#genshin impact drabble

[anemoelliacia]

threesome with hard dom wriothesley & soft dom neuvillette

warnings: MINORS DNI, threesome, afab reader (everything mentioned next is female receiving), little bit of degradation, praise, overstimulation, oral, fingering, light choking, crying, dacryphilia (kind of?), clit slapping, clit rubbing, squirting.

you sit wriggling and squirming, your back pressed against wriothesley's chest, and neuvillette's head is between your thighs. it feels like it's been hours, your mind is hazy as the two men having you won't let up. the overstimulation is bordering on too much.

how many orgasms have you had? you can't even string a thought together to try remembering. wriothesley has his arm around your torso, pinning you to his chest as you moan and cry out, "too much, 's to much I can't take much more."

but neuvillette is lapping at your cunt relentlessly, two fingers curling inside of you while his other hand holds your thighs open.

wriothesley lets out a growl at your whines and protests, he wraps a hand around your throat and pulls your head back to lay against his shoulder, "oh is our little whore too sensitive? too bad. you can and you will."

neuvillette let's up for a moment, just to give a bit of praise to counteract wriothesley harsh words. "you're being such a good girl, just one more okay?" he says, before putting his head right back between your thighs, attempting to draw out a fourth orgasm from your overstimulated body. but that's what he always says, he said one more two orgasms ago.

your hands grab onto wriothesley thigh, nails digging into the flesh as you quickly near another orgasm because of neuvillette's ministrations. wriothesley lets go of your throat, and his hands travel down your torso to hold you in place again as you try to squirm away. "stay still." he says harshly, "or we'll make it two more. you wanted this, so behave."

his words draw a whimper from your throat, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. your hands go to neuvillette's hair, trying to pull him away from your core as your fourth orgasm of the night is impending, drawing closer as he keeps his lips wrapped around your clit, eating you out like a man starved. he groans into your pussy as you pull his hair, but he doesn't budge.

wriothesley chuckles at your tears and your feeble attempts to push neuvillette away, but he doesn't let it fly. "i said, behave." he growls out as he grabs your hands away from neuvillette's hair and pins them against your own chest.

moans and curses fly out of mouth, your legs shaking as neuvillette finally coaxes that fourth orgasm out of you. tears start to leak from your eyes at the intensity, the overstimulation getting to you.

"such a good girl for us, you're taking it so well." he says sweetly, slowing down his movements. however neuvillette doesn't pull away immediately, he works you through your orgasm as you make a mess of the sheets, pressing light kisses to your inner thighs as his fingers stay rubbing slow but purposeful circles on your clit.

your mind it so hazy, you almost don't register when wriothesley replaces neuvillette's hand with his own. at first he is slow, to tease. but it quickly registers to you when you feel his big hand quicken in speed, rubbing harshly against your clit, to rough to be neuvillette touching you. you cry out, and try to squeeze your thighs shut, but neuvillette keeps them open, "ah ah, sweet girl, keep them open. let wriothesley have his turn..."

you lean back against wriothesley's chest, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. "w- wrio please..." you cry out, trying to plead for him to slow down. it's futile to try to squirm away from his merciless touch, his rough hands attempting to draw just one more orgasm from you as he rubs your clit, wanting to see you making a mess all over the sheets again.

and the quick movements of his hand do just that, throwing you into another orgasm before you have even fully recovered from your last one. a lewd whine falls off your lips as you cum for the fifth time that night, your legs trembling as it overtakes you, arousal pooling out of your core, soaking the sheets just for him. he gives one last slap onto your clit, drawing a whimper from you, before pulling his hand away from you.

"n- no more please, can't..." you plead, slumping against wriothesley's chest, trying to catch your breath.

neuvillette gives you a little nod, "such a good girl, taking everything we give you." he says as wriothesley places a kiss on your temple.

▶i wrote this while listening to oxytocin by billie eilish <3

[bisayawa]

freckles & blades & helping hands

✎___ husband!diluc × spouse!reader

✎___ a/n: domestic fluff (literally just a soft scene of diluc shaving his scruff), i aged diluc up a bit i think. use of the pet name honey. somewhat inspired by @/mmmairon's art of beefy, gentle, kind diluc :> 730~ words, not proofread; art by ary scheffer.

"do you need any help?"

legs swinging on the counter top, you lean in & stare, eyes glazing over the handsome lines of your husband's face on the mirror. he has a few crow's feet near his temples. whenever you point it out, he'll always say the wrinkles are evidence of you, you who make him smile & laugh & chuckle until his stomach hurts. it's evidence of a life laughter, he'd say.

the sharp stipple of the razor cuts through the silence.

"no, honey," he says, turning his head & angling the blade to the scruff on his jaw. "it's alright."

the words are spoken softly. it was jarring a few years ago, hearing words of buttercream & sweetness come from a man such as diluc, hulking, dignified, broad-shouldered, almost always with a dour expression on his face.

there was a handsomeness to the gloom before. the sharpness of brows, the bite of his frowns, the particular wrinkle when he scrunches his nose... but you have to admit, the allure is multiplied tenfold when he's all honeyed & dewy-eyed, softer than a cloud.

"i could do it for you, you know?"

his eyes never leave the mirror.

"i still don't understand this... fixation you have," he angles his face in an almost-quarter turn. "i'm just shaving, hon. it's no event you have to witness."

"of course, it is." you lean a little closer. "it's like an unveiling. my husband is showing his true face, one without scruff or stubble."

"an unveiling― ?" his shoulders shake & he puts down the razor for a few moments, small bouts of giggles floating through the room.

he rights himself.

"behave. i'm never gonna finished in time." his stern voice is all for show. he's smiling as he says the words.

a beat passes.

