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velveteenlop · 1 year ago

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Where are you now

Drabble Prompt: Titus being the one to find Lucius (headcanon) Warnings: Character Death Word Count: 1154 Character(s): Titus yae Galvus, Lucius yae Galvus, Solus zos Galvus (mentioned)

Ever since Lucius had fallen ill the castle felt… Different. There was this heavy aura that hung about and he couldn’t tell wholly if it was simply because his older brother was ill or if it was aided in father being away on top of it. Maybe it was simply both, not that it mattered too much. In every way it sucked and there wasn’t much that could be done but pray and hope. Lucius had been getting better so it was only a matter of time, right? Surely this round of falling backwards in his health improvement was simply a hurdle to get over. What was the saying? It gets worse before it gets better? Though he was sure it had already been worse before he started getting better… Titus stopped in his tracks, taking stock of things around him and how cold it felt. For the full breadth of his twenty years his home had felt so full of life and love, he’d wanted for nothing… And now all he wanted was for things to go back to as they had been before, for the warmth to return and keep the season’s chill out where it belonged.. Childish wishes he knew he was too old to be leaning on; until Lucius was better he had to stay in the role of the “older” sibling. He’d been kept busy the last couple of days, only able to visit for small chunks of time to make sure he ate, and with some time to himself he intended to go and spend as much time with his brother as he could. Sucking in a breath, trying to center himself again, he let it out slowly and continued on to his intended destination; he wanted to make sure he looked presentable and in decent spirits when visiting. He didn’t move until he was certain he could play the part and only then did his steps move him again towards his brother’s location. The closer he got to said room, however, the colder it felt; darker. His brows furrowed, hand moving to cling to the bottom of his coat, and he found himself reaching out instinctively. There was the barest blip of light, like Lucius was far away, and he could feel his anxiety spiking.

No. No there was no need to panic just yet, it was possible perhaps that he’d been moved or even that he was well enough to be out. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but preferable to panicking over something that was likely not what it seemed like. He didn’t stop again until he reached the door, dread creeping up from his gut like a cold hand, breathing starting to pick up. He had to be imagining things, he had to be. A sweaty palm wrapped around the handle to allow him to open the door and he was greeted with a cold, still room. Lucius lay immobile on the bed and he could almost be sleeping, he looked peaceful almost… “Brother?” he called out, voice not as strong as he had wanted. Would he even respond? Perhaps he was tired… “Have you eaten yet? You probably should put something in you to keep your strength up.” It wasn’t easy to pull himself from the doorframe, the handle slowly leaving his grip as he took an uneasy step into the room. Then another. The light he usually felt from his brother was practically non-existent at this point, skin unusually pale for him. “You should eat… father will worry.” More silence as he reached the bed, the muscles of his stomach tight, the mattress giving a bit under the weight of his palms against it. Staring at Lucius’ body showed nothing, not even the most shallow of breaths moving his chest. It had to be a joke, right? Was he holding his breath maybe?

“This isn’t a time for games, brother…” Oh! He’d learned of a trick with mirrors to check for that sort of thing. Surely this would make it hard for Lucius to keep up such a game! Hurriedly he moved to find the hand mirror he’d left in the room, nearly tripping over himself in a rush to get back to the bed and hold it just in front of his older brother’s face to try and find any sign of breath; of life. If only his hands would stop shaking. “You can’t hold your breath forever.” Was he talking to the form on the bed or himself, having been forced to let out the one he’d been holding as he stared at the mirror’s surface. “Lucius please, the game is over okay?” The mirror fell with a loud shattering sound as it fell beside the youngest prince, his hands grasping at the blankets that covered his brother’s prone form. Earnestly, desperately, he shook him; ignoring as his eyes began to burn. “Luci please!” he hated how thick his throat felt as he tried to get the words out. “You can stop pretending now! Okay? Stop it please!!” When had his voice gotten so loud? He was going to draw attention at this point- not that he cared. He just wanted his beloved older brother to wake up! “Luci please!!” He wasn’t even aware of the incoming presences behind him, that some of the guards and staff had come to see what was all the commotion. There was some sort of going on behind him but he didn’t care, not until hands tried to pull him away. Panic surged through Titus at that, moving to throw himself atop his brother and cling all the harder to him. No they couldn’t separate them! Hadn’t they been separated enough? “Brother please!” he was sobbing as he cried out. “Tell him to let me stay!” Stronger hands grabbed him, started to pull as some of the nurses tried to gently pry the blanket from his hold. He fought, squirmed, anything he could to get them to stop but in the end they were the stronger ones. The blanket ripped just a little as he was finally forced to let go, hands flailing to try and grab anything he could all while calling out for Lucius. Even the door frame wasn’t spared his grasp; though it didn’t last. Not with the guards holding him tight, dragging him to his room to lock him within. Those who remained nearby were forced to hear Titus scream and cry himself until his voice gave out, and presumably passed out. One would think the reaction overmuch and childish, given that Titus was only five years younger then the crown prince- But none of those privy to his reaction couldn’t fault him, the youngest prince had ever been close to his older brother; they were practically inseparable even once Lucius had taken a wife. He had ever been Titus’ world and now, much like the mirror on the floor, it was shattered.

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #galvus family #titus yae galvus #lucius yae galvus #solus zos galvus #i am full of feels for the galvus family #mostly headcanon/rp based #vel's drabbles

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shrimplyfangtastic · 11 months ago

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Painting Memories Of You

Fandom: Genshin Impact Rating: General Audiences Pairings: Raiden Ei | Baal/Yae Miko Tags: Mentioned Raiden Ei, Yae Miko Needs A Hug, Painting, Drabble Summary: Miko finds a way to prevent Ei's face, Ei's personality, Ei from becoming an unrecognizable blur in her memory.

A very, very late contribution to Femslash February 2024, Day 15: Rainbow :)

#genshin fanfic #eimiko #genshin impact #raiden ei #yae miko #drabble #shrimply writes #a very late contribution to femslashfeb2024

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ei-banana · 2 years ago

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pairing: makomiko (sfw)

wc: 969

Miko finds there are some perks to summer. Namely: Makoto, in all her brilliance.

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The tide was high when spring turned to summer. Makoto glided down busy streets draped in silks of brocade design, far brassier than her usual wear. She nodded kindly to shopkeepers and the errant seaman, picking absently at her kushiten as if her citizens didn’t stand agape, awed in the wake of her deific splendor.

As if Miko didn’t trail doggedly behind, fists balled and forehead damp with sweat.

The sun was relentless at its zenith, blaring and cruel; her robes clung to her skin in a way most vexing, her visage furrowed with discomfort. Traipsing about the thick of mortal merriment was far from Miko’s own idea of respite, but Makoto’s patient smile had the power to whittle away at her fortitude like nothing else.

