#the eyes however were both hand drawn and I feel like you can tell 😭😭

[nicomoon69]

forehead pussay

[mooniiify]

how do you think diluc/wrio would confess to a traveller!reader? I feel like it would take them SO LONG to even consider doing it because you're almost always leaving to go somewhere, I also feel like both would be guilty of suddenly having favours needed or fascinating conversational topics as soon as you go to leave 😭

the first time diluc met you, he was intrigued. a traveller belonging to no nation, accompanied by a strange flying fairy? you didn’t need more to pique his interest. with time, however, diluc found himself drawn to your sense of duty, of how brave you were and, honestly, the fact that you were quite good looking. he’d wanted to spend more time with you initially, but once he found out you would be leaving to embark on your journey to the next nation on your list, he thought his growing feelings were pointless, so he was quick to suppress them.

when you showed up for windblume, the news had gotten to him through drunken gossip. he’d switched shifts with charles and decided to go greet you, see how you’re doing, ask about your adventures. he thought in the time apart, his feelings had dwindled, only for them to blossom like a flower in spring the moment his eyes fell on you.

you caught up, told him about liyue and inazuma and what you’d done to help, much like you had with mondstadt, leaving him with only a growing ache in his heart. he didn’t want you to go again, but he knew how important your sibling was to you. he couldn’t hold you back.

when you’d leave again, he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you. then one day he received a letter out of nowhere, inside a few papers filled with your adventures and how you were doing, telling him you would be visiting again soon. diluc felt his heartbeat quicken, anxious to see you.

he’d thought about it a lot by the time you’d came back to mondstadt. it was you who sought him out first, finding him at the tavern as usual. the moment he saw you, diluc realized now was the time to ask.

when you were taking a walk towards the dawn winery that night, alone for once as paimon had stayed behind in mondstadt with amber, diluc finally looked at you, realizing he doesn’t enjoy spending that much time away from you. that he wanted to know you better and to be by your side, to help you for your ultimate mission.

that was when he finally gathered the courage to speak. he asked if you would allow him to accompany you on your journey, that he can have things arranged so he can leave the next day if he had to. he himself had embarked on a similar journey through the nations just a few years ago, there was no better partner than him. his sudden question caught you off guard, making you ask where this was coming from.

that was when diluc finally confessed, expressing the feelings he’s had over the past couple of months and that he believed there was no reason to keep it to himself anymore, that he didn’t want to because it was starting to physically affect him. he’d told you that you didn’t need to accept his feelings, but he had to try.

you returned his feelings, of course you did, but when you pulled him in, you put two hands on his cheeks, telling him you couldn’t let him leave his whole life behind, that he was the protector of mondstadt and he had the wine industry to manage, and you couldn’t just pull him away from that, as much as you wished he could join you.

diluc had kissed you then, making you promise that you would at least come back home to mondstadt more often and that you would write to him as much as you can so he can make sure you’re okay, to which you, of course, oblige before you kissed him again, making diluc feel like he was ascending to celestia.

wriothesley on the other hand was attracted to you the moment you were sent to the fortress of meropede. of course he knew your sentence would be short, so there was no point to attach himself to you, even if you did decide to linger in fontaine. he rarely left the fortress, so unless you decided to stay in the prison for longer, which he wouldn’t let you do in the first place, there was no point in allowing his feelings to grow.

alas, his attempt to suppress them is futile because the closer the end of your sentence came, the more he realized he liked you. he liked talking to you about your adventures, about the outside world he never really got to see, and about your sibling over a nice cup of tea. he’d started looking forward to these brief daily meetings.

when you left and the fontaine crisis had been averted, he realized he’d let himself loose and fucked himself over for not burying his feelings for you deeper. he tried to go on with his life, as he should, but he was grumpier, he no longer had anything to really look forward to throughout the day.

he would sometimes sit in his office, his tea cup in his hand as he watched the chair where you used to sit in, sometimes even imagining you were right across from him. he’d started to blame his delusions on all the work and stress, but deep down, he knew the real reason and he was getting tired of feeling that way.

neuvillette had called him over to talk about work once, so he embarked on his journey out of the fortress. when he got to neuvillette’s office, he found you sitting there with paimon, the three of you looking back at him. his breath hitched when he made eye contact with you, but he was quick to compose himself, asking him what’s going on. neuvillette only said that the traveller had come to visit fontaine and that it would be nice for wriothesley to join them for a cup of tea as well, giving him a knowing look.

after the tea with neuvillette, the iudex had mentioned to paimon about some new sweets one of the melusines had prepared for him, offering to let her try them out. paimon was ecstatic, ditching you for the food she oh-so loved. you were left alone with wriothesley in neuvillette’s office, feeling rather awkward.

