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[mirrorpriest]

helloooo i fell for your writing style 😭 i love it sm and saw your req is open so i want to test my luck dhwkkqoq. can i ask for bottom m!rd with sunday and aventurine 3p? reader loses a bet so he must take them both 😚 i wanna see reader being double penetrated when aventurine and sunday mock each other (maybe out of jealousy..) just ignore me if u feel uncomfy. tysm for your works, love them and you! have a nicee day/night 🥰

bet — sunday & aventurine

sunday x male reader x aventurine

requested!

you lost the bet.

a stupid card game with rules you barely understood, egged on by aventurine’s sweet-talking and sunday’s little smiles. you just played like a fool, confident you could bluff your way through.

but oh, you were wrong.

you should’ve known that the moment aventurine explained that there could only be one loser, all while looking at you with that signature grin of his!

“this is absolutey rigged,” you huffed, brows furrowed as you sat between the two of them, the game laid out on the table—some convoluted mess of cards and chips with rules only they seemed to understand.

“you’re bluffing,” you said, narrowing your eyes at aventurine as you laid down your hand.

aventurine hummed, tilting his head. “am i?”

sunday didn’t even look at you. he was already placing his cards down, gloved fingers pristine, precise.

“what’s the loser’s punishment again?” he asked as he turned to you.

“why’re you asking me? don’t you already know?”

“well, a loser should be aware of his punishment, no?

“huh?”

and just like that, they cleaned the table. your mouth fell open as your cards flopped pathetically in front of you.

“no. no, that’s bullshit. this game is rigged. you guys literally made it up—what the hell is a ‘cosmic fold’ anyway?” you huffed, pouting.

“a valid move,” sunday replied, with a bored look. “perhaps if you’d read the rules—”

“aventurine provided nothing.”

“that’s why i explained! if only you had listened—“

“you’ve got a knack for creating weird ass rules, aven,” you sighed, your upper body plopping down the table in defeat.

aventurine shrugged and began unbuttoning his sleeves. “oh well, a bet’s a bet, sweetheart.”

“there’s no way i will do whatever you guys want—“

“backing out now? you’re being unfair…” aventurine said, standing up and walking behind your chair, resting both hands on your shoulders as you scoffed.

you didn’t want to be unfair.

“back out my ass! what do you guys want?” you huffed, crossing your arms as you awaited their response… only to receive silence.

they were quiet, staring at each other like they were speaking in some silent, smug language only the two of them understood.

you sat there, an eyebrow raised, about to roll your eyes and call them out on their weird telepathy—

when sunday broke the silence, his ear wing covering his face from you in embarrassment.

“…take us both.”

the words dropped like a bomb, your mouth agape as you stared at him, utterly dumbfounded.

“…huh?”

aventurine grinned, his fingers moving to your jaw and lifting your chin up. “you heard him.” he whispered.

you swallowed hard. “you’re serious?”

aventurine hummed, giving you a cheeky grin as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, trying to coax you into it. “you can’t really deny though, since that’s what the winners want!”

so they created this game… for that?!

“oh my gosh.” you said, your gaze moving back to sunday who no linger hid behind his ear wing, his cheeks flushed.

your body tensed, your dick already twitching at the thought. there’s… no harm in trying.

“…fine.” you sighed, standing up and they looked at you with sparkle(?) in their eyes. not that they’d notice. “let’s move to the bed.”

as you walked to the bed, the two followed behind. once you guys were close, aventurine sat on the bed and sunday wrapped his arms around you.

aventurine liked to watch, moving back on the bed frame as sunday began to undress you. his touch was gentle, as if he was afraid he’d break something fragile. then, he pushed you on the bed, knowing what the two wanted, you crawled toward the golden haired man leaning back on the bed frame.

“good boy,” aventurine purred and your cheeks flushed at the sound of his voice—sultry, deep, and warm.

“always ready to serve, hm?” sunday whispered on your ear, making you flinch as his hand grabbed your waist.

“shut up,” you huffed, hands bracing against Aventurine’s thighs as you leaned in, face flushed.

aventurine laughed.

his voice dripped amusement. “someone’s feisty.”

his hand slipped into your hair, not pulling—yet—but gripping just enough to remind you who was in front of you. he tilted your head up a little.

“go on then, sweetheart. show me what that mouth’s good for.”

behind you, sunday pressed closer, his chest flush against your back, crotch snug against your ass. his lips ghosted along your shoulder, pressing soft kisses.

his hand slid along your waist, dipping lower to squeeze your hip. you could feel him hard through his slacks—hot, restrained. the heat made your head spin as you unzipped aventurine’s pants with your teeth, eyes glaring up. you pulled his cock out, already hard as it stood out. you stared at it for a good moment before leaning in and taking aventurine’s cock into your mouth.

warm. heavy. slightly salty from pre-cum. you licked the head first, slow and lazy, just to tease. his breath hitched above you.

“ah—look at that,” he muttered, voice a little strained. “obedient as ever.”

sunday chuckled behind you, brushing your hair aside to kiss the back of your neck.

“he’s trying so hard to stay composed. let him focus, aventurine.”

“hmmm, nah.” aventurine’s pushed your head down, just a little—forcing you to take more, deeper. “his mouth’s too good.”

you moaned around him, eyes fluttering shut. sunday’s hand slipped lower again, fingers tracing along the curve of your ass.

“can I touch you, sweetheart?” sunday whispered, voice thick with affection, his finger dipping beneath your waistband and slowly dragging it down, pulling it off of you.

you didn’t answer, couldn’t—not with aventurine using your mouth so shamelessly. but your body answered for you, arching back into sunday’s touch, your throat flexing around aventurine’s cock as he groaned above you.

“that’s a yes,” aventurine smirked, hand tightening in your hair. “he’s such a good boy when he’s full.”

your lips were stretched around aventurine’s cock, spit slick and dripping from the corners of your mouth as he moved your head. the tip bumped the back of your throat with each push, and he knew. he could feel you trying not to choke—trying to take it all for him.

“you’re doing good,” aventurine crooned, his fingers tangled in your hair.

you moaned around him, eyes fluttering—half in pleasure, half from sunday’s lubed fingers pushing deep into your ass. he was behind you now, kneeling between your legs, murmuring praise against the curve of your back as his slicked fingers worked you open.

he crooked his fingers just right, and you jerked forward, moaning and gagging slightly around aventurine’s cock. your thighs quivered, heat prickling down your spine as the breath fled your lungs.

aventurine huffed, annoyed at the fact that sunday was pleasuring you more than him. “you’re distracting him.” he pulled you back slowly, letting his cock drag along your tongue.

sunday glared at him, but he didn’t stop. instead, he added a third finger now—slow and stretching, pushing deeper, and your hips bucked involuntarily.

“ha, you’re not listening at all.” he said, shoving your face down his cock and your eyes rolled back. his cock filled your throat over and over, the head pushing deep, brushing past your gag reflex. you’d tried to keep up. you really had.

but your body was trembling. because sunday was behind you, too. sweet voice in your ear while his slick fingers scissored inside your hole, stretching you open.

“you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice pure velvet, his touch near-religious. “so obedient for us. you’re taking it. so, so well.”

your knees were barely holding up. your hands gripped at Aventurine’s thighs, knuckles white, moaning around his cock as your ass arched further into sunday’s touch. you were drooling. breathless. but you didn’t care.

aventurine glanced down, hand tight in your hair, watching your throat bulge around his cock with a grin like sin.

“shit, look at him. so obsessed.” he gave a shallow thrust, his cock sliding in easily now with how loose your mouth had gone for him.

“you didn’t give him the chance to breathe,” sunday countered calmly, pressing a third finger in. you cried out around aventurine’s cock, hips jerking—too much, too good.

“he’s sensitive. look at how his legs are shaking. let him breathe, aventurine.”

“he’s fine. aren’t you, sweetheart?” aventurine cooed mockingly, dragging his cock slowly out of your mouth—so slow it left a trail of spit connecting your lips to his tip. you gasped for air, eyes wet, chest heaving.

“there. a little breath. you earned it.”

then—a sudden stretch.

you choked out a moan, collapsing into aventurine’s lap as sunday finally replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. it pressed in smooth and steady, the burn of it sending a shiver down your spine as he filled the space he’d just prepared.

it’s like all your breath had just left you.

“s-sunday—!” your voice cracked, trembling as he pushed deeper, his hand spreading across your lower back to hold you still.

“don’t cry now,” Aventurine hummed, brushing your spit-slick cheek with his thumb. “you still have a job to finish.”

you whimpered—but you obeyed, because how could you not? your lips wrapped around his cock again, your tongue gliding under the shaft as sunday rocked his hips behind you in slow, rolling motions.

then, they found a rhythm together.

aventurine steadied your head and began to thrust into your mouth, while sunday fucked you in slow, careful strokes that reached deeper than anything ever had. you could feel every inch, gradually increasing his movement, and your cock was leaking untouched.

“you better not make him come,” aventurine growled, fucking your face harder now. his cock slid in, fast and hot, your throat flexing around him as tears spilled freely from the corners of your eyes. “i’m not even inside him yet.”

sunday chuckled softly, his control never slipping, even as your body trembled between them. “don’t worry, he’s a good boy for us…aren’t you, my love?”

lost in pleasure, you could only nod, moaning desperately around aventurine’s cock as sunday fucked you through it. you were stretched wide, wrecked already—and yet every nerve in your body ached for more.

the two went down on you until sunday came first. a deep groan into the back of your neck, his cock buried to the hilt as his warmth flooded inside you. he held your waist tenderly, breathing heavy, body trembling—but still careful not to collapse his weight onto yours.

aventurine came next, less composed—his thrusts rougher, your throat abused until his cock pulsed against your tongue, spilling down your throat in hot, messy spurts. he pulled out with a hiss, watching the mix of spit and cum drip down your chin with a lustful look.

“fuck,” he muttered, wiping a thumb over your lips. “you’re a fucking mess.”

you were gasping, wrecked, dazed. your limbs trembled as Sunday slowly slid out of you, his cum leaking down the inside of your thighs.

but they weren’t finished. of course, not when you had just agreed to take them both.

“grab him,” aventurine said with a grin, already gripping your hips. “i want to see his face when we fuck him together.”

sunday scoffed at that, but made no comment as he moved with surprising ease, despite just finishing. he guided you into a new position—your back against his chest, legs lifted and spread open, ass barely resting on aventurine’s thighs. your hole, slick with sunday’s cum and lube, was still fluttering, stretched and wet.

“he’s still open,” aventurine noted, teasing his fingers around your rim, making you whimper. “we can slide right in.”

“because i prepped and fucked him properly,” sunday said smoothly, kissing your shoulder gently, his ear wing rubbing against your skin lovingly. “unlike you.”

aventurine rolled his eyes, lining his cock up first. “you talk big.”

“maybe because i am bigger.” sunday grinned, positioning his cock beside aventurine’s.

aventurine scoffed at him, and then they entered you together.

aventurine first—slow, but with a delicious sting that made your toes curl. sunday followed, more deliberate, watching your body the entire time, watching your wet hole take them both.

the burn was incredible. the stretch, unbearable. your breath caught in your throat as your hole gave, opened wide to accommodate them both—aventurine in front, sunday behind.

you let out a broken sob, and they groaned in near unison.