No amount of kitsune’s wit could have kept her away. She had avowed defeat before the airy invitation fully left Makoto’s lips, and now she marched, counting the cobblestones as she went.

“Oh, Miko, look!” Makoto halted her stride so abruptly that Miko nearly rammed headlong into her back, pivoting for the new facet of her wonder. She reached for Miko’s hand without a word, twining their fingers tightly, leaving no stragglers behind. “Ei would love those…”

At once, Miko was thankful for the bothersome weather—the firmness of Makoto’s touch called her cheeks to dapple, red enough to rival the sun’s burn. “I have a hard time believing Ei would fancy anything here,” Miko said, ears flicking as Makoto led them deeper into the throng of people. “Aside from the three taiyaki you’ve already ravened.”

Makoto glanced over her shoulder, eyes narrowed and nose scrunched. “We can always get more, besides,” she gestured to the stand they now found themselves before, eyes alight with flickering intrigue, “aren’t these just adorable?”

Bits and bobs of odd sizes and shapes dotted the wooden counter—small figurines crafted from stone and metal, rows of prismatic, paper yōkai, and dozens of hand-woven effects. Shimamura’s Sundries lay just out of sight from the rest of the bustle, its attendants peering up at them with hardly suppressed awe.

Two young girls—twins, if their identical faces spoke well and true—floundered before their elysian customer. The one on the right squared her shoulders and raised her chin, steeling herself for her practiced sales pitch despite the way her jaw trembled.

“Might I interest you in our wide selection of artisanal goods?” The words were clunky on her tongue, the syllables falling out slow and stilted; her sister elbowed her sharply, glancing pointedly at Makoto’s flashy hair fixture. “Your Excellency,” she tacked on quickly, bowing her head in respect.

“Raise your eyes, dear. I’m here to welcome in the season, same as you.”

The girl looked up at Makoto’s gentle words, the corners of her lips raised in the brash beginnings of a smile. “Does anything catch your eye?” she prompted again, cheeks rosy with renewed vigor.

“With such fine-made curiosities on display, I’m sure I can be convinced.”

Makoto’s praise wrought a giggle, the faintest puff of the girl’s chest. She took pride in her family’s work, brandishing each item with a loving description each. Miko regarded the exchange, heart clenching when Makoto stooped low to meet the girl’s eye.

Among the people, gods often played—performative in nature, engaging just enough to keep their reverent audience bated. But Makoto was far more affable than most. She joined in their merry, their sorrow, adopting their plight as her own—she would summon the deluge of abundance should their bountiful harvest ever wane.

A fearsome emblem of thunder’s might she may have seemed, though, at the crux of human mundanity, she certainly thrived.

She was beautiful beneath the golden blare of midday, childlike wonder softening her elegant mien. She was the picture of benevolence, dropping Miko’s hand in favor of rummaging through her billowing sleeves, surfacing a pouch of mora far heftier than her chosen purchase begot. She set it before the twins’ mirrored looks of astonishment, parting with a subtle wink.

“It looks just like Chiyo, don’t you think?” Makoto danced the paper yōkai through the air, tapping Miko’s nose with the tip of a folded horn. “I have a feeling Ei will agree.”

Miko huffed, swatting at Makoto’s hand when she made for another attack. “Ei is often assenting where Chiyo is concerned.”

“It’s quite endearing,” Makoto acceded, sighing fondly before she nudged Miko’s shoulder, changing the subject with a knowing lilt. “Thank you for humoring me today, I could sense your frown deepening with each passing storefront.”

“I wasn’t—” Miko stopped short, blustering in the face of Makoto’s lighthearted accusation. They had reached the city’s outer limits at last, the sunset wreathing Makoto’s frame in hues of orange and purple; she balked at the sight, at the humored brow raise that followed. “I just thought we could spend the day in… or something,” she muttered, suddenly contrite.

“And we will. Come tomorrow, I’m all yours.”

“All mine?” Miko teetered forward, drawn forth by the promise of unfettered indulgence. She was woozy from the day, inches from sundering the tenuous space left between them, but the glint of Makoto’s teeth begged her look of askance. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, darling,” Makoto whispered, sealing their lips before further doubt was sowed.

She tasted of the tart dregs of yuzu, of early summer’s cloying offering. Miko pilfered the luring vestige until she grew lightheaded, leaning back to admire the besotted look of fervor now veiling Makoto’s face. She swiped her thumb below the glossy puff of her bottom lip, popping it into her mouth, humming deep enough for Makoto’s lashes to flutter.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Miko said with feigned nonchalance. She spun on her heel for Tenshukaku’s looming might, her hidden smile broadening when it was Makoto, then, who lost her footing.

#makomiko #raiden makoto #yae miko #drabble

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strwbmei · 2 years ago

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can you do one where yae miko get RAIED like so hard in fornt of Ei

Imagine bending Miko over and fucking her from behind as hard as you can; pulling her arms behind her back as she's unable to do anything but mumble to herself about how good it is. The mixture of confusion, horror, and arousal in Ei's eyes as she watches you absolutely plow into her best friend. Miko isn't even trying to hold onto her dignity; usually neat hair now unkempt from the sheer force you pulled on it with, drool almost trickling down her chin, and moans way louder than usual— as if she was bragging to the archon in front of her about how good she was getting filled.

Miko is such a whore too; maintaining eye contact with Ei through half-lidded eyes while Ei is all but squirming in her seat. She tries her hardest not to show it, you just know she's all wet and sticky from the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the sight of the other girl getting absolutely fucking railed. Maybe a bit jealous, too. It just looks like the two of you are having so much fun, and she wants in, too. Why does Miko have to be the only one getting her holes ruined? Poor Ei can already feel her pussy throbbing and clenching around nothing. If only she knew all she had to do was ask.

Oh well, bad girls who don't know how to use their words don't deserve a reward anyway.

╰┈➤ taglist ; @blue-spices , @fvrina , @dukemira , @sensanctuary , @large-octahedron , @sinsmockingbird , @teethoftheeditor

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emmbny · 2 years ago

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I would do this

That creator post with the sensations was hilarious

Imagine the creator finding out about elemental reactions amd trying to experience them all-

Oh no

based on this post: everything feels new

Bimbo/Himbo Creator Reader

You're usually so well guarded, especially when the characters found out about how much you love feeling sensations. After all, it's your first time having a physical form!

