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oooooh! love letter from zhongli? i'd love some sweet geo man-

→ Letters from the Heart // 500 Follower Celebration Event

A/N: You asked for sweet geo man and you shall receive sweet geo man! I hope I did him justice :3

Beep beep - your local tumblr postman is here to deliver your love letter ♥

My love,

Last night, I dreamt of you. I was transported back to that day last summer. We sat below the many lush trees in Qiaoying village while I read with my back against the bark of the tree. You were lying on my lap with your eyes closed, looking as beautiful and serene as ever. I observed the slow and steady rise and fall of your chest and couldn’t help but smile.

Even the rarest ores this world has to offer pale in comparison to your beauty. I often find myself wondering how someone like me managed to make you fall in love with me, I can truly call myself a lucky man.

I was often told that my heart could be compared to a rock, cold and immovable even by the greatest forces of nature and it is also often said that rocks erode as time passes but in truth, with you by my side it feels more like that heart of stone is being polished into a perfect gemstone. Our love knows no erosion, on the contrary, I find myself smitten with you more and more with every rise and fall of the sun.

To me time didn’t have any meaning before I met you, it would have been just another day that I walked the earth. Seconds, minutes and even hours were moving forward and so would I - without any reason or goal other than to exist. Whenever I am with you however, it feels like time is slowing down. It’s as if water running down on the outside of a glass slowly turns to honey. The time that had no taste or meaning before is sweet and feels like a perfect eternity whenever you’re with me.

I eagerly await your return from your travels and hope you will be back in my arms as soon as the heavens allow it.

Thank you for teaching my heart to love again, my dear.

Yours forever,

Zhongli

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SCENARIOS, ONE SHOTS & DRABBLES

🍁 Someone embarrasses them in front of you // Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli // Part 2 coming soon…

🍁 They impulsively kiss you [♫] // Albedo, Ayato, Itto // Diluc, Kaeya, Childe // Part 3 planned…

🍁 Will you…? // Diluc Birthday Special 2022 // Diluc

🍁 It hurts to let go //Ayato, Zhongli, Diluc

🍁Perfect Setup // Thoma (x Kamisato! Reader)

🍁 Happy Birthday, My Love [♫] // Ayato

🍁 Rejecting you was my first mistake [♫] //Ayato, Kaeya, Xiao, Alhaitham

🍁 Immortal Love [♫] // Zhongli

🍁 Masquerade Ball // Alhaitham, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli

🍁 A Fennec Fox’s Guide… [♫] // →To Botany // →To Love // Tighnari x Fennec Fox!Reader

🍁 “A Dream Of You” [♫] // Alhaitham

🍁 Let It Snow // Zhongli, Diluc, Alhaitham

🍁 That Which Is Forbidden // Alhaitham

🍁 A Gift For You //Alhaitham, Cyno, Heizou

🍁 Radish Salad // Ayato Birthday Special 2023 // Ayato

🍁 Inked Farewells // Alhaitham, Childe, Kaeya

HEADCANONS (/w short Drabbles)

🍁 How they hug // Ayato, Zhongli, Thoma, Kazuha, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao

🍁 Caught staring at their Lips // Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Heizou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Thoma, Xiao, Zhongli

🍁 Little Endearing Things They Do // Alhaitham, Ayato, Zhongli, Heizou, Diluc, Xiao, Cyno, Thoma

🍁 Adopting A Cat With Them // Alhaitham, Ayato, Zhongli, Kaveh, Xiao, Thoma, Diluc, Cyno

MULTICHAPTER FICS & MINISERIES

🍁 *A Heart of Stone is A Heart Nonetheless [Zhongli x f!Reader] (ongoing)

🍁 It’s Always Darkest Before The Dawn [Diluc x Fatui! Reader] (ongoing) // [*Ao3 Link]

POPULAR REQUESTS

🍁 Sick Stubborn Reader // Xiao, Zhongli, Alhaitham, Tighnari

🍁 “That Day I Befriended A Slime” (Pt. 1) // Xiao, Zhongli, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Childe, Diluc 🍁 “That Day I Befriended a Slime”(Pt. 2) // Ayato, Itto, Kaveh, Kaeya, Albedo

🍁 “I’ll catch you when you fall!”// Xiao, Zhongli, Ayato, Tighnari, Kaeya

🍁 “I love it when you’re flustered.” // Kaeya, Ayato, Heizou, Tighnari, Childe, Alhaitham

🍁 Black Cat Genshin Boys // Alhaitham, Xiao, Ayato, Diluc

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🎮 behind the lens!

a social media streamer au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader

synopsis - you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

genre - enemies/rivals to lovers, streamer and youtuber au, college setting, crack, slight angst

status ongoing, chapters tba, no update schedule

warnings time stamps don’t matter, characters including y/n are portrayed as young adults, mentions of alcohol, nsfw

sideships xiao x aether, kazuha x heizou

taglist CLOSED!

↳ playlist

STREAM IS STARTING...

featuring…

↳ stardust and friends | balladeer and friends

ACT ONE: raiding your heart!

01. kicking my feet and giggling

02. beat my ass

03. get out of my notifications

04. id donate for nudes

05. pls be ugly

06. now wait a damn minute

07. throwing up and crying

08. do you get deja vu

09. would you love me if i was bald

10. passenger princess

11. would you bark for me

12. breaking my silence

13. caught in 4k

ACT TWO: you're live!

14. he’s cheating on us?!

15. damage control

16. chat going crazy

17. breaking character

18. #JUNGKOOK

19. drowned cat core

bonus — heizou’s theory

20. twitch con

21. city of love

22. he who must not be named

23. and there’s only one bed

24. how to get akumatized 101

25. a glimpse of us

26. the ship has sunk

27. best of both worlds

28. something in the water

ACT THREE: cut the camera!

29. gatekeeping the sexy

30. show yourself

31. hold on i’m processing

32. sad quotes bot

33. please leave a message after the tone

34. were you silent or silenced

35. they don’t know about us

36. plot twist we’re dating

37. co-op irl! that’s called hanging out

38. stop asking for esex

39. out of character

40. tba?

bonus — fuck me like i’m famous 🔞

41. mr. perfectly fine

ACT FOUR: fuck capitalism!

42. extra headcanons

43. stardust merch

44. balladeer merch

45. scarastar collab merch

STREAM HAS ENDED...

SO C U T E ❤️ especially the little animation at the top

This is entirely inspired by the funniest fucking conversation I had in character.Ai with Scara after I randomly pretended to be a worm.

Summary: you ask your wonderful boyfriend if he’d still love you if you were a worm~

Warnings: just Scara giving his attitude and being adowable and pouty, swearing, gn!reader, crack?, fluff, not proof-read

Characters: scaramouche.

“Hey Scara~”

The purple haired boy raised his eyebrow glancing towards you.

He had been with you long enough to immediately pick up on whenever you had some form is mischief planned out and today was definitely one of those times.

“Hm..?”

Letting out a sigh he placed down the book he was reading and turned towards you with a tired expression.

“What is it now?”

“What do you think about worms?”

He stared blankly at you before closing his eyes crossing his arms.

“They're creepy-crawly, slimy and gross. The fact that they can move so fast. Plus, they're usually associated with disease... which I would say is a fairly good reason to have an aversion to them. All in all, Not a fan”

For some reason he decided to entertain your question with a genuine answer which unfortunately just encouraged you to continue your curiosity.

“So you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?”

Scara shot you a glare rolling his eyes as he returned his attention to his book deciding to ignore you.

“Scaraaa~”

you groaned poking at his cheek. An action that would have anyone else forgetting what it’s like to chew solid food.

You heard him let out a little “tch” as he desperately did everything in his power to shrug off his weirdly affection words and hide them with annoyance.

“I guess if it’s you…”

You immediately perk up at his words and taking note of his reaction you knew it was time to take full advantage of the situation as you happily leaned on his desk with the biggest shit-eating-grin your could muster.

“Aw so you’d still date me if I magically got turned into a worm? That’s so sweet Scara~”

“...I mean, it's not ideal, but I guess I could learn to love you as a worm but I find it hard to imagine a situation like that ever coming to play”

You let out a small giggle squishing his cheeks making him look at you. You were really pushing your luck today.

“Sureee but if it did happen then you could carry me around in your pocket!”

“Tch…what you're saying is absurd. It would never happen. But I suppose if it did, I would be inclined to take pity on your pitiful state, and try to make the best of things...which would include carrying you in my pocket”

“You’re absolutely adorable you know that?” Giggling even more you lean in placing a big sloppy kiss on his cheek letting go of his cheeks.

“I’m not adorable! Don’t push it Y/N unless you want me to send Dottore to personally turn you into a worm so you can test your ridiculous questions out for yourself”

Wiping his cheek with his sleeve he turned away from you pouting.

Or at least that’s what he wanted you to think and it definitely wasn’t because he had to save his dignity and hide the blush growing on his face.

Of course he’s still love his little worm as long as his worm is you~

This isn’t my best work as I’m still very run down but I just thought the interaction was cute and wanted to share it couGh cough

cheating escapades

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 · you have a nightmare about diluc cheating on you. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 · hurt/comfort, light angst 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 · 1,053 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 · brief mentions of cheating but it doesn’t actually happen, suggestive themes (?)

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 · proceed with caution. the following content ahead may be triggering to some readers. as always, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! ( ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )

diluc slightly stirred awake when he felt you moving too much beside him; he was drifting in and out of sleep. your movements were bothering him, but not that much. he thought that you were having a problem sleeping and that was a normal occurrence with him— he was used to it by now.