“oh crap,” aventurine hissed, gripping your hips. “he’s tighter like this—ah, i can feel you squeezing me.”

“relax,” sunday whispered against your ear, his arms cradling your chest from behind. “just breathe, love. you’re perfect. so good for us.”

they began to move—slow, grinding thrusts that made your body jolt with every pass. it was overwhelming, too much, too good—the two of them grinding into each other with you caught in between.

“you’re drooling again,” aventurine said with a wicked grin. “guess i really did break your brain.”

“he’s moaning on every stroke,” sunday countered, kissing your cheek sweetly. “that’s not you. that’s me.”

“shut up. you sinful angel.”

“ha, as if you’re any better.”

you couldn’t utter a word, wanting nothing but to stop them and just encourage them to fuck you more. however, as you thought about that, their pace increased and it didn’t stop. it only deepened—synchronized, pulling cries out of your throat with every thrust. you were shaking, body coated in sweat, cock leaking untouched.

“can’t even talk anymore,” aventurine laughed. “we ruined him.”

“he’s still clenching.” sunday’s voice dropped into a hum. “i think he wants more.”

and you did. dsperately. the pleasure was a white-hot ache now, your whole body on the brink.

“what do you think, sweetheart?” aventurine growled, leaning in close. “think you can come with both our cocks inside you?”

you whimpered, nodding, breath hitching—

“good,” sunday whispered. “then cum.”

and when you came, they felt it. your hole clenched so hard around them that they groaned in unison, hips grinding deep, fucking you through the orgasm with matching, almost possessive thrusts.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until sunday kissed the tears from your cheeks, their hips still moving before finally hilting, the two of them cumming inside with a groan. your entire body trembled, eyes fluttered shut as you took in deep breathes. you feel them pull out, aventurine holding your tired body and letting you rest on his chest.

“you did good.” he said, rubbing your hips while sunday stood up and went to the bathroom, presumably getting ready to clean you up.

you only hummed, tired, weary as your body relaxed in his touch.

“rest, we’ll take care of you.”

[mirrorpriest]

Hi! Sorry to bother you but can I request an Aventurine x mreader where the reader is all flirty and cocky but a shy and nervous mess in bed? It's my first time requesting so sorry if it isnt good 😣

punishment — AVENTURINE

aventurine x bottom male reader

requested!

a/n: i really liked this one i ended up doing so much! i hope it's to your liking!

you weren’t a stranger to anyone in the ipc. they knew you as jade’s confidant, friend, and informant— an equally well-dressed man always a step behind the senior. you’d even grown close to topaz, inviting her for lunch or dinner whenever you get the chance.

however, that closeness doesn’t compare to a certain… blonde.

and speak of the devil—

“still haunting jade’s office, huh?” aventurine’s voice came smooth as ever as he stepped inside.

you didn’t flinch. instead, you turned with a smile— one everyone fell for, but also the kind that made men and women alike suspicious and interested in.

“aventurine,” you purred, drawing out the syllables just to watch the way aventurine’s eyes narrowed. “i was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

he took a step closer, that lazy smirk plastered on his face just perfectly. well, he has always been perfect to you, wasn’t he?

“i’m just busy. profit doesn’t chase itself.” he said, placing a hand on his hip as he stared at you, who was sitting leisurely on jade’s office chair.

“mm. shame,” you replied, a grin forming on your lips as you rested your cheek on your palm. “i had a new tie picked out for you. matches your eyes.”

“you’re not subtle.”

“i’m not trying to be.”

aventurine’s grin widened at that. you stood up from the chair and walked closer to his space, your hands tucked in your coat’s pocket. you leaned into him, your faces just a few inches away from each other.

“you smell so good,” you said, his rich cologne entering your nostrils the moment you leaned in.

you placed a hand on his chest, your hand moving to the small hole on his chest and slipping a finger through it, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling you close.

“getting naughty, aren't we?" he playfully whispered on your ear, a hand gripping your waist. you pouted at that as you pulled your wrist away.

“i like it,” you whispered, the pout turning to a grin once again. “but i’d like it more without it,”

aventurine tilted his head at your comment, a hum escaping his lips in acknowledgment. “fine, i’ll entertain you.”

his statement surprised you, but you didn’t falter. instead, a chuckle escaped your lips and you pulled back. “so even you can’t resist my charm.”

“you’re the one who can’t resist me.”

you couldn’t help the blush that formed on your cheeks, but decided to ignore it. instead, you walked back to the desk and grabbed the gift you had prepared for him.

it was to be expected, yet it still surprised aventurine. he’s gotten quite used to giving, and he sure was still haven’t gotten used to you suddenly showering him with gifts.

not that he minded, though. acting all cocky and flirty around him, confessing you liked him and whatever. if anything, it intrigued him more.

perhaps that was why he felt like entertaining you this time.

“take it,” you said, your smirk widening as you walked back to him and handing him the gift. he took the box from you, an eyebrow raised as he eyed it. the box were gold, carefully wrapped with a red ribbon and tied into a bow.

“how thoughtful,” aventurine chuckled, glancing back at you. your eyes were laced with mischief, and he immediately knew you had something up your sleeves again.

“you know, you should feel honored…” you said, tapping your index finger against your chin. “i don’t give out gifts this often.”

“i sure am lucky, then.” he replied, pulling on the ribbon and letting it fall down the floor. then, he opened the box, his eyes widening at the item inside.

a bottle of lube.

“oh, sorry. wrong one…” you snickered, walking back in front of the desk, about to take the other box you hid under the table. “but if you want to put it to great use, why don’t we try it on you?”

"i'd love to see you drip—ek?!"

suddenly, a hand pinned you down the desk, bending you over. you tried to pull back, but aeons his hold on you was strong.

“h-hey—!”

“why don’t we use it on you?” he said, his voice deeper than usual as he whispered into your ear. you felt your heart skip a beat at the proximity, your entire face turning red.

“w-wait… i’m not.. i-“

“what? cat got your tongue?” he purred, licking the back of your ear as you let out a sound akin to a whimper.

“…we’re in public.” you mumbled and he pulled away. you thought he finally let you go until he grabbed your arm and dragged you out of jade’s office.

“wait! where are we going?!” you asked, surprised by the sudden out-of-character response. you glanced at his hands, eyes widening when you noticed him still holding the lube you gifted him.

no way.

there’s no way, right?

he’s just pulling your leg.

that’s gotta be it…

but it seemed like that wasn’t the case at all, not when he had just brought you to his private chambers and locked the door as soon as you guys were both inside.

"a-aven—"

aventurine pinned you by your hands against the door, the smirk he usually wears no longer visible on his lips. now, he was staring at you with an unfathomable gaze. heat radiated off of his body, pressing against yours as your entire face remained red.

"don't you think you've teased me enough?" he said, his voice gruff as he leaned closer. "you know... it's not often that i entertain someone,"

his voice sent shivers down your spine, your breath hitching at the proximity. you tried to push him off, but to no avail; he only pressed his body against yours.

"s..stop." you said, your voice quiet. you meant nothing with your words, a mere bluff. now that aventurine's sudden out-of-character actions caught you off guard, you can't help but feel shy and nervous around him. usually, he would smile and grin at you, sometimes even replying with matching sarcasm, or respond back with a flirty statement, but now? you don't think you've ever seen him act this serious with your interactions.

...not that you were complaining.

then, aventurine's signature grin returned. "i thought you'd like it if i acted like this?" he said, tilting his head.

"you know, i don't mix business with pleasure," he said, his knee moving in between your legs. "but you might just be an exception."

your heart was beating like crazy, like it wanted to jump out of your chest. everything he was saying was making you feel things you should have been making him feel instead.

but now, with aventurine pinning you against the door, face close as his eyes lingered on your face just a little longer—your mouth felt just a little too dry.

"still feeling bold?" he asked, finally letting you go and walking toward his bed as he began to remove his gloves and furcoat. you stood by the door speechless, before a huff escaped you and stomped toward him.

you pushed him down the bed, catching him off guard as you straddled him. his hands moved to your hips, a cheeky grin replacing his smug one. well, not that it was any better.

"bold's my default setting…” you mumbled, rather quietly, fingers sliding beneath his shirt. he only laughed—low and amused—before seizing your wrist. with a swift, fluid motion, he flipped you over, pinning you to the mattress beneath him.

he didn't say anything and simply stared at you. his gaze remained at your face for a moment before moving down to your body, and lower.

"l-look, i know i'm your type but you—hmp!” you attempted to speak, but was cut off as he covered your mouth.

"confident. mouthy. in desperate need of being wrecked," he whispered, leaning into your ear, breath warm against it. "maybe you are my type."

your breath hitched—traitorous—but you forced a voice out.

"y-you talk like you can handle me." you stuttered.

"i know i can." he hummed.

"but you—can you handle me?"

that was his last words before he slammed his lips against yours. he kissed you—not soft, not sweet—but sure. like he knew what he wanted from you. like he knew the exact moment your cocky mask would slip.

he kept on kissing you, his hands moving efficiently as he removed the rest of your clothing and by the time he was done, you were breathless.

you tried to catch your breath while aventurine hovered above you, still maddeningly fully clothed. your cheeks flushed upon the realization of being the only one bare, covering your face with your arm while he removed his shirt.

"getting shy, are we?" aventurine mocked, sliding a finger beneath your waistband while his other hand pulled your arm away from your face. "don't hide."

his eyes widened at the look on your face—a nervous wreck—sweat dripping down your skin as you avoided his gaze. he smirked, chuckling as he pulled down your underwear. you knew that smirk—that knowing curve of his lips that said he'd already won.

his gaze wandered down, wetting his lips as he looked at your cock and your entire face reddened. you attempted to cover it with your other hand only for him to grab your wrist. "w-wait..."

"i like your color," he said, humming as he brought his other hand down to your dick, wrapping a hand around it, making your breath stutter. gosh, everything was embarrassing.

"aventurine— hng!" you whimpered, his thumb gliding over your tip.

and then, he was on you—mouth hot, wet, and perfect around your cock, and you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets, spine arching off the bed. the slick sounds filled the room, his mouth moving expertly around you as you moaned.

"a-aven—pleease!" you sobbed, your body writhing in pleasure, feeling that knowing knot form in your stomach as you neared you release, only for aventurine to pull back with a low pop. you cried out, hand replacing his mouth as he stroked you slow, lazy.

you shook your head, already wrecked and trembling. you noticed aventurine staring at you and you covered your face, biting your bottom lip. he chuckled, his thumb dragging over your slit and you gasped.

"cute," he said, and that got you all embarrassed. no one has ever called you cute.

well, at least, not in this manner.

aventurine leaned down, kissing the corner of your mouth before whispering on your ear: "turn over."

his voice was low, making you all hot and bothered. really, you didn't think his voice had this much effect on you. nevertheless, you turned around, your body shivering as you hid your face on his pillow, which fortunately, smelled so much like him.

he began to kiss down your spine while hands spread your thighs, exposing you like a prize he’d just earned. you barely managed to hold onto your last threads of pride, your hands gripping the pillow tightly. for a moment, he didn’t do anything, not until you felt something wet fall down your hole.

lube. and the one you gifted him.

your entire face burned at the irony of the situation.

his fingers slid down between your legs to tease your hole—slow and slick, watching how your legs trembled with every prod. he inserted two fingers in and you were already panting, face flushed, as you turned your head to the side, closing your eyes.