"but isn't it though? they'll finally see all your face. happy wrinkles & all."

he's struggling to fix his lip into a line, unable to stop it from curling into a smile. he's repeating your last few words, mouthing them out as he brings down the razor.

the silence after then is sweet, filled with curious looks towards his face filled with foam & other little chuckles.

"so..." your voice cuts through.

"so...?"

"could i do it for you?"

he taps the razor on the marble sink, shucking hair & foam off the blade.

"you don't know how..." another swipe of the razor.

"you could teach me." tap tap.

"i've..." swipe. "already started." tap

"just the basics." swipe. "an impromptu lesson, yeah? against the grain & all that?"

"it's with the grain, honey."

"right, yeah... i knew that... so are you gonna teach me?"

"hm..."

"oh? usually it's a big, disapproving hrrrnn..."

"you've catalogued my grousing?"

"yup yup, because i am a good spouse who tends to the needs of my husband."

he laughs at that, quietly. another wrinkle on his temple.

"alright, alright... here..."

he gives the razor, grasping it in your hand. he's gentle, careful, righting your hold of the blade.

"okay... here's how it should be..." he guides your hand towards his cheek, speaking in soft murmurs. "just like how my father taught me. listen."

he pulls down, a swipe against his face. hair & foam give way for his pale skin.

"there. let the blade do the work, honey. don't push too harshly."

he makes another swipe, his hand still guiding yours.

"here, just like this." swipe swipe swipe. "you wanna try?"

your small palm finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. brows furrow in concentration as the razor anticipates the next swipe.

"careful, honey, okay?" the warmth of his hand leaves. "i trust you."

shaking fingers steel themselves. the blade goes still before landing on the softness of his skin. it coasts across his jaw, cold metal kissing warm flesh. the line is carved against the shaving foam, no longer obscuring his face.

the swipe is finished. the trust was not betrayed. the result of your work is there upon the blade, as patches of coarse hair & crisp shaving foam.

"how was that?" you murmur.

"wonderful." he's staring into your eyes, not at the razor like you expected. "would you like to keep going?"

"yes, please." you poke at his newly shaven jaw. "i've never noticed your little freckle here."

"i have a few." he pinches your nose. "let's keep going. maybe we can find a few more."

[machiten]

so,

med student scara headcanons.

• med student! scara who immediately knows when you're not feeling well.

• med student! scara makes you his test subject when he needs to draw blood for a requirement.

• med student! scara who literally have to hold you back from going inside the coffee shop because, and i quote, "you can't just keep substituting your meals for a cup of coffee, it's bad for your health and i dont wanna be stuck taking care of your sick ass for the nth time!"

• med student! scara that cooks for you bc 'chicken wings dont have enough nutrients'

• med student! scara who listens to your heart beat gradually increasing with his stethoscope bc he's too close to u.

• med student! scara who constantly brings himself down bc he feels like he's not studying enough.

• med student! scara who looks at you a bit too long and his excuse was 'im studying anatomy'

• med student! scara who likes teasing you when you have a minor symptom and he goes 'omg you need to go to a doctor, you might have (insert critical disease here)' when really it was just common cold.

• med student! scara who unconsciously confessed to you that one night that you stayed up with him and kept him company while he studies for finals saying "do you think in the future, we would still be staying till 4am but instead of studying we're worrying about our joint taxes?" "...are you saying we're getting married?" "...... I'm going to bed--" "HEY WAIT A MINUTE-"

[ventismacchiato]

🎮 behind the lens!

a social media streamer au | scaramouche x gender neutral reader

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

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

status completed ✔️

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

sideships xiao x aether, kazuha x heizou

↳ playlist

STREAM IS STARTING...

featuring…

↳ stardust and friends | balladeer and friends

ACT ONE: raiding your heart!

01. kicking my feet and giggling

02. beat my ass

03. get out of my notifications

04. id donate for nudes

05. pls be ugly

06. now wait a damn minute

07. throwing up and crying

08. do you get deja vu

09. would you love me if i was bald

10. passenger princess

11. would you bark for me

12. breaking my silence

13. caught in 4k

ACT TWO: you're live!

14. he’s cheating on us?!

15. damage control

16. chat going crazy

17. breaking character

18. #JUNGKOOK

19. drowned cat core

bonus — heizou’s theory

20. twitch con

21. city of love

22. he who must not be named

23. and there’s only one bed

24. how to get akumatized 101

25. a glimpse of us

26. the ship has sunk

27. best of both worlds

28. something in the water

ACT THREE: cut the camera!

29. gatekeeping the sexy

30. show yourself

31. hold on i’m processing

32. sad quotes bot

33. please leave a message after the tone

34. were you silent or silenced

35. they don’t know about us

36. plot twist we’re dating

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

38. stop asking for esex

39. out of character

40. paper rings

bonus — fuck me like i’m famous 🔞

41. truth or drink

42. epilogue; curtain call

ACT FOUR: fuck capitalism!

43. extra headcanons

44. stardust merch

45. balladeer merch

46. scarastar collab merch

STREAM HAS ENDED...

[diyahatnight]

Random Boyfriend texts pt.3

Asking them for Whimpering audios

Genshin x gn!reader

warnings, are quite obvious nothing too crazy though

Here’s another one, I’m supposed to be making fanfics for people but they are in my drafts and i’m still working on them. BTW I only used characters that I felt was right for the theme

[kurvinitty]

wriothesley 👁️ 👁️ as your soulmate

( * ₊ 🦋◞ ˚ ) ⠀ ⪼ ⠀soulmate au drabbles. ( open )

tags. ⠀ ⪼ ⠀ 1.5k wc, reader works as an engineer, swearing lol, not proofread bc i'm eepy and going to bed now

notes. ⠀ ⪼ ⠀ listen to colors by halsey while reading this bc i think it fits rlly well !! anyway this may be ooc but do i care? no. i only care about he.

You can only see colour when your soulmate is with you and you’re touching. This gives a whole new meaning to them bringing colour to your world.