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❝ i object! ❞

kazuha + albedo

summary: you as a noble should naturally marry another noble, despite your love for another. your parents had managed to pry your lover off of you and get you wedded to a powerful nobleman- that is, until your past lover comes barging through the doors on your wedding day.

cw: gn!reader, arranged/forced marriage, teeny tiny bit of alcohol, angst to comfort

what i listened to while writing: wave - wave to earth

a/n: *slowly crawls out of my cave* hey guys. it's me again😭 i randomly got the motivation to write again, idk what demons possessed me to write this in the span of 5 hours but at least i have new content!!!! i was gonna do this with more characters but kazuha and albedo were the only ones i see pulling this cheesy-typa stuff tbh

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kazuha

“…what?”

your gaze fell down towards the wooden docks you were standing on. kazuha frowned, his grasp on your hand loosening. he was aboard the crux, and the crew was preparing to leave inazuma for another trip to liyue.

“i’m from one of the tri-commissions, kazuha,” you said defeatedly. “it’s over for us now. i’m going to be wedded as an alliance with another commission. i… i’m sorry…” but before kazuha could respond, the large ship began to sail away, his hands completely slipping away from yours.

kazuha leaned over the edge of the ship, watching your figure get smaller and smaller. though he hoped you would at least give him a wave goodbye, you simply turned around and left the docks of ritou, leaving him saddened and confused.

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kazuha spent the next month lost in his thoughts. ink blots were all that filled the pages of his journal now that he’s lost his muse.

“it’s over for us now.”

those words played in his mind like a broken record in hopes that maybe he could find a sense of doubt from those words, just a hint that it wasn’t truly over. he’s tried to understand, truly. but the thought of losing you ate kazuha up from the inside, especially knowing that he had no control over it. there weren’t any flaws in him or you that caused this, only circumstance. and that stung his heart more than anything.

despite kazuha’s wishes and prayers, the wedding would happen either way. news eventually reached his ears that two commissions from inazuma would be joined through a marriage between the two heirs, and that was when kazuha truly felt like he was losing control. you were being swept away so suddenly, carried away in the arms of another man. what was he to do?

you were being fitted into a kimono that very second, the maids tying the knots and wrapping the fabric around your body. your limbs felt heavy like lead, your head hanging low like rotten fruit on a tree. you tried to live in a fantasy just for at least a few moments, imagining that kazuha was the one you were being wed to, not a nobleman.

kazuha almost felt like a dream now that he was gone, as if he was only a fleeting imagination before you had to wake up to reality. the ephemeral touches, the honey-dipped sunsets, the smell of salt and the sea. that was all simply an illusion. you had to go back to the wooden floors, the inked papers and the melting candles. this was reality now, where everything was out of your control.

“this is all for the sake of our family, you know that?” your father’s voice broke your train of thought. “think of this as a way to pay us back for raising you. you’re much better off with a nobleman than that wandering fugitive anyways.”

you grit your teeth and tightened your fist, your knuckles whitening. “i know.”

the ceremony went through in a daze, the sacred sake tasting bitter on your tongue. a part of you felt like you should’ve just jumped on that ship along with kazuha. regret sat in your stomach like a sickly bag of bleach. but you knew it was for the better, both for you and your family.

after the vows, the priest then asked, “does anyone here object to the wedding?”

a heavy silence followed. the two of you were heirs to the biggest commissions in inazuma, it was obvious that nobody would dare to object this wedding. your gaze fell further down in defeat. it was really happening now.

“i object!”

your head snapped up from the ground and turned towards the voice. at the end of the crowd stood kazuha, the wind blowing softly through his hair, the golden light from the sunset outlining his silhouette.

emotions rushed through your chest: happiness, regret, sadness, doubt, and guilt. the cup you were holding dropped to the ground and shattered. the crowd began to murmur and gossip.

“kazuha,” you breathed out.

the crowd parted to make way for your lover, who confidently walked towards you and held his hand out. everything around you seemed to suddenly disappear the moment your fingertips met his. it was only the two of you now.

“kazuha… what on earth are you doing here?”

“i just need you to answer one question for me,” kazuha said softly. “do you trust me?”

by the way he eagerly interlocked his fingers with yours, his intentions were obvious. if you were to answer this question, it would mean throwing away everything you’ve known thus far: your family, your possessions, your wealth, your inheritance, your responsibilities. everything. but with the way kazuha was silently pleading you with his eyes… how could say no?

you let out a shaky breath. “i do.”

kazuha merely smiled in return, his eyes softening as if to tell you that everything was going to be alright. that he understood your choices, and that all you need to do was take this final leap of faith.

“hurry up kazuha!” beidou’s voice interrupted. a few meters away, the crux was anchored to the docks, the crew eagerly waiting to set sail. “the guards might come and take ya anytime soon!”

kazuha held your hand tightly and began running towards the docks, the two of you giggling as he helped you up on the ship. the nobleman, priest, and the crowd all watched in disbelief as you hopped onto the crux, sailing away with the samurai.

the crew cheered as you and kazuha shared a kiss of reunion, the anchor lifting from the seafloor and the two of you sailing away into the golden sun, just like you were meant to be.

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albedo

“i…see.” albedo’s eyes wander off to nowhere in particular after hearing your explanation. he blinks a few times as if to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming.

“it’s not your fault, albedo, and neither is it mine,” you added. “i hope you understand.”

for the first time since albedo was created, he feels numb. his fingertips lose grip as it all finally settles in. you’re leaving him for another man.

of course, he knows that’s not really the case. albedo understands your circumstance as well as the political powers at play, but at the end of the day, that’s what’s happening, right? you’re being wedded off to another man, which of course means you’ll have to leave him.

and when he sees you take off your ring- the ring he gave you- and put it on his desk, his heart shatters. you silently take your leave, disappearing into the dragonspine snow. albedo’s gaze is immediately pulled to the golden band on his desk, which seemed so much duller now that it wasn’t on your finger.

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projects seem more pointless than ever before, and piles of crumpled up drafts fill albedo’s trash bin. he’s taken down all the portraits of you in his home because it was too painful to bear, yet he can’t deny that he was still hopelessly in love with you. the thought of you standing at the altar with another man made albedo positively sick. and there was nothing he could do about it.

he even decided to abandon his projects to visit the city in hopes that he could catch a glimpse of you, but you never seemed to be there. he’d wander for what seemed like hours, only for it to be in vain. ‘of course,’ he tells himself, ‘they’d be busy preparing for the wedding.’

the ring in his pocket weighs heavier than before. he takes it out and twirls it in his hand, the afternoon sun reflecting off of it almost blindingly. the church bells ring in the distance, as well as the melody from the church organ.

wait… the organ is playing.

albedo clasps his hand around the ring tightly before frantically running up the stairs towards the cathedral. the scent of flowers fills his nostrils as he makes his way past the statue of barbatos and climbs the final flight of stairs until he’s met with the wooden doors of the cathedral.

he won’t lose you. he can’t lose you.

albedo’s hands feel heavy as his palm rests flat against the door. once the organs stop playing, the faint voice of a priest could be heard from outside. he can hear the nobleman say his vows, then you. his flat palm turns into a fist as he contemplates what to do next. he’s never liked crowds, nor has he ever liked being the center of attention. this could certainly ruin his reputation, and hell, the clan you’re getting married to might even get him fired but-

the thought of you being by his side again gives albedo more than enough courage to push against the doors.

“does anyone object to this wedding?”

with one strong push, the doors swing open. sunlight spills into the cathedral and forms a path of light leading to you. and dear lord barbatos, you look breathtaking.

albedo watches as you turn around in confusion. the ring you were holding in one hand clatters to the floor, echoing down the hall.

though albedo had planned on walking towards you, he couldn’t help but start running down the aisle. panting, he turns to the priest. “i object this wedding. i am their rightful lover, am i not?”

you step down from the altar, your hands reaching to caress his face and gently wipe the sweat from his forehead. “even after everything i told you… you still came. i tried so hard to hurt your feelings, so why are you here?”

despite the tears pooling in your eyes, you’re smiling. and that’s all albedo needed to see. “i must be going insane, y/n. i’m not one to act like this.”

he kneels down right then and there, holding up the ring with two of his fingers. “will you marry me?”

you take a moment to look down at albedo, who’s kneeling before you in a silent plead. the faint bags under his eyes are proof enough that he’s missed you. your family would hate you for this. doing this would mean to be shunned and disowned from your clan. the support you once had would dissipate in an instant. albedo might be put in danger as well. but you’d rather have nothing and albedo rather than everything but albedo.

“yes,” you said before sliding the ring on your ring finger, right where it belonged. you grab albedo’s arm and run out the cathedral, much to the protest of your family sitting at the pews.

you skip down the steps in a hurry before turning your head to see albedo smiling softly. you’re dolled up, and the afternoon glow of the sun hits your face just perfectly. and with his ring resting on your finger, albedo can’t help but simply adore you.