“you’re shaking,” he murmured, voice a wicked hush. “and i’ve barely started.”

“s-shut up…!”

“keep talking.”

he added a third finger.

“you sound prettier when you cry.”

you did cry—just a little, just when he finally slid inside you and bottomed out slow, filling you up to the hilt while your back arched off. you whined, clung to the sheets, hips twitching as he stayed still for a moment before beginning to roll his hips in smooth, deep thrusts that made your eyes roll back.

“tight,” he hissed. “you’ve been acting like an annoying brat for this?”

“n-no! shut up! ah!”

he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while his other hand grabbed your hip as he fucked you harder, his name spilling from your lips in high, choked moans that only got louder the deeper he went. you were a mess now— slick thighs, trembling chest, lips parted in helpless gasps.

“c-can’t—aventurine—p-please—! cummin—“”

“mhm,” he hummed, rocking deep into your prostate until your whole body shook. “just a bit more.”

then came his hand wrapped around your cock, stroking in perfect rhythm, and that was it—you came undone with a sob, everything spasming at once as you cried out his name, breathless and overwhelmed. he kept going, overstimulating you as he reached his own release, spilling it inside you before finally pulling out.

you were still catching your breath when he grabbed your face and kissed you again—deep and slow, tongue dragging against yours like he had all day to taste you. his hands stroked gently over your waist, your thighs… but he was hard again. you could feel it poke behind you.

“you really gave me a show back there,” he whispered, voice a warm hum against your ear. “want me to reward you?”

“nh—huh?” you gasped, your body flinching as he turned you around, spreading your legs open. his gaze met yours and you avoided his eyes by looking down, only to catch sight of the dick that just nearly fucked you into oblivion. your hole clenched at the sight, his cum dripping out as you turned your head away and he grinned, bringing a hand to your chin and forcing you to look at him.

he still had that annoying smirk on his face.

“it’s well deserved,” he said as he lined himself up again, your thighs trembling as he teased your entrance with his tip.

���still open for me,” he murmured. “aeons, look at you. you’re made for this.”

his hand on your chin forced you to look at him as he pushed in—slowly, achingly deep, until you were full again, letting out a cry at the feeling. he didn’t give you time to adjust. not this time. his thrusts started steady but fast, fucking into you like your whines were a melody, like your shaking body was the perfect instrument.

“t-too much—! aven—!”

“you’re gripping me so tight,” he groaned.

you were crying again. not out of pain—not really—but from how much you loved it. your body didn’t know whether to pull away or sink deeper. your cock was leaking onto your stomach without even being touched.

“there it is,” he whispered, hand dragging down your stomach, pressing down on it and making you clench around him. “t-that beautiful, messy voice. ah, keep making those sounds for me.”

and you did. you choked and whimpered every time his hips slapped against yours, your mind white-hot with pleasure as his cock bullied your sweet spot over and over again.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he breathed against your neck. “all wrecked and needy.“

he leaned back, eyes lingering on your form. your eyes were rolled back, mouth agape with drool dripping, skin messy with sweat, and hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline.

that alone, was enough to make him go feral.

his thrusts turned brutal, deep and punishing, the bed shaking beneath you. and when he reached to stroke you—fast, hard, perfectly timed—you came with a scream, shaking apart as he filled you up again, heat spilling deep inside you while your body clenched around him helplessly.

he didn’t move right away— just held you there, cock still buried inside, fingers stroking soft circles on your hip as you gasped, twitching, whimpering with every aftershock. he pulled out, letting you rest for a moment as he walked away.

or so you thought.

you were pulled out of your trance when he suddenly propped a knee onto the edge of the bed. before you could react, his hands locked around your waist—and you yelped, legs kicking slightly as he lifted you, turned, and sat down with you pulled flush against his lap.

your back pressed to his chest. his arms caged you in. you whimpered, dazed, but then—

his hand grabbed your chin.

firm fingers forced your head up. forced your gaze forward.

your eyes widened.

your face burned.

your body was trembling. barely upright. aventurine still held your body in place.

you gasped, already teary-eyed, as he spread your legs, watching as his seed dripped out.

thick. hot. leaking from your red, twitching hole in lazy, slow rivulets—trailing down and dripping messily onto the sheets.

"look," he said, and you shook your head, closing your eyes. too embarrassed to see the state you're in.

"didn't you say you wanted to see me drip?" he said and you shook your head. he could feel you tremble under him, squirming at the exposed position you were in before he shifted, grabbing your chin with one hand and making you face him.

"look at me," he said, his voice gentle. you were hooked. you opened your eyes, your gaze meeting his pleading ones. "please?"

and gosh, you were weak.

you bit your lip, whining as his hold on your thigh tightened. you looked back at the mirror, eyes wide at the state of your fucked out body.

you watched.

he watched.

eyes glued to the way you pulsed and dripped—so used, so open, so full of him. he dragged a hand down to press just below your belly, where he could feel the last remnants of his release deep inside you.

you moaned helplessly when he pressed down, feeling a glob of cum fall out, tears escaping your eyes as you watchd it create a mess on the sheets.

and then you felt it. his cock, pressing against your entrance.

"wuah! aventurine!" you whimpered as you shook your head. "i-i can't! no moree! hmp!"

he pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he pushed his tip in. then, he let go and slammed in on brutal thrust inside you, making you scream out, voice broken and soaked in overstimulation.

"shhh, did i forget to tell you?" he whispered, a grin forming his lips as he looked at your fucked out reflection in the mirror. "this was supposed to be a punishment."

"a punishment for playing with me the entire time."

[mirrorpriest]

three rounds space — phainon & mydei

phainon x bottom male reader x mydei

requested!

a/n: it was a late post, but i hope this was to your liking! <3

the space was impossibly tight, the cold walls pressing in from all sides. you barely had time to react when you were unceremoniously shoved inside, squeezed between two imposing figure. worse, with two chrysos heir.

really. you just accepted phainon’s invitation to come with him on an errand, and then you guys met mydei along the way. who would have thought that you guys would end up in a dangerous situation though? you didn’t know how you three got stuck, but you had great hopes that the two chrysos heir would be able to find a way to help you out…

and unfortunately, you later learned that whatever pressure comes from the inside reflects back double, therefore mydei can’t just slam it open (with the possibility of it still failing) or else the punch would backfire and hit you guys instead, potentially putting your lives in grave danger.

so now, you guys were just stuck.

“…this is ridiculous,” mydei grunted, his tone edged with annoyance. you were pressed between the two, their chest pressing hard against your body, and honestly, it feels like…

“…being crushed by rocks.” you muttered, and the two looked at you, confused.

“sorry?” phainon asked, confusion laced in his tone as his hands braced themselves against the walls in an attempt to not crush you any further. however, the closeness was inevitable.

“seriously… why are you two so packed…” you let out a big sigh, your face dropping. what’s worse was they were bigger, taller, and stronger! it didn’t sit well with you, making you feel like a mouse trapped between a cat and dog. you were just grateful you weren’t being crushed to death… well, somehow.

“why are you even thinking about that?” mydei asked as he raised an eyebrow at your comment. his battle-hardened form pressed against your front, his hand placed against the wall while the other held your waist.

“what else am i supposed to think! escape?” you sarcastically said, looking up and meeting his surprisingly amused gaze, thanks to the light the walls somehow… has? on the other hand, phainon just awkwardly chuckled, and you huffed as you rolled his eyes at the two.

before once again, letting out a sigh.

“is it your habit to sigh so much?” mydei asked, tilting his head as he tried to get a good look on you. you felt a vein pop in your forehead at his question.

“are you angry, [n]?” phainon asked, his hands no longer bracing themselves against the wall but began to move and place them on your body, and it’s… making you feel things.

their touch was warm.

then, a sudden jolt from outside forcefully shifted your positions, making you fall back to mydei’s chest, his hands wrapping around you to keep you safe as he groaned at the impact of the wall behind while phainon tried his best to steady himself.

now you felt like being crushed.

“are you alright?” phainon asked and you simply nodded, your hands placed against the walls as you also tried your best not to lean on them. you nodded at his question before trying to shift into a more comfortable situation, despite the uncomfortable and annoying circumstance.

“w-wait… don’t move so much,” phainon gasped, one hand moving to your hip in an attempt to prevent you from moving back further.

“oh, sorry, just trying to… find a comfortable spot,” you mumbled, continuing to shift a few more times before phainon’s hand on your hip tightened and mydei’s hold on your waist pulled you, forcibly keeping you still.

“mydei!” you said, trying to remove his hold from your waist. he let go of you suddenly, making you fall back to the white-haired man who groaned behind you.

“sorry i—huh?” your eyes widened when phainon suddenly shifted, and you began to feel something hard poke at your back.

“p-phainon?” you stuttered, cheeks flushing in a deep shade of red as you thought about what it could possibly.

“no wonder you’ve been… looking like that, deliverer.” mydei huffed, a grin forming his lips. you couldn’t properly see phainon, but you can imagine him looking red as well. if that was what mydei was talking about.

now you really can feel the heat and tension inside. it’s not just them crushing you anymore, but also the warmth that radiated off from their body. it’s suffocating you, and for whatever reason, your senses seemed to heighten now that you gradually became aware of what the other has been feeling.

you were about to speak when phainon wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck. you froze, unsure of what to do before placing your hands on top of his arms that held you ever so gently.

“ha, you’re awfully clingy, deliverer,” mydei said, one hand placing itself on your hip while his other brought itself behind your head.

“don’t act like you’re not feeling the same way, mydei,” phainon mumbled and you noticed a hint of red forming on mydei’s cheeks, your eyes widening at the revelation.

“what are you guys… talking about?”

well, you weren’t a fool. but you couldn’t just… act without them confirming.

they were quiet, but their hands and the way they looked at you said otherwise. phainon’s hands moved under your shirt, feeling your soft skin as you squirmed under his touch while mydei stared at you, his fingers fidgeting with the strands of your hair.

“this isn’t really the right time to be telling this, no?” phainon chuckled as he lifted his head, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i don’t think this is the time to be getting hard as well,” you said as you frowned at his words, catching him off guard as he stammered with whatever excuse he’s trying to come up with before finally letting it go.

“r-right…” he mumbled, and mydei watched you two with amusement in his eyes.

“…this really is ridiculous,” mydei said, the hand behind your head moving under your chin and grabbing it. “i like you,” he said before slamming his lips against yours.

the kiss was quite rough as you kissed him back, placing your hands on his chest while phainon began to kiss your shoulder. mydei then pulled away and you were about to say something when phainon grabbed your chin this time. “i…love you,” he whispered and pressed his lips against yours, much more gentler than when mydei did.

everything was so sweet and passionate.

too passionate, even. you could feel phainon slowly grind against you from behind, mydei bringing a hand under your shirt right beside phainon’s, pinching your nipple, causing for you to let out a sound. phainon took this as an advantage to slip his tongue inside your mouth, devouring your mouth like it was all he needed to live.

you brought your other hand behind phainon’s head, gripping his strands and pulling him back. “you guys… seriously? in this …place?” you panted, glancing back at mydei, who just looked as lustful as the deliverer.

