Fantasy, Fantasy~

fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

Tags: smut | suggestive | age gap | implied breeding kink | bullying | mirror sex | degradation | public sex | kitsune reader in scara's part

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

꒰ ☆ : seeing you in a wedding dress (modern)

꒰ ★ : fem!reader — wc. 1.3k — do reblog !

shikanoin heizou [鹿野院 平蔵]

ah, weddings… the union between two individual to journey through the remainder of their lives facing every high and low, and in sickness and in health together side by side. the silver band slithered around your finger acts as the ultimate symbol of love and companionship. unfortunately, majority seem to forget how stressful it is behind the scenes. although well-known due to the many bridezilla jokes made over the years, it was never taken seriously.

heizou was grateful your best friend and her fiancée had yet to succumb to the pressure when they begged for your help in tending to their wedding plans. it is one of your many duties as her maid of honor. she did a superb job at keeping her emotions at bay; however, if he squints hard enough, he could spot her eye twitch when the dress shop clerk tried to recommend other dresses while they wait for you.

he didn’t know if this was a part of the process but he didn’t bother to question it when she decided to shove you inside the dressing room, insisting you try on the bridal gown you were evidently admiring. as they sat there, she not so subtly circles around the question of when he intends on tying the knot with you.

it felt like he was under police interrogation with the slew of questions she threw at him.

was this what his suspects felt when he grilled them for any answers? he thought, as your best friend proceeds to shake him for more information about your relationship and if he’s got plans to take it to the next level.

“uh… guys?”

it was as if time itself slowed down when you shyly step out wearing the white garment. everything and everyone seems to fade into the background as his olive eyes traces your figure. you were… bewitching to take in. heart pounds in his chest while his cheeks flush red. he couldn’t find it in him to speak. the words dried up in his mouth the moment he cast his sight on you.

it was like falling in love with you for the first time again.

it was like he went back in time and he was that starry-eyed and bushy-tailed college kid who was struck with the grand epiphany that the funny, warm feeling he felt whenever you graced him with your company was love. his palms begin to sweat and he lets out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding.

i can’t believe you’re mine, he internally sighs, as the tips of his ears turn a deep pink.

“oh, my goodness!” your best friend squeals, and nears you you to wrap your arm around hers. she faces you towards the mirror to see your reflection. despite being stressed out by her schedule today, a wave of emotions wash over her as it sinks that she was about to enter a new chapter of her life with you.

wiping the tears off the corner of her eyes, she shows you a toothy grin. “look at you! look at us!”

she glances at heizou to see his reaction on you wearing the bridal dress, might even tease him to say something, anything! for a chatterbox, he surprisingly kept silent for the past minute. no one heard a peep out of him. she soon finds out when she spies how fondly he drinks in your image from his seat. she’d have to be blind or in denial to ignore the way too obvious look for adoration on his face.

she can’t help but silently wish that you catch her bouquet at the wedding reception.

“god, you left him speechless!” she wiggles her brows. your hands immediately cover your face. you want to dismiss her juvenile taunts, howbeit, when you peeked through your fingers, you were stunned to see she wasn’t exaggerating at all.

the lone thought swimming in heizou’s mind on a loop right was “i’m gonna marry her some day…” and he had a stupid, lovesick smile to match it too.

kunikuzushi [scaramouche]

“and what the hell are you doing?!”

suffice to say, you’re a hopeless romantic at heart. growing up, you read through stacks on top of stacks of fairytales to pass time—each one held near and dear to you. its tellings of ‘happily ever after’s mesmerized you. you had your head in the clouds as you fantasize about meeting your ‘one true love’ who’d take your hand and whisk you away to your own happy ending.

and you did… sort of?

you found your handsome prince charming, though, he was less than kind and grouchier than the grinch himself. while he hasn’t carried you off into the sunset to spend your both of your lives in unadulterated domestic bliss, you were very hopeful to say it was a work in progress.

he loves you.

and you know deep down that he’d do anything for you and your happiness. therefore, you had a big chance of swaying his current perspective on marriage and weddings.

again, he loves you.