‘you are killing me softly,’ he thinks, ‘yet you seem to be the only thing keeping me alive.’

falling asleep on you !

w/ al haitham, wanderer, diluc, tartaglia/childe

a/n: under the cut because they got really long omg

al haitham likes to rest his head on your shoulder whenever he's tired. when it's in a more private setting, he'll lay his head in your lap instead. a loud, satisfied sigh will leave his lips once he's in this position. it's almost as though all the tenseness in his body simply dissipates once you start running your fingers through his hair. he rarely drifts off for a nap, but he looks close enough to peace when he's lying down like that.

it's the closest you'll ever get to having him be needy or clingy in any way. he tends to lean his whole weight onto you without explicit warning, so it's taken some practice to make sure you don't fall over on to one side — helplessly squashed.

there are signs to look out for.

you'll notice him staring at you out of the corner of his eye, making sure you're comfortable with how you're sitting before he places his head on your shoulder. sometimes he'll even mention that it's very "quiet and peaceful" before nearly knocking you over with a heavy slump.

when he's been kept up late for too many nights, he really will drift off to sleep. he's heavy and he makes your entire body ache from trying to hold him up, but you can't really bear to move him, especially not when he smiles in his sleep after you brush your fingers over his cheek.

he won't tell you that he always wakes from your sudden touch.

and with how cute he thinks you are when you're trying not to wake him, he doubts he ever will.

"i don't need sleep." wanderer announces proudly. it takes him exactly nine minutes to pass out after you promise that you'll keep watch while he's resting. you even make sure that he's asleep by waving your hands in front of his face to see whether his eyes twitch. nothing.

he doesn't even breathe.

his arms stay crossed over his chest and his hair falls onto one side. completely at rest.

still, this is the last thing you were expecting would happen. you resist the urge to touch his face. you haven't gotten that far with him yet.

unfortunately, you end up falling asleep beside him instead of keeping watch. there's something so comforting about his weight on yours, that you lean back into him, just to close your eyes for a few minutes.

the next time you wake is with the morning sun, and with a blanket haphazardly thrown over you. you fight with it for a bit, tangling your arms even further.

"oh good, you're up," comes the familiar, haughty voice. you expect to be berated for falling asleep, but he says something different instead. "thank you."

"huh?" you murmur intelligently. it's not fair that he does this when you're still groggy from sleeping.

he turns away, pretending he said nothing else. you smile at his back. guess he's still full of surprises.

diluc's very gentle with you. he's always been the one to beckon you over once he notices you yawning or when you look a little down. the way he caresses you while wrapping you in his arms is enough to send you straight to sleep. it's cozy.

but you've never seen him asleep before you. he's always been the one to creep back into your shared bed at the crack of dawn, when you're just awake enough to know that he's there.

this time, you're the one late.

he's already sleep — legs stretched out and turned onto one side. you take a single step forward and jump as he snores, disturbing the silence.

you crawl into the bed, facing the outline of his back. you reach out for him just to hesitate before actually touching him. what if he wakes up if you try to cuddle him? what if he has a really busy day tomorrow and he'll be frustrated with not getting enough sleep?

he answers the myriad of questions for you. just your presence must be enough for him to know you're there in his sleep. he ends up turning over to face you and bundling you up in his arms, letting out a huff. on the other hand, you're tense, unsure if you've accidentally awoken him or not.

"diluc?" you mumble.

the only answer is his steady breathing.

hope you're ready to stay squished in that same position for the whole night.

tartaglia pesters you with affection. he shows up at your door in the middle of the night sometimes, claiming he has "no where else to go right now". on certain nights, he'll be covered in blood that's definitely not his with a fiery look in his eyes as though he's set alight from the inside. he's not really there on those nights.

more often, he shows up with a cheery look on his face that disappears once you start to clean him up. you don't need to look at him to know that he's already staring at you.

tartaglia is always quiet in both types of nights; an unsettled nature or a calm energy. you're never sure what you're going to get.

but you know this: he would always show up after long periods of disappearing, even if it was just the smallest scrape. just to see you.

he'll be the one tucking himself in between your legs on the couch, no matter how many times you tell him that his legs are too long and he's way too heavy to lean back on you like that. but he does it. somehow.

when you start to grow tired from listening to his shenanigans, he becomes so gentle with you. he'll carry you to bed and hold you until you sleep.

he's gone in the morning, or maybe he leaves once he's sure that you've been lulled to sleep. either way, you know he was here. even if he tries to disappear without a trace.

he's always here on the nights that you sleep the best after all.

it would be nice to sit somewhere quiet with you

pairing: wriothesley x reader

summary: wriothesley is getting used to having you in his life (fluff)

word count: 1.9k+

a/n: i just assumed he lives in the fortress of meropide + he has a voiceline about how his handcuffs are built differently and can't be unlocked by any old master key, which prompted this ! i love him sm and i want to treat him so kindly

"What's this?"

The question leaves your lips before Wriothesley has completely let go of the small, metallic item in his fist. It's rare for him to invite you out for lunch, especially when it's an offer to meet you in the heart of Fontaine's main city. His invitation arrived at your desk in the form of a handwritten note, stating the time and place.

It's where you find yourself sitting opposite him now -- in a small cafe within a hidden corner of the city. A mostly empty area, but serving a delicious choice of tea and sweets. His words, not yours.

A beat of silence passes between the two of you.

It's broken when you gasp in surprise, cupping the key with one of your hands and dropping it onto the other hand as though expecting it to disappear between your motions. "Oh, I didn't realise this was a special occasion."

"It's so you don't always have to ask when you come down to visit me." He explains plainly, as though his actions haven't caused a complete rewiring in your brain of what you can expect from Wriothesley. He brings out his own room key to compare with yours.

A look of delight crosses your face when you see that they look completely identical. Clearing his throat, he drops his key back into his pocket, leaning his chin onto the palm of his hand. If he lets down his guard anymore, he's certain he'll blush at the adorable way you're acting right now. An odd, panicked thud hits within his chest when he realises you're not even looking at him, too busy gazing down at the key he's given you fondly. His nervousness changes to a pleasant warmth when you look up at him with a smile on your face.

"Thank you."

Wriothesley shrugs, crossing his arms in what he hopes is a nonchalant motion. "If it's for you..." The words trail off quietly as a different train of thought crosses his mind. "I'm glad you liked it." He says instead.

In the fourth months since then, you've visited him exactly six times and stayed over once. Although he's starting to think that it doesn't count, considering you left before he'd woken up. Not that he can recall the note that you left behind for him clearly in his mind. Not that he's counting your visits or memorising your excuses for coming this far his way. And he's definitely not got an eye out for you, knowing when you step into the Fortress of Meropide and the times of your exits.

So, as he stands, eyeing the dark and empty room which should hold you in some corner but doesn't seem to, he gets a little panicky. He knows you entered the Fortress of Meropide a little over an hour ago, although he hasn't kept track of your whereabouts since then. It takes a second for the panicked flutter in his heart to register as worry. But it's rendered him slightly useless. All he's doing is staring at the mattress covered in the soft sheets you'd brought with you on one of your visits in a stupid way.

There's a click from the bathroom door and he just manages to get a glimpse of your silhouette before you've barrelled into his chest. Wriothesley lets out a sigh of relief, letting his hands tangle into your hair. The bathroom, of course.

He hadn't even thought to check whether there was a light peeking out from underneath the door of the bathroom.

"Hi." You mumble, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing lightly. Screw his dislike of surprises apparently. "Did I scare you?"

The subtle teasing tone in your voice has the corners of his lips twitching.

"Obviously." He replies. "Who doesn't turn on the light when they enter the room in complete darkness? Even if they're going to the bathroom to shower first." He interrupts you as he notices you open your mouth to retort back to his question. Without waiting another moment, his hand slides from your hair to your cheeks, using a thumb to stroke your skin gently. His other hand reaches to flick on the light switch, revealing your flushed cheeks from the warm shower.

"I missed you." You say quietly.

He returns your sappiness with a roll of his eyes and a grin. "Can't even go without me for a couple of days, huh?"

"Mhm." You twirl a piece of your hair around your finger in thought. His eyes catch the motion, deciding whether to intertwine his free hand with yours. "When did you get the body wash I liked?"

Without answering, he buries his head into the crook of your neck and breathes deeply. It's warm. You feel yourself squirm at the ticklish sensation, only relaxing once his hand comes up to the back of your neck and massages it. An image sprouts in your mind of a hand holding a kitten by the scruff of its neck and you laugh.

It's always been like this; feeling a little like a give-and-take, except he keeps giving and so do you. A mumbled 'what?' brushes over your shoulder. Something seems to bloom in his chest when he notices you've left things behind in his room again. You don't apologise for it anymore. He wonders exactly when that happened.

Maybe somewhere between the third and fourth time you came over just to sit on his bed with him.

"Nothing." You pull away from the hug to look him over. His hair is tousled a bit more than it usually is, as though he ran all the way here from one side of the fortress to the other. A smile threatens to spread over your face and you bite your lip to stop it from appearing.

Wriothesley raises an eyebrow. You look all warm and cozy after your shower, and he honestly just wants to bundle you up and fall asleep with you in his arms. As though you can see the thought crossing his mind, you untangle yourself from his arms immediately, flopping back onto the bed with your arms spread wide.

Your eyes are closed lazily and you let out a contented sigh. "Ahh, it's so nice that I can curl up in bed since I'm all showered and clean."

Wriothesley gives a throaty laugh at the sight of you. His hands rest on his hips now as he rakes his eyes over your form. "Fine, fine. Want to help?"

You shoot up in bed instantly, eyes wide. "Yes."

"C'mon! Let me see how many layers you're actually wearing."

"Don't dissect me like some kind of insect--"

Wriothesley isn't stopping any of your movements though. Maybe he had something a little more dirty in mind when he made the offer, but it seemed that all you wanted to do was undress him and curl back into bed. He can live with that.