“why don’t you bring us back then?” phainon said, a chuckle escaping his lips. your eyes widened at his comment, your entire face turning red.

“wasn’t this your plan? using your ability to lock us up here so we can admit how we feel about you?” mydei said, lifting your chin to look at him straight in the eye.

…it’s all because they wouldn’t confess!

you didn’t want to confess first, but you knew they feel the same way, they were so obvious it’s driving you crazy!

but, you got what you wanted. you’ve made them confess, and your heart has been beating like crazy since then.

“haha…” you looked away, huffing with a pout now that you just got exposed.

“i didn’t know you were into this… sort of stuff, [n].” phainon laughed, his voice ringing melodically in your ears.

“shut up!” you said, completely forgetting about the hand that was still on your chest until mydei pinched your nipple once again, making you yelp.

“mydei!”

“that’s not all of it, right?” he said, tilting his head as he played with your nipple.

…maybe to solve your sexual frustration as well.

“…welll....have sex with me?…” you mumbled, looking down with a flushed expression.

“in here?” phainon asked, surprised by your words. “but it’s so cramped here, i’ve lost count how many times i bumped my elbow trying to touch you!”

with that, you placed a hand on the wall and increased the space just enough to provide each of you some space to move around.

“you really want to have sex here?” mydei asked as he raised an eyebrow at your… kink? was this even a kink of yours?

“i’ve just been wanting to try it because of the seven minutes in heaven the trailblazers introduced us to…” you mumbled. “i just think it’s super hot.”

…that was just a week ago.

phainon snickered before pinning you against mydei’s body, unzipping your pants as he nuzzled his face on your nape. “you’re so cute…”

mydei hummed, pulling you in for a kiss in which you eagerly returned. his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting yours and feeling every inch of your mouth. on the other hand, phainon pulled your pants down to your thighs along with your underwear, immediately wrapping his hand around your already hard dick.

you moaned at the sensation, mydei swallowing the sound with his mouth as phainon began to gradually move his hands, increasing the speed. mydei pulled away, and you were left moaning while phainon’s hand did its magic. his calloused, large hands that rubbed you good felt so wonderful you’re about to cum. a few more pumps, and more, and you were cumming, letting out a loud groan as you came on his hand.

“you came a lot,” phainon said, rubbing his nose against the crook of your neck, smelling your sweet scent. mydei’s hands moved down to your ass, pulling them apart as phainon’s finger, drenched in your cum, probed your hole.

“ahnn…” you whined, wiggling your hips just slightly before mydei forced you to remain still, and phainon inserted a finger inside.

“hm? you’re quite loose,” phainon stated, making you feel embarrassed.

“i…did it before meeting you,” you said. phainon hummed at that before inserting another finger, scissoring you open. you could only let out moans, distracted by the pleasure he was giving you with just his hand.

unbeknownst to you, mydei was feeling quite jealous now that your attention’s all on phainon. he brought a finger on your hole as well, probing it while phainon looked at him, a grin forming his lips. you were caught off guard when mydei suddenly inserted two of his fingers inside, choking out a moan as you felt more stretched than usual.

“f-fuck!” you groaned, looking up at mydei who was watching you with an intensity in his gaze you couldn’t quite understand.

“w-wait, you guys—! ah!”

“we’re just loosening you up,” mydei said, finally finding the spot that made you roll back your eyes.

then, they pulled away. “h-huh?” you let out, drool nearly escaping before phainon grabbed your chin and kissed you again. then, you felt something poke at your hole. thick, hot, and hard. you whimpered at the feeling before he quickly slammed it inside, the kiss getting cut off as a moan akin to a scream escaped your throat.

it felt so fucking good. his dick immediately hitting your spot as drool dripped down mydei’s chest. mydei chuckled at your reaction, bringing your lips to his, once again pulling you in for a kiss as phainon rammed inside you like a wild animal.

mydei pulled away and phainon lifted you up, exposing yourself to mydei if it weren’t for your pants that covered you. well, no longer there, at least, as mydei finally removed it before spreading your legs further.

“a-ah…” you let out, covering your face in embarrassment as phainon kept fucking into you, tears prickling your eyes as you looked at mydei, who had already pulled his cock out of his pants, rubbing it at the sight of your tight hole around phainon’s dick.

“think you can fit us both?” mydei asked, tilting his head as he looked at you, who looked at him in shock. phainon halted his movement, surprised by mydei’s request.

“that’s impossible!” phainon said, his brows furrowed as he looked at mydei as if he was crazy. “it won’t fit.”

“uhn…” you whimpered, the thought of having two of them turning you on more than you initially thought.

“you’re not the one taking it,” mydei scoffed as he glared at phainon, placing a hand on your thigh to spread them further, his other hand busy with rubbing his own dick.

“[n], you can’t possibly—“

“just… be gentle.” you mumbled, covering your face with both arms as your dick twitched at the thought, clenching a few times on phainon’s dick, making him groan.

“hah? you really…” phainon huffed as mydei teased his thumb inside, making you moan at the stretch.

“mhm…” you whined, grabbing mydei’s dick, surprising him, as you guided it to your hole. “it’ll fit…”

mydei groaned at that. phainon pulled out just a bit, enough so that mydei could enter. mydei began to push in, the burn of the stretch making you cry out.

“relax,” mydei said and you tried to do as he said. once you rwere relaxed enough, he pushed a few inches more, once again making you cry out… in both pain and pleasure. phainon hissed as mydei’s dick rubbed against his, his hold on your thighs tightening.

soon, mydei was fully inside you, and you’ve never been so stretched before. your stomach felt full, and you swore it feels like they’re nestled inside you. your arms were wrapped around mydei, phainon grinding ever so slightly behind as you whimpered.

“m..move… please…” you pleaded, grinding back against their dick. phainon just let out a quiet hum before the two began to move. phainon pulled back while mydei pushed in, carefully, in order not to rip your hole. as soon as they noticed you relaxing more, they began to increase their pace, relishing in the sounds of your moan as they gradually increased in volume.

tears formed in your eyes, mouth agape as they manhandled you like no tomorrow, fucking into you rough and fast. their rock hard body pressed against yours, the feeling of being pressed no longer felt like being crushed, rather it felt more like a pleasurable sensation similar to being choked that has you begging for more.

you rambled on, trying to get them to move faster, moaning both their names like a mantra, lost in the pleasure and sensation they gave.

you felt yourself twitch, the familiar knot forming in your stomach as you neared your release. you clenched around them, making them groan while phainon nuzzled his head on your shoulder, biting on the exposed skin and leaving a prominent mark. occasionally, he would let out whimpers and quiet moans, unlike mydei who’d let out grunts and groans at the feeling.

they weren’t far behind, either. you could feel their cock throb inside you, twitching as their climax reached them. you felt mydei press you back to phainon’s chest, his movement increasing, following phainon’s and your eyes rolled back, the sudden slam of their dick triggering the impending release. you came on your stomach, thick ropes of cum spurting from your dick while theirs filled you up, some of it dribbling down your plugged hole.

you three panted before mydei pulled out, and your hole clenched around phainon, making him moan. you tried to keep their seed inside, still lost in pleasure, before phainon finally put you down, hands holding your waist as your legs gave up. cum dripped down your legs, whining at the feeling of emptiness.

“so can we return back?” mydei asked, squeezing your ass and pulling one cheek apart while phainon watched their seeds dripped down, his dick once again hardening.

“uhn… remember when i introduced you guys to the two figures i can borrow powers from?” you mumbled, cheeks pressed against mydei’s chest.

they looked at you, confused as to why you suddenly brought this up.

“i made a deal with them not to let us out until we’ve had at least three rounds…”

“ah… you crazy man,” mydei said, once again picking you up and slamming inside your cum-filled hole.

“we’ll fuck you until you pass out, alright?”

[mirrorpriest]

: ̗̀➛ IN TIMES OF LONELINESS. yan! kaveh / gn! reader

you'd hope your lover would be more than supportive after a rare job opportunity comes your way. but you know how this story goes, not when the job listing needs you to be seas apart from this man.

( emotional dependence, emotional manipulation, you 👊👊 are a sucker for this blondie, subtle yandere )

kaveh is breathtakingly beautiful.

golden locks meticulously pinned into place, cascading down into a dark brown, once kaveh pulls the pins out and lets them free, he lowers his head to you. you're free to do whatever you want— tug it, pull it, ruin it, but you opt to run your hand through it. tenderly massaging his scalp, twirling the honey strand around your finger as he rests his head on your lap.

it’s a sight one might behold— the beauty of domestic bliss between lovers. the words pouring out of his mouth, however, leaves the air with a sour tang.

“please don’t leave me,” he whimpers. he’s been crying for an hour now, and as you wipe his newest tears off his delicate face, you wonder how he hasn’t run out yet. “i’ll do anything, anything. just– just don’t go, [y. name]. i’m begging you, don’t leave me alone.”

you sigh, and kaveh’s body seems to shake even harder at that. like every breath of air that comes from your lips holds nothing but contempt and disappointment for him. he’s heard you say the same reassurances again and again— that no, it’s not him, he’s never the problem, he’s just overthinking. he’s long kept quiet about those kinds of thoughts, but it’s still there, plaguing his mind till it goes mad with insecurity.

“i’m not leaving you, kaveh,” you try to explain to him for the nth time. “i’m leaving sumeru. there’s a difference.”

“i’m in sumeru!” his cries grow frantic as he clutches onto you. “our life is in sumeru! what– what do you expect me to do without you!"

pretty as your lover might be, there is a time when too much becomes too much. yet you try not to exhale too deeply, twist your lips too much, anything that might make his thoughts turn for the worse. you of all people now how bad that could be.

"kaveh..." you start as softly as you can, yet he still flinches. you pat his blonde hair down to soothe his badly shaken nerves, not knowing what tragic scenarios he's already imagined in that pretty lil brain. "i'll be gone for maybe, like, two months. tthreee months at most, maybe." you wince. maybe you shouldn't have added that last part. "in that time i will be writing you letters, sending you trinkets... there's fontainian desserts that i'm sure you're dying to try. it's like i never even left!"

he lifts his face from the wet patch of tears he's stained your pants with, staring at you with wide red eyes like he can't believe you. "are you even hearing yourself?" he sniffles, wiping his tears away. "it's not the same. letters and souvenirs won't change the fact that you're not here by my side."

you bite down your lip, frustrated. "is it really that bad?" you try to plead with him. "just give me two months at most and i'll be back. you have plenty of projects to keep your mind off of me. before you know it, i'll be right back here with you!"

again, he stares at you. it's not the pleading, teary ones that remind you of a neglected labrador but more like the academic that he is— looking into your eyes to strip you of every layer till you laid your soul out bare. you hate it when he looks at you like that; the jarring shift between the clingy crybaby and the man you've barely begun to know.