Who knew that out of all places, a prison would be where your world of grey would suddenly burst into bouts of colour?

As an engineer, you were stuck fixing & maintaining things more often than actually creating them. Your colleagues sometimes pitied you, as your already monotonous world made your job even harder. Those lucky enough to have found their soulmate are not only favoured by cupid’s bow, but also by whoever delegated your working tasks.

You wouldn’t lie — it pissed you off. Yet at the same time, you were aware that it was much safer dispatching someone who could identify a cable’s colour before installing them. However, that still did little to soothe your frustrations.

It’s also what had lead to you being stuck with more tedious tasks — maintenance and routine inspections. Despite all this, you still loved your job — and you’d be damned if your peers’ mocking pity would bring you down.

Ironically, it was due to them that you’d get what you were looking for all this time.

To beckon the call of help from the Fortress of Meropide was definitely not your field of expertise, yet you were still the one who answered. Due to the aforementioned reasons, it was also your first time setting foot on the premise. The prison’s damp walls added a chill to the already eerie atmosphere, and you now regret not taking your coat with you. The gardes were kind enough to escort you to the administrator’s office, saving you the pain of navigating this labyrinth on your own.

You flinch at the sound as the garde opens the door, holding it open for you to enter. Only now do you realise how tense you’ve been so far — the temperature undoubtedly having played its hand in it. Archons, you couldn’t wait to get out of this place.

With a thankful nod towards your escort, you step inside the room, Wriothesley already expecting you. Before you could fully enter, the man was already on his feet to receive you. Well prepared — as expected of him.

You have heard many things about the Duke, rumours both good & bad — but you’ve never had the chance to confirm them yourself. But now that you stand before him, you think you understand why everyone respected him greatly — no matter their personal opinion of him. At a glance, you could tell that an air of authority accompanied his every step, and you feel yourself subconsciously shrinking before the man.

Should he notice, he doesn’t say a word though. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he seems quite relieved when you finally arrive.

“You’re the engineer we requested, I assume?”

He speaks matter-of-factly, yet he also sounds… quite friendly? You didn’t know what to expect of the man, but you were sure it was closer to ice cold apathy, rather than the soft-spoken silk you experience now.

The first words this man had ever spoken to you, and you were already at a loss for words. Both because you didn’t know how to explain the situation, and also due to Wriothesley himself. While the first impression he made was better than expected, you were sure you’d somehow manage to piss him off in the next second. But then again, was it really your fault?

You clear your throat, fumbling over the words, before you settle on something to say. “Well, uh- yes I am.”

It’s evident how the Duke senses your hesitation and raises and eyebrow in question. Where he once looked at you in relief, his expression now falters and his eyes scrutinize you with suspicion.

Oh, you’re fucked.

Heat floods your body in embarrassment, your mind now drawing an even bigger blank as you desperately try to backtrack. “With that I mean— I am an engineer, but I doubt the work here will be within my expertise,” you sheepishly explain as the words escape your mouth in a single breath. What an absolute wonderful way to start off this interaction. “I am terribly sorry.”

You have half the mind to bow in apology, for an inconvenience that wasn’t even your fault. Doing your colleague’s dirty work was one thing, but your company being under staffed was a whole other issue.

But Wriothesley only shakes his head. Though you could swear you saw his face drop in annoyance for a split second, you felt like there was no need to worry when he next spoke. “It’s alright. I’m just glad there’ll be someone to look at it. This stuff has been giving me trouble all week already.” his hand moves up as he sweeps it over his forehead in exasperation, fingers combing through his thick dark hair. And for the Archon’s sake, you wanted to do nothing more to curse out loud when he did that. Even more so when you catch yourself examining his features more closely now, with your eyes lingering on his for a moment longer than they should. You wonder what colour his hair may be — dark, for sure — but there was only so much you could determine with a world full of grey.

You’re here to work, not to admire pretty men.

Pretty.

It took you more self-restraint than you’d like to admit to not slap yourself.

“Anyway, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced yet,” the man continues, thus effectively pulling you out of your self-loathing session. His hand reaches out toward you, an invitation for you to reciprocate in kind. “Wriothesley.”

Surely, you wouldn’t be able to mess up a simple handshake, right?

You waste no time to clasp your hand in his & tell him your name, your dainty digits being engulfed by the rough and calloused skin of his own. And in that moment, you felt as if time had completely stopped.

It wasn’t due to the feeling of his skin coming in contact with yours. As much as one could sing songs about how the touch of your soulmate could invigorate & keep you warm for a thousand winters to come — it wasn’t the case for you. The catalyst for sure, but the event that followed was worth your song.

The moment your hand touched Wriothesley’s, you didn’t even feel it. The only thing you felt was the feeling when your world suddenly filled with colour. All it took was the blink of an eye, and you were in a whole different world. You stare at the man before you, your mouth hanging wide open while you were freeze in shock. There was so much new information to process, but your eyes & mind could only focus on him. You can’t exactly pinpoint all the new colours you see, but the first thing you notice is his eyes.

You weren’t the only one at a loss for words, and even if you tried — you could not pry your gaze away from holding his. His eyes don’t look much different than they did before, actually. They’re naturally blessed with a light colour, but now you notice all the different shades and hues within them. Does he know what colour his own eyes are? Do you know yours? For all you know, anyone you asked could have been lying to you so far.

You also notice how his pale face now gains the slightest bit of colour, and you wonder if he sees the same with you.

Honestly? If time would allow it, you’d stay like this forever. But of course, it’s the man you’re supposed to spend eternity with that would deny your wish.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?”

And he acts as if nothing happened.

You, on the other hand, are still in the process of digesting this experience. Before you knew it, his grip on your hand loosened, until it completely fades away and your vision is plunged back into an array of black & white.