You asking Zhongli to hit you was bad enough, but to actively seek out pain through the gift of elemental visions-

Reader soaked in the rain, proceeding to hug Ei or Miko and asking them to electrocute you. Ei is mortified but Miko might laugh about it, probably allow a safe shock for you

Zhongli thinks he's safe because geo is a very independent element that isn't very reactive— until you climbed one of his pillars to jump off of, just to feel the pain of crashing on the ground

Similarly, Venti screeched the day you asked him to use his burst, only to jump into the whirlwind of a black hole. You got so dizzy, you could've puked for days.

Still, you gave him a thumbs up and thanked him.

Asking to hold Diluc's bird. He first whistled for his falcon but you quickly shook your head, asking for the 'big fire one!!'

He's livid and proceeds to refuse but your eyes well up in tears. He's sweating nervously as you negotiate for something less dangerous

"How about you burn my hand instead?"

You drive a hard bargain. He sighs, choosing to lightly emit heat from his hand, "Please settle for this warmth instead."

Joining Beidou and Kazuha in the Crux. They're enjoying the sea breeze when all of a sudden...

"Where's the divine creator?"

You jumped overboard to experience drowning. They had to fish you out of the water in a panic.

Just self destructive bimbo/himbo reader taking advantage of the fact that they're technically immortal

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knight-of-redemption · 2 months ago

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The Quietness after the Thunder.

" As promised, the Raiden Shogun abolished the Vision Hunt Decree, finally her people's wishes penetrated her locked heart. Beyond the Plane of Euthymia, she saw what eternity means in the eyes of the world, thanks to her old friend and a knight from beyond this world. "

Several things happened after Thel returned from the Plane of Euthymia. The Raiden Shogun abolished the Vision Hunt Decree, regardless of the excuses some brought to keep it enacted. Thanks to the help of Kujou Sara, Thel were forgiven of his criminal charges since his actions served a grater good, and is now officially recognized as a citizen of Inazuma.

Thel visited Sangonomiya Kokomi to resign his position as captain, since he would have to keep on his journey. The Shogun army and the former rebels now have joined forces to chase out the remaining Fatui forces in Inazuma.

On his way back, Thel discovered a crashed Banshee aircraft. A vehicle that surely would help him to travel back to the mainland; tough repairs are needed. So Thel brought the ship to the city of Inazuma, to have easy access to the blacksmith table.

And it became a local attraction, days passed and several people that he met through his journey visited to take a look at the foreign aircraft. Ayaka and Thoma, Sayu and Yoimiya, Gorou and Kokomi, Beidou and Kazuha, of course Sara and a few guards also checked the area; just to make sure it didn’t represent any danger.

After a week, as Thel were giving the final details to repair the Banshee he was visited by an unexpected, but welcome pair of friends: Yae Guuji, and Raiden Ei. He greeted them making a formal bow.

" Hehe, there's no need to be so formal with us. We're friends, remember? "

" You are right, I have to get used to it. And what brings me the honor of your visit? "

" I decided to follow your advice to live within Tenshukaku. Miko told me about the recent events, and I want to give you my thanks; while you two had similar goals, you didn't hesitate to include her wishes regarding myself "

" Well, without the help of Yae who knows what I would be doing right now In order to even beign able to reach the puppet Shogun, besides I never had the intention of hurting you so accepting her request wasn't difficult at all "

"Still, you risked a lot to get our plan done. I heard from Sara that you faced a Harbinger head-on, and defeated her. The Harbingers of Snezhnaya are known for beign the Elite of the Fatui army, it must have been a rough battle"

" It was. But that woman had it comming, I have been following the trail of chaos, death and destruction she left in Mondstadt and Liyue. For some reason she was after something called a Gnosis, and she took already the ones of Venti and Zhongli..."

For a moment he looks at Ei

" You may remember them as Barbatos and Morax. But with Signora gone, Ei's Gnosis must be safe "

" About that..."

" Oh heavens, it was taken isn't it? "

" While we were on the Plane of Euthymia, the Harbinger you meet at the Delusion factory, Balladeer, stole the Gnosis the Raiden Shogun was supposed to protect. The guards of Tenshukaku tried to stop him with no avail "

" Damn, so now they have three. Hold on, how did he surpass the shogun?"

" While I was living in Euthymia, we were conected. I lended her my energy so she could do her task; and I was able to see through her perspective while I was meditating. So while we had our duel she was on stasis, she couldn't intervene at all "

" Tough even if she tried, Balladeer is above Signora within the Harbingers. In that weakened state she couldn't much to stop him "

" You are pulling my leg again, don't you? That kid is stronger than Signora? I sent him flying backwards with a single punch, and it wasn't at full strength."

" That's what I heard. But rumors can be misleading, perhaps his value doesn't rely on raw strength, but in planning. But why the Gnosis is relevant for you ? "

" Because without it Ei will lose her power? Thats what happened to the Archons that lost theirs, well not all of it but their full potential is gone without these "

" I am no longer tied to it. But it is still an object with dangerous potential, specially if you say they have more than one. So that means you are leaving soon "

" Im affraid that is the case, surely Balladeer will move to one of the remaining nations. Once the sun rise I shall take off towards the mainland to get clues about which one "

" I suggest you take route to Sumeru. It is the nation of wisdom, either your next step is there, or you can get your clues; people in Sumeru treats knowledge as a resource after all..... quite the surprise they will have when you arrive "

" Good luck on your journey Thel. And you are always welcome to return to Inazuma, I am curious to hear stories about where you come from... I see that you are an individual full of surprises "

Ei gestured towards the foreign aircraft gently resting on the ground; after that she waved her hand and turned around to return where she came from, but Yae didn't turn with her.

" Miko? "

" One moment "

Yae gives a letter to Thel.

" Once you return to the mainland, please read this letter before you begin your travel towards Sumeru. There is one thing you have to know, about the person you are looking for. Until we see you again, friend "

Thel took the letter, unsure of what to expect from it. He then bid his farewell to the priestess and the shogun. The next morning, just as he said, Thel prepared everything to take off.... but somehow his allies of the nation gathered to see him one last time. Once Thel could gave his thanks to everyone who helped him, the Banshee soared the skies towards Liyue. He needs to research how to get into the nation of wisdom.

Inazuma arc - Finished

#ooc post #au drabble #The Last Arbiter (Thel Vadam)#Grand Priestess of Narukami (Yae Miko)#Electro archon of Eternity (Raiden Ei)

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vrachis · 2 years ago

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this thing obviously did not post the other day but i may publish this baby in a few hours, so stay tuned!

#vrachis #kein’s drabbles.#dom! reader #sub genshin #yae miko smut #sub yae miko #yae miko x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader

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diz-eaze · 3 months ago

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THE WAY I LOVE YOU (yandere! genshin women x female reader)

; soft yandere, written in 2023, pre-sumeru pre-fontaine and pre-natlan, manipulation, unhealthy relationships. characters listed; eula, mona, beidou, ganyu, hu tao, ningguang, shenhe, yelan, ayaka, kokomi, ei, yae, lumine, sandrone, arlecchino.