"you think that's enough to keep you off my mind? projects?" he tucks back a strand of your hair and trails his finger down your chin, absentmindedly taking in every detail of your face. when he becomes like this, you feel like one of his art projects rather than his partner, but you stomach it. "there's not a single second i don't think of you, priya. even if i toil the nights away, even when these unreasonable clients drive me crazy, you will always be the one to ground me. so you see—?"

twirling a strand of your hair and bringing it to his lips, his gentle red eyes take you in so lovingly and fondly that you feel all drive and determination shatter within you.

"it'd be punishment to derive me of you."

you suck in a breath. he's done this many times before; take you in and plead with you so lovingly that you bend to every whim of his. but not today, surely not—

"don't leave?" he murmurs, a poor man begging for crumbs. "please?"

he watches you. you watch him. and when your body folds and the light flickers from your eyes, he sighs happily and kisses you like you're the sweetest nectar in the world. you wonder if you can even forgive yourself after this.

[mirrorpriest]

oughhhh... could you pretty pretty please write a little bit about yan wanderer's reaction to realizing his darling is slowly but surely falling for him as well... a good spoonful fluff would also be appreciated if you're able to make it work!!! i lauve hardcore yanderes who are at the same time caring and soft partners </3

; soft yandere, drabble, modern au, college au, roommates, not proofread. i'm sorry anon i really didn't manage to capture his reaction in detail, i fear.

when sharing a living space with someone else, care is obligatory. it's unspoken, only verbalized through the harmonious split between chores, the shared duties of cooking, and the quiet humming of moving around the apartment. though, the word 'split' is much too generous of a word, with the way your roommate constantly insists on doing more than half of the chores all the time. in the beginning, you had suspected that the roommate you had gotten from the facebook group was a clean freak, obsessed with all things meticulous and proper.

you had been wrong.

his movements when cleaning are clumsy, his cooking leans toward being charred oftentimes, and he always mixes up the colored fabrics with the white ones. for quite some time, this disparity left you perplexed. why bother insisting when he can't even execute the chores properly in the first place?

you decided you had had enough when your favorite white t-shirt ended up being a mix of pink and red.

you trudge towards his elusive room, standing in front of his locked door. you only got to knock once before the door swings open with a loud bang, scaramouche stares at you with a look you can't quite place as he asks the purpose of your visit. with a sigh, you mindlessly reach out to wrap your arm around his slender wrist - the physical contact leaves him flinching.

"come with me," you urge, not thinking much of his reaction. you guide him outside his room and into the hallway that leads to the washroom.

"wah- why?" he sputters, gaze burning holes into your fingers.

"if you're so insistent on doing the laundry each and every time, then at least let me teach you how to do it properly," you sigh out, voice exasperated yet tinged with an undeniable softness. perhaps you should have been more annoyed at him for ruining some of your clothes because of his inadequacy, yet you can't deny that you appreciate the fact that he cares.

care is obligatory. but to care to this extent... is not.

you spent the entire evening drilling into his stubborn, indigo-head the rundown of doing the laundry. amidst the strange flush in his cheeks and the sudden, shy behavior he sometimes exhibits, you come to learn more about your roommate. you even delve into letting him allow you to create breakfast - charred toast and overcooked rice can only last you so long, after all.

still, he insists on cleaning and laundry duty no matter how much you bargained.

as you finish putting in the last batch of dirty laundry into the washing machine, you realize that there are many things you wonder about scaramouche. for one, why bother living with someone else when his life, that you've seen through cracks and glimpses, is of him coming from a wealthy background?

you truly don't understand him at times. well, most times.

the two of you retire to your respective rooms. scaramouche lingers around the entrance of his room, and when you send him an inquisitive glance, he utters out a hasty 'goodnight!' before slamming the door shut in your face.

you blink in disbelief before walking back to your own room. when you shut the door close is only then did you realize something. without your knowledge, it seems that a smile had long bloomed upon your face. you don't know when it got here, but suspect it had long been present.

the following morning, scaramouche wakes up to the smell of freshly cooked rice and perfectly browned chicken thighs. he nearly bashes his head into the wall in elation when he sees you waiting patiently for him. In between passing each other chopsticks and plates of food, scaramouche doesn't miss the way you now view him with a profound softness that differs from the day before.

he excuses himself into the bathroom to jump around in utmost joy once it sinks into his mind. while he may not be the best helper around the apartment, he certainly knows how to capture his beloved's heart in the most boyfailure way possible.

[mirrorpriest]

; yandere, the parent trap...

albedo, an artificial being born from his master's exceptional capabilities, has no means of reproducing biologically - he's all chalk and khemia. however, as an alchemist and pursuer of the truth, perhaps that problem can be solved.

as he stands before his research camp in dragonspine, he can't help but think that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. his imposter and his master's affinity for creation... he's not so different in a sense. in his hand, he holds a strand of your hair, a DNA sample - plucked when you were too busy gawking at his notes and potions when visiting earlier. it was all too easy.

he may not be able to reproduce in the traditional fashion that's expected from males made from flesh and bones, but an alchemist of his grandeur cannot be stopped once he sets his mind on something. he navigates through his reading materials and equipment with a clinical level of precision, eyes narrowed in focus.

a child. he will give you a child created in the same way he was. a child will be created whose genes and appearance are the perfect blend between you two - an ideal offspring.

this is the exact push he needed for you.

the next time he calls for you to visit him in dragonspine, you're greeted by the sight of an infant who eerily looks like you and him, with a star-shaped mark adorning their neck, identical to his.

confused, you move your gaze to look at albedo, searching for an explanation. all he provides is a minuscule smile.

he truly hopes you'll welcome the new addition to your family with the same warmth you have always kindly given him. he's sure klee will love having a new playmate, too.

[mirrorpriest]

thinking about how sweetly himeko coos at you and how lovingly she strokes her strap before she destroys you btw. if you even care

[mirrorpriest]

what do you think adult content is like in teyvat? i’ve been thinking about what the equivalent of a ‘cam girl’ might be . . . saucy kamera pictures sent in scented letters with a scrap of ribbon? a director like xavier working on small-scale pornographic productions and the ardent fans of certain actors? opera and burlesque performers that get just a little too risqué with their stripteases?

(and which characters prefer which type? obviously diluc and dain are the first kind; i think perhaps wriothesley and neuvillette are the last kind. as for the film connoisseurs . . . kaeya and ayato, perhaps)

[mirrorpriest]

info; Ayato x male reader, subbot male reader, topdom ayato, soft dom Ayato, ftm reader, reader is a doll made by shogun. reader has ball joints+long hair. kirara is mentioned briefly.

warnings; i mean, reader is technically a sex doll? anal, oral (ayato receiving), creampie, breeding, belly bulge, cum swallowing :3 cunt is used to describe reader

desc; i used this idea for a cai chat

Ayato wasn't expecting any mail today. So when a familiar nekomata youkai comes along, dragging an enormous human-sized box, tied with ribbons and held together tape. As Kirara placed an exquisitely qualified letter in his palm, she sighs, wiping sweat off her forehead. "Mister Ayato, I'm not sure what you bought, but it's really heavy! Nonetheless, be sure to give Komaniya Express a good review." She purred, giving him a thumbs up, before prancing away shortly after.

Ayaka wasn't home. Perhaps this was her mail? But what could she have possibly bought, for it to be this big?.. Upon checking the letter, he's bamboozled at the sight of his name scribbled neatly, and clearly on the front. "From Raiden Ei, Electro Archon, God of Eternity." ...What the hell? He understands small gifts every now and then for his accomplishments as the head of the Kamisato Clan, and as the Yashiro Commissioner.. but this? This felt almost too much. Why, and when did the Raiden Shogun decide to gift him such a large present?

Besides the initial confusion, he pushes the box a little deeper into his warm-toned home, tearing open the delicate ribbons and sticky tape. The moment he got the outer packaging off, the inside of the box was a Japanese-style presentation.. with a doll inside. A lovely, youthful young man, with gorgeous hair reaching to the back of his knees. All he wore was a plain, white dress shirt, tied to the box with zipties. Stunned, perhaps even embarrassed, his face flushes a persimmon red. It takes him a moment to fully process what the hell Her Excellency has just sent him, because this was certainly not a regular gift.

It wasn't long after you woke up, and scanned your surroundings.. did he realize what you were. A doll, for his pleasure, at his disposal.

Ayato smiled, as he'd press your face further down onto his crotch. He didn't know the Raiden Shogun could make such realistic puppets, one with a warm and wet mouth, coating his cock with saliva. You obediently bobbed your head up and down, licking and sucking, looking up every few moments for Ayato's eyes to meet back with yours. Tilting your head every few minutes, you'd lick in an upwards direction, before Ayato forces you to deepthroat him again with a loud moan.

He'd cum in your mouth, sticky and white fluid spurting onto your tongue with a satisfying groan. Before you could swallow his seed, he stops you.. to tilt your head up. "Don't swallow yet, darling. Look at me, mouth open." His words do not go unnoticed. Upon opening your mouth again, the sticky liquid stretches from the roof of your mouth to your soft, wet tongue. He chuckles, though you could hear his unsteady heavy breaths under his composure.

Once he pulls you off his cock lovingly, he gently carries you up and places you on the bed as if you weighed no more than a feather. Turning you flat on your stomach, you squeak as he combs his fingers through your long, long hair. Brushing it aside, you feel his hands trail down from the sides of your waist, down to cup your ass lovingly. "Such realistic flesh. Her Excellency must've put lots of effort into crafting you for me.." He grips your ass, spreading them apart, much like one would spread a feast.

You lightly sway and kick your legs, feeling unfamiliar excitement shoot up your soft body. Originally, you knew you had to follow a set of orders, and no emotions were to get in the way of your duty as a pretty little doll. That was all cast aside, the moment Ayato lined his tip to your tight rim, unsure if he was even able to fit into your body. Your doubts were eased, the moment he'd roughly squeeze his large into your surprisingly wet cunt. You let out an embarrassing loud mewl, tears brimming your eyes as he pulls out all the way to his tip.. then slams back right in. He groans, moans, and he even throws his head back while he fucked you into his expensive pillows. Drooling all over the pillow covers, your body malfunctions as shockwaves travels up your artificial spine. Every time he'd thrust into your pussy, you can hear his chuckle and laughs in between every whimper he let out through your fucked out brain.

As your tummy rubs against the exquisitely soft mattress, you sputter out another sound while your flesh clenches down hard on his dick, squirting out all the juices you never knew you had. Ayato even took the liberty of rubbing your knees and elbows, your ball joints, as if he knew these were sensitive from the beginning. "Ah, reading that manual just to make you shiver is so satisfying.." Caressing your body, the one an Archon carved for him, as you feel that hollow feeling in your body be filled up with his load yet again. Sure, all of it would definitely spill out the moment you stood up, but it wouldn't take long before he'd fill you up again with you sprawled over his bed, bent over his desk, or even sandwiched between him and a wall.

Lots of his undone fantasies, he can finally release them all into you. No need to find a mistress any longer, no need to worry about an heir. After all,

You had the ability to carry a baby.