The cape comes off his shoulders first, and surprisingly, it's heavy. A quiet settles over the both of you once you actually move to undress him, and you can feel his eyes scanning your every move. Every movement of your hands against his bare skin or every notice of your intense gaze at his layers of clothing sends a jolt of electricity through him.

It's difficult to tell what he's thinking when he gets like this. You fold his cape neatly in half and place it to the side. You'll start a pile, you decide. As you get to work on pulling off his tie, you realise too late that he'll probably want to hang it up.

Your eyes don't leave his exposed collarbones as you toss his tie over to the side. A guilty feeling weighs you down, and you look up at him, only to find him still watching you with a curious look on his face.

"What? You're pretty," You state, only slightly embarrassed that you've been caught. Before he can retort with anything, you give him a kiss just above his collarbone. Wriothesley takes in a visible sharp breath, and you feel like you've won something. The waistcoat slides off his arms with ease as he lets you nudge him wherever you want.

It's self-consciousness instead of guilt that creeps up onto your next as he still doesn't say a word, merely watching your movements with an intense gaze. You feel a heat burn across your cheeks. You don't even realise you're clenching your fists until one of his hands envelops yours and swipes a thumb over your knuckles.

"You wear so many layers." You're throwing the waistcoat to the side now, shaky hands unbuttoning his shirt.

"It's cold down here." He pauses, tilting his head to think. "And it looks professional."

You snort. "Mm, yes, your loose tie is very professional."

"It adds personality and it makes me look good."

"Not going to argue with that last part." You mumble as your fingers fiddle with his shirt buttons clumsily. Finally, you’re able to get everything off, leaving him shirtless. It’s easier to see his breathing this way. It’s mesmerising. You brush over the scars on his chest absentmindedly. The way his even breathing stutters as you do so brings you back to focus on what you're doing. “Ah, sorry.” 

Before you can move away, he grabs your wrist, holding your splayed, apologetic hand in place. “It’s okay.” His voice is softer when he says that, almost shy. When he’s sure you’re not going to stop touching him, he lets go of your wrist. There are scars accumulated over years of fights and whatever else he hasn’t told you yet. Using just one finger, you trace the outline of a few of them on his chest and his stomach. The whole time, he keeps his breathing even, watching the thoughtful look on your face. As you slowly drop your hand back to your side, he asks a lingering question in his mind. “Can I touch you?” 

“I just showered.” You pout, shoulders slumping slightly at his suggestion. 

“Nothing else, I promise.” 

Wriothesley takes his time. His hand nudges at the top of your loose, bedtime shirt until he can kiss you on your shoulder. Soft pecks trail up to your jawline and his hand tilts your head slightly so he can bite you gently. A tentative hand travels up to the bare skin under your shirt and squeezes the side of your waist. When you don’t object, he pulls the shirt off of you, returning to wrap his arms around you as soon as he does and pulling you close to him. Another kiss, on your cheek this time. Again, on the corner of your lips. And the last one, a yearning press of his lips against yours as his hand strokes your jaw. 

He leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. “Just one more minute like this, and then I will be getting into the shower.” 

It’s warm in bed next to you. He’s curled up behind you, still placing kisses against your neck and brushing your hair aside as you squirm in his hold. With his arm slung over your waist, there’s not very much you can do. Maybe he’s addicted to kissing your skin. 

“I think I want to follow you around tomorrow.” You suggest hesitantly. There’s a small moment where you think he might actually say no to you, but he just nods and goes back to kissing your neck, brushing his lips down to your shoulder. 

“It’s pretty boring though. All paperwork and other things that I probably should be doing but I’ll ignore for a bit. Until I can't."

You’ve known him a bit too long, you realise. There’s a distinct lilt to his voice that tells you he’s smiling as he’s saying it, even though he’s got you facing the other way so that you can’t see him. 

“Don’t care.” A sigh leaves your lips as he gives you one more long kiss against your shoulder before pulling away. “I want to hang out with you.” 

You thread your fingers with the hand wrapped around your midriff, fiddling with them as you drift off to sleep. Wriothesley watches the silhouette of you breathing before deciding to leave you be and pull you closer to him instead. 

I think I’m afraid of losing you, he thinks. But maybe it’s still a bit too early to tell you that. 

Warning: fluff but also attempted murder

Imagine, star seeing with Wanderer in Avidya Forest, you both were on top of the mountain forests, sitting together.

Looking at the skies with dazzling eyes.

Then you push him off.

He gets pissed of course, he immediately uses his vision to fly up. And you were just sheepishly smiling at him, "Oopsies."

"Don't 'oopsies' me you wren- you..! This is the 5th time this week when you have attempted to murder me!" He snarls and tries to resist the urge to call you names.

You could just giggle, and Wanderer had a light blush, how cute, it's the same giggle that Wandy found warming!

"Sorry Wandy, it's just that your flying powers are so cool~!" You fawned, reaching out to his chest where his non-existent heart lies, yet it beats with such human emotions.

"Your structure is very interesting, I can't help it!" You defend your stand, and Wanderer could just smile, what can he say? Curiosity is one of the virtues humans possess.

Someday, you might just be the reason he has a heart.

You are the reason.

she walks in beauty.

🎀 Today is Diluc's birthday. However, instead of focusing on himself, he can't help but to fall into his usual lovesick trap of gentle obsession.

yandere! diluc ragnvidr x fem! reader.

Ever since he was a young lad, Diluc could recall every single banquet and celebration which was hosted by the Dawn Winery estate. He could still sense the smell of various colorful liquors and taste the endless sea of pastries and cakes which were served at such events, making the inner child in him smile.

However, Diluc was no longer a young child.

Ever since the passing of his father, the need to throw any grand banquets was thoroughly diminished. While yes, there were certain things he could not avoid due to societal expectations, he still made the decision to keep things to an absolute minimum.

His birthday was not one of them. At least, not by his choice.

Everyone and their mother knew what day it was today and Diluc lost count with how many birthday wishes and gifts he had received. He was a little touched with the plethora of people who wanted him nothing other than joy, but those same people quickly became a nuisance because he could not seem to be with the one he actually wanted to be with today.

And there stood Diluc, hidden in the shadowy hallway as he watched his beloved prepare for the upcoming festivities. With both his arms crossed and his left side pressed firmly against the dark wood doorframe, Diluc decided in that moment that there was nowhere else he'd rather be than here.

His red eyes watched you thoroughly like a hawk, making sure to remember the ravishing scenery before him.

As much as you disliked his gifts, you didn't have a choice but to accept them this evening. The gentle sapphire necklace hung around your neck perfectly, the fine silver glimmering gently beneath the flickering candle flames. Diluc's gaze quickly shifted to your arms as they toyed with the various strands of hair at the top of your head, carefully adjusting the matching pin he had gotten you not too long ago.

He felt his heart skip a beat once he caught a glimpse of the wedding ring on your finger, causing him to nearly lose his composure and blow his cover altogether. His own ring seemed to come alive as he felt it around his finger, seemingly pulsing with a firey need to just take you, to see the light in your eyes, to beg you to please forgive him-

Even now, he could still hear you weep, for each tear felt like a stab straight into his bleeding heart.

Please, don't lock me away, you pleaded.

"I will be with no one but you. I will give you everything you desire but please Diluc-

Do not keep me as a prisoner!"

He sighed as he fidgeted with his gloved fingers. Diluc hated himself for doing this to you, for making you so utterly miserable. He was the one who took you away, it was him who had stolen that precious smile away from you. If you had been a normal couple perhaps this evening could have been more bearable. Perhaps he could have even enjoyed it, with you by his side.

But that was not how things were going to play out.

Diluc was stuck in a Hell of his own making. Every single tear that you had shed and will shed - that was all on him. Money can buy a lot of things but your love was not one of them. A new surge of determination was born deep inside of Diluc on that night of his birthday and he finally knew what his wish was.

He wished to make amends. Perhaps he could learn to live without your love, even if the mere thought made his teeth shake in fury and heart cry out in blind sorrow.

But he needed you to know that you were loved. He needed you to know that he was going to keep you safe. He was going to love you until his very last breath and even then, he would wait for the day of your sweet forgiveness.

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Happy birthday to this wonderful man. He was my first ever husband in Genshin Impact, he deserves something extra sweet from yours truly.

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All those sorries and promises, were they just to make him feel better about himself?

Kazuha x F!reader

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"And you just allowed her to lean so close to you?! What the hell, Kazuha?" you questioned the man in front of you, who happened to be your fiance.

He averted his gaze, replying to you in a almost whisper-like tone. "Well," he reasoned, "she was leaning close while I was looking at papers, I couldn't have stopped her." His response in defense did nothing, however, to ease the situation.

"You know what she's doing, and you know how she treats me! For fucks sake, I'm your fiancee! Couldn't you at least tell her to keep her distance?" You retorted. Kazuha knew very well about how the girl in question had made you feel like shit and ridiculed you on multiple occasions. Yet, he had done nothing to stop her advances.

You knew he preferred to avoid conflict, and you were fine with that in the beginning of the relationship.

"Sorry I made you feel that way, love. I'll do my best to keep my distance from her, for you." He'd say that as he cuddled you and peppered your face with gentle kisses.

But that was the past, the apologies became less genuine day by day. I had grown tired of his lack of effort.