if he wanted to make you his bride, he would’ve done it at a moment’s notice. he couldn’t understand for the life of him why you’d want to rush your relationship. your clear fixation on marriage annoyed him to no end. to him, you already have good thing going on, why ruin it? you knew you were it for each other, what was the point of planning a gaudy, and unreasonably expensive, ceremony?

it’ll do nothing but leave you swimming in loans! now that’s for sure!

still, it didn’t stop you from dreaming or talking about it day in and day out. and without a fail, you’d get a glare or a loud scoff from him. but did that ever stop you? of course not. whether he wanted to deal with it or not, you spiraled down into your wedding fever, which only worsens thanks to your cousin recently announcing his engagement.

life just loves to get on his nerves, no?

you didn’t hesitate to offer your assistance when you heard his best man was unavailable. while you were able to evade your boyfriend’s suspicions during the days leading up, you should’ve known better because, unbeknownst to you, your cousin invited him to have dinner with both of you and alas, it led him to arrive at the most inopportune time.

“i can explain!”

you ramble excuse after excuse, however, none of it reaches his ears. it puzzled you to see him silent for once. normally, he wouldn’t waste a second later to—gently—scold you for your latest shenanigan. instead he stands dumbfounded, as his eyes roam over your figure. how does he respond to this exactly?

you were dressed in a… bridal gown? the nth one within the hour whereas your cousin checks his chosen selection from the other side of the store with the clerk’s aid.

“now i know i promised that i wouldn’t do anything wedding related or talk about it; and i know that you’re probably mad at me right now, so why don’t you go on ahead and get it over with?” your eyes squeeze shut, almost bracing yourself for impact.

it didn’t come.

to your surprise, your boyfriend stutters a weak, “y-you’re… you’re beautiful,” before facing the ground, away from your prying gaze.

“oh, my gosh…” you gasp, “you like me in a wedding dress… which means that we’re gonna get married one day… which means i can finally talk about it without you getting grumpy with me!” falling into one of your many musings about your dream wedding.

kunikuzushi grunts in reply before he struts over to you and hauls you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. he plops your body behind the dressing stall then closes the curtains mid-conversation. out of sight, out of mind, right?

Truelove of Dawn

Summary: You’re trying to catch Crystalflies at Dawn Winery as Diluc watches. 

Warning(s): None! 

Pairing(s): Diluc Ragnvindr x GN!Reader

Word count: 840 

A/N: I think its trash that Diluc doesn’t exist and he’s not my lover. I also think its trash i have to come up with my own writing ideas omfg. Anyways this is short and just a random idea i had. Sumn short and sweet, enjoy!

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𝟝 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 (𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟙 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Aether, Dom!GN!Reader, Special Guests: Venti, Jean,

Cw: Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, vampire!reader, ass eating(character), jealous Aether, possessiveness (from both sides at some point), very unhealthy behavior, self-injuries (you need blood to coax a sexy vampire into drinking from you after all), Objectification (not stated directly, Aether is basically a glorified blood bag), dumbification(character), biting kink (reader –> Aether), bleeding is used as foreplay, aphrodisiac usage (because vampire saliva), this has a lot of exposition before we get to the dirty I'm so sorry I am a sucker for sexual tension.

Post type: 5+1 format

Word Count: tbd

Mumbles: Daydreaming about drinking a cute boy's blood rn so I'm sorry Aether, you're my canvas for today. Came up with vampire etiquette after daydreaming in the middle of a car ride and it has been engraved in my mind ever since. Can you tell when I get hornier or was it not obvious enough?

Step 1–Offer them animals to drink from (while trying to outdo your competition)

Aether was strolling down the streets of Mondstadt, a dead boar being dragged around as he kept trying to find you. The sight was a little weird, the Honorary Knight carrying around a dead boar while looking everywhere for something. That 'something' was you, a vampire Aether had befriended while traveling Teyvat. You had disclosed to Aether how you were a vampire and how troubling it was looking for food. Most of the available food usually fought back and you had not eaten for a while, your strength wasn't what it used to be. You could still put up a fight, but you didn't have the stamina to chase after an animal that could still fight. You could drink human blood, but (as you explained to Aether), human blood was a luxury that vampires couldn't have repeatedly. Aether wanted you to expand on the topic, but all he got as an explanation before you drifted off to your version of sleep was something about the effects of human blood on a vampire and how strained the human-vampire relationship was because of this.