BAH THIS WAS SO BAD IDK???

[mirrorpriest]

dottore lab mouse reader dollification you haunt me every day

[mirrorpriest]

Dottore finding out that you, a fellow harbinger, is actually an Omega and decides to create a special cologne that triggers your heat upon inhalation. Bro, imagine he wears this at the next meeting—while sitting next to you😳

And yes, you are the only omega in the group

the kind of thing he would do, honestly. fucking around to find out.

but oh. the possible horror of being an omega - the only harbinger omega, in fact! how hard you would have to work to keep it secret - and how likely it would be that at least one of them already knows, and is just waiting.

what an inconvenient time for your head! how desperately you press your thighs together, trying to keep your mind on the meeting as you feel your temperature climb. is dottore shifting closer to you, or are you imagining things? you hope your pheromones haven’t grown too strong, but there’s a peculiar frisson in the air. the discussion is growing stilted.

you have to get out of there before it all gets too much.

[mirrorpriest]

Cuddling and taking care of Aether after he passed out once he stepped in mondstandt, like hes in your house on your bed and super embarrassed! (Ofc his being ur shy bf) Pls i love him so much hes a precious bby REE HES ADORABLE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH-- uh- I think Lumine is after me guys💀

♡ Aether. ♡

You can bet on all of your Mora that Aether let's himself get roughed up by his enemies just to get spoiled by darling's attention. A bruise here, deep gash there, maybe even a broken bone if he's feeling really needy that day. Lucky him he's a fast healer but his darling doesn't really know that...!

He's also so sweet, no one expects him to anything so brash. He is also the Honorary Knight of the city, why on earth would he have any ulterior motives? He doesn't, he swears....!

Aether is a sneaky little thing though, his darling won't see anything wrong with his actions. He has his reasons, you're sure of it. It has become a little habbit of yours to wait for Aether at the city gate, and the young outlander comes running straight into your arms, a large smile on his face. No matter how bad his wounds are, he always feels better with his darling by his side. He gets a little greedy with your affection though and he doesn't really like it when you look at others for too long. He also always makes sure to bring you some gifts from his travels, it's the least je could do.

Aether hasn't seen you for so long, all he wants to do is be with you, and just be smothered with love. Tell him you love him, play with his hair, ask him about his travels. He will answer all od your questions, don't you worry. Just keep your eyes on him and there won't be any problems.

[mirrorpriest]

♤ Deus Vult - II

Translation: God wills it

Includes: Self Awareness, Yandere, (Implied future) Harem, Religious, and Cult AU

Warning: Yandere, talks of religion, mentions of death, implied k/idnapping, implied dru/gs, paranoia, obsessive behavior, existentialism, manipulation, weird (sensual?) behavior, off-putting behavior displayed.

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: Finally, after 2-3 months… it’s done! Hope you guys like it and that it makes up for the wait.

This was written with mature audiences in mind.

Zhongli was a man of traditions, he liked things done a certain way — the way they had always been done. Today, as Teyvat awaited your awakening, this particular trait found itself shining more than ever.

Were these truly the finest silks the land had to offer? Maybe the scholars were wrong and this shade wasn’t your favorite, did he have time to reread that passage and confirm it? Are the flowers truly at the center of the tables; they don’t quite look right to him.

A perfectionist in every sense of the word, Zhongli’s thoughts raced around his head with such intensity it made him overthink the very act of breathing.

It wasn’t like the others were much better, the Crux had run into trouble — albeit carrying important passengers such as the Yashiro Commission's Kamisato Ayaka and Thoma, even the Raiden Shogun (much to a certain poet’s annoyance and distaste) and the ever-loyal Kujou Sara, even the Anemo archon himself, who is known for his care-free nature, was running around the premises fixing a few of his last-minute arrangements, all while the Ordus Favonius finalized the preparations for your escorting with the help of the Millelith and other high-ranking officers from around Teyvat. The halls of the palace, courtesy of Zhongli and Albedo who spent weeks using their powers and knowledge to create the most serene and prestigious building they could humbly offer you, were all but bustling with chatter and high energy — maids and servants of the highest caliber ran around cleaning and fixing what was out of order, chefs and cooks from all corners of Teyvat prepared their dishes and finished their courses.

It had been a long, long time since Dragonspine had been this lively.

His thoughts are broken by a high-pitched voice, one he’d grown to associate not with its owner but rather her companion, shouting his name. As a man who’d lived over six millennia, it took the former archon much self-control not to turn around and tape the floating “emergency food”’s — as she had been so nicely nicknamed by the Traveler — mouth shut and trap her in a crystal for a good hundred years; there wasn’t a moment to spare, not to mention they should be watching over you and not prancing around.

“Zhongli, Zhongli!” Paimon’s voice rang and the aforementioned turned around and found himself standing face to face with Lumine and her friend, both looking excited and slightly panicked, a mix that set off alarm bells in the, slightly irritated, god's head.

“Hmm? Traveler, Paimon,” he acknowledged them, raising an inquisitive eyebrow as he took in their heaving chests and panted breath, what exactly could be so important as to have them leave their post - thought the former-archon, “shouldn’t you be looking over Rem*?”

There’s an accusatory tinge to his voice that has their floating companion’s eyes widen and let out a nervous laugh that has his heart stop in his tracks – a laugh like that from Paimon meant something, good or bad - big or small - happened, things shouldn't be happening –– not now.

“About that,” Paimon explains, a long pause hangs in the air before she whispers hurriedly, “they’re with Mister Albedo right now, you see– they’ve woken up and, well, there seems to be a tad bit of a problem…”

Albeit a whisper, it seems everyone must have heard, or maybe it was due to the sudden change in Zhongli's demeanor that caught their eye, because as soon as the words are uttered silence fills the once noisy halls. Questioning gazes are sent between guests and the people around the premises: had they heard right? Were you truly awake? Others note the last few words; a problem? Were you alright? Had they brought in the wrong person?

Some continue working while others are too stunned to continue their tasks, opting to gossip amongst themselves.

“They’ve woken up?” Zhongli asks again as if in utter disbelief, attempting to confirm what he’d heard; he’d waited for this day for so long, to have this news delivered to him, and yet he found himself doubting the words spoken to him. He turns a blind eye to the gawking gazes from the workers and focuses on trying to control his thumping heart.

“Yes.” Paimon laughs again, clearly uncomfortable by the atmosphere that now presented itself in the room, almost hoping everyone would turn around and go back to their tasks rather than ogle at the trio but she couldn't bring herself to blame them for their interest.

“Very well…” He pauses, trying to collect his thoughts and not to turn into the giddy mess his body wanted to become, “everyone; let’s hurry up, there’s no time to waste,” Zhongli says, his voice commanding - he doesn’t even spare anyone a glance, too doused on the adrenaline pumping through his veins as the news settled in, “do not disappoint our providence.”

After that, it doesn’t take long before Venti, who’d overheard the news from his hiding spot as he tried to rid himself of some responsibility, and himself are running down the intricate hallways to find you. The next few hours after your awakening had been meticulously planned, they were originally meant to meet you with their fellow archon, and yet they can’t help themselves but be drawn to you.

Beelzebub would be mad, not only was she behind schedule but she wouldn’t witness their god’s first waking moments but honestly, Barbatos didn’t mind nor did Morax.

When they arrive at your chambers, a temporary accommodation - of course (as they all wished you move into their respective regions), they’re greeted by your puzzled stare. Your figure was almost lost in the sea of silks and pillows that had been laid around you but your aura was too strong, it was impossible not to recognize who you were.

“Your highness,” Venti awed, his eyes widened in admiration and disbelief – so many years chasing after you finally felt like they'd paid off, “you’re here, finally!”

It takes Zhongli, his long-time friend (and technically co-worker) to slap a hand on his shoulders and force him to stay put for him not to throw himself into the bed beside you and drown you in thousands of years of pent up love.

“Behave yourself,” he mutters just loud enough for Venti to hear, his stone-cold exterior betrayed by the golden glow in his eyes as he took in the sight before him, “your grace," he cleared his voice, "apologies for my companion and his sudden actions, we’re all simply overjoyed for your arrival.”

There’s a silence that seems like it’s meant to be your cue to say something but nothing comes to mind – your mind drowning in what you can only describe as a drunken haze –, something that wasn't particularly helped by the fact you had no idea what was happening.

“I’m sorry but,” you laugh awkwardly, hoping to alleviate the tension in the room, “what’s going on?”

This felt like a dream, a dreadful dream where you were seized in your sleep and taken to some sort of historic chateau and forced to play the role of a sovereign or divinity. You were surprised you hadn’t shrieked at the blonde woman who had been staring at your sleeping form when you’d woken up, you would have thought your reaction would’ve been more aggressive and confrontational - cuss words being cried and more throwing of cushions or even punches and kicks, instead - you timidly inquired about your locations, too drowsy (which would later be confirmed to be due to the liquid Albedo has you ingest earlier) and with little memory to react normally. The woman, whose name sounds familiar - Lumine -, answers with all but too much eagerness, her tone pleasant as she beams about how you’re in Dragonspine and Teyvat before an ocean of thanks are sent your way as she credits her achievements and efforts to you – some sort of deity in her life that had aided her in trying and tough times. Unfortunately, you can’t quite say you remember the woman in front of you — something that shocks her greatly and seemingly sends her into a panic when you inform her.

“Oh heavens,” she mutters, looking around in a panic, her previously joyous exterior now replaced by an uneasy look in her, honestly, soft and lovely face, “Albedo…”

She looks at you once more, golden-brown eyes filling with sorrow as she asks once more; “Are you certain you don’t remember me?”

“Or Paimon?” Her companion, a floating pixie of sorts, asks - her high tones contrasted by the downcast look in her eyes and your heart breaks at the sadness your words seemed to bring.

“I’m sorry but no.” You admit, your memory is all but a gray fog; your past feels dream-like, you remember being a student of sorts and working a job, some sort of family, and few friends, but everything felt like it was coated in a layer thick goo making it impossible to properly recognize or even tell apart what was fantasy from reality. You’re mortified to admit it but you don’t even really remember the faces of your parents or if you even have siblings or relatives at all, even less about any hobbies or interests, the only true indication something was off being the uncomfortable thumping of your heart — if it weren’t for that and your concerning lack of memory nothing would’ve felt too wrong at all.

A blond man came into the room after that, he'd been fetched by the two - who'd rush to find him, he carried a notepad and seemed confused - about what you didn’t know, you had little to no clue what was going on in your head, it was practically impossible for you to try and guess pretty much anything - he came to a halt beside the bed you laid in.

“Your highness, it’s an honor to finally meet you — I’m Albedo, Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius and your humble follower,” he bows, his turquoise eyes analyze you in, what you think is, marvel and affection once he stands back upright, “the Traveler told me you seem to be suffering from some sort of memory loss and since I’m the one who brought you here - it’s my responsibility and duty to look over your health, I'll make sure to see all matters that pertain to your health personally.”

“I… I see.” You murmur, overwhelmed by his looks and the words coming out of his mouth — neither made much sense to you but at this point, your head is pounding and you’re too weary to try and figure either out. How a man could look so handsome and elegant, yet adorable and pretty baffled you – much like the beauty Lumine seemed to unknowingly have.