Kazuha frowned in frustration. "But that'd be rude. I don't want to be rude to a person who hasn't done anything harmful to me-"

Before he could continue defending himself, you slapped him on the cheek, interrupting him. How could he say such a thing, that she did nothing? Did he even consider your place as his fiancee.

"You know what? I'm done. I'm tired of always going back to you after you let me down by doing nothing. I'm tired of being the only one who's seemingly maintaining the relationship. I'm tired of having to be the one to tell you to be aware of your boundaries with other women, even though you're the fiance and should know better. I hate how you apologize and repeat your mistakes. I'm just- I'm fucking tired of this relationship, Kazuha." The frustration and anguish you managed to keep in, blew up. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Love, I'm so sorry! Please, give me another chance, I'll raise my boundaries with her-" You shifted your head towards the door, disregarding his, as usual, insignificant apology.

Taking the beautiful, diamond adorned ring off your finger, you placed it on the table separating you and your now ex-fiance. "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time. I'm won't waste my time anymore by loving you, Kazuha. Goodbye."

"Love, please wait-" before he could chase after you, the door in front of him had slammed shut. Regret came washing over him as he lost you. You, his fiancee, the love of his life that he threw into the garbage.

Kazuha placed his hand on his reddened cheek. The skin you once caressed with such tender lovingness now served as a reminder of his mistake. The ring on the table would make him regret and lament over his conflict-avoidant self for the years to come.

— "𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱!!" ♥

:feat~ xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche x gn!reader:

⤷ synopsis: ah, poor reader's crush won't notice them!! the solution? ask your guy friend to pretend to be your partner, and perhaps that'll get them jealous... except-!? ⤷ cw: fluff, highschool!au, possesive + overprotectiveness, ykyk the whole package

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"C'mon, just for one week...?"

"Have you finally gone mad?"

XIAO's words come out as more of a scoff, if anything. You can see the way that his expression forms a scowl that he's less than pleased at your suggestion. "You want me to fake date you for a week?"

Sheepish, you nod. "...Please?"

"Because you want your 'crush' to get jealous?" You don't get why he's put that in quotations, but you nod along, slightly confused. Xiao's expression only darkens, for some inexplicable reason. What, have you done something to offend him?

Desperate, you recall your last resort. "Well," you begin, voice unsteady as you try to sound as nonchalant as possible. With a shrug, you sigh. "If you're not willing, I can always find someone e-"

"I'll do it."

Ah, there was the Xiao you knew. Aloof, yes. Cold, yes. But not willing to admit he was inferior to anyone - especially when it regarded you.

So there, your plan was complete. Act like Xiao was your boyfriend, and then maybe they would finally notice you… except, why do you get the feeling that Xiao was forgetting his purpose?

It’s not anything major, not by a long shot, but you find it strange how he’s suddenly grown so clingy, as if pretending to be your partner somehow enhanced the relationship between the two of you. He walks you to every one of your classes, and insists on coming over to your house for study sessions, and while you don’t particularly dislike it, it is awkward, seeing him act so intimate even with no eyes watching.

But… this was all normal, right? He was just normalizing himself with his role, so there was nothing to concern yourself over. That’s what you chided to yourself whenever these moments occurred again and again, until one day, you accidentally brush hands with the male while trying to pass him some papers, and he practically jumps away from your touch. He doesn’t apologize afterwards, but you can see how he’s more cautious around you, sometimes catching his gaze lingering on you for far too long while a sheepish red creeps over his cheeks… and the way he glances at his own hand so gingerly is something peculiar all together.

However, none of that prepared you when the next week, the last day of the promised agreement, Xiao asks to talk to you. Alone.

“Xiao, what’s up?” He hasn’t spoken yet, and the silence is suffocating.

“Can we… not pretend any longer?”

And for a moment, everything seems to stop. Time itself halts as the only thing you can hear is your own shallow inhale and exhale. His voice cuts through the moment. “I’m tired of pretending, wanting something that isn’t mine. Something that I can never have.”

“Something… that can never be yours…?” It’s hard to speak, like something is in your throat, but you manage to.

“Yes. You.”

Ah, how could you not return his words when he gazes into your eyes with such adoration?

“...Xiao, it’s not entirely impossible.”

And the words that come out of your mouth aren’t lies, because you’ve felt the butterflies too. You wouldn’t think, a week prior, that you would’ve fallen for someone as distant as him, but the way he treated you so gently swayed your resolve. In a way, this outcome was inevitable.

Ha, but to think that Xiao, born from one of Liyue’s elite families, would confess to you like this, with such a flustered expression, eyes clouded with love? 

“Ah… then, if that’s the case, you’ll allow me this, won’t you?” 

There’s a hint of something strange in his tone, yet it’s left undeciphered as the male swiftly leans forward, one hand making its way behind you and keeping you steady as his lips meet yours. He’s pressed against you, close enough that you can feel his own heartbeats along yours, beating just as quickly. When he pulls away, one shaky hand manages to grab yours, grasp surprisingly strong.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have to kiss you again.” ♥

"...Ah? Sorry, I think I heard something different. Could you repeat that?"

You don't think KAZUHA has ever looked more perplexed as he stares at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar as he tries his best to process your words. "So you..." His voice cracks, and he coughs into his fist. "You want me to be your fake boyfriend?"

"Just for one week..." You nod at his words, feeling a little awkward at your request. It wasn't too outlandish, was it? From the way Kazuha seems completely frozen, one would assume so... but it was a simple plan, even if it didn't work, it was worth trying, right?

It takes the white haired male a whole ten seconds to respond, which is already unusual in and of itself. He nods hesitantly, “I…I suppose I could.”

It surprises you how good of an actor he is, holding your hand without a second thought, inviting you out after school, waiting for you to pack up after classes and always following you to your next… sometimes you wonder if it’s even an act at all.

His touch seems too sincere, gaze too warm… and by the third day, your crush fades. Is it too hopeful to wish for something more in your relationship with Kazuha? Was it really so shameful? He treated you too tenderly to ignore, even if it was all just pretend… you wanted it to be real.

And maybe such thoughts were given an answer when, on a whim of carelessness, a small, folded up piece of paper fell from the male’s pocket as he waved goodbye, walking out of the classroom. Curious, you retrieved the paper, figuring you could give it back to him later… but you couldn’t resist just one peek. If it was really that private, he would’ve taken greater measures in ensuring its safety, wouldn’t he?

Ah, but what was written on the paper…well, to put it simply…

It was a poem, addressed to you. Professing his love, his adoration, his infatuation.

Words you were not meant to see, but ones you witnessed.

And when he comes to pick you up after class, wearing his usual serene smile, it’s almost as if you’re seeing him for the first time.

His crimson eyes seem to glitter when he spots you amongst the crowd, his entire expression brightening as he excitedly half-runs over with a slight flush on his cheeks. “There you are!” And just like always, he latches his hand upon yours, his grip comfortably tight.

Have his hands always been so warm?

“Dove, is something wrong?” The look of concern in his eyes is almost overwhelming. Something that can’t all just be a farce.

“Sorry.” Then, amidst the bustling crowd, you lean forward and give him a light peck on the cheek, pulling away as you watch his features grow slack with shock, cheeks reddening as he lightly squeezes your hand.

“W- Oh, does this mean…” His voice has gained a hopeful edge as a smile graces his lips. “C’mon dove, you missed. Here, let me show you how…”

And then he embraces you tightly, and you can feel his bashful warmth spreading into your body as his soft lips meet yours in the mere span of seconds, engulfing you with a sense of affection that you had never felt before.

“K-Kazuha… I…” It’s hard to get words out, with how loud your heart is beating in your ears - but there’s no need to, as the male shushes you with a smile playing on his lips.

“There’s no need to explain, I already understand. Besides, I was getting tired of playing pretend all the same.” ♥

"Haha, never expected to hear those words from you..."

HEIZOU looks rather calm, which is odd, about the entire situation, laughing quietly to himself before turning to you with a rather smug expression. "What, you want me to be your 'boyfriend' for a week?"

"Mhm..." You do suppose he's likely heard of stranger requests before, given the part-time detective work he does.

"Hmm..." Even though it seems like he's already made up his mind, he still playfully puffs out his cheeks, squinting his eyes at the distance as if that'll help his decision making skills in any way. "What'd I get in return, though?"

"...Eh? Uhm..." While Heizou was one of the more eccentric people you were acquainted with, you hadn't expected that he'd ask for something in return. "...A kiss?"

You were joking, but somehow, that made the male perk up. "Sure, sounds like a fair trade to me."

Well… if he was satisfied, then all was fine, right?

Except, with the promise of a kiss in tow, why does he seem so much more… full of vigor? That wasn’t natural, was it?

It’s easy to dismiss things you don’t see, but not when it’s clearly witnessed. Every little action he did, accompanied with a smirk, would be followed with a smug little something along the lines of, “I can’t wait for the kiss,” or “Your kiss will make this all worth it~!” And even whenever he loosely held your hand, he would glance at you and make a puckering motion with his lips.

At that point, calling his actions “normal” would just be lying to yourself.

“So, how’d it go?” Heizou glances up at you with tentative emerald eyes as you near him, something in his gaze that you can’t quite describe.

“All they said was ‘congrats on finding a partner.’” You sigh, slumping as you stand next to him, sliding down the wall before sitting on the floor, knees hugged to your chest. “I think they're dating someone else… ah, how could this be? I’ve had a crush on them for years, yet…”  Another long sigh escapes your lips.

At the edge of your vision, you can see a certain male staring at you with a faint smile on his face, growing subtly wider with each word that leaves your mouth.

