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“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”

— Kurt Vonnegut (via lazypacific)

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Honeymoon Demon Pt 3

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Kurt Wagner x Female Reader

Warning: Smut and Fluff lots of it

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<< Part 2

"Careful Schatz"

Kurt chimed playfully as he watched you look at the roaring waterfall to take a few photos. His tail around your waist even if you were a good few feet from the fast waters.

"I am I am"

You reply fast, Trying to capture the perfect angle- Mindful of Kurt wishes as you also didn't want to get swept away. Especially today.

It had been the last day of your guys honeymoon, It would be 8 in the evening when the jet would come to take you home. You both were a bit sad that the dream like vacation was coming to an end.

However Kurt had insisted he had wanted to make the last day extra special - Insisting he had saved the best thing for last.

And he did not disappoint.

You look out at the massive waterfall with a bright smile, staring up at the grand display of nature before you.

Kurt wrapped his arms around your waist softly as he pressed his back against you.

"Do you like it?"

He whispered softly against you. Pressing his lips to the side of your neck where the newest hickey that had bloomed from the night before.

"It's Beautiful Kurt, Thank you"

"Anything for You"

He said softly, it sounded almost menacing? Like he would do anything you asked- however that though was forgotten as softly as you feel his hands slowly starting to run over you.

"K-Kurt"

He hummed in response, his lips back to the marks on your neck- nipping softly on the tender skin.

Warmth starts to wash over you by the soft touches- You didn't even fully pay attention to one of his large hands finding their way past the waistband of your yoga pants till you felt his finger press against your clit drawing a surprised squeak from your lips.

"K-Kurt! We're outsi.."

Your words faltered at the end as he rubbed gentle circles over your clit. Soft whimpers leaving your lips as your hips bucked softly- Still sensitive from the night before. In these weeks he was damn near surgical in how he could draw every whimper and moan from your lips-

"There isn't anyone for miles.. And we are far away from any paths-"

He pulls his fingers away slightly. Ruining that high of pleasure that you'd been experiencing.

"But I'll stop then Liebling"

"N-No!.. Keep going!"

You manage out, Flushed and embarrassed at the quick desperation in your voice. Kurt smiling at this- clearly enjoying it as well.

Leveling you both down to the moss before. His tail fast to slide your yoga pants and underwear down to your knees, a bubble of excitement bubbling in your chest as you leaned forward ready to go on all fours- your arousal clearly getting the better of you. However he stopped you quickly, tsking in disapproval at your actions.

"Noch nicht, Engel"

He mumbled keeping you up with a firm arm across you to keep your back pressed to his chest. His free hand continuing circling and pressing into you teasingly.

You can't help but whimper, Your face flushed red at the very real fact that you where out in the open with your husband starting to fingering you. Feeling the crisp forest air inbetween your legs which you'd never experienced before.

It was one hell of a adrenaline rush for sure.

Your hips naturally bucking against his hand, Driving you deeper into the numbing bliss.

His tail wrapped around one of your thighs to keep you in place, the bottoms of your yoga pants tossed not far from you in the soft moss you where also rested on.

Somehow you can still hear that embarrassing sound of your cunt wrapped around his finger even with the deafening sounds of the waterfall.

"Already close?~"

Kurt whispered, in your ear- Teasing you for being so fast to come undone.. His fault really as he had learned your body in ways you hadn't even-

You nod sharply, Hand going up to cover your lips- Trying to muffle your own moans however that was short lived when his tail moved from your thigh to your wrist and yanked it away hard.

His fingers fucking into you faster drawing a cry from you, tears in the corner of your eyes as you tried and failed to control the breaking moans that he was forcing from you.

"T-Too Much~!"

A hiccupped moan break from you. Feeling yourself tightening around his finger as your hips squirmed and bucked away from the overstimulation.

"I-I need!~Kurt I-"

You couldn't even form a sentence as you felt that all too familiar crash of pleasure slamming into you. Making you squirm and sob in his tightening hold.

