the bottle further away, holding it over her head.

Venti continued reaching without standing, and fell out of his chair. The loud THUD that resounded in Angel’s Share drew the attention of Diluc and the other patrons, while forcing Y/n’s wings to curl in and puff up slightly.

“Are you alright?”

Venti laughed, so he either wasn’t hurt or was too drunk to care. It could honestly be either, and that’s what was concerning. The bard may have a reputation for being drunk, but she hasn’t seen him this drunk in quite some time. Y/n sighs.

She sets the bottle back on the table and pulls him to his feet, wrapping one of his arms around her neck and slowly leading him towards the door.

“Diluc, I’ll come back and settle the tab once he’s home safe. Is that okay?”

Diluc sighs. “Sure.”

The air outside was warm, and a little humid making Y/n’s already ruffled feathers start to frizz. Venti’s hair tickled her neck from where he was leaning as they slowly made their way through the streets of Mondstadt.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew he was falling to the ground.

“Hey, Barbatos, I wasn’t carrying you so you could sleep.”

Venti yawned, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Y/n for the second time that night. The moonlight left her silhouetted, though her wings seemed to reflect the silver light leaving them illuminated. They were downturned. He didn’t need to see her face to know she must have been frowning.

“I’m fine. Just let me sleep here.”

Rarely did Venti leave no room for debate, but this time there was no way she would get a proper conversation with him. So she sighed and took a seat next to him.

Though he may wish for them to be equal in the sky, Y/n was earthbound.

Albedo

Y/n bit back a laugh as Albedo ran his gloved hand along her wing. He looked so focused she didn’t want to interrupt his concentration, but they were sensitive and his gentle touch tickled.

“You can laugh.”

“Sorry,” Y/n breathed out, trying to keep her voice even.

It was futile though as she quickly broke out into a fit of laughter, her wings fluttering as her shoulders shook. Albedo pulled his hand away, not wanting to hurt the delicate structure by holding it still. After a moment she caught her breath and told him he could continue.

The two were lounging in bed as the rain pattered against the window. Klee was out playing with Amber and Eula on their day off, leaving them with no responsibilities for the day. That left them with ample free time to pursue personal projects. Y/nwas making her way through a novel she’d borrowed from the library, or at least trying too, while Albedo explored the wings growing out from where her ears were.

His sketchbook lay in his lap with a rough anatomical hypothesis of how they looked and connected to her head.

Once again, Albedo traced the top bone of the wing in towards her head. This time he made it past the halfway point and began to trace it downwards.

A shuddered raced down Y/n’s spine, and Albedo paused again.

“Your ears, they’re extremely sensitive.”

“I warned you,” Y/n huffed.

She may be staring at her open book, but she’d stopped absorbing the words the second Albedo began playing with her wings.

“May I continue?”

With a sigh, Y/n closed her book.

“Go ahead.”

It was funny, despite the almost technical approach Albedo had to examining her ears, the exchange felt rather intimate.

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