; Yandere drabbles.

MAYBE YOU had just been in the wrong place and at the wrong time. It started out innocently enough, going outside the city on Mondstadt to explore more areas - because there's more to life than just your everyday city, despite how EULA may protest against it. Despite how she claims that staying in Mondstadt is the best choice.

While you certainly do respect Eula, you disagree with her views. You're not someone born to just be limited within a city - you're not.

And so, with Eula's ignorance, you set off into the dark night to venture out into the green fields. Because you'll be fine, you know that. There's going to be hilichurls milling around but it's nothing that you can't handle, hopefully - you'll just run away or hide when you see one, easy enough.

When you do encounter one, your plan to hide crumbled miserably - not knowing there was a twig in your spot, you ended up stepping on it, resulting in a loud crack and thus alerting the nearby hilichurls. Running away from them isn't an option; you're trapped in your supposed hiding spot as the monsters circle around it.

Fighting back is a possibility, but you're so weak - you don't even have a vision, let alone carry around a weapon. So pray to tell, just how exactly can you win against them?

So, you think with acceptance, this is how you die. Disobeying your dear friend Eula only for you to end up getting mauled by the hilichurls - if you weren't in this life-threatening situation, you'd be embarrassed and sheepishly tell her that she'd been right all along. You can't, obviously.

It's useless to be sentimental, to cry - but you still do, feeling great pity for your friend. If you had just been more logical and accepted Eula's protective tendencies - you'd probably still be inside your apartment back in the city and enjoying the cool breeze.

You're not getting out of here alive and Eula is just going to wake up tomorrow to the news of your disappearance and discover your mangled body out in the wild-

In a split second, it seems like your surroundings looked so surreal as you spot blue in the distance - light blue hair, wielding a blue claymore. Blue, blue, blue. Are you hallucinating now? So desperate to live that your mind started conjuring up false images.

Hallucinating or not, you still hope - because it's the last thing you can do in this situation. But when the distant blur of blur gets closer and the features of the person are clearer - it's been made known to you that it is indeed Eula, angry and worried - but still Eula.

Relief floods into your body and you start crying for a different reason, glad to live to see another day. Because Eula is here to save you - to make sure you get back to the city alive and well. Though, one thought pesters in your mind, rolling around and never leaving you,

How had Eula known you went outside the city at night?

Astrology and magic have never been your strong suit. MONA knows that all too well - which is probably more reason as to why she's hellbent on teaching you what she knows about it. From her expensive books that contained teachings on astrology to her directly guiding you throughout the process of hydromancy, Mona doesn't cut corners when it comes to you.

Because in her eyes, maybe if you come to understand the inner workings of fate the way she does - then maybe you'll begin to find reasons behind her abhorrent actions - reasons why she's adamant when it comes to loving you.

But even as of right now, as Mona's hydro vision pulses with life as she uses her scryglass for live demonstration for you - it still stands true, astrology and magic are not your strong suit. It's not like you're imbecilic - you simply just don't find any reason why you'd take up astrology, especially if it's under the wish of Mona.

Still, just to appease her and keep her sated, you entertain the sessions she holds every day. Without a word of complaint or a sound of a groan - you remain compliant and willing because it's the best you can do in your situation.

Eyes focusing on Mona's hydro scryglass, you lazily copy her actions and summon your own. It's pretty, you'll admit - the scryglass. A wonderful gadget that only talented mages can use, you being part of the lucky ones, all thanks to Mona's hard work and dedication in teaching you. In contrast to Mona's blue one, yours is tinted in a different color - a pleasing shade to your eyes, something that lessens the burden of having to sit through her voice for hours on end.

Mona graciously showers you in praise, pride gleaming in her eyes. Then, with expert hands, she taps and maneuvers through the device - knowing it like the back of her hand. She instructs you to perform a basic spell - a transformative one. Turning an apple into another fruit or turning a frog into an inanimate object, it's simple enough.

As if reading off a manual, you follow what she asks - a tap here and there, and with the help of your vision, you turn a piece of paper into a pencil. You vaguely register Mona clapping and huffing in pride, too focused on the result of your spell.

It's so boring to be here and to learn a field that you have no interest in, and as Mona moves on to the next spell - astrology this time, most likely instructing you how to read the fates of other people - you just feel so numb. It's so lifeless to be stuck with Mona.

But like a robot programmed to do what it's told, you follow her instructions without complaint. Time and time again.

Dragging you out of the sweet comfort of your home into the unforgiving seas is BEIDOU's way of showing her love for you - if you can even classify her obsession as that. It's yesterday, you think, when she broke into your house while you were asleep in order to bring you aboard the ship she commands.

You'll love it out here, she boisterously states when you blearily open your eyes - only to be greeted by the sight of a wooden ceiling with Beidou right beside your new bed. This is home now, she says as she gently caresses your cheek. Me and the crew - we're you're new family!

But to be truthful, you'd rather not. Especially after you've been thrown into this predicament with absolutely no remorse for your personal feelings or comfort. In fact, you still haven't completely wrapped your head around reality before Beidou's hasty and swinging your arm to bring you up to the deck - where all her crewmates lie.

There, she introduces you as her lover. Despite your attempts to butt in and correct her, it's all drowned out by the sounds of the crewmates whooping and hollering - many congratulations are offered to Beidou, it seems that they weren't aware that she had a lover before all of this (even now, she still don't have one - you are not her lover, no matter how much she says so).

After the hype around you being introduced as her lover dies down, Beidou takes initiative to introduce you to each of her crew. And after that, I'll tour you around! - she said, tightly clinging onto your waist and not letting go.

The first you meet is Kazuha, a runaway from Inazuma who decided to stay aboard even after things have settled in his homeland. He's a sweet man - poetry and flowery words drip off his tongue like it's nothing and it brings you a sense of flattery when he earnestly compliments your features. A fact that Beidou takes notice of, as before you knew it, you're whisked away to meet another crewmate - Kazuha fading into the background.

You meet Furong, Sea Drake, and Xu Liushi who are all sailors. Huixing is a navigator and Suling is an ironworker. There are others but their names are only at the tip of your tongue - there but not enough for you to remember clearly.

True to her words, Beidou shortly takes you on a tour around the ship after you've met all of the people aboard. She speaks with enthusiasm and so much joy the whole time that you find yourself being envious of her, wishing that you can be happy even in your current situation.