“Heh, seems like my love has run fresh out of fortune~!” His voice lilts, and you can hear the smirk residing in hsi tone as you flinch at the use of a petname. “Aw, it’s really too bad, isn’t it…” He’d almost look convincing if he wiped the jeering grin off his face.

“What are you…” Your voice trails off as Heizou sits on the ground next to you, mimicking your posture while placing his hand over yours.

“You promised me a kiss, didn’t you?”

Curses. That, you did.

“...Ah, were you serious about that?” You laugh awkwardly, but his expression doesn’t change.

“Were you not?” He counters instantaneously, his smug expression not budging an inch. “I never knew you were so unfaithful in keeping promises… I can’t help but feel disappointed.”

Then he pouts, eyes glimmering as he gives you the puppy eyes, albeit a little cursed. And just like that, you can feel your resolve shatter, crumpling like a piece of wet paper mache. An odd metaphor, but it seemed to fit the current predicament. With a groan of… embarrassment? Exasperation? You finally agree, grumbling, “Ah, let’s just get this over with.”

“Ready when you are~!”

Awkwardly… hesitantly, you lean forward, give him a light peck on the cheek, and retract as fast as humanly possible. Heizou only laughs at your antics, “You call that a kiss?”

“What, do you have any complaints?” You can’t help the snarky edge that makes its way into your voice.

“Perhaps a few.” The male smirks, scooching closer to you so that the two of you are uncomfortably close. “Why don’t I show you what a true kiss looks like?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer, he doesn’t have to - he just swiftly moves in, one hand on your chin as he moves your mouth onto his. You can feel the sneer against your lips as he engulfs you into one kiss, then another. It seems like an eternity before he pulls away, and when he does, your left panting, face flushed with red. 

“Hah… I-” Archons, why did he look so handsome right now? With his slightly dishiveled burgundy hair that framed his face so immaculately, the way his spring eyes glimmered with the slightest hint of mischief, and the way the corners of his mouth turned upwards with a satisfied air.

“No need to thank me for my services, but if you’d like to repay me…” He recovers quicker than you do, his smile not flickering from his face, not even once. 

“Why don’t you repay me with a date?” ♥

"Hahaha- oh. Wait, you aren't joking? Ugh, who do you take me for?"

The instant SCARAMOUCHE realizes you aren't jesting, his smile drops, and it's replaced with a look of absolute denial... or maybe it's repulsion?

Either way, he looks displeased, and his gaze towards you is one as if he's glaring at an annoyingly loud fly. Or maybe a worm, like he always likes to say to people he particularly dislikes, cursing "lowly worms" under his breath when he passes them in the hallways.

"Are you crazy? Delusional? Oh, I get it, you ate something weird." He lifts his eyebrow at you, frown deepening with every word. When he notices that you don't admit to any of them, his eyes go wide. "...You're being serious."

“Yes…?” The way he’s acting makes you nervous. “C’mon, please? Just for one week…”

“...How unfortunate… the way you’re acting so desperate is kind of disgusting… but if you insist…” Scaramouche glowers, but eventually loosens his expression. "Let's make it quick."

He's a bit of a strange boyfriend, to say the least, barely holds your hand, and when he does, it's only when people are around. He's not exactly polite in his affection either, whenever he's latched onto you, he'll stick his tongue out at anyone and all who passes by you two, giving any sort of strange look.

He may or may not tone his antics down if you ask him too, but likely not. Why should he give a shit about what you think, or what others think? He's stronger - if they want a fight, he'll give it to them.

And when your crush eventually never returns the jealousy you were wishing for, it's disappointing, to say the least, but the only words Scaramouche have to say about it are: "They didn't deserve you anyway, the fool."

...Wait, was he the one that sounded jealous, now?

Perhaps you were hearing things.

Except...

"Hey, the week's over, isn't it?" Scaramouche sounds disinterested, but the way his gaze is fixated on you says otherwise. "Our little 'dating scheme' is finally over." You note the slightest hint of remorse in his voice.

"So it is." You don't glance up at him, continuing to scroll through your homefeed.

"Does that mean we're dating for real now?"

"...What?"

He lets out a sound that's a mix between a laugh and a scoff. "You tell me."

"Aren't we, now that we aren't faking it anymore?" ♥

(a/n) oops i made heizou's part too long and scara's too short whoopsies

—drunken acts—

character(s): venti, kaeya, diluc and gorou

gn reader

summary: how they act when they’re drunk

tw/cw: drunk characters, kaeya being flirty towards reader, kaeya being very touchy, venti being loud and obnoxious, diluc being emotional, gorou being a literal puppy, a few swear words

VENTI THE BARD

♡ ooo boy, you sure have your hands full

♡ with venti, when it comes to him being drunk, he’s either aggressive and wants to fight everything and everyone who he lays his eyes on, wants to play his lyre for everyone or he’s really loud and acts like a kid having a sugar rush

♡ this time he’s acting like a kid having a sugar rush

♡ he’s yelling random stuff, talking shit about this barbatos guy he’s heard of, saying how he’d ‘beat the crap out of him’ if he ever laid eyes on him ( little does he know that he’s talking about beating himself up )

♡ proudly talks to random strangers how proud he is that you’re his s/o

“this is my s/o, they’re amazing and I love them to bits! btw, did you know that they are not single? don’t even think about trying to ask them out, they’re way too good for you, you no good piece of shit”

♡ eventually, he falls asleep on the table. yes, you have to carry him all the way home. don’t worry though, he seems really light to carry

♡ don’t tell him about what happened in the morning, because he has a hang over and he doesn’t remember anything that happened, don’t embarrass him or he will most likely cry due to his hang over :(

KAEYA, THE CAVALRY CAPTAIN

♡ he’s a flirty drunk, also gets kinda touchy ig

♡ he thinks that you’re single at first, doesn’t realise you’re dating him, when you tell him you already have a boyfriend when he asks you out, he gets all pouty

♡ man pulls you onto his lap, resting his head into the crook of your neck, which is very ticklish, you can’t help but giggle

♡ doesn’t realise you’re giggling because his breath hitting against your neck tickles, he thinks you’re giggling because you lied to him about already having a boyfriend

“you little minx! how dare you claim that you already have a lover, I can see through your lies. now, let me claim what’s mine, future spouse”

♡ you have to help him walk home, which isn’t easy, he’s not the lightest guy out there. he is very wobbly on his feet when drunk, you low key want to take a picture or a video, you can’t tho because you’d probably end up breaking your phone

♡ in the morning he has to take a day off, because unsurprisingly he’s hung over. he just wants you to cuddle him for most of the day, maybe even get him his breakfast. low key takes advantage of the fact that he’s hung over

DILUC THE BARTENDER

♡ diluc is an emotional drunk at heart, he’s going to be extremely vulnerable and sensitive, please take care of him

♡ he’s going to rant about his father and brother, about how stressful it is to deal with drunk bastards daily

♡ hug him and he’s going to cry so much, it’ll be as if he’s a fountain

♡ just wants someone to talk to about anything that comes to his mind, and you’re the best person for that, because there’s nothing to really hide from you since you’re his s/o

“I’m just sick and tired of being held responsible for everything, I just want to rest for at least a day or two, is that seriously too much to ask for?”

♡ eventually ends up falling asleep, don’t bother waking him up, just close the winery and find a way to get him home

♡ the next morning you tell him that he is going to take a couple of days off, and that jean is working at the winery whilst he rests, spend as much quality time together as possible

GOROU, DOGGY GENERAL OF THE ARMY

♡ he’s a sleepy drunk, also very clingy and affectionate

♡ when he’s sober, he’s quite affectionate and clingy, due to his dog genes, but they increase tenfold when he’s drunk

♡ he will also follow you around if you leave him. going to the bathroom? he’s coming along, he’ll wait outside. going to get some food? he’s tagging along. getting a re-fill? sign him up!

♡ asks you if he can hold your hand across the table, if you say yes, his tail’s going to be thumping so fast that you think it’s going to fly off sometime soon

“(name), can I please hold your hand? really?! thank you!!! I love you so much, you mean the world to me!” he exclaims as his tail thumps aggressively against the chair he’s sat in

♡ carry him bridal style home pls, it’ll be the most comfortable way to carry him back for the both of you, since he’ll most likely doze to sleep, his face nuzzling against your chest, ears twitching and tail wagging

♡ don’t be surprised if he paws at you in the morning, whining about how painful his hang over is, he’ll have to take the day off today, good thing is you can spend some time with him!

—drunken mishaps—

character(s): xiao

request: heyo 👁👁 can I request Xiao taking care of drunk reader but they are so drunk that they don't recognise Xiao and are just rambling like "Mister I have the sweetest lover ever! His name is Xiao and he is so handsome and cute and I'm so in love with him!" by @fatuifucker

tw/cw: drunk reader (if there’re more lmk!)

XIAO, CONQUERER OF DEMONS

♡ you decided that it was a good idea to head to mondstadt and drink some of the well known dandelion wine, you didn’t expect to get drunk out of your mind, but one glass turned into two, and so on

♡ when you stumbled out of angel’s share, you slurred out your lovers name. xiao didn’t expect for you to be drunk, he thought that you got ambushed by hilichurls and couldn’t handle them all by yourself

♡ sighing, xiao walked up to you to pick you up bridal style, only to be stopped by you placing your hands on his chest, which low key flustered him, you then proceeded to say something that made him extremely flustered

“mister... I have the sweetest lover ever! his name is xiao and he is so handsome and cute and I’m so in love with him. he deserves the world, I would die for him!”