“Wait, I—” The words slip out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, your body almost acting on it’s own accord to wrap your hand around his wrist again. Now that you’ve gotten a taste of this — of him — you desperately want your world to burn up once again, like a new hunger that begs to be satiated. Did he not feel the same? Did you just imagine it?

It seems like Wriothesley took notice of your crestfallen expression. He doesn’t back away, yet he doesn’t come closer either. Instead, he speaks — in a tone so beautiful & soft, you can scarcely believe it’s real.

“I think we’ve got more than enough time to talk later.”

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[dear--mars]

Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?

── Synopsis: Soulmates. The concept sounded unreal, too good to be true. And it seemed it was. Nothing lasts forever and the thought of being together even in another world was just a dream.

── Characters: Wriothesley, Scaramouche, and Kaeya

── CW: Mentions of violence and alcoholism. Scara being a fucking weirdo.

── Notes: based on that tt trend :p. [angst/no comfort]

── Word count: 365 + 421 + 455 = 1241 words in total

Wriothesley ── Working in the Fortress of Meropide had its downsides. Situated deep underwater, the prison demanded constant overseeing. As the warden, Wriothesley's responsibilities included overseeing the fortress 98% of the time. 

Yet, in the cold and darkness of this watery prison, there was a beacon of warmth and light – you. To Wriothesley, you were akin to the sun, providing a sense of comfort and solace in an otherwise desolate and forbidding environment.

Wriothesley loved you more than he thought could love. Your unwavering support had been a constant source of strength for him, but he was beginning to realize that even you had your limits.

It was cold, more so than usual. Wriothesley thought it a bit unusual to feel this chill even though you were right in front of him, Unsurprisingly, you had come to visit. 

The recent visits you’ve made had been met with Wriothesley having to turn you away. due to a troublesome criminal who kept picking fights with the other inmates. 

There were no words spoken, odd considering you heavily disliked silence. Wriothesley was never big on initiating conversation so you did it. It was always you who would talk and he would listen. 

…

Okay. Wriothesley couldn’t keep pretending. He knew it was falling apart, your relationship, your love for him. It was fading away but he didn’t want to comment on it. Scared that if he pointed it out, everything would burn.

Yet he couldn’t stop his mouth from moving and uttered but one sentence. “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” Wriothesley regretted asking immediately afterward but didn’t show it.

Your face glossed over in surprise and looked up from your teacup, gazing at him with unreadable eyes. “No.” Your answer was short but not sweet, more bitter if anything. 

You paused as if contemplating adding to your answer. “Not even in this one.” You finished and Wriothesley could feel his heart shatter. He wasn’t an idiot, Wriothesley knew what you were implying with your last sentence yet he couldn’t find anything in himself to refute your words.

He wasn't made for love and if you, his sun, thought so as well. Who is he to think otherwise?

Scaramouche ── A puppet. That’s all Scaramouche thought of himself as. That’s all Scaramouche saw in himself. A worthless puppet that failed at its life’s purpose. 

But with you, he felt like something more and he hated it. He felt something, felt the disgusting human emotions that no puppet should feel. He resented it. It was the reason behind his abandonment in the first place.

So why? Why did it feel so good? Why did you make him feel so good? Why did your hand caressing his hair feel so soothing? Why did your lips feel so soft on his? But most importantly, why did you make him feel whole?

Scaramouche was disgusted with himself. He was the 6th Fatui harbinger. A title that would spread fear in the hearts of people from all across Teyvat including yours but you didn’t know so what was the harm? 

But it seems like the world hated Scaramouche just as much as Scaramouche hated it. 

It seems that word got around that Scaramouche had a lover. Then one day, you got kidnapped by some Anti-Fatui organization. 

Scaramouche flew into a rage and saved you before you had gotten injured but not fast enough to stop you from finding out who he truly was. You parted ways that day.

It wasn’t until 2 years later when he was in Sumeru, that he saw a whiff of your scent when walking around at Port Ormos. He whipped his head around and followed the scent.

He saw you, working at a flower shop stand. Finally, after years of being apart. He walked closer, hearing footsteps you looked up with a customer service smile. “Welcome-...” your voice trails off as your face hardens.

“What can I get for you?” You asked coldly, glaring at him. Scaramouche froze, you used to look at him with such gentle caring eyes but that wasn’t the case here.

Scaramouche’s mouth moved on its own, spewing out the stupidest question he could ever ask. “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” It was dumb, even Scaramouche could admit he cringed Immediately after he finished his sentence.

“I didn’t even want you in this one.” You said emotionlessly and Scaramouche’s face was the one that hardened this time around. He grits his teeth. 

Of course, you would say that. Scaramouche didn't know what he wanted you to say but he knew that that wasn’t it. Why would he have expected anything else? And why did it feel like his heart was taken away once again?

Kaeya ── Being with Kaeya was not for the weak of heart. He was a walking red flag. Kaeya was a raging alcoholic and was never afraid to show that nor did he bother to change.

But most importantly, secrets. He kept so many secrets. It wasn’t that bad at first, mostly because you tried to justify it on his behalf. ‘Everyone has secrets.’ was what you’d tell yourself.

And you were right. No matter know long you’ve been together, it seems that Kaeya never truly trusted you. Not once during your entire relationship did he ever confide in you or your help.

And just as everyone has secrets everyone has their limits and you had just hit yours.

It was late at night, almost 2 am yet Kaeya wasn’t home. You guess that he was in the tavern and after going there yourself, you guess right. There Kaeya was, slumped on the bar counter with an empty glass of wine in his hand.

Kaeya’s brother, Diluc, gave you a nod in acknowledgment as you went to your boyfriend’s side. You tapped his shoulder and Kaeya slowly looked up at you. A sly smile on his face when he saw you.

“Darling!” He hiccuped. “What are you doing here?” He asked, his words slurring together. It was a miracle you could still understand him. 