He found you talking to Venti, a sense of urgency pushing him to you even quicker than before. You were always friendly with Venti, maybe a bit too friendly. According to Aether, at least. Venti was one of the first people you told about being a vampire and, from that day on, he would always hunt down animals for you to drink from. You only came to him when you needed though, if he hunted down animals too frequently when you were around, people might suspect something. Still, this did little to lower Aether's growing jealousy. Why did it have to be the bard all the time? He was more than capable of hunting stuff down for you as well! He would even go as far as offering you his own blood, but you always went to Venti for food. It was not fair!

His grip on the boar tightened a bit, his eyes narrowing at the bard as he approached. He saw Venti getting closer to you, dangerously close. At this distance, you could probably smell his blood as clear as day. Venti was clearly tempting you, there was no other reason for him to be so close to you. Aether had to do something quickly, or your hunger would get the best of you. There's no way you would want to drink that drunkard's blood when his blood would taste so much better!

He called out your name, trying to mask the intense jealousy he was feeling at the moment. He felt himself falter when he had your gaze on him, you always made him feel so tiny compared to you. Your gaze by nature was predatory, but your gaze right now as you were eyeing the bleeding boar was even more animalistic. You were clearly starving, if the way you licked your lips and the way your eyes didn't leave the boar were any indicators. Venti also eyed the boar, impressed at how shamelessly the traveler was dragging it around Mondstadt.

–H-hey [Name]! I was out hunting and I remembered how you said you needed more food so I got this boar for you! It should last you a few weeks.

You were salivating as you thanked him and grabbed the boar out of his hands. Luckily for you, the area you were in was now deserted–probably because of the stench of dead boar surrounding the area–so you could safely drink from it. You drained the animal of all the blood it had to give, tearing it apart like a ragdoll. Venti stood there beside you, laughing at how hungry you were and remarking that he'd have to hunt something bigger for you next time. Aether butted in, suggesting that you could accompany him in his travels since you were more likely to find bigger prey scattered across Teyvat. Venti wanted to refuse, he was doing this because he was your friend and neither you nor him were inconvenienced by it so Aether didn't have to take on the extra work, but the way Aether was staring at him made him a bit uneasy. He felt it was better to not intervene, something told him it was better for his health if he didn't.

Once you had finished your meal and disposed of the remaining corpse, you answered Aether's proposal with an affirmation. You explained how you were leaving Mondstadt for a while because you felt that the people were suspicious of your mortal status. You were just discussing it with Venti, actually, and both of you agreed that it was best you left while the suspicions died down. Aether listened along, trying to contain his excitement at the idea that you would spend more time with him. This meant more opportunities for him to get close to you, more opportunities for you to drink his blood. There he went again, fantasizing of you using him as you personal blood bank. If he weren't in front of people he would be salivating at the thought.

Bidding goodbye to Venti, you made your way to your place of residence with Aether by your side. You chatted along the way, thanking him again for such a delicious meal. Aether swore you were eyeing him down as you said that, maybe you were referring to him instead of the boar. Oh dear, you must be able to smell his lust by now. Arriving at your house, you let Aether sleep there with you. It was getting late and it would be so rude to send him back to where he was settled after he had treated you to such a meal.

Settling down on your couch, Aether got comfortable as you bid him goodnight and went to your room. Vampires had a different definition of sleep, so the accommodations you prepared for Aether and Aether alone made his heart burst. You were going the extra mile just to make him comfortable, even if you could just drink his blood and kill him right here. He must be so special to you, it made him delirious just thinking about it.

The weight of hunting and carrying the bull was getting to him, his muscles feeling heavier by the second. Closing his eyes, it wasn't long before he drifted off.

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Step 2–Make sure to look as appetizing as possible (bonus points if you emphasize the neck or thighs)

–A-ah~D-drink as m-much as you'd like, I'm–ngh~ a-all yours!