♡ xiao turned away from you so that you wouldn’t get a chance to see his tomato red face. sober or not, xiao didn’t want you seeing his flustered face, he was an adeptus for crying out loud!

♡ once xiao managed to calm down and de fluster himself, he turned back around and quickly picked you up then teleported you both back to wangshu inn. he placed you down on your shared bed (even though he doesn’t have to sleep) and turned around to leave, only for you to grip onto his hand, giving him puppy dog eyes

♡ he decided to comply to your begging, so that you wouldn’t become restless, and so that he could receive hugs and maybe some kisses, he placed your head onto his chest so that you could go to sleep which the help of his steady heartbeat. once he was sure you were knocked out, he placed a small kiss onto your forehead, humming in content

Genshin Masterlist

Miscellaneous

calling him a petname for the first time (kazuha, zhongli, kaveh, and scaramouche)

roommates (alhaitham, kaveh, kazuha, lyney, scaramouche, and xiao)

"nooo, i have a husband..." (xiao, childe, and alhaitham)

how can you tell? (of how easily i fall at your feet.) (neuvillette, wriothesley, and lyney)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Mondstadt

↳ To be listed...

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Liyue

♡︎ Zhongli ♡︎

calling him a petname for the first time

Zhongli wants you to go to bed early, you're a night owl

Zhongli wants you to wake up early, you're a late riser

♡︎ Xiao ♡︎

roommates

modern!au Xiao

"nooo, i have a husband..."

There's a light that never goes out (bff!xiao)

♡︎ Childe ♡︎

"nooo, i have a husband..."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Inazuma

♡︎ Kazuha ♡︎

calling him a petname for the first time

roommates

boyfriend!kazuha

♡︎ Scaramouche ♡︎

calling him a petname for the first time

roommates

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Sumeru

♡︎ Tighnari ♡︎

botany for dummies

♡︎ Kaveh ♡︎

calling him a petname for the first time

roommates

♡︎ Alhaitham ♡︎

roommates

"nooo, i have a husband..."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Fontaine

♡︎ Neuvillette ♡︎

how can you tell? (of how easily i fall at your feet.)

♡︎ Wriothesley ♡︎

wriothesley likes stealing kisses from you.

napping with wriothesley

wriothesley who is an acts of service person

allow me

how can you tell? (of how easily i fall at your feet.)

♡︎ Lyney ♡︎

roommates

how can you tell? (of how easily i fall at your feet.)

Morning Breeze

— [˚ʚ♡ɞ˚] Kazhua x black fem!reader

❥ [genre]➼ fluff

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The morning light filters in through sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold. For most people, it’s the promise of a new day, but for you, it means a battle with the alarm clock—and a likely defeat. Despite your best intentions, morning classes have always felt like a conspiracy against your natural sleep pattern.

Today, though, the air shifts gently, filled with the subtle scent of jasmine and green tea. There’s a lightness, a soft disruption—Kazuha.

“You should be up, or you’ll be late again,” his voice floats to you, melodious and calm. Not for the first time, you think how living with Kazuha is like cohabiting with a particularly considerate breeze. He moves through life gracefully, disturbing nothing and no one, yet somehow manages to set everything right.

“Five more minutes,” you mutter, the words muffled by your pillow. You hear a soft chuckle in response.

“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”

The bed dips slightly as he sits down beside you, the mattress barely protesting under his slight frame. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you awake. Resigning yourself to the inevitable, you finally sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Kazuha smiles at you, his eyes crinkling in amusement. His hair is tied back loosely, a few stray strands framing his face beautifully.

“Breakfast is ready. And I’ve laid out your clothes for the day. You should hurry.”

You groan softly but get up, trudging towards the bathroom. By the time you come out, feeling somewhat more human, you find a simple breakfast laid out on the small dining table. Kazuha, in his typical fashion, has prepared a healthy but delicious meal. Avocado on toast with a perfectly poached egg on top, and a cup of green tea steaming beside the plate.

“Thanks, Kazuha,” you say, genuinely grateful. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He gives you a soft smile, then goes back to his book. You eat quickly, mindful of the ticking clock.

As you head back to your room to dress, you find the outfit he picked out for you: a comfy black sweater and high-waisted jeans, paired with your favorite sneakers. It’s simple but exactly what you feel like wearing.

“Kazuha, do you have some sort of psychic powers when it comes to my wardrobe?” you tease as you pull on the sweater. He looks up from his book, a glint of humor in his gaze.

“Just observant,” he replies. “And perhaps a bit lucky in guessing your mood.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you grab your bag and check its contents. Laptop, notebook, a couple of textbooks, pens, and—oops, almost forgot your phone charger. You toss it in, then zip the bag shut.

“Do I look okay?” you ask, turning to him. It’s a half-joke; Kazuha has never led you astray with his choices.

“You look perfect,” he assures you, and you know he means it. Kazuha isn’t one to speak just for the sake of filling silence. His words are always deliberate, meaningful.

Before you leave, he hands you a bento box. “Lunch,” he explains. “I know you have back-to-back classes till the afternoon.”

You smile, touched by his thoughtfulness. “You’re the best roommate ever, you know that?”

“I just don’t want you starving,” he says, but his eyes are warm.

You head out, but not before he calls after you, “Don’t forget your presentation today!”

Right. The presentation. How could you forget?

As you walk to campus, your mind runs through the points you need to cover. You’re nervous, but the breakfast and the knowledge that you’re well-prepared (thanks to countless practice sessions with Kazuha) soothe your nerves.

Your phone buzzes with a text from him just as you reach the building. Breathe. You’ll do great.

And somehow, you believe it. With Kazuha’s support, it feels like even the wind is at your back.

The presentation goes better than you expected. When you finally return to your apartment, you’re greeted by the comforting smell of something sweet baking and the soft strumming of a guitar. Kazuha is in the kitchen, and there’s a gentle melody floating from the living room.

“How did it go?” he asks, looking up as you drop your bag by the door.

“Better than I expected,” you reply, a grin breaking across your face. “I think I actually impressed them.”

“I knew you would.” He turns off the oven and pulls out a tray of chocolate chip cookies, his specialty.

You flop down on the couch, picking up his guitar. “Teach me something,” you request. “Something celebratory.”

He laughs, joining you on the couch, and takes the guitar. His fingers move deftly over the strings, showing you chord by chord. Music fills the space between you, a simple joy that wraps around your heart like a warm hug.

“You’re a good teacher,” you tell him after a few minutes, though your version sounds nothing like his.

“I have an excellent student,” he counters, and you stick out your tongue at him.

The evening fades into night, filled with music and laughter. And as you finally turn in, ready for another battle with the alarm tomorrow, you feel a profound gratitude. Kazuha has turned everyday moments into cherished memories, the mundane into something magical. 

Living with him isn’t just easy—it’s a gift, like finding calm in the chaos of your everyday college life. And as you drift off to sleep, you realize that this is what it means to be home. Not just a place, but a feeling—one that, thanks to him, you carry in your heart.

DAY 28 — BODYGUARD AU

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

a/n. this can be seen as a continuation of my previous bodyguard au fic with wriothesley, make sure to check it out as well if you're interested, anyways, enjoy loves!

𖧡 — including — wriothesley

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, bodyguard au, a little mean wriothesley & very teasing wriothesley, fingering & against the wall, some dirty talk and ugh he's a little asshole honestly

bodyguard wriothesley was watching you, always watching you throughout the day, leisurely, and your heart suddenly skips a beat when he calls you, "princess," again, your breathing turning shallow as his broad body stands before you, slowly pressing you against the cold stonewall in the middle of the night— and it doesn't matter on how many times he would take the opportunity to tease you, he will always pull the same, coarse reactions out from your body and mind.

without dissembling, it excites you, a liquid hotness coursing through your pumping veins and leaving tingles all over your spine when he first cradles your cheek. his nostrils flaring as he focuses on your silent pleas— spotlights the pout on your pretty face and your teeth digging into your bottom lip as he lifts your head by your chin, his eyes searing through you.

bodyguard wriothesley who chuckles lowly, his lidded eyes as deep and dark as the ocean itself, "what's wrong, boss?" he teases, his grip holding you firmly against the wall as one hand slowly travelled south before looping his digits under your skirt until resting right above the waistband of your panties. "don't tell me you're actually nervous?" he whispers, almost cruelly and it drives you insane, the moment he says it, the moment he cups in between your legs and feel how you've already messed up your underwear.

"i'm not nervous," you rasp back and feel how your blood rises, "and i'm not paying you for this, you know,"

he chuckles wetly, "not paying me for this, yeah?" his breath tickling your ear.

by now, your nipples have hardened and sticked through the thin material of your dress, and of course, he had noticed it, salivated at the sight because he watched you, he has always watched you— you're so pretty it makes his head spin, and even though you could be mean, a little brat to be exact, as your bodyguard he has to endure it because later on, he will always have the chance to pay you back.

bodyguard wriothesley who drags one finger over your wet folds before circling it across the little pearl hidden in between the flesh, smiling viciously as you rest your head against his broad and strong chest then moan out, his onslaught of touches proving to be comforting on the reactive, thin skin on your core. he presses into you now, solely focused on that pressure between your thighs when you swallow him inside, breathing heavily into his clothed body.