But you're not. Not when you're here against your will - not when you didn't want to cruise the seas at all. You preferred your quaint apartment back in Liyue harbor than this rocky life as some 'lover' to the captain of the Alcor.

Day offs are rare enough for GANYU, considering her position as secretary and unhealthy work schedule - a complete workaholic, after all. But on the rare occasions where she's granted one, Ganyu makes sure to spend her free time with you. Nothing else.

It doesn't matter if the day is mundane or eventful - such fickle things don't matter to Ganyu, as long as you're there it's more than enough.

Though, it seems that Ganyu wanted to take you out into the harbor for her day off. It's a date, she bashfully tells you when you inquired about it. And so, with a muted sigh, you go inside your room to look for appropriate clothing, seeing as it's an important occasion.

It saddens you a bit at how being able to go outside is now a rare occurrence, but you force yourself to not linger on it too much, Think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts - you repeat in your head.

After you pick out a dress - cute and quaint, something that you know Ganyu would enjoy (but she insists that she'll enjoy any outfit that you're wearing, regardless of style), you look for jewelry to match - making sure to pick stones and jewels that suits the blue that Ganyu's hair possesses (It'll please her, you would know).

Because you're not doing this for you, you're doing this for her.

And when you slide the door open, greeted by the sight of Ganyu's awed expression and amazed eyes, you simply smile and thank her (as you have done many times before). She stumbles over, with flushed cheeks and fumbling fingers, to hold your hand - eager to explore the harbor with you by her side, a pretty eye candy.

You giggle at her enthusiasm (A bit too forced than you'd like), and the two of you make your way to the harbor - making idle talk along the way.

This won't be the first time you visit the harbor, but it's been a while. A whole century, if you remember correctly.

After all, the very thing that made Ganyu so attached to you in the first place was your immortality. Someone that can stay by her slides for centuries to come - a person who she doesn't have to fear mortality with.

A perfect fit for her, she'd claim.

During the nighttime, it's normal for the entire city to be sound asleep - with the few exceptions of the millelith on night duty and those who simply have no need to. And at this point, you'd be off to dreamland too, if not for HU TAO, who had persistently dragged you off to Wuhang Hill.

If the two of you were ordinary citizens, it would probably take hours before you'd arrive at the aforementioned destination because of monsters and the like. But as vision bearers, a divine gift from the gods, it was nothing but mere exercise. And so, within an hour or two, you've arrived at the very top - where the creepy forest resides.

Earlier, Hu Tao had joked about her hand being free for you to hold in case you get scared (and you responded by kindly flipping her off), but as you gaze around the mist-heavy forest, you think you'll take her up on that offer. While you're on the edge of being jumpscared by the mere sound of a twig snapping, Hu Tao is at full ease - shoulders drooped and posture relaxed.

"Tao, Why are we even here?" But what you wanted to ask yourself was why did you even agree in the first place?

"Why not?" Comes Hu Tao's lax response, arms crossed behind her head as she mills around the place like she owns it.

You don't reply, unimpressed with her answer. Sensing your displeased attitude, Hu Tao cackles and grabs your shoulders in assurance. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding, We're here to explore, what else?"

"Explore what?" You retort, letting your body get pushed around by her.

"This," Hu Tao gestures to the forest around the two of you. "Duh!"

"Okay," You give in. "Lead the way, miss Hu."

Hu Tao giggles at your words (the sound is nice, you think) and boldly grabs your hand to intertwine with yours. Before you can ask, she beats you to it. "It's so you don't get lost, dummy."

Her hand fits into yours like a perfect puzzle piece (like you're made for her and she's made for you), and you try your best to ignore the way your heart races just thinking about it.

Forcing yourself to stop thinking about it, you smile at Hu Tao and ask her what she's gonna tour to you. It's a secret, she shushes you. So you do - you stay silent and follow where she'll lead you.

"Just make sure you make it quick, Tao." You quietly remind her. "I have plans tomorrow."

She knows, but she can't say it to your face - lest you find out about her stalking you to know your schedule. So Hu Tao grins and nods, grip tightening ever so slowly.

"I will! Don't worry, (Y/N)."

NINGGUANG places a hairpin on the crown of your head; it's a pretty accessory - the hairpin. Designed to imitate a glaze lily and holds the same beauty as the authentic item, it's almost impossible to differentiate the two, if not for the translucent material that the hairpin possesses. The material makes it glitter marvelously under the sunlight and only adds a dreamy gleam when decorated on your tresses.

"A pretty flower for a pretty thing." Ningguang remarks after she's finished securing the piece onto your hair, dainty and perfectly placed - as expected of her. You're sitting on a chair in front of her vanity, all of which screams expensive, bare as the day you were born. She studies your face for a few more seconds before moving on.

The next item to graze your precious skin is a necklace studded in the finest noctilucous jade - the ones that are mined with utmost precision and expertise, all at the order of the tianquan herself. You wouldn't be surprised either if this was custom-made, commissioned to be a glorified collar of yours - an item you will rarely take off and an item meant to symbolize the tianquan's ownership of you.

Still, you smile and thank her earnestly. It's what she taught you, after all.

Ningguang accepts your gratitude with a mirthful chuckle, opting to focus more on her fingers that were faintly tracing along your bare collarbones. Her touch is featherlight and it gives you shivers. After a moment, Ningguang leans in to kiss your lips - her lips are soft and yours are, too. You can still faintly taste the tobacco on her lips, most likely because of her smoking pipe.

For a while, the two of you stay like that - Ningguang savoring your lips as if they were candy and you taking it all, naked with nothing but a glaze lily hairpin and noctilucous jade necklace graced on your body. Ningguang's lips parted from yours slowly (a string of saliva present), maintaining eye contact with you all throughout - the intensity of her red eyes tempts you to look away, but you can't.

So you watch with bated breath as Ningguang wipes away the drool that's close to dripping off your lips.

She leans back soon enough, straying from you for a moment to look for the next item that's blessed enough to be decorated on your body. She comes back, her dainty fingers holding onto two matching sango pearl bracelets, one for each of your hands.

Without command, you hold out your wrists for her to clasp the bracelet on. She does so with such gentleness that it almost hurts, such care that it makes your eyes water - because you've never been loved so thoroughly as Ningguang has before.

Ningguang shushes you because your tears shan't fall for such a measly reason. For her, you deserve to be loved with every fiber of her being, and who would she be if she didn't fulfill that promise?

Prior to meeting you, SHENHE had always thought that she'd never fit into the human world as an adepti-raised mortal. The red ropes that bind her murderous intentions also bind her emotions as a whole - making her a somewhat blank slate of a human. It doesn't mean Shenhe cannot and does not experience emotions - she does, albeit. rarely.