“It’s almost 3 in the morning. I'm here to take you back home.” You said softly, rubbing his back soothingly, trying to persuade him.

“Aww.” He whined. “Don’t wanna go home yet…” He mumbled with a frown and you couldn't help but sigh. “But we have to. You have work tomorrow.” You reminded him. 

Kaeya was staring off into space before you heard him mutter something out. You had to strain your ears but you caught on to what he asked. “Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?”

Your breathing stilled as you looked at him with an unreadable expression. You answered without thinking of the consequences of your words. “Are we even soulmates in this one?” you whispered, your voice filled with pain and unsureness.

You immediately slapped your hand over your mouth and thankfully it seemed Kaeya didn’t hear it but you felt someone’s eyes bore into you in shock. You turn and see Diluc looking at you flabbergasted.

You turned away, ignoring his gaze before you focused on Kaeya. You slung his arm over your shoulder as you walked out of the tavern. Kaeya didn’t hear your answer but a part of you wish he did.

You're stuck with him for as long as he wants. He’s a red flag but can’t help loving him even if you know in the end you're the only one getting hurt.

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[lazywriters-blog]

I'm writing fluff... Yes, I don't think I'm okay but voluntarily writing fluff instead of dark grim D E A T H... Is concerning.

Lyney is the friend who can't walk straight especially more when beside his crush, because he wants her hand on him, to catch him from falling and help him up when he leans too far and ends up on the ground.

Lyney can't stop playing with her fingers and comparing her hand to his when he's not getting any attention, it's his pass-time. Sometimes he'd bring them to his face and just imagine so he wouldn't irritate his darling.

Lyney clings to his darling like an infant and hides behind her whenever Lynette is chasing him for eating her last slice of cake.

Lyney who will pretend to faint just so he can be in his darling's arms and stare into her eyes with a smug smirk, he'll be sure to wrap his hand around her neck and smile.

Lyney who will pester and annoy his darling till she gives in to his whims and complies.

Lyney, who'd willingly make his darling fall so they both can be idiots in love.

Lyney who will tease the living daylights out of his darling and walk around with a little too many loose buttons.

Lyney will make inappropriate sounds when his darling is upset and irked, that way maybe the anger can be shifted into something else.

Lyney who is giddy when his darling accidentally touches his thighs brings her hand back to his knee and lets her squeeze him.

Lyney who makes subtle dirty jokes.

Lyney who likes to hide his face in his darling's neck and hug her from behind, his hugs are warm and tight.

Lyney who will get you gifts every day or if he's unable to, there's always a rose.

Lyney who wants his darling to hold him close and near and allow him to be the small spoon because it's not every day he gets to be with her.

Lyney who helps her comb her hair and braid.

Lyney who is a little bratty but fully obsessed with his darling.

[saeyoungchoismaid]

{6:47 pm}

“What are you doing?”

You open your eyes to find Alhaitham hovering over you. “Oh,” you start as you reach up to grab his hand, “hey, babe.” His brow raises as he lets you grab his hand, his eyes surveying your form.

“Are you…alright?” he asks hesitantly. You smile and slowly sit up, resting your head on his thigh.

“Right as rain, dear,” you reassure. There’s a beat of silence before you hear him huff a laugh through his nose and his hand connects with the top of your head.

“Right. So, why are you on the floor?” he replies, gently scratching at your scalp and making you hum as you relax into his touch.

“Well, I was cleaning your nasty house and I got tired.” Alhaitham scoffs and stops scratching your head, making you pout.

“It’s only this way because of Kaveh. Don’t blame me for his insolence and ineptitude,” he replies, face showing his disdain for his messier roommate.

“Right, right. My apologies, milord,” you reply sarcastically. He lets out a little ‘hmph’ but doesn’t comment any further.

“Come now, get off the floor. Lay down on a proper surface if you want to relax,” he reasons, moving to help you get up.

“Laying on the floor is good for your back though!” you argue but nonetheless let him help you up.

“Yes, yes. Tell you what, if you go to our bed, I’ll give you a massage for all your hard work,” he bargains. You gasp and grip his arms, lightly shaking him with your excitement.

“Really? You will?” you screech. He smiles and brushes hair out of your face before kissing your forehead.

“Indubitably. That being said though, you’ll owe me something for the massage,” he responds with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Instead of giving a sexy reply like he’s anticipating, you give him a deadpan as you say, “I just cleaned your whole house. I don’t wanna hear it.” You then turn and start to march right for his bedroom.

“Yes, dear. Of course, dear,” he replies sarcastically with a sigh.

“That’s more like it!” you shout with a giggle, ignoring that he was clearly being sarcastic.

Don’t worry. He got a special treat after giving you a massage ;)

[stellas-et-abyssum-vincite]

Come Home With Me ~ *Neuvillette*

Summary: It's Wriothesley who has to tell you that Neuvillette is sick. You know he's stubborn and won't want to leave work despite feeling under the weather. Still, you have to try!

Pairing: Neuvillette X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 946

Warning: Neuvillette is only OOC because he's sick

Masterlist

It was Wriothesly who came to see you, which was a surprise in and of itself.

“Hello?” You called out from your office when you heard you had a visitor.

“Miss Y/n?” He sounded a little nervous as he entered your office, making you stand up from your desk with concern.

“Hello, Wriothesley. What seems to be the matter? It's not like you to come in unannounced, not that I mind of course. I'm just surprised, that's all.”

Surprised was putting it mildly.

He hesitated once more, before he sighed and said, “It’s Neuvillette. He’s sick, but he refuses to leave his office to rest. I was wondering if maybe you could come and convince him to take care of his health?”

“Of course." I nod before gathering my things. "Will you escort me please?"

"I'd be delighted to." He nodded before offering you his arm. He then added, "Thank you again. I've never seen him this sick before."