Aether felt the grip you had on his waist, pulling him closer to you. You were currently drinking from his neck, drinking like you had been starved for weeks. You stopped for a bit to let him rest, kissing the are you had just bit and licking away any of the excess blood that was dripping from the bite marks. You asked if he was okay, tracing your fingers over the wound gently while focusing your eyes on him.

He assured you he was, he was more than okay in fact. Still drunk on that last bite, he positioned his hand behind your head and was pushing towards his neck. The indications were clear, but you stopped him before he could continue.

–If you'd allow me, there's another place I'd like to drink from

His face flushed with all the possibilities he thought of. He had to answer quickly though, you were getting hungry again and would soon just default to ravaging him. He responded to you with a "go ahead", hands returning to their original place on his lap as he awaited your next moves. The look in your eyes was more predatory than ever, clearly betraying your intentions as you firmly grabbed his thighs and spread them apart. Aether was incredibly flustered now, hiding his face in his hands as he processed the situation.

You began kissing around his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, feeling around for something. The smell of Aether's blood at the moment was intoxicating and he could feel it. When you had finally found the spot, you began mouthing at it and leaving a lot of open mouth kisses. Slowly, you licked the place and kissed it tenderly one more time. You gave him a warning to stay still and opened your mouth, fangs nicely decorated by your salivas as you lowered them onto Aether's thigh. You were closing in on his thigh, fangs dangerously close to penetrating the skin when…

–Aether!

Aether woke up with a bang, heart almost jumping out of his chest as he tried to regain his senses. Once he finally caught on to his surroundings, he wished the earth would swallow him whole. Did he seriously have a wet dream about you, when you were a couple rooms away? Speaking of you, did you sense it? Could you sense it? Aether prayed you couldn't as he got up and quickly changed his clothes, thankful for the extra pieces of clothing he had mistakenly left in his inventory.

–Aether, are you there?

Curse your calling for him, why did it had to interrupt his precious wet dreams? Trying to look like a man who did not just have a wet dream about the person giving him housing, Aether made his way over to where your voice was coming from. You were carefully setting down a plate of delicious looking food on your table, making sure to also place down a drink. You didn't get much practice cooking human foods, but the aroma and presentation of the breakfast you set down on the table were testaments to your determination, patience, and hard-work. If he weren't pre-occupied with trying to compose his post-wet dream self, he would be absolutely love struck.

–Good morning! Um, what's all this for?

–It's been quite a while since I've had a human guest over, so I tried my best to accommodate to your needs as much as possible. I'm not the best with cooking human food, but I have picked up a thing or two from my visits to the lands of Teyvat. It might not be the best but it should still be edible.

His rationality was telling him to thank you for your thoughtfulness, but his more emotive side was already punching your chest in flustered confusion. How it is possible for someone to be this…effortlessly attractive?! Where all vampires like this? Furthermore, what were your intentions behind all this? Surely, a friend doesn't go out of their way to fit their other friend into their life to the best of their ability after just one night. Or did they? Aether wouldn't know, he considered many people his friends and he was always doing favors for them so he had no room to judge.

Thanking you for the meal (after some inner lovesick screaming), Aether sat down at the chair that was pulled out for him as he began to eat what you had cooked. For someone without much experience with cooking, as you put it, your cooking tasted better than expected. It wasn't exactly restaurant worthy or anything; more so the type of cooking you expect from a memory or a feeling. In a way, Aether rationalized, the type of cooking that could evoke a feeling or symbolize a memory was streets ahead to the type of cooking that was merely enjoyed for its taste.

He wondered if vampires also had this food reaction binary. Surely, there must be different expectations for the type of food vampires ate. Maybe something like blood quality or quantity influenced the way vampires linked those aspects to certain desirable or undesirable qualities. Were there sought after types of blood, like a certain blood type that was more sought after than the rest? Did certain presentations appeal to vampires; maybe some favored obvious displays of submission or maybe some liked a more push-and-pull dynamic. That last thought got him revisiting his dream. With as much dignity as he could muster, he swallowed the bite he was chewing on and asked you the random (not really) question.

–Hey [Name], is there any sort of…what's the word…desired presentation in the things you drink from that make it more…appetizing? I guess?