But after Shenhe was blessed to encounter you for the first time, she finally understands what it means to be mortal - to love like one, and to care like one - or at least she thinks so. It's a bit unsettling, how despite the red ropes that bind her homicidal tendencies, some of them are able to bypass such adepti technic, all because of the strong urge to protect you like no other.

You're like a ray of light in Shenhe's bleak world, one that's filled with meditation on top of the mountains and maintaining to control her urges - all of which are repetitive and tedious, but she must, for the better. After meeting you, it opened up a whole new experience for her - the want to accompany you in the harbor, the longing to hold your hand (or maybe give it a quick peck), and the spark in her chest that erupts every time you so much as to smile at her.

You're addicting, Shenhe thinks. A sweet source of dopamine and serotonin - all for her to consume and devour like a man starved.

Sometimes, when you're too busy with life to invite Shenhe to hang out, she takes it upon herself to monitor your movement and watch your day as you mingle about - trying to bury the urge to slam the man down the concrete who previously flirted with you (patience is a virtue and it would be best to strike when there are no witnesses around).

Shene follows you from a distance, not too far to not see you and not too close to be detected - she's self-aware enough that you would not take it kindly if you were to discover the acts that she's been committing, such as stalking and murder. Not that she plans on stopping, she simply worries at the prospect of you distancing yourself from her - which would no doubt break her heart.

So, with skilled precision, Shenhe continues to follow you - remaining undetected with such ease that it's almost unfair.

She's doing this all for you, the love of her life.

Every high-ranking member of the society within the Liyue harbor knows that the Yanshang teahouse is actually a casino, a discreet establishment that only operates during the nighttime - where the gamblers come to life, ready to take on anyone that dares to. And as the owner, YELAN is obliged to indulge in the games that her own casino offers - all while you stick by her side like the good housewife that you are.

Every time you pass by those that occupy the casino, you're always met with curious glances and stupefied stares - Yelan wouldn't blame them, she knows you're a beauty and it's her job to ensure that the clothes and jewelry you're wearing tonight only amplifies this. It's not a crime to show off your significant other, after all.

The dress you're wearing is revealing, beautiful and tantalizing - all for her to undress when the time comes later in the night. It's a color that perfectly complements your (Hair color) hair and (Eye color) eyes, it's so you. The pieces of jewelry hanging off your body only adds more sparkle and expense to your charm - unaffordable to anyone else in the casino, save for Yelan.

But when some stare longer than she'd like, Yelan would bring you closer to her side - hands gripping onto your waist ever so tightly. She's a possessive lover, one that loves to show off - but still possessive nonetheless.

Soon, she settles down for a bit to play a quick game of poker - making sure that you sit down in her lap like the pretty eye candy that you're meant to be. Yelan is lax throughout the entire ordeal, never once letting up on her poker face, and when she inevitably wins - she gives an easy smile before collecting her prize and whisking you away, too.

You see the enraged face of her defeated opponents, though you say nothing. Whatever enemies and allies Yelan makes is none of your business, you're here to sit still and look pretty - not to blabber and annoy. This is something that she drilled into your pretty, empty head - back when your relationship was forced and loveless on your part (now, it's not much different, save for your newfound acting skills).

What she does is none of your business, Yelan is the moneymaker in your relationship - the one that works to bring home money to her adorable wife. While you, as the pretty housewife, is tasked to prepare her delicious homecooked meals and a loving embrace to come home to.

It doesn't matter that you, too, wanted to have a normal job. What Yelan wants, you oblige.

It's always been that way.

Usually, AYAKA would be the one who had an audience. It's her that has eyes all focused on. It's her that catches their captivation. But right now, the star of the show isn't her.

It's you.

You, dancing on the water and defying its properties with your vision. You, dressed in an intricately designed garb for this performance. You, looking as ethereal as the day she first laid her eyes on. You, who moves with grace and practice that only experienced performers could do.

You, you, you.

Ayaka watches with bated breath, utterly hypnotized with everything you do - like she was just a puppet on a string, and you, her puppeteer. She likes to think that during your performances, it's just you and her - no one else.

Just the two of you, entrapped in your own little bubble with no outside disturbances.

Of course, that thought is quick to crumble when your performance ends and the entire audience begins to clap, reminding Ayaka that other people get to see you, too.

Acknowledging it leaves a bitter taste on her tongue, denial, and jealousy mixing together like a perfect combination. She knows she has no right to act, let alone feel, like this - you aren't hers (as much as she wants it) and she isn't yours.

Really, Ayaka doubts you even knew her. Your relationship with her is nothing but a performer and a watcher. Nothing more.

(She hates it.)

But she can't just admit defeat like this, can she? Ayaka is a Kamisato, a noble family in Inazuma. Surely, with enough of a push, you'll come to her if she used her influence, no?

And she'll welcome you with open arms, too. Then, your performances will only be limited to her eyes and hers only - no one else within the audience as you dance and sing around for her.

Just like how it should be.

She'll even be the one to wake you up every morning, the one to dress you up and usher you to the dining room. No servant within the Kamisato estate deserves to see you bare and pretty - no, that sight should just be reserved for only her.

And maybe, somewhere down the line, she'll court you to earn your hand in marriage - just like what the fairytales do.

As the divine priestess of the Watatsumi island and tactician, KOKOMI holds a myriad of responsibilities, resulting in her work piling up with each day. From the complaints of citizens to negotiations with the shogun's army - Kokomi handles it all, with grace.

And with so many responsibilities to hold, Kokomi is bound to be burdened with stress. But, she doesn't mind.

Not when her cute stress reliever is you, after all.

There are countless actions she can command you to do and you'd do so in a heartbeat, but Kokomi finds that making you read aloud to her is the best.

Books read by your precious voice are a blessing to her ears. The genre of the book itself does not matter, whether it be a cheesy romance novel or a dictionary, anything you read is bound to be amazing - it's you.

So, with her head laid in your lap, and you preparing to begin reading a novel - Kokomi's accumulated stress from the week can already be felt vanishing.

"What novel is that, love?" Kokomi's soft voice questions, fingers lightly tracing the spine of the book.

You don't respond, choosing to read aloud instead.

The plane of euthymia unsettles you - EI knows that. But that doesn't stop her from forcefully keeping you within while the puppet handles the outside affairs, leading to Ei devoid of any disturbances and worries. Just her and you. As it always should.

The place is bleak and suffocating - the red hurts your eyes and the atmosphere is downright depressing, you wonder how Ei can live like this. To lock herself up and spend centuries meditating inside this plane - unlike you, who can't stand being here any longer.

You don't want to be here, you made it known from the very start. And yet, like a persistent bug, Ei ignores it in favor of meditating while you're within her eyesight - safe from any threats and dangers, or so she claims.