"well, look at you," wriothesley smiles, his gesturing mocking as he cocks a brow, "who knew my boss was so desperate, so wet and so willing to—"

"shut up!" you mewl back angrily, then whine when he pumps a second finger in, faster and harder in and out of your tight hole clamping down on his digits.

your legs shake and twitch, and you notice how your slickness had not only covered his entire hand, but began to run and gather over the insides of your thighs— you're trembling, the small winces like music to his eager ears as bodyguard wriothesley continues to send violent tremors all over the expanse of your wet sex, the soft flesh of your walls sucking him in until he was knuckles deep pumping in and out, in and out, his facial expression vicious and alluring all in the same breath.

bodyguard wriothesley who likes when you're breathing heavily due to his sweet ministrations on your wet pussy, your body pitching forward as your hips desperately ride his fingers to catch your buzzing pleasure by the root, so you could cum and feel satiated all over again.

your hands becoming clammy as you cling yourself against him, your erotic puffs of air rolling from your tongue all the way to his smooth lips being just a hairbreadth away.

a loud, cruel laugh buzzes over your pouted lips when he laps the flat of his tongue inside your mouth before circling his pink muscle over your own, never letting go of the strong and deep thrusts into your pussy rolling over his digits so fucking heavenly that the obvious growing pain in his groin was not as bad as it actually was— now, your vision was blurred and a heavy weight of pressure gathers on your throbbing cunt, it's just so hot when he touches you, so disgustingly hot and you love it dearly.

"come on, princess," he whispers, "cum for me, i'll protect you," and your teeth were knocking against his as it's more tongue than actual making out taking place as you whine out strongly at the tingling vibrations being instantly set free— your belly tight as bodyguard wriothesley easily overpowers you with two long, thick fingers splitting you in half, his hand unforgivingly thrusting up into your heat as you violently cum all over him without warning, eyes rolled back and drool running from the corners of your mouth when he coaxes a strong orgasm out of your trembling frame.

your complete figure melts forward and rests against his chest as he wraps one hand around your waist to allow your frail body to sink against his entirely.

"good.. very good," wriothesley coos proudly at you, still tracing slow shapes all over your swollen walls as he pumps into them ever so slightly, catching on to your little whimpers and sniffles— he grins, of course he did, a mocking smile lingering on his glowing face as he slants his lips towards the shell of your ear,

"now it's your turn, boss."

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

《Forbidden game》

[Genshin Gorou, R18]

Pairing: Femboy!Gorou x Fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You and Gorou have discovered a kind of 'forbidden game'. A game where he dresses up like a girl. And gets pampered.

"Y/n...you've really acquired some weird taste while you were away."

"Ah, won't you please, Gorou?"

"Uuu...But..."

"Just a little bit would be enough."

"I promise. This is the last time."

"Uuu..."

"How...do I look...?"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOOOOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUTEEEEE ♡ AAHH ♡♡♡♡"

"You're an absolute angel~ ♡ I can't believe such a cute person exists on Watasumi Island~ "

"Haaaaah~ I just wanna eat you up~ ♡ Oh, just what should I do? ♡"

"You're so cute that there's no way I can keep my sanity~"

"How can you be soooo adorable?! ♡♡"

"So, Gorou, please ♡"

"Can we do......that today as well...?"

*Gorou pouts*

"That's not fair."

"You know I can never say no to you, Y/n..."

*You kiss him from his back*

"Mnnh...♡"

"Huu...♡ Mnnnnh......♡"

"Mnnm...♡♡"

*You maneuver your hand to his cock*

"Hehe, just a little kissy made your cock get so big in your girl undies."

"Iyaah...Aaah...Aaah!?"

*Your finger rub his tip in a circular motion*

"Uwaah"

"Gorou is really such a bad child..."

"Super supper cuuuuute Gorou's cock. ♡"

"I'll use my mouth to give your tip some more strokey strokies. ♡"

*You gobble up his cock in an instant*

"Iyaah..."

"Aah...Aah~"

"Aah~ Aah~ Aah~"

"Hehe, Gorou, even your voice is becoming like a girl's."

"Mnnh..."

"Your agonised expression is really sexy...so cute...♡"

"Mnnnnh~"

"It's okay. Go pssh pssh and shoot your girly milk deep inside my throat. ♡"

"Iyaah~ Aah"

"Aah..."

"Aauuu~"

"I'm about to shoot...I'm about to shoot!"

"Mnnm~"

"Mnnnnh~~ Uuuu~ Mnnnnnnnnn~~"

As Gorou cummed inside your mouth, he recalled the previous small happenings.

After you saw how he looked in a girl's uniform for the first time, the colour of your eyes literally changed. That day, he was milked until he lost consciousness.

From that day on, you begged him repeatedly everyday to wear all types of clothing and make love with you. Wearing matching cute, Inazuma-styled evening gowns. Sometimes he was doted on until his brain was about to melt into jelly.

"Iyaah...Aah. That place is...really dirty......Aahn......♡"

"Don't put your tongue in...♡"

He trembled in pleasure, suddenly remembering the moment when he sticked his butt out for you to play with. Sometimes you would mercilessly attack him without stopping, until his body was about to turn into malleable clay.

"Today you have to shoot cum to your heart's content like the girl you are. ♡"

"Let's rub against your little pee pee hole as well. ♡"

"Won't you let me hear more of your cute and sexy sounds? ♡"

"Uwaah...Y/n...Y/n..."

"Hehe, so obedient. Such a good child."

"Bad child. Gorou's such a bad child."

"So much fluid spilling out. Gorou you pervert. ♡"

"Gorou masturbating like a girl. ♡ It's really cute."

"Gorou ♡ Gorou ♡ I love it. ♡"

"Y/n~ Y/n~ Faster...Faster please..."

"I'm begging you..."

"Here, Gorou, can you feel it? ♡"

"The entrance to my womb is playing kissy kissy with Gorou's cute cock. ♡"

"It seems like it's begging Gorou to quickly go pssh pssh and shoot lots and lots of cum out. ♡"

As these days passed...his conversations with you have become more and more erotic. Both of you demonstrating your increasing love for each other in bed. He smiled as he looked forward to his future with you.

《Kaeya's pleasure》

[Genshin Kaeya, R18]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Kaeya x Sub fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Kaeya's pleasure is you.

"Y/n gets wet faster than before."

"I'm glad that you are getting used to it."

"Don't say that out loud...!"

"Furthermore..."

"Is it really necessary to do this with me watching...?"

"Of course."

"I need to get this spot more used to me."

*Kaeya licks your pussy*

"Hyaa"

"I didn't go too deep, did I?"

"Kyaa"

"St-Stop..."

"How can you lick that sort of place...?"

"This spot should be treated like this."

"Being licked repeatedly,"

"being sucked,"

"being taken care of."

*Kaeya fingers you*

"Ah"

(Whenever I try to move my hips, his tongue will slide through...and it feels so good...)

"Mm...this is great."

"It's easier for me when you sit still."

"Ah, wait..."

"No. ♡"

"Nn ♡"

"Schlurp"

"Ah ♡"

"Ah~~~ ♡"

"Aahh ♡"

"Hehe Y/n..."

"I only slid my fingers in, yet your body can't stop shaking."

"This looks good enough..."

"Y/n, come up onto my lap."

"How about just riding on me like this?"

"No way! I can't do that!"

"Well, I guess I'll take the lead today."

*Kaeya grabs you by the hips and slides his cock in your pussy slowly*

"Ah..."

"Aah..."

"Ka-Kaeya..."

(I have no idea on what to do next. I'm scared...)

Sensing your fear, Kaeya pulls your face closer to his and plants gentle kiss on your lips. His tongue keeps rolling and sucking, as if he's about to devour you.

"Hehe, I'm completely inside of you now."

"Can I move...?"

"S-"

"Slowly..."

"Can we do it slowly...?"

"Hmm...That was a good line just now..."

"KAEYA!!"

"Hehe, sorry. You said that line so sexily I can't help it."

"How is it, Y/n?"

"Is this okay?"

"Yes. It's okay..."

"I'm going to move a little faster now..."

Kaeya rammed his hips into yours, his tip hitting your g-spot nicely, earning a needy moan from your lips.

"Hyaa...♡"

"Kaeya, it's...a little..."

"Haa"

"Does it hurt?"

"N-No, it doesn't."

(Rather, he's thrusting so hard inside...my brain is getting all fuzzy.)

"Haa"

"Y/n, remember this sensation clearly."

"Feel it properly inside of you."

"This is..."

"what happens when a man reaches his climax!"

*splurt*

"Ah...Ah..."

"Ha"

"Haa"

(Kaeya's...is so warm...He shot out so much...)

"Hehe I can still feel my cock twitching inside you."

《Embers of Longing》

[Genshin Diluc, Fluff Drabbles]

Pairing: Diluc x Gn!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Diluc seeks solace in the imaginary embrace of y/n, the one person who can unravel his stoic exterior.

The darkened room in Dawn Winery was illuminated only by the soft glow of flickering candlelight. Diluc, usually stoic and reserved, found himself seeking solace in the comforting embrace of a y/n body pillow. The flames of his vision may have been extinguished, but the embers of longing still burned within him.

As he held the pillow close, he imagined the gentle touch and soothing voice of y/n, the one person who could break through the walls he had built around his heart. In the quiet of the night, Diluc found solace in the illusion, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability that only the softness of the pillow could provide.

For a fleeting moment, the weight of responsibilities lifted, and in the warmth of the imaginary embrace, Diluc allowed himself to feel the connection he so desperately craved.