You stayed pensive for a few moments, making Aether freeze and examine the situation. You didn't look weirded out or uncomfortable by the question, but your silence still made him uneasy. He hoped he hadn't overstepped any boundaries by asking that question. He didn't know the point in which discussing being a vampire became acceptable, but he already went over that bridge so the only option left was to burn it. After some time in deep thought, you decided you reached your conclusions and proposed a sort-of answer.

–Depends on the source of the blood and if etiquette applies to that source.

Etiquette? Vampires had that? Was it like with humans and all the different fork types, or was it like how people say it’s good etiquette to eat with their mouths closed? Either way, Aether was intrigued .

–What is this “vampire etiquette” you speak of? From my general knowledge about vampires, there doesn’t seem to be much manners or class involved when they eat.

You were quick to correct him, a tad bit offended by his–in your words–offensively stereotypical remark. Vampire etiquette, as you explained, was a sort of code that vampires followed when feasting. Yes, it was always at play ever since the agreement between vampires and humans was formed. It dictated things such as who one was allowed to feast upon and what the nature of that feasting meant.

The hierarchy of feasts, as you lovingly dubbed it, was at the centerpiece of vampire etiquette. Common feasting material such as animals didn’t fall under the agreement, hence why vampires could feast as gruesomely and violently as they wanted to from them. Humans, however, were protected under the agreement. Most humans are untouchable to a vampire, unless there is a close enough bond based on mutual respect and trust. No fear mongering or threatening a human into giving themselves up for feeding.

Once the bond was obtained, there were certain places that were off limits. If the pair were simply trusted acquaintances, you would usually drink from their wrists; if the pair were close friends, you would drink from their forearms; if the pair were lovers, you would drink from their neck. The stomach was off limits because of its delicate nature and drinking from below the waist held a different, more intimate meaning for vampires.

This last part urged Aether to make one final question. If your answer was what he expected, then his dream would hold so much more significance than he thought.

–And what exactly does drinking from below the waist mean for vampires?

–Especially if it’s the thighs, drinking from below a human’s waist is our way of claiming a human as ours. Whether it’s for sexual purposes or for feeding purposes–although those go hand in hand sometimes–it’s a final act of possession done with care. Once the mark is there, no other vampire can touch said human. It’s a beautiful display of trust and intimacy, if a tad bit possessive. Once a human is bitten, their senses are heightened and the effects that feeding normally has are amplified to the point of madness; generating an almost insatiable craving from both parties. I rambled off topic, haha, sorry to bore you with silly vampire things.

Your apologies went unheard, Aether’s mind going blank as you mentioned the last bits.

You were claiming him, claiming him to be yours to own in every sense of the word and he was more than happy to oblige.

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Step 3–Entice them (bonus points if you play with fate a little)

–To be honest, I’ve always wanted to try Jean’s blood.

That was not the answer Aether was looking for. Yeah, Jean was thoughtful and sweet and–from certain, very specific angles–she was pretty. But Aether was all that too! He was so much more than the acting grandmaster, he could be so much more useful to you than her! She didn’t even have time for you; Aether was over here following your every whim and even “accidentally” cutting himself in front of you! He was practically giving himself over to you and you still wanted to try that damm anemo user’s blood!

Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you continued.

–She just looks like she would taste delicious, like a good cup of coffee and maybe some French toast. Speaking of, your scent is also a very appetizing one Aether. I must admit, seeing you bleeding near me so often is intoxicating sometimes. Please take better care of yourself, especially with how much fighting you do. You might alert other vampires, and I just can’t have that happening.

Aether didn’t know if he was going red with anger of happiness. So his attempts were working! Heck, you just claimed possession of him just a few sentences ago! Yet why were you rambling on about Venti’s sweet taste of dandelion wine and Jean’s comforting scent of a fresh cup of coffee? You were supposed to only be describing him in those words, only be thinking of his blood and how precious he is to you. You should only be allowed to ravage him and him only, claiming him as yours until he has no more left to give.

Aether dared to ask questions and you dared to give answers, describing an arbitrary blood type as if describing your last meal on this earth. No matter how specific your tastes got, Aether was sure he could manage. After being around you so long, he knew the determining factors in blood taste. All he had to do was present a certain way and make you familiar with his taste.