Yet, you don't have a choice - much less stand a chance against Ei when it comes to confrontation. What can you, a measly human, do in face of an archon?

As distasteful it is to admit, nothing.

It's best you keep your mouth shut and indulge Ei on her whims, lest you anger the god of eternity.

Grand narukami shrine is, well, grand. The exterior of the place is nothing short of breathtaking - the way the buildings were structured so intricately and the shrine maidens out and about only add a comforting air to the place. Not to mention the sacred sakura tree that's shaped into a fox - no doubt well taken care of by YAE.

For all this beauty and pleasing view from the top, it does not quench your longing to venture past this mountain - to experience more of Inazuma than what this place has to offer. Of course, the head priestess is opposed to that, for she condescendingly tells you that such musings bring nothing but demise to your life. Don't you know? The outside world is nothing short of traumatising, you're better off staying here - where your dear protector can keep you safe.

You protest and protest against her for what it's worth yet you're shot down each and every single time - Yae is always ready with a convenient excuse to tell you off. It's frustrating, to be treated like you know nothing better and that you're a dumb, stupid woman when you're clearly much more than that.

But every time you get the strength to potentially fight back against her, Yae's mischievous attitude crumbles apart - in place a stern facial expression that dares you to oppose against her - her, who is your lifeline. Her, who so graciously saved you from a life of poverty by letting you work for the grand narukami shrine. Her, who loves you as no one else will.

Yae supposes that she spoiled you too much. Maybe it's time for punishment? To remind you of your place.

Despite it all, you're grateful for the way LUMINE lets you travel around Teyvat - as long as you're with her, of course. It could be worse, you know. You've seen the way other people aren't allowed past the borders of their nation, sometimes even the comforts of their homes - you pity people like that. You truly do.

Paimon stays silent about the nature of your relationship, which is probably for the best (much to your chagrin). For a terrible liar, so far Paimon has been nothing but amazing in keeping her mouth silent - unlike her usual blabber mouth-self.

The first time Lumine took you to Mondstadt, she had introduced you there as her lover. Sweet and loving, is what your relationship appeared to the public eye with Paimon there to back it up. Still, the scope of green fields lessened your devastation to the situation - bringing comfort, even if just a little bit.

Liyue was eye-catching, the harbor built upon intricate buildings and rich history. Lumine toured you around where the population was at its peak - resulting in many curious eyes wondering just who you were to the savior of Liyue. A lover, perhaps?

You weren't able to enter Inazuma, not after the sakoku decree was lifted. Lumine told you the atmosphere was much more grim and cold when she first arrived, as opposed to the lively people and foreigners now plaguing the streets. She brought you along for the Irodori festival, where she made sure to conceal you from prying eyes - afraid that others would take a liking to you.

Yes, despite it all - no matter how suffocating her love is - you're truly grateful for the way Lumine lets you roam free. Or as free as you can be under her tight grip.

SANDRONE is known for her unpredictable outbursts - something that's more prone whenever you're involved. For this reason, the Fatui recruits make sure to distance themselves far away from you in order to not invoke the wrath of the marionette.

Unfortunately, not every underling can get the unspoken rule immediately - leading to dire mistakes so early on in their lives. How unfortunate - not that you can be of any help to them.

Especially when you're given a front-row seat by yours truly, where you're given a perfect view of just how she can turn this supposedly hideous man into an even more unsightly doll.

In the beginning, you vehemently protested - thrashed, shook, and pleaded for her to have an ounce of mercy. Though, now, you know better and choose to keep silent - blankly staring ahead with no visible emotion on your face.

When the scissors come into contact with the man's collarbone, ripping a scream out of his throat, you know that the show has begun.

It's only a matter of time until the poor Fatui recruit is transformed into a doll. Or a corpse, if Sandrone was feeling generous.

ou don't like children. That much you relayed to ARLECCHINO on your first meeting. At that time, she simply nodded her head and continued on with finishing her meal. Back then, when the two of you had only met - neither of you was aware of what would spiral down with this relationship.

Looking back at it now, you wished you never met the knave. Since it lead to where you are now, taking care of the orphans like you're someone being paid to do so - when in reality it's just Arlecchino wanting some sick version of play house.

But, you sigh and continue on with taking care of the countless children that the house of hearth houses. Endure, endure, endure - you tell yourself this every day, you'll break free from her soon enough. You can't stay here forever, it's illogical.

Or at least, you hope so.

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sara’s is making me wonder if i have a scent kink or what

it’s probably slash j but OH MY GOD

this so fuckin hot im gonna lose it

'five senses of them' (sight taste smell touch sound)

♡ kokomi, miko, sara, ayaka, yoimiya. cw fem reader, men and fetishizers dni

this is my first smut & not proofed so pls be nice :)c

kokomi is always gorgeous, but she seems the most beautiful when you have two fingers buried inside her, hands clutching the bedsheets as her long eyelashes flutter. face flushed red, breath coming quick and shallow; every time you curl your fingers, her back arches and her lips part silently.

the only sound she can get out is heaving breaths, she looks so perfect even in this state that you had to be impressed, long, silken hair tangled and legs spread just for you. you want to knot your hand into that hair and pull -- just a bit, just to see her reaction, when everything she does is so elegant and graceful, this is like a dream come true.

you consider wiping away the tears leaking from her eyes as you go faster and faster, pumping in and out of her without any mercy or hesitation, so she can see you properly. you want her to see the person who's turned her from a dignified priestess into a slut for your fingers.

"ah -- ah, i'm almost -- " she manages to get out as you increase the speed, unable to speak and simply drawing in air, thrusting her hips upwards into your hand with the little strength she has left. she's almost there, just a little bit longer and you're more than happy to get her there.

her thighs twitch and her pretty pink lips open in a silent scream, her whole body trembling. as she collapses into your waiting arms, you press a kiss to her forehead, feeling her fluids gush over your hand as you pull out.

"mm... " she mumbles, exhausted after chasing her high for so long, tears rolling down her cheeks. you think to yourself, she looks even prettier than usual with cum leaking from between her thighs, eyes blinking tiredly. "haah... you... "

kokomi, who always kept up appearances no matter what, reduced to a sobbing mess in your bed. all you can do is laugh, swirling your fingers into your mouth, enjoying the taste and then pulling them out with a pop.