"Don't hold back your voice Liebling~ Cum for me"

He hissed in your ear, Pressing against that sweet spot inside of you like a damn button as a shattered cry left you. Cumming around his fingers and the moss below you.

Your thighs shaking as you leaned forward a bit, Trying your best to catch your breath.

He was quick after that, Lifting you two up. Your legs wobbling as you are lead forward, It wasn't till your hands were put against the bark of the nearest tree did you quickly know what was to come next.

It seemed his want was faster then your bounce back.

You glance behind you, Face still cherry red as you see Kurt smile from behind you. He waited for you with a grin, Already seeing the need in your eyes.

"You have to say it Schatz~"

He purred, Damn near feasting on the shy look on your face.

"Please Kurt~"

You whisper out, voice a bit raw from what seemed to be the damn near constant screams of pleasure that seemed to have become your second language on this Honeymoon.

"Please What?"

"P-Please fuck me~"

Grinning like the devil he was quick to get rid of his pants, fast to fill in the space between you two.

Pushing into you fast drawing a broken cry- Shaking as you barely even felt your legs already.

Your hands holding onto the rough bark of the tree as you felt him drive into you. Your legs spreading wider off of pure instinct at this point, Head bowed as you look at the ground below you.

Unashamed moans ripping through your voice as you felt the harsh thrust from Kurt, His fingers digging into the curve of your hip as he ups his pace.

The push and pull of his cock made your head fuzzy, The slipping thoughts of you two out in the open fucking like animals. What embarrassment that should be felt whisked away by the wash of pleasure-

Kurt letting grunts of bliss past his lips as he leaned over your bent form. Watching how your ass moved with each snap of his hips, The way you wrapped around him made his eyes roll in pleasure.

He couldn't even find his own words, Lost at the feelings of you, the surroundings around you. This having been a fantasy of his for far too long-

It didn't take long to feel you already close, your cunt wrapping around him like a vice as your moans where fast to turn into broken cries- His hand reaching forward to grab your shoulder as he thrusted into you harder.

His tongue running over his sharpened teeth as he heard you even over the roaring waterfall- Moaning out loudly as felt you cum around him, Shaking under his palm. It was just the think to tip him over, Bringing him over the edge like you heard a growl- it was deep enough you could actually feel the vibration of it through you...

You feeling him press deeply into you, Holding you steady as he slowly rolled his hips against you. Making sure to fill you to the absolute brim before pulling out slowly-

You resting your forehead on the back of your palm, a shiver going through you as mix of you two running down your tender thighs could be felt.

Panting as you felt Kurt's hand run down your spine, A moment of tenderness as you knew another round was to come..

You look next to you and see the sun dipping down some through the trees, still trying to recover from the impromptu forest fuck.

... You kept staring at the sunset before realization.

"Kurt.. What time is it?"

Kurt snaps from his thoughts, Still catching his breath himself as he looks at his watch.

"6:52"

....

"Shit!" "Scheiße!"

It then turned into the fun game of- Let's pack our shit as fast as possible since we fucked too long!

Rushing back to the cabin picking up your clothes as fast as possible, you two showered quickly and dressed in clothes that had managed to survive unscathed by the manic fucking of the last two weeks.

You two barely made it out of the cabin on time with your bags barely zipped up- Kurt rushing to pay the poor man who owned the cabin for all the damage.. Which was admittedly a lot of damages-

There in the clearing you look to see the Jet was approaching- Having gotten the notification for it.

"Do we have everything?" You ask quickly, Kurt looking through all the bags and counting the luggage you'd brought.

"Ja- I think so"

He mumbles, However he paused for a moment.

"Ah I almost forgot!-" He said rather suddenly teleporting off leaving you in the clearing looking over your bags to make sure it was all there.

Kurt was gone for around 20 minutes before he popped back up. A look of almost annoyance on his face for a split second before all smiles again.

He handed you the box of clearly expensive sweets which you looked over a but confused as he put the another much larger box and seemingly a bottle of something in one of the suitcases.

"What's that?"