A few days later, after sharing one last meal with some friends in Mondstadt, you failed to notice the drops of blood mixed in to the tea you were drinking at the restaurant. A week later, after traveling through a vampire infested area, you failed to notice how your arm was wrapped tightly around his waist and how your teeth were bared at any vampire eyeing Aether. A month later, you failed to notice the lack of gifts from a certain anemo archon and the dwindling food supply that you swore you had restocked. An indefinite amount of time later, you noticed how you were getting more and more hungry, and how Aether was getting more and more appetizing.

A few days later, Aether noticed how eagerly you drank that cup of tea and how you commented on the wonderful taste. A week later, Aether noticed how you closed around him like a predator and how your actions became possessive by the passing days. A month later, Aether noticed how you eyed him while making some remark about the lack of food. An indefinite amount of time later, Aether feigned ignorance at the fact that you were loosing grip on your humanity and that he was the only semblance of hope you had left.

Scaring that bard was worth it, the constant cuts on his skin were worth it, the way your grip bruised his skin when you got hungry was worth it, the way his dreams grew more and more realistic was worth it; everything was worth it for this day to finally come. Just one more “failed expedition” and he would finally be at your mercy.

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Step 4–Show off your blood in-front of them (bonus points if you do it while they're starving)

–A-Ah~ Help me, there’s so much b-blood and I c-can’t–ugh–fight like this…

Your mind wanted to say that it didn’t mean to sound like an invitation. Your mind wanted to yell at you to get out there and save a friend. Your mind was also lost in a haze of hunger and thinly veiled lust, so the screaming at the back of your head remained distant.

You quickly located his voice, running to where he was. Cuts and scratches littered his skin, red and hot as tears cascaded down his face. He looked so defenseless, bloodied up and lying like wounded prey. Those cuts on his neck were taunting you, perhaps some light licking wouldn’t be too bad…

You resisted the urge to slap yourself for that. Help him first, then you can talk about a possible feeding arrangement. You got closer to him, lifting him up and carrying him back to camp. With what materials there were, you bandaged up his wounds and made sure dispose of any blood that would taunt you. You gave yourself props for staying sane this kind despite the hunger hurried deep in your stomach.

Aether was so vulnerable, defenseless. If you were to drink from his blood, he surely wouldn’t notice given his weakened state. He would be powerless to stop you if you were to have your way with him. He was in a daze, staring up at you with hopeful yet glazed eyes as he thanked your for saving him. He managed to straighten himself up, neck dangerously close to your mouth. His wounds were still open, letting the smell of blood fill your senses.

Your mind was very hazy, thoughts stringing together as all rationale faded to the back of your mind. The overwhelming urge to devour took control of all your senses. Aether looked at you, feigning worry as your head pounded.

–Is there something-ngh-wrong? You don’t look to good.

His words were mushed together in your mind, his body dangerously close to yours. You just hope he would forgive you for what you’re about to do.

–What are you—Ha-hah~

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Step 5–Enjoy the hungry vampire drinking from your neck

So fulfilling, so delicious, so submissive. His blood tasted sinful, a perfect mixture of sweet and savory that had you itching at your very core. He was handcrafted to fit you, his skin was crafted to be pierced by you. He was a gift from Celestia itself, and finally, he was in your reach.

His wanton moans filled your ears, sinful sounds that spurred you on to drink just a little more. He arched perfectly into you, giving you deeper access to his neck. You greedily took more than enough blood, hungrily sucking away at the crimson droplets that escaped his wounds. Unbeknownst to you, Aether was smiling maniacally in triumph.

He finally got what he wanted! You skipped over all his other places, you were directly biting his neck! All he had to do know was get you to bite his thighs and he’d be officially claimed as yours. He could overlook the dizziness and blood loss for a while. Also damm, he was getting hornier by the minute. Vampire saliva was really something to experience holy shit.

You pulled away from his neck, instead claiming his lips. The drops of blood left on your lips intertwined with his own saliva, making for the perfect presentation of submission. You pulled away, watching as he stuck out his tongue to try and chase you back into the kiss. His eyes were glazed over and half lidded. He pleaded for you to kiss him again. Well, he did let you drink from him…a treat wouldn’t do him wrong.