You shook your head. "I should have noticed sooner. He seemed to be under the weather as of late. I should have asked him to stay home when I knew."

"Ah, he's stubborn." Wriothesley chuckled. "I'm not even sure you'll be able to get him to rest now. But the Melusines wanted me to ask you anyway."

"Well I'm glad they did. I will certainly try my best!"

It didn't take you long before you found yourself at the Palais Mermonia. Wriothesley escorted you all the way to his office where you found him working at his desk. A group of Melusines were crowding around the open doorway, where you could hear him sneezing and coughing.

Sigewinne gasped when she saw you before bouncing to your side. "Monsieur Wriothesley! Mademoiselle Y/n! It's good to see you again! Are you here for Monsieur Neuvillette?"

You nod and pat her gently on the head. "Of course, my dear. I hear the stubborn lawyer is sick and refusing to leave his work. Is that right?"

She nodded, a serious look passing over her face. "He's been ill all day! We've tried to get him to go home, but he refuses to listen."

"Well, we'll see about that." You mutter under your breath. "Now if you'll excuse me, my dear."

"Come on, Sigewinne." Wriothesley beckoned for her. "I'll take you and the Melusines out to get some sweets."

Her eyes lit up at his words. "Really Monsieur Wriothesley? Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you, thank you!"

As he led the Melusines away from the door, you entered Neuvillette's office and quietly shut the door. He didn't seem to notice your presence, completely enraptured by the documents on his desk. He looked awful, and it made you all the more determined to pull him away from work so he could rest.

Kneeling next to his desk chair, you placed a hand over his unoccupied one. This caused him to jump in his seat before staring at you. “When did you get here, my darling? What are you doing here?”

You smiled. “I’m here to take you home, my love. You’re sick. Let me help take you home so you can rest and take care of yourself, please.”

He shook his head and turned back to the papers before him. “No, I can’t. I’m behind enough as it is with these cases. I need to stay and finish all my work.”

“Not like this you can’t.” You squeezed his hand. “Please, Neuvillette, my love. Please come home with me.”

Again he shook his head, his hand shaking as he tried to write some more. “No, I really can’t. Please, let me stay and finish this paperwork.”

With a sigh, you stood, with your hand still on his. Taking your free hand, you gently leaned his head against your abdomen. “You’re tired, my love. Please, come home with me. I’ll help you with your work when we’re at home, I promise you.”

Neuvillette’s eyes had fluttered closed from your gesture and he hummed in response to your words, “Are you sure?”

“I’m absolutely sure. Now, please, let’s go home.”

“Okay. We can go home.”

Carefully, you helped him to his feet, his body still leaning against yours. Slowly, you let him out of the Palais Mermonia, with the other lawyers and Melusines staring at the two of you in surprise. They had never seen the Iudex like this before. But he was too tired to notice their stares. And you weren't going to tell him, because you knew he would just be embarrassed by the events of the day. You just let him cling to you as you left the Palais Mermonia.

When you were on the streets of Fontaine, you found Wriothesley, Sigewinne, and the other Melusines to tell them that he would be right as rain in a few days. Sigewinne commented about how sweet Monsieur Neuvillette looked in your arms. Wriothesley joked about you being his mother, which earned him a smack from you. Still you asked them not to get sick themselves before leading Neuvillette home.

On your walk home, he snuggled deeper into your neck, making you giggle. “You’re too good to me.”

“Is that so, my love?”

He nodded. “I still can’t believe you agreed to marry me, my darling.”

“Well, who else would take care of you like this? We all know it's not going to be Wriothesley, he's too busy. And Sigewinne means well, but she'd need help too.” You kissed his cheek. “Now, enough talking. Let’s get you home and into bed. We need to break this fever of yours.”

“And do my paperwork?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, my love. Whatever you say.”

[anemoelliacia]

the five times neuvillette knew he loved you

warnings: minor 4.2 spoilers, female reader, major fluff minus a sad neuvi who needs comforting in one part

▶ i recommend listening to the song till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas while reading this chapter <3

The first instance was when he saw you making a routine out of regularly interacting amongst the Melusine with nothing but care, practically treating them like your own children. The Melusine are virtually your favorite people in Fontaine, besides him of course. You’re always sure to greet them, never messing up their pronouns, and giving them presents on their birthdays. It is also a common occurrence for you to give them handmade lunches. The first time Neuvillette saw you in the Palais Mermonia, giving Sedene a handmade lunch his heart swelled with affection for you, the sweetest person he has ever had the privilege of meeting. He watched you in admiration, speculating that this feeling in his chest must be love developing for you. 

Secondly, is how you taste water with him despite how silly everyone thinks it is. You never fail to cooperate with tasting different waters, assuring him that you can in fact taste the difference, even going so far as to pick a favorite to make him happy by participating in his hobby. You even created a hierarchy ranking system just to rank which waters you like, and which you don’t. Neuvillette loves when you engage in the hobby of water tasting with him, and he thinks he’d wouldn’t rather share this with anyone else but you, because no one else is more worthy of drinking the more expensive speciality bottled waters he has. He thinks, “Maybe I love her and that is why I wish so much to share my hobby with her?”

Thirdly, was the first time you bid him goodbye when he left for work in the morning. He had spent the night at your house for the first time as well, and waking up to you the next morning was almost the sweetest part of everything that happened. You practically begged him to stay for the day, to blow off work- even though you know he really can’t. He could not help but giggle over how clingy you are in the morning, after you’ve just woken up. This already had warm feelings stirring within him, but then… when he was about to head for the door, that is what had his heart wanting to burst out of his chest. You stopped him before he walked out, kissing him on the cheek and fixing his crooked collar. The moment was so sweet and domestic. He felt heat rising on his cheeks as you walked him out the door telling him that you’d bring him lunch later. As he walked the rest of the way to the Palais Mermonia, his thoughts were only filled with you, replaying that moment in his head and thinking, “is this what love truly feels like?”