"yes, just like that baby," miko sighs, leaning back against the headboard as you suck at her wet cunt. she shakes her bangs out of her eyes and presses her palm against your hair, ready to push your head further between her thighs if needed.

you roll the bud of her clit between your teeth and even if you couldn't hear her delighted sigh, chest heaving, you can feel her physical reaction to it, the liquids pooling faster underneath your tongue, a natural lubricant for your drooling mouth that doesn't even need it.

she reaches up and tugs the fabric of her shirt down, playing with one of her nipples, and swipes her tongue over the top of her mouth. you smile, still buried in her thighs, and nip at her and she bites down so hard on her cheek to stifle a moan that she tastes blood, coppery and metallic.

"my my, i never thought you could -- mmf!" her sly, teasing words are cut off as you circle her opening with the tip of your tongue, pressing her lips together to silence herself. you make it your personal goal to get her to voice her pleasure by the time this is over.

her heavy breaths quicken as you swirl your tongue faster, taking in every inch of her soft folds, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the ceiling. her cunt is so addictive and you never want to stop tasting it, oh god you could drink yourself to death on it. and you need her to know, working so hard to please her so you get it all to yourself.

"yes yes yes," she gasps, bucking her hips up into your waiting lips. "oh, darling, you -- yes oh archons yes -- " and her wetness spills from her, it pools into your eager mouth as she reaches her orgasm, clutching your hair between her tightening fingers.

the taste is delicious, a mix of sweetness and saltiness that you can't get enough of, pressing your tongue against her slit to lap it all up like a cat with milk. you circle her opening, licking for every bit of it and she twitches slightly with every movement.

"a-ah, that's -- " she sucks in a breath, hand hovering over your head. "you've still got energy for more? then, in that case... "

your sara smells like rain and lightning, a warm smoky scent like a storm is about to roll in. you made a point of how much you like it before by burying your face in her neck and taking a deep breath in. but you never knew just how delightful her other scents could be too.

her shampoo is like flowers and melon and you can happily say that you love it as you twine your fingers through her hair and tug her head down, kissing and sucking all along the skin of her throat and chest.

a spark jumps from her fingertip as she palms your chest under your shirt, sending a burst of shivers down your spine. you bite down and savor the feeling of softness underneath your teeth, causing her to gasp. she feels your lips curve into a grin against her skin.

you suck on her collarbone for a moment, and she whines slightly, squirming under you. her hands tighten on your breasts, squeezing in a vaguely pleasant way. "there you go, sweetheart," you hum, "so you like it when i do that?"

"y-yes," she breathes as you lean forward, nipping at her chest. there's a heady intoxicating scent of sweat and arousal and smoke that's just so hot you can barely stop yourself from devouring her. you leave her a bite mark for every trace of that deliciousness, delighting in her writhing under you with her cheeks painted red.

you feel the muscles of her stomach clench as she gets closer and closer, grasping your shoulders with sharp nails, and it's almost funny just how sensitive she is. "please -- please, you -- " she gets out as you reach up, kissing a line down to her breasts, and when you bite down on her nipple you can feel her hips tense underneath.

"go ahead," you whisper, cupping her face in your hand and smothering her in a kiss, tugging on her lower lip, "i wanna hear you, sweetheart."

her breath is warm and sweet on your face as she cries out, falling back onto the bed. even in the midst of her orgasm she smells delectable, you want to press your face into her chest and just lick and suck and bite on her until she's all yours, even if no one can see it underneath her armor she'll know that the tengu warrior was teased to cumming with only your teeth.

"you came with me barely touching you," you smirk, hooking your finger under her chin and forcing her to look up. "you want to go for round two?"

"always," she says, exhausted and struggling to sit up, and you want to ruin her.

she's so fragile and delicate, like a sakura blossom that can be ruined with just one slash. you can feel your darling ayaka trembling under your hands. her long icy blue hair is falling over her back and you have to brush it out of the way to reach her skin. every time you touch her she squeaks.

"you're so sensitive," you whisper, dragging one finger down her spine. you haven't even started touching her yet. "are you always like this, or is it just for me?"

"j-just for you," she whimpers, fingernails scrabbling at the table you have her bent over. "just for you, so please -- haah!" she moans so loudly as you push one finger into her, you think everyone in the manor must have heard, but you can't bring yourself to care.

you lean forward slightly, plunging it in and out with a teasing smile and saying in a quieter tone, "do you like how it feels? do you want me to do more?"

she manages to get out, "y-yess," as her eyes go wide, face flushed and managing to soften her cries just a bit. the feeling of being inside her is so addicting, able to control her pleasure so easily, and she's so cute, so soft and warm and wet as you pump your fingers into her.

you brush your finger over her clit, and her knees buckle, letting out a gasp. you have to hold her up. having this much power is almost intoxicating. "thankyouthankyouthankyou," she sobs, pushing back onto your hand and it's so adorably amateurish.

she's so dainty, you don't want to hurt her. you don't want to break her. but every time she does something like that you fall a little bit more for her and it's so hard to hold yourself back. you want to give her pleasure, so that she knows what it's like to feel good. and it's so easy.

you add one more finger, and when she screams your name, going limp with eyes rolling back in her head, you can feel every bit of the tremors in her slight frame.

even when you're between her thighs, yoimiya never stops talking. you're not complaining of course; she's got such a cute voice, so bubbly and warm and way too hot as she gasps and whines in between words.

"a-an' today me and -- ah! -- me and thoma from the yashiro commission ran into each other at the market s-so we -- haah -- we talked for a little bit and," she breaks off into a moan, thighs tensing.

"what did i say?" you pull back and you can see her fluids dripping from her needy hole. she sobs, struggling to sit up, face flushed. "t-to keep talking, i'm sorry so don't stop i -- " she moans again, even louder as you plunge back in.

her choked squeaks make you smile against her folds, her whole body so hot it almost hurts to touch. your fingers are digging into her plush thighs, soft and full of heat like marshmallows almost. maybe it'll show tomorrow; the thought makes you circle her clit, the idea of tiny red marks on her legs wherever you touched her is so delicious.

"g-go faster," she manages between whimpers, "you feel so nice -- it's -- " you heed her request and speed up, licking over her opening quicker and it only elicits more noises from her, teary mewling and begging you to speed up as she approaches her climax.

she's never silent for a moment, always making sounds like she's in pain but you know it might be the most intense pleasure of her life. "i wanna cum, i wanna," she babbles, fingers tangling in the bedsheets and white knuckled with her desperate grip.

you decide to take pity on her -- no matter how much you love hearing her, it's not fair to keep dragging it on when she's pleading with you to make her cum, and you drag your tongue over her slit, circling it as her voice speeds up, until finally you slip the tip of your tongue into it and you feel her hips twitch.

"please -- " the words are cut off by a long, sobbing whine, back arching as her vision goes white, thighs clenching your head. the sound of her begging voice so arousing it makes you dizzy. "please please yes it feels so good feels so good feels so -- haaah -- !"

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