You kissed him again, hungrier this time. Your tongues intertwined first, followed by a sloppy kiss and then another. Your teeth grazed over his tongue, cutting it slightly. You could feel the blood ooze out of the wound, as well as Aether’s whimpers at the slight pain. You dragged your own tongue over the wound, savoring the taste of his blood and saliva intertwining into one.

–Fuck…Oh Aether, you’re heavenly~

You breathed it against his lips as your hunger kept winning your inner battle. Having your saliva directly in his mouth was intoxicating; the saliva coating his wound as the aphrodisiacs got injected into his bloodstream. Soon enough, he found his mind only thinking of you. His skin ached, the blood under it almost fighting to get out. He whined as you pulled away again, your hunger subsiding while his desperation grew. The aphrodisiacs from your saliva were flowing freely in his bloodstream, mind but a muddled mess of only you.

You perhaps forgot to mention the extend of how possessive vampires can be, especially around blood so good as Aether’s. Perhaps it was the hunger and how deprived you were, perhaps it was how delicious Aether looked, perhaps it was a combination of both. Whatever the case, you knew you couldn’t let him go wonder about; no, he had to belong to you.

Aether was pulled onto your lap, a deep bite decorating his neck while drool cascaded down his lips. His eyes were unfocused, glazed with what you assumed to be lust. He was searching for you again, leaning into you whenever he could. It was clear you had drank a lot, if the swaying of his body and the shiver of his limbs were any indication. He was high off of the sensations and clearly wasn’t thinking straight.

You gently pushed him off you and laid him down, examining his wound as you gently grazed your fingers over it. Your eyes scanned over his body for any more wounds you might’ve missed in your hungry state. After making sure there weren’t any infections, you tried persuading him to sleep and regain his energy. This way, he could hopefully loose that strong scent of his quicker so only you would be able to smell it.

There was only one problem, he was still affected by the aphrodisiacs. He kept blubbering nonsense about a plan and how he finally got you to drink his blood. Some other things about starving you slipped past his lips, as well as some moaned pleads and promises.

–Haah~ F-finally! Please, make me yours! A-Ah fuck! Own me~ I-I promise I’ll be the best meal you’ve ever had! Ngh~

His pants and moans were turning you on more than you’d like to admit. However, that wasn’t the important part. The important part was how Aether had confessed to wanting you and all the horrible things he did to get to this point. You should be mad, fuming even, but your hunger kept getting the better of you. What a sweet little thing, willing to do so much for you. You were sure you could repay the favor tenfold. You had made up your mind; from here on out, he was only allowed to think of you

–It’s all finally making sense…no wonder you always smell of lust.

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Step 6–Get horny and desperate as you’re claimed by the vampire (good job you’ve done it)

Aether was sobbing from his place in your lap. This felt so much like that dream he had a while back, only this time you were so much hungrier. You were drinking from his neck, dead set on draining the blood out of him it seemed. He was long gone by the time you let go of his neck, the aphrodisiacs taking over his mind once more. Poor thing, dumbed down to sit pretty and take what you give him.

You dove back into his neck, hungrier than before as he slowly got dizzier and dizzier. As soon as you felt this, you pulled back, feigning worry as you fretted over him. You asked him if you had bit him too hard, if he needed rest, but he was too blissed out to say anything. You bit back a smirk, a thoughtful look in your eyes as you calmly proposed something to Aether.

–Oh you poor thing, you must be exhausted after all I took from you. Hmm, what about this; how would you like a reward for your obedience?

He sure was attentive enough to catch on to your words, head snapping to meet your eyes. There was expectation in his eyes, almost taunting you to take him. It was like you flipped a switch since that day, the feedings were getting more regular and he was always covered in bite marks. A reward, it would do him good. A few days rest or a 5 course meal would do him wonders.

After a minute or two of silence, he nodded his head, waiting for his reward. What he didn’t expect was for you to carry him off and disappear in the blink of an eye. He was suddenly in some dark room, located who knows where. He was gently placed down on a soft bed, giving him some time to look around. The windows were tinted and, by the looks of it, the place was really high up. There was no discernible landmarks that would indicate location.