Fourthly, was when Charlotte asked him about you during an interview. Charlotte finally got that interview she wanted with Neuvillette, and she just had to get the hottest scoop on him. She asked him many work related related questions, but she couldn't not ask him about you after she saw the two of you together- she needs a good story! She asked him, “So, Monsieur Neuvillette, I saw you at the cafe with a woman a few days ago, care to tell me who that was?” and Neuvillette’s face immediately lights up at the mention of you, he goes, “oh, that is my beloved…” He practically goes on a rant saying sweet things about you, but he catches what he is doing and cuts himself off with a clearing of his throat as his face starts to go pink. Charlotte is standing there smiling at him widely and she says to him, “You sure seem to like her a lot don’t you?” Neuvillette does not hesitate to answer, “yes, I think it is safe to say I like her a lot, perhaps I am even growing to love her…” knowing it will be the top story in the Steambird newspaper within a few days that Fontaine’s one and only chief justice has found a lover. 

The fifth and final instance was the first time you comforted him after a hard trial. Since the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale is no longer working due to recent events, he has taken charge of deciding people's verdicts on his own. Which, as you can imagine, is a draining task- especially when a criminal’s charges are of a sensitive matter. One day, after a particularly hard case, that hurt him to have to sentence the person as guilty… all he wanted was to be in your company. He showed up at your doorstep in the pouring rain, his clothes soaked completely through. Of course, you immediately rushed him inside and gave him a change of clothing. While he was changing, you threw a pot of tea on the stove for him- and he couldn’t be more thankful for you. He quietly drank his tea in your company to warm up after being chilled to the bone from rain soaked clothing, and you stayed with him not forcing him to talk about what was wrong until he was ready. When he was ready to talk, he tugged you along to your bed to cuddle with you. For once, you held him as he spilled his hardships from the day, the rain outside never letting up; however, he quickly settled into the comfort you gave him, growing to feel at ease- and that is when he knew. He loves you, with every fiber of his being. So, he finally says, “I love you with all my heart.” and all you can do is reply that you feel the same, holding him tighter.

▶ if you liked this, then check out the other parts linked in my masterlist :) every genshin man i write for is getting their own part.

[taurus-caeli]

Create Your Own Villain (A SAGAU drabble)

They were filthy, nauseating, and disgusting.

The characters-no, people around me made my stomach sick. 

They kept spouting their bullshit to the masses. 'Creator this, Creator that. This is for the good of Teyvat.'

Hearing them talk in Their voices makes my blood boil.

How dare they steal Their image, Their voices; even their mannerisms weren’t safe! All of my beloved charac-people that I’ve built and raised had been replaced by imposters. 

Utterly ridiculous.

Finally, “Zhongli” stops monologuing and turns around. I crane my aching neck to look at him.

I hate him. I hate them all.

They will pay.

[machiten]

random bf!scara messages

[ventismacchiato]

21 just playing the part — is this what friends do ?!

scaramouche x g!n reader

ACT THREE

just a montage of the following week

just playing the part !

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did scara figure out your nightly walk route and casually wait around one of the corners to run into you? yes.

scara learning how to cook just to be petty because his mom can’t is a power move

everyone watching scara and you walk through college campus with your wrists handcuffed as you struggle to open doors and shit 😭

synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

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[diyahatnight]

Warnings: This is smut with a bit of dialogue, so read with caution. Nothing too crazy though. Angst, nd smut all in one.

Minor’s dni

angst/fluff version

Xiao x F!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend lost his memory of you so you have to find a way to help him get it back. on your knees giving him a blow job.

Notes: I haven’t written smut in a while so i’m a little rusty.

Your boyfriend has a job, and that job is protecting Liyue and staying loyal to Morax aka Zhongli. He told you that he would be leaving to go on a trip with Zhongli, and you didn’t mind. You didn’t have anything to worry about since he would be with an archon. Plus he is a strong man himself.

2 months go by without seeing Xiao and Zhongli. You went to the funeral parlor to see if he had returned and hu-tao told you he was still gone. You started to worry but not much because he never mentioned how long he would be gone.

More days pass by without seeing your boyfriend until one day you hear a knock at the door. You go to open it and you see Zhongli and your boyfriend at the door. You greet Zhongli first, then you run to give a hug to Xiao but for some odd reason, he backed away.

You both looked at Zhongli, Xiao’s look was more of a ‘why is this crazy woman running after me’ and yours was ‘with.”

He explained to you that during this trip, they encountered some fighting. He almost got hit by some odd beam and Xiao being Xiao, he jumped in its way erasing every memory he’s had of you and with you.

He then had to explain to Xiao that you were his girlfriend of 5 years and you were gonna help and try getting his memory back. Then he left.

You told him to come inside the house and he obliged. You showed him many things to see if he’d remember any of them and he didn’t. You showed him photos and the clothes in your shared closet. You even showed him something explicit and all he did was blush and disappear.

It’s been a month since he’s lost his memory and it’s a nightmare. He won’t even touch you. You’ve spent nights crying yourself to sleep because you aren’t making any progress. You’ve been together for 5 years and it only took a month to get him to at least kiss you and put his arms around your body.

After about 3 months you had him opened up. He was a sweet, caring, touchy, talkative, and sexual lover boy. But now it just feels like it’s all been thrown away.

it feels like he’s been forced to date you and that didn’t sit right in your tummy.

but one night Xiao goes into your home to pick up something of his. You were on your last limb, you didn’t know what to do you just wanted your boyfriend back. You were going to get married one day.

You stood up out of bed and when he saw this he started to walk away. was he avoiding you?

“Wait please, don’t leave. I need you.”

You desperately say and he stops walking and turns to face you. You walk closer to him and when you meet face to face, you burst into tears and drop to your knees.