you’re the one to speak first, asking wriothesley if everything in the fortress is in order. he says yes, then asks you about your own journey and how far you were with it. he watches you as you passionately explain about your recent endeavor in natlan, not realizing the small smile that had found its way on his usually stoic face.

you’d stopped talking when you’d noticed, pointing out the smile. wriothesley admits he’s missed having you around as you were the inmate that had been the most fun in his career, to which you could only laugh. he wants to tell you then that he would want nothing more than to keep on making you laugh and be by your side, but he knows he can’t. not when he’s bound to the fortress, not when he couldn’t leave his duties behind and selfishly indulge in his desire to be with you.

he couldn’t, no. so he stayed silent despite the wishes of his heart, watching once again as you left to your hotel, slipping right past his fingers.

every time something small happens from then on, he wishes you would be there so he could tell you about it, or you two would talk into the late hours of the night or spend time together or just anything. wriothesley needed you and he felt like if he didn’t express his feelings, he might just explode.

so he wrote down his feelings on a letter, letting everything he needed out, ending up with multiple double-sided pages. his thoughts were jumbled up and it didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter, because he wasn’t going to send it.

that was, at least, until sigewinne found it, read it and decided to send it off to you. wriothesley was none the wiser until you suddenly showed up at the door of his office, having sent paimon off to sigewinne, clutching the papers. he almost pales at the sight.

you two talk. truthfully, if you were to commit, your relationship would be hard regardless if you were a traveller or a citizen of fontain. both of you understood that. but wriothesley claimed he didn’t care, that as long as he knew you were his and he was yours, he could do the long distance, because he had never felt that way before and, truthfully, couldn’t see himself with anyone but you.

after a mature talk and a heated make out session, wriothesley had become the happiest occupant of the fortress of meropede.

thank you so much for the request!

[peachsayshi]

can i request smut with utahime? 😩 making a usually cranky utahime really desperate and needy begging you to play with her pussy? 😭😭

➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

⥽ notes: exes; wlw; smut; dirty talk; f (oral receiving); tension

"tsk, tsk...is this why you decided not to join us for the evening?"

the amusement in your voice only prompts utahime to pout with frustration. there is a noticeable tension resting in the space between her brows, and her big, brown doe eyes spark with irritation. however, the blooms of pink surfacing beneath her cheeks is proof of her embarrassment and a clear indication that she wasn't expecting you back at the hotel room so early.

your eyes can't help but follow the path of her soft curves. her cropped see through tank outlines her pointed nipples, and she hesitantly pulls her bare legs close to her chest to stop herself from lewdly flashing you a view of her pussy.

break ups are never easy, but somehow you and your ex still manage to get caught up in these sticky situations because of your work.

you fold your arms across your chest and jut your hip to the right, staring at utahime like you're about to scold her for what she was doing but instead a teasing smile lights up your face.

"y'know, if you just wanted to rub one out you could have said so..."

you see her jaw twitch. "what I do to relax during my spare time is none of your business anymore," she grumbles through gritted teeth.

"ha! it is my business when we are sharing the same room..."

she adorably huffs before turning her head away from you. "you said that you weren't going to be back until midnight and didn't inform me otherwise..."

"you can thank satoru for that," you explained, "he allowed shoko to buy him a few drinks"

you ease your stance as you saunter closer to the bed. a flush of red kisses utahime's neck when she returns to meet your gaze, because she sees that you're crouching down to the floor to pick up her discarded underwear.

"what are you-"

you interrupt her mortified statement by stretching the the white fabric between both hands. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, maintaining eye contact with her as you shake your head in disappointment.

"how do you always manage to soak through these?" you flirtatiously mock, but it only results in utahime snatching her underwear away from you.

"argh, I'm going to wash up," she announces bitterly, forgetting herself for just a moment as she stands on her two feet.

your hands circle around her waist, and you hold her place as you gently seat her back down onto the mattress.

"aww, look at you getting all riled up. tonight was pretty stressful, but I didn't think you would be this wound up..."

you feel goosebumps prickle her skin with your gentle touch as your hands motion over her hips to her thighs as you slowly spread them apart.

"I'm just tired..." she mumbles in defeat.

"I can tell, baby girl," you coo as you lean your cheek against her plush thigh. "want me to take care of you? just for tonight?"

maybe it was stupid for you to ask knowing that it's barely been six week since the break up, but how else were you going to admit that catching her with one hand up her shirt and the other knuckle deep in her pussy completely turned you on?

she's struck with confusion, but upon considering your offer you see her finally start to relax.