He took a bunch of tools, none of which you were familiar with or looked particularly modern, and began examining you while the blonde woman left with her friend. It took him a couple of minutes before declaring nothing was wrong other than your seeming memory loss.

“We’ll perform a couple of tests to see what could have happened,” he says, he begins putting his things away before a thought seems to come to him having him correct himself, “if that’s what you want, of course, if you find my analysis wrong - please tell me.”

“I think you're right,” you nod, “...and it'd be nice to fix it.”

It’s then when the two figures come into the room followed by Lumine and you find yourself where we started a while ago.

“It seems they’re suffering from some sort of amnesia,” Albedo explains to the two confused men, “their memories aren’t clear and it seems like they don’t recall much.”

“And how did this happen?” Venti asks, his voice shaking — did his god not remember him? All of the sacrifices and vows he took in their name?

“We’re not sure, it might have to do with them being asleep for so many years,” the alchemist sighs, “or it could be that they were away from Teyvat for too long, it’s possible that when they came back their memories were affected — whatever the case is, I’m sure it’s not irreversible.”

The archon nods, though it’s clear they’re attempting to mask their disappointment.

“Well, if that’s the case,” the shorter god exclaims, clapping his hands in an attempt to cheer up the mood, “then we better fill them in!”

“Right,” amber eyes break away from you, finally allowing you to breathe, “if I’m not mistaken, dinner should be ready too, I’m sure you must be hungry.”

Zhongli turns to address you, his eyes take a sudden glow; one filled with love and admiration and you’re taken aback, you instinctively want to shield yourself away from the intensity in his eyes but force yourself to nod - albeit stiffly.

“I… I guess.” You mumble – you hadn’t been paying much attention to your body - you weren’t starving but eating something would be nice, you think to yourself.

“Lumine,” Venti looks at the outlander, “go tell the others to set the table while we prepare our highness for dinner.”

"We haven't introduced ourselves," the taller male realizes, his eyes widening in embarrassment, he coughs into his hands before bowing – similarly to how Albedo had done, "My name is Zhongli, though you might have remembered me as Rex Lapis or Morax – I'm the former geo archon in charge of Liyue, and the oldest of your followers. I want to humbly thank you and, if you would allow me, serve you for as long as I am of use to you."

"I'm the archon in charge of Mondstad, Barbatos the anemo archon, though I have been going by Venti," the short bard follows his friend's suit, bowing down as a sign of respect, "I want to thank you, not only for your blessings but the protection you have extended to Mondstad. For as long as you want me to, I am honored to serve you personally."

"There's no need to bow," you wave your hands nervously, shocked by the humble actions performed by the two men, "and there's nothing to thank me for... I have no idea what you're even talking about."

"That's only because you've lost your memory," Morax said, "it's only natural we attribute the good in our life to your kindness."

"And don't try and argue us on that," Venti smiles, "now, let's go! We should be getting you ready for dinner~"

You’re led to a luxurious bathroom, one you’re certain isn’t yours based on how expensive and elegant everything looked - albeit a bit old fashioned, maybe extremely old fashioned -, and told to strip bare and climb onto an already, suspiciously to your liking, prepared bathtub that’s probably bigger than any tub should be.

"You two will be here?" You ask, you had thought they'd escort you and wait outside yet neither made a move to leave.

"We can't," the amber-eyed archon cleared up, "we need to make sure nothing happens, it would be a tragedy if anything were to happen to you and we weren't there to prevent it or help you; we wouldn't be able to forgive ourselves."

You stared at them baffled, you might not remember much of your life prior to these last few hours but you were certain you were in no position of power or significance to need such care and attention.

"It's not like I would die if you weren't here, though, I won't fall over and hit my head and, like, bleed to death underwater." You mutter under your breath, it was getting hard not to be overwhelmed by the amount of care and detail they seemed to dedicate to you – it's almost as if they thought you'd touch the water and evaporate!

It seems your words only concern them more, the mere thought of your death seems to have caused Zhongli an internal heart attack as he tries not to lose his composure – Venti's eyes widen almost comically as he tries to convince you to let them stay.

"Your grace, don't even say that as a joke!" Venti pants, as if in physical pain, "W-we have to stay here and look over you! You can't be left alone because... what if you do fall underwater a-and bleed to death, we wouldn't be able to live and -!"

“Fine, fine!” You finally comply after Venti almost bursts into tears, "Just, turn around while I get ready!"

You don’t quite understand why you’re doing as you’re told, then again — you didn’t understand much at all. You slip off the sleeping garments and awkwardly make your way into the tub, the water splashing and signaling the men to turn around and make their way to service you (much to your embarrassment).

"You don't have to do this," you squeak when you feel long fingers find their way to your shoulders, "I can wash myself, t-thanks!"

"Please," you hear a deep voice near the shell of your ear and you almost jump into the water, "I've wanted to do something like this with you for such a long time."

"And you're pretty tired, right?" A sing-song voice peaks beside you, "Why don't you let us take care of you?"

"... Okay." You let out, trying not to enjoy the feeling of their hands massaging away your stress.

"Ah," you hear Venti moan, excitement evident in his voice, "you're too kind to us~"

A few minutes go by of pure silence, the only sound is the rustling of the water and soap against your skin.

“When can I go home?” You ask, finally breaking the silence, you might not remember much and you were certainly growing to enjoy the pampering but you know this is not your home; though familiar, as are the faces that surround you, you just feel it somewhere deep in your gut that this isn’t where you belong nor where you’re from.

“Hmm? Your grace,” the bard laughs, his voice as charming and delicate as a dandelion floating in the wind, “but you are home.”

“I’m not,” you shake your head, a million and one reasons as to why this isn’t your home come to your head and yet you find articulating them hard, like a child struggling to reason with a parent, “Why don't I remember anything?”

The thought bothers you greatly, the lapse in memory - this vast blank space that now resides in your mind - aggravated you, it made you feel as if you were less you than before, your memories were vague and they left an ache in your body; you felt incomplete.

“It must be distressing,” Zhongli agrees with you, his hand comes to rest against your bare skin, “but you’re safe, no harm will ever come to you here - we’ll accompany you until your memory returns and continue to do so afterward.”

“Zhongli is right,” Venti nods enthusiastically, “you’re the most precious person in Teyvat, your happiness and safety will always be our priority.”

There it was again – those names that felt familiar.

“Exactly, Beelzebup, Barbatos, and I will always be there for you,” Zhongli says, “even if this doesn’t feel like home to you today, eventually it will.”

Morax, Barbatos, and Beelzebup, Lumine, and Albedo — why did they sound so familiar? Like something you should know, like something you knew but forgot, it was such a distressing feeling it made you want to scream.

“Is something the matter? You look concerned.” Venti asks, his hand resting upon your bare shoulder as if trying to ground you.

“No, not at all,” you shake your head, they don't seem to believe it so you add, “I’m just tired, that’s all – it's just been very eventful.”

They nod in understanding, your lackluster answer seemed to be enough, before resuming washing you – fresh smelling soaps and fragrances were used with no hesitation, all which looked particularly expensive much to your surprise – it felt wrong to have such luxuries used on you. You notice that their touches are delicate, not too soft but not too harsh, almost a fleeting in their contact but concrete enough you knew they had happened - they kept treating you as if you were a doll made of the finest of porcelains and you’d crack under the slightest of pressure; which, considering you had two gods, and one of them is known as the Ruler of War, who'd fought their fair shares of battles and wars it’s safe to say that there was a chance you’d break if they weren’t careful (even if they tried to convince themselves they couldn’t possibly harm you).

Something (read: your health being affected) neither they nor Teyvat, in its current state, could handle — not when changes seemed to be coming from all horizons and especially when they’d been waiting nothing short of several millennia for your arrival. It stood without a doubt to everyone, even those that didn’t believe in you as God, that you were perhaps the most important person in the continent, a being whose mere existence meant more to the earth and the ones walking on it than any other had or ever would.

By the time you’ve stepped out of the bath and re-dressed in new clothes, which you can only call more “period” or “world” appropriate, you’re given a couple of minutes to yourself.

"We'll be waiting outside your door to escort you," the geo archon says, his posture almost mimicking that of a butler, "call us when you're ready."

They soon left you alone with your thoughts and a pounding headache that ambushed you.

From the moment you’d gained consciousness, you’d been victim to, what felt like, a wave of headaches that came and went as they willed. Your overridden senses had blocked most of the pain out, the constant new stimulation of new parties and their reactions in addition to your lack of awareness and dizziness left little to no time for your brain to process the pounding headache that is currently tormenting you – it was almost as it was attempting to make up for the time it hadn't been there.

The bed you’d once laid in had been made, its sheer size and luxurious look overwhelmed you — you rack your brain in an attempt to figure out the multiple questions that plagued your mind; where on earth were you? What was Teyvat or Dragonspine? Who were Barbatos, Beelzebup, and Morax? Why did their names and Lumine’s sound so familiar? Who brought you here?

Who were you?

Were you truly some sort of respected being? Were you originally from here at all? All memories, all vague and messy memories, you had depicted you living an almost horribly mundane life, one where you were just another faceless person in the sea of society. No luxuries, no titles, little to no friends, was there even a family? This was a world so different from the one you seemed to have come from, filled with people you simply didn’t recognize, and yet here you were, practically shoved into a situation you didn’t understand nor consent to.

You sniff as you feel tears well in your eyes, you let yourself flop into the bed, the same that felt foreign on your skin but was seemingly made for you; you were crushed.

Your questions were ignored or you couldn’t even voice them, too scared and bewildered to even make a peep. That and the fact that when you’d finally gotten the chance to be with people who seemed to at least have some idea of what was going on your brain seemed to give out on you - giving in to the peer pressure and letting them do as they pleased -, you wanted to slap yourself and berate your idiotic, foolish actions.

“A dinner where my question will be answered,” you mutter, remembering the offer made by Zhongli, “…”

If you were honest, dinner didn’t sound particularly appetizing – not with how sick to your stomach your worries made you – but you wanted answers, desperately so. You sough once more, you take a glance at the room, making sure to note if anything looked fake - like a set for some television show - hoping this was maybe a cruel prank -, before making way to stand up and call for one of the two men who’d been assisting you, as they put it, when something catches your eye.

A couple of feet away from the bed laid a vanity, one you hadn’t paid much mind to at all before, but it currently seemed to emanate a certain glow, it was mesmerizing with the way it seemingly dyed its surroundings a captivating purple and you find yourself almost not noticing the pair of amber-brown eyes that minded you through the glass.

“…!” You gasp, instinctively climbing back into the bed and far away from the vanity — a blond man looked at you, his face youthful and reminiscent of Lumine’s, his eyes were somber yet they held a tinge of hope as they softened at your shocked reaction.

“It’s alright,” the man says, he raises a gloved hand and touches his side of the mirror, “I just wanted to see you, I won’t harm you - ever.”

You almost want to reach out to him, walk up to the vanity and mimic his movement to see if you could touch him; “… Where am I?”

You unconsciously crawl the bed to get a closer look at the figure speaking to you – had you lost your mind?