Panic began setting in little by little, but it was soon driven away as you gently stricken his face and ordered him to lay down. He listened, back hitting the soft mattress lightly as you kneeled by the edge of the bed. Grabbing his thighs, you pulled him towards you, his ass slightly hanging off the bed. You unbuckled his pants and pulled them off him, tossing them so where in the room. Next, you took of his boxers and threw them somewhere as well.

You were left with the perfect view of his thighs, ass, and dick. Kissing your way up his legs, you stopped by the inner thighs and payed very close attention to them. A flurry of open mouthed kisses were left on his thighs, with just enough pressure that he could feel the edge of your fangs.

This was just like his dream, ten times better in fact! Now you would bite into his thighs and claim his properly as yours, all he had to do was wait a bit longer and-

Aether let out a long whine when your lips left his thighs, kissing the tip of his dick before settling on kissing the rim of his ass. He inhaled sharply at that, peeking down at you and asking you what you were doing.

–Aw, are you so fucking out of it you can’t register your reward? I’m going to make you cum in my tongue as many times as you want to, dear. Aren’t I so kind?

Aether moaned loudly at that. He hadn’t even thought about sex until you brought it up, so he couldn’t let go of this opportunity. Caging your head with his legs, he eagerly pulled you closer to his ass, waiting for you to make the next move.

Chuckling slightly, you kept kissing his rim. It escalated into open mouthed kisses until you were forcing your tongue into him. You felt Aether grab onto your hair, legs squeezing your head as he whined and moaned. You began moving around, making sure to feel his walls very well. It wasn’t long before Aether was a moaning mess, to dumbed out to focus on anything other than your tongue in him.

–Ah~ M-more, please more!

You couldn’t deny a voice so sinful. You began thrusting in and out of him, fangs occasionally scratching his ass while your tongue continued to carve its way into him. After a while, it touched a particularly sensitive spot that had Aether basically howling as he came, hard. Your movements slowed to a stop, slowly pulling out before kissing the rim and diving back in again. Not caring for the overstimulation, Aether continued to beg for more of your tongue in him, having organs after orgasm after orgasm until he had nothing left to give.

When the grip on you hair loosened and his thighs felt numb beside your head, you pulled out. He was a proper mess, tears and drool all over his face while cum coated his stomach and dick. You cleaned him up and tenderly caressed his face, watching in adoration as he leaned into your touch.

He was feeling very tired, his bones turning into mush as he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep…only to be jolted awake when he felt a sharp sting on his thighs. He looked down and, sure enough, you were biting down on his thighs. Your grip on is thighs as you licked and bit at them was deadly, not letting go until his legs were shaking. He could feel himself getting hard again, aroused at the idea that you were finally claiming him.

As if reading his mind, you laughed and licked down his thigh, getting closer to his dick and lightly blowing on it. Amused at the reaction he gave, you continued licking down both of his thighs and puffing air at his dick. You were nothing short of addicted to his taste, and you’d make sure all of Teyvat knew.

You looked back at your slut, tongue lolled out of his lips as he thanked you over and over again. How shameless, drooling over being claimed. In return, you sucked harder, making a beautiful arrangement of bites and hickeys all over his thighs.

–Oh you dumb little thing, only being able to think of how good I pleasure you. I’m sure you would like getting drained by me all the time if you could. Would you like that; belonging to me until all of your blood runs out? Of course, I will never let it run out, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of eternity.

You emphasized your statement with a particularly harsh suck, watching as the boy in front of you moaned louder and louder until you were sure he would damage his voice. His senses were so much more alert than ever, every one of them being filled with you. Your insatiable hunger as you kissed up and down his thighs was driving him insane. He could surely get used to being treated like this, drained half to death only to be resuscitated and begin the process again.

With a final shout, he came as you detached from his thighs, his vision fading as splotches of black took over. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was a tender kiss to his forehead before feebly looking down at his thighs, covered in bites and bruises from you precious assault on them.

If this is how he would die, he could die a happy man.

quick summer fantasia studies

tighnari but it’s just me being upset that he’s not brown

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