"only tonight," she concedes, feigning a level of confidence as if to pretend like she's drawn some magical boundary that would separate you both.

you smile as you kiss a trail up along the apex of her thigh, moving closer and closer to the pretty space between her legs.

you gently massage circles over her pubis, rubbing along the patch of trimmed dark hair. you can hear her breath slowly start to increase, but it isn't enough for you to fulfill her desire just yet.

"please don't tease me," she begs, motioning one hand to her chest as she squeezes her tit over the fabric.

"no?" you reply.

she shakes her head, and you see tears start to form in her eyes from the anticipation. it only makes you wetter seeing how hot and desperate she is, and the sight of this stunning woman crumbling before you is one to truly behold.

you boldly swipe your tongue up along her slit, humming at the taste of her essence before repeating the action once again until you’re swirling over her tender clit. you suck on it softly, massage your tongue across the bud before guiding two fingers back inside her pussy.

"oh, fuck, thank you," she pants in between her moans, her own hands moving to find the back of your head as she softly ruts her hips against your movements. "thank you, thank you, thank you..."

⥽ requests?

[spiderlandry]

OMG can you please do overprotective jealous Misty there's never any fics on here for her 😔

im sorry anon this is def not what you asked for 😭 i just suddenly got an idea for a yellowjacket!reader who became an actor after they get out of the wilderness, and i thought i could use it here. if you’d like another drabble with a more specific scenario/plot, i could whip something up so lmk!!

if anyone wants me to expand on this actor!reader x yellowjackets, also lmk bc i actually kinda like it LMAO

last note i promise: i used present day misty for this because it wasn’t specified and i also love christina ricci <3

pact — misty quigley

Eyes. You can feel eyes on you at all times. A looming presence, yet a familiar shadow watching your movements. It’s similar to something you’d felt in the wilderness, however that was the part of your life you promised to leave forever except there was one thing that stopped you from completely doing so: Misty Quigley.

Despite what the tabloids say, you have not kept in contact with any of the yellowjackets. You had taken a path the others deemed unwise—you became an actor. Your work was good enough that most interviewers respected the rule of not asking about your time lost in the woods. But, even though you resisted the urge to reach out to whom you’d bonded with for life, there is always a feeling you can’t shake that Misty has been watching you closely.

It’s not like a papparazzi camera. It’s different. You try to catch the familiar head of blonde hair around the corners in streets where you feel her presence, and get disappointed that she’s not there. You miss her.

The feeling grows when you get a postcard sent to your personal home, an address nobody knows except for your family, drawn with a symbol you know all too well. The second you’d gotten it, you called your manager, telling her that you won’t be able for any projects indefinitely and packed a bag.

Either she sensed it or she was watching your house cameras, because a few hours before you leave for the flight, a disheveled Misty Quigley shows up at your door.

“Misty?” You shove aside your luggage, unbelieving the woman at your door.

“You can’t leave,” She says, out of breath. She’s in scrubs, shoes untied, and you can see her car parked on your lawn haphazardly. “Don’t leave.”

Unexpectedly, to both you and Misty, you lunge at her, arms around her neck and taking in the comfort of being in her arms again.

“You’re actually here,” You whisper, so quiet as if you’re scared she’ll disappear. You tighten the hold as she returns the hug. “I won’t leave. Now that you’re here.” And just like that, it’s the easiest decision you’ve ever made.

When you pull away slightly, you can see the bewildered look on her face.

“Wait—you’re not…gonna ask? Why I’m here?”

You shake your head, a different question on your tongue. “Did you send the card?”

“No,” she mirrors your gesture. “I just—I don’t want you to leave.”

You can’t stop the smile from creeping up on your face. Suddenly remembering where you are, you pulled her into your home and closed the door immediately away from prying eyes.

You sit her down on a bar stool in your kitchen, getting her favourite drink from the fridge.

“You remembered?” She lights up as you hand the cold can to her.

“Why would I not?” You shrug, bashful. “Tell me why you want me to stay.”

You have a feeling she knows that you know why. You just need the confirmation.

“I need you here,” Misty replies. “So I can protect you.”

Stepping closer and taking her hand in yours, you say, “You want to keep our pact?”

“You remember our pact?” She parrots.

Long ago, in the wilderness, of a past life, you and Misty had promised each other protection no matter the circumstances. Over the years as you separated, losing courage to reach out to Misty the way you wanted, the guilt has burrowed itself in your heart and made its home.

You’ve been eager to continue the pact, but it seemed that things were never quite right—until now. The world has pushed you two together even if its through Misty’s sheer will.

You promise, this time, not to let her go.