“Hmm, they haven’t told you?” He inquires, his eyebrows furrow — you don’t question why he knows there are multiple people.

“No,” you add quickly, almost as if trying to defend them, “but they did say I’m in Teyvat.”

“Then you know.” He looks at you quizically, as if that were the answer to all of your questions and you were foolish for not knowing it.

“I’m supposed to know,” you insist, growing slightly agitated — why did everyone assume you knew and get disappointed when you didn’t instead of telling you, “but I don’t, I don’t even remember what happened before I got here, damn it and no one has tried telling me either, I'm just – ugh!”

“Please, calm down, I'll explain it for you,” the man sighs and his voice suddenly takes a softer tone, "it must be upsetting to not know and I don't blame you for being annoyed," he’s deep in thought before continuing, “Teyvat is another continent from yours, it’s, how can I say it, simply another world. You were brought onto Teyvat because they,” he motions behind you, “think you’re their God.”

”Me as their God?” You want to laugh, a god? You? Please, you’d make a better clown than a god, “Are they… are they insane?”

“Probably,” the man laughs, your heart skips a beat at his smile, “at least now you know where you are.”

“And another world? How is that… why?”

“It’s just how things are sometimes,” he doesn’t bother to try and explain it further and you don’t pry — it was all too much, “I know you probably don’t believe me, but things will become clear in due time.”

“You’re right, I don’t believe you,” you mumble, other worlds and godhood? You want to laugh.

“As I said, things will make sense eventually,” he shrugs, his next words confuse you, he seemed more relaxed than before, “if you ask me, while you’re certainly special, I don’t know if I think you’re Rem.”

“Gee, thanks.” You look away from him but still answer.

“Do me a favor,” he continues, paying no mind to your dry answer and clear doubt, he rests his cheek against his palm, “don’t tell anyone you met me.”

“If I told anyone a man in a mirror started talking about me being God and inter-world traveling I’m sure no one would believe me if I tried,” you finally return your gaze to the man.

Silence rings as you both stare at each other, seemingly taking in the other’s presence – it's not awkward, the silence feels comfortable and you find yourself quickly growing fond of the mysterious man.

“What’s your name?” You finally ask, and he lets out a chuckle before answering.

“Aether, and yours?”

“[Y/N]."

“It’s a nice name,” Aether comments though it seems like he might have already known it, “it's good to know you’re safe… take care until we meet again, alright?”

“You're leaving already?” Your heart suddenly feels heavy at the thought of the only person who'd attempted to explain and listen to you leaving, "... Take care too, Aether."

"... if you ever feel like things are too much with them," he adds, his voice turning serious once more as if detecting the sadness in your tone, "tell me and I'll take you away, darling."

After his curious words, he turns around after taking one last longing glance at you, and just like that he’s gone.

As you take in what had transpired in the last couple of hours, you feel yourself wanting to cry and simply sleep forever; from claims of godhood in your name to waking up in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by strangers… that uncanny feeling of familiarity that gnawed at your mind, the encounter with a mirror man, and the fact you just… went along with everything.

You stand up, lazily rubbing your eyes and looking around, you hear your stomach groan – you're hungry –, it's then you remember the two men standing outside.

Weren't you just lucky a banquet was now being held in your name?

[mirrorpriest]

i would like to study you, if you don’t mind

[mirrorpriest]

Random brain rot but I suddenly imagined prison guard Aether and inmate Lumine.

Never in your life did you imagine yourself in the position you were currently in but that was the reality you were living in at this exact moment. Framed for a murder you did not commit you got sent to a prison and you immediately realized you how much you stood out there.

All of the inmates were terrifying but their crimes did vary - from petty theft, to assault, usage of drugs, murder and everything in between, it was clear that you were just a little lamb that was thrown into the pit of merciless wolves.

Your roommate did nothing to ease your worries either.

Lumine was one of the most terrifying people you had met in your whole entire life, even if she was never actually cruel or mean to you in any way, shape or form. Despite her small stature and soft voice it was obvious that she ran the entire prison like a well oiled machine. Most feared and respected her while others were dumb enough to challenge or make fun of her.

None succeeded in their quests.

Everyone would either receive the infamous glare™ from her or the cold shoulder and that was on a good day. But you? She was so soft and sweet to you that it felt more like a burden rather than a blessing. Everyone in the vicinity knew you as Big Bad Lumine's little plaything which made your already miserable existence even more unbearable.

As you lay in her lap she tells you stories from her childhood and how much she missed her twin brother. "You would really like him." she'd say, her eyes everted towards the small window that gave her a glimpse of the starry sky. "You're going to meet him soon enough anyway."

You were fast asleep, much to her delight.

The next few weeks after that became even more confusing than they already were. There was talk about a new guard that would regularly patrol the areas Lumine was in and just a few days after the rumors spread like wild fire you actually managed to meet the new guard.

He called himself Aether and he was as sweet as he was pretty, and he was very pretty. He gave you things, many things such as candy, books and little items that could dull the boredom that haunted your sad cell. He was extremely doting and thoughtful but even so, alarm bells rang in your head. Prison guards are hardly ever this nice, why on Earth was this guy giving you so much special treatment?

You felt like cracking your skull open once you figured out that Aether and Lumine were related. How did you not see it sooner?! Idiot, you'd shout to yourself inside your head as you stared at them in horror. It was so obvious, so stupidly obvious that you practically deserved a beating.

Your particular prison was known to mistreat its inmates and guards beating them up was a common occurrence but no one laid a single finger on you. Aether was covering for you, do it would seem. It was strange to see the pretty blond man with a vicious grin on his face as he smacked around several of the inmates on a regular basis, quickly earning a wretched reputation in record time... And then him turning to you, suddenly smiling and being the cute boy he wants you to see.

But what the twins what to see the most in the world is freedom. They want to be together, they want to be free.

But now, they wanted you in that fantasy of theirs as well.

And they were going to do everything to turn that fantasy into a reality.

[mirrorpriest]

kaeya or zhongli on their knees?? pls am begging,, ur work is so good

word count. 1.1k

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cults themes, power dynamic (in readers favor), general cult au + sagau shit, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. i promise i'm not dead guys... i hope u like this nonnie, i chose zhongli cus im predictable but if u want kaeya too pls feel free to send another req!!!!

“Kneel.”

Zhongli listens with all of the urgency unbridled in his bones, reverence and fervor burning his skin as he bends his waist. 

It’s not his place to question you, nor is it his place to wonder. He doesn’t concern himself with the reasons for your request— you’ve echoed your order, and isn’t it only right that he kneels before you? 

He settles into place as if he had long been torn away, now back where he was always meant to be. A mellow silence engulfs the two of you, but it is a comfortable silence. To listen to you breathe is a blessing unto itself, and he yearns for nothing else but to sit by your side. To be able to hear your voice was worth every millennia he spent waiting. For even the briefest moment to touch you, he would go through all of it again. 

Zhongli is known by many names— Morax, Rex Lapis, God of Geo, God of War, God of Contracts— each another layer to his image, but all of his titles are discarded when he is in front of you. His head dips forward, every breath held close to his chest; all of the rightful ego of a god lost within the swaddling warmth of your chambers. 

His body creaks in place, eyes stuck at your feet. The heat of your gaze washes over him like sun flares, whipping at his flesh with embers. Zhongli takes note of the places where your eyes stray for longer— does his appearance please you? Or do you find those parts of him unpleasant? 

Despite how his lungs struggle, it feels right to be burned by you, to feel his heart palpitate in his chest from your glance alone. It’s his place to be beneath you like this, akin to the ground you walk on; dirty his soul, and it will still call for you; it will still howl with the urge to kiss your feet— to hold your ankles as if they were porcelain inlaid with gold, lay benign kisses to every inch of skin, murmur all of his prayers into the warmth of your flesh until every moment where he did not love you in his youth has been made up for. 

Whispered orisons and pleas in the silent cold of his room do not satiate him any longer. Adhering to every order and request does not prove how unlike he is of his past self. He wants to worship you until every part of his arrogance is turned into only devotion for you. 

How else is he to prove worthy? How else is he meant to treat you, if not with all of himself? 

Ask him to stay in place, and it is only a question of how long. Another thousand years to his lifetime of eternities is nothing if you are what awaits him. Let the moss cake him and the lichen curl around his limbs; he will keep his eyes open until he can catch glimpse of you again.

Zhongli’s expression gives nothing away to the severity of his thoughts, to the fervent piety churning within— his face is pulled taut, composed and as still as a winter's lake, still untouched by the sun's warmth. 

Your hand cups his cheek, tilting his head up to face you.

Despite the unsaid permission, Zhongli doesn't allow himself to look at your face. He gulps down the desire until it sits with his heart, thumping in his throat. A punishment of his own design for failing to prove himself any better than he was once before— still unworthy to worship you in the way you deserve.

He doesn't dare to bask in your gaze, to soak in your light as if it's a sunbeam; your touch, even if only brushed along his skin, is enough to leave him weak and out of breath. The brief phantom of your nails against his chin leaves him biting the inside of his cheek, choking down the whimper that yearns to come out.

All he wishes is to say your name until it's ringing in his ears, the only word he cares to understand.

"You're so beautiful." Your thumb swipes over his lips, soft and malleable under your fingers. Your name seems to get louder in his mind, his heartbeat drumming against his veins like agitated waves against a cliff face. "I want you to look at me, Zhongli."

He no longer hesitates. Your order ripples in his mind for only a second before he complies, uncaring for how weak his legs may turn. All he bothers to think is that you have asked him to do so, and so he must.

Zhongli has wondered before what it is like for a mortal to see a god's body. What is it like to look on their majesty, to feel so infinitesimal in comparison? He wonders what it is like for man to see him, how their blood flows so quick at the sight.

But every time he looks at you, he understands. He knows what it is like to look upon a being, gaze at their light; to feel so small in comparison. He is nothing when compared to you, but is he meant to be anything more? You are the brightest sun, and he is a dim star, light flickering.

He desperately tries to cling onto your image just as he has before, until you are the only thing he sees when he closes his eyes. Anything to remember the curves of your features, the shape of your lips.

Zhongli's chest swells with every peal of his pulse, his knees trembling underneath him.

He has seen you before, but his heart still cries as though it was the first. His eyes still linger unfettered, still try to drink you in as if he will never have this chance again. He could see you every day, and still wish for it to be every minute; still feel the weakness in his bones and lungs with every moment in your presence.

Part of him wants to bow his head, to kowtow before you entirely— he wishes to completely give himself up to you, in all of his flaws and imperfections. Maybe once he has done that, he will finally be able to revere you the way he wishes. In the way he has wanted too since he was still a young god, hardened with the arrogance of youth and pride undeserved.

The other part of him tells him to stay still, to wait for your order. Even if his bones ache and cry, until your words echo permission, he is not to even breathe.

Your laughter, soft and mirthful, finds its way to his ears. It’s only then that he realizes how his cheeks burn— red and hot, blood pumping in his ears. 

“This is where you look best— on your knees.”

Zhongli lets out a sharp breath, unable to stop the whine from coming out of his mouth.

[mirrorpriest]