“Please I’m begging you you please remember me. I don’t want to lose you. I need you.”

You bury your head into his thigh as you say this and it shocks him but he doesn’t go anywhere, or say anything. You sit there crying for a minute then look up.

When you look up, you notice that you are face to face with his sensitive area. You wipe your tears as you start to get an idea. He knew that you begged for a lot and that you had your specific way of begging your boyfriend for stuff.

You start to pull on the rim of his pants because it was worth a shot.

“What are you doing, mortal-… girlfriend I suppose.”

“I’m about to show you something that may help you remember if that’s okay with you?”

He shook his head yes, in his defense he had no idea what you were gonna do. Even after his soft cock flopped out of his pants he still had no idea what was happening until you started placing soft kisses on it to get it hard. sending shivers down his spine.

“W-what are you doing?” he says holding his breath.

You knew how to get him turned on. Rubbing his thigh, running your hands down his chest, kissing his neck, or wearing something revealing. If regular Xiao was here, the little kisses on his cock would be a death sentence for you.

After those 3 small kisses, xiao was rock hard. Before he met you he knew what sex was but he didn’t know how it worked as he wasn’t experienced so he was kinda confused but kinda curious.

You planted your signature kiss directly on his angry blushing pink tip, already leaking pre cum. You grabbed his shaft and started licking along his cock, his breathing starting to hitch.

You stuff half of his dick in your mouth, licking it in the meantime. Then you push his entire cock down your throat. Earning a cute breathy moan from him.

You take his cock out of your mouth and start to lick at it again, you can tell he is starting to get frustrated by the way it starts to twitch in your grasp. You shove his entire length down your throat again and start to fuck him with your throat, gagging and choking on his cock.

At this time he is moaning and groaning. He starts to remember a couple of things and when he does he grabs onto your hair to take control of throat fucking you. You tap on him to get him to pull you off and allow you to get some air which he did.

After, he pushed your head back down on his cock desperately fucking your throat trying to chase his orgasm. You look at him from that angle of you on your knees, mouth stuffed full of his cock. You noticed his golden eyes start to pierce into your own and that’s when more memories started rushing back to him, mostly the explicit ones of you. He throws his head back tightening his grasp on your hair like he’s about to cum, moaning louder.

In an instant he pulls you off his cock and looks down at you. That's how you notice that a lot of his memories have returned by the way he admires the slobber on your mouth and his cock.

He sits down on the bed still staring at you. His hand lets go of your hair to balance himself on the bed. He’s remembered everything, good memories, bad memories, sexual memories, them all. That doesn’t mean he wanted you to stop.

He uses his hand again to push your face back down to his cock, before you start sucking on his pretty penis again, you flash a quick smile at him.

In a quick motion, you shove his length back down your throat which earns a small moan and a breathy whimper. Your sucking on his cock so eagerly which eventually gets him to shoot his warm thick cum in your mouth.

Pulling back up off his shaft, you swallow his orgasm. which causes him to say.

“Ew, you didn’t have to swallow it..” with a very tiny smirk.

“I wanted to though,” you say as he uses his thumb to get the cum that lingers in the corner of your mouth and pushes that thumb past your lips for you to suck it clean…

I might make another version of this but a fluff

[mikaaki]

✧ ⁠— LACES

characters : wriothesley

warnings : afab ! reader , reader wears a dress

word count : 0.56k

notes : this is literally all i’ve been thinking about

wish my husband a happy birthday !!!

official proofreader : @tr1scuitsworld

you stood in the comfort of your shared bedroom , looking in the mirror as you dressed yourself. or at least , attempted to dress yourself.

you and wriothesley had been invited for a small formal event at the palais mermonia. it being a formal event meant you should dress in something more sophisticated than you typically would.

your hair was held up by a clip , temporarily moved out of the way while you struggled with the laces of the dress. it felt impossible to get the dress to fit snugly against your figure. anytime you thought you had it , the laces were too loose or they looked too lopsided. it was growing frustrating.

❝ need help? ❞ a more than familiar voice asked from the other side of the room. you held the top of the dress against your chest , turning to face him.

wriothesley stood on the other side of the room, fixing his tie as he glanced over at you. he didn’t say anything as he looked at the dress you had been struggling to put on.

❝ turn around. ❞ he said , walking over to where you stood.

you did as he asked , turning to face the mirror as he took his place behind you.

his hands reached for the thin laces on the back of your dress , beginning to tug on them. he pulled the laces through the loops in your corset , being careful not to lace it up too tightly. he would hate to accidentally crush your ribs in the process.

you watched him through the mirror. he looked so focused as he laced up your dress. his eyes narrowed as he worked. he was so pretty when he was focused.

❝ there, ❞ he hummed , tying the remainder of the lace into a small bow. he rested his hands on your hips , causing your stomach to explode with butterflies.

❝ look at you. ❞ you could practically hear the smile in his voice as he rested his head against yours , looking at you through the mirror. ❝ you look gorgeous, ❞

❝ thank you, ❞ you replied with a soft laugh , your face heating up as he complimented you. it was obvious he was checking you out , but you couldn’t complain.

the dress was fitted nicely to your figure , showing off your curves whilst being comfortable enough to allow you to move.

❝ how did i get so lucky? ❞ he happily sighed , pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

❝ oh you’re lucky? ❞ you asked , looking over your shoulder at him.

you could clearly see the absolute love and adoration he held for you on his face. he had this stupid smile on his face while looking down at you.

❝ so lucky, ❞ he whispered , pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. he let his lips linger for a moment before pulling away. he took the clip out of your hair , letting your hair fall against your skin.

❝ now , let’s get your hair styled , hm? ❞

your boyfriend was always so happy to help. and you were more than happy to let him.

who knew the duke of the fortress of meropide had such a soft spot for his lover?

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