"Promised someone a souvenir- Also Wanted to grab you a treat"

He said sweetly, Kissing your forehead which quickly wiped the thought from your head as you smiled. Opening up one to hand to Kurt and one for yourself.

It was only a few short minutes when you saw the Jet approaching towards the two of you.

You still a bit bowlegged from the little stint on the forest- So you try to keep close to your suitcase to not give it away however Kurt catches the change in your stance quickly.

"You Okay Schatz?"

"..My legs.. are um-"

You mumble softly only for him to hear, not really needing to finish the sentence. Kurt giving a bit of a impish smile to himself before nodding as the jet landed, A bit flushed with embarrassment as the two of you boarded, Kurt's arm now around your waist. Fortunate that it was only Dr. McCoy there and not a wave of your friends there to tease you, thank god...

"Well Hello isn't it the lovely Newlyweds. I take it you two enjoyed your vacation?"

The good doctor chimed as the two of you boarded, Pulling your luggage behind you.

"Ja, It was very nice.."

Kurt managed out softly. Both of you blushed bright red (in Kurt's case violet/purple), which made the doctor cackle and shake his head. Clearly not going to press further since he got his answer by your reactions alone.

Dr. McCoy was luckily kind enough to drop you two off at your home. While the X-Jet was fast to get you two home, The adjustment to the new time was already weighing on you both (Fun math! If you leave German Alps at 8pm you'll arrive in New York 3-4pm the same day. Even if the ride was only 2 hrs)

The two shuffle in and you look at the stacks of wedding gifts and furniture thrown around waiting to turn this place officially to your forever home. The two of you looking to each other and giggling a bit at the work that was in your guys future.

Bags tossed as the two of you walk upstairs, Leaned against each other as Kurt tail slid across your back.

The silence you two shared was comforting and relaxing. Heading to your guys bedroom to see a mostly set up bed, The two of you setting to work silently opening up the new bedding. Tossing everything down a bit lazily however it would do for the time being.

Your arm wraps around him gently, pressing your face into his chest softly. Hearing the humm from him as he hugged you gently, Rocking the both of you side to side.

After a moment he hummed softly that sounded along the lines of 'Change clothes' Which you nodded at. His hands gentle as ever, Stripping you bare as you start to do the same. He looked at you so soft, so lovingly. Even if it was just to change into pajamas he still admired you.

Taking your hand into his own as he kissed the ring on your finger before traveling up.

Soft giggles erupting from you as he peppered the soft much sweeter kisses from before up you, Tickling you as he finally planted some on your neck, cheek then lips.

As he reached to grab some clothes for you both you took his hand in yours instead. With care you gently pull him to the bed, following your lead Kurt happily complied following you in as you plop down at the overly springy new mattress.

You two cuddle against each other, You running your fingers gently through his dark blue hair.

Maybe it was the fact you two hadn't exactly finished your guys little session. You couldn't help but gently press your hips against his a bit teasingly, Seeing the quick flash of yellow as he looked in your eyes. Clearly the same thought going through both your heads at the same time..

Sitting up gently he settles himself much more carefully between your legs, Looking down a bit as he took himself in hand already hard it seemed- A notable trait you'd picked up on.

Always ready at a moments notice.

He looked carefully over the light bruising and marks that littered you from the last few weeks and even earlier today.

"I wasn't to rough was I?"

He said softly, a flash of worry in his eyes as he gently . You smiling softly and shaking your head.

"Not at all Love~"

You can't help but giggle, Holding your arms out gently which your husband gladly filled. Nestling himself between your thighs and wrapping his arms around you, Just as Much as you did him.

"I love you~"

He whispered softly, peppering your lips with kisses. Careful as he gently pushed into you, a soft almost whispered moan leaving your lips as you kissed him deeply, Pulling back for a split second.

"I love you too~"

He was gentle, Mindful that you were probably still sensitive from earlier.

The gentle roll of his hips into yours, followed by slow thrust. Drawing soft moans from you, Arms wrapped around him as he pressed his forehead gently against yours.

The soft almost bell like creak of the mattress could be heard over the soft whimpers and moans leaving the two of you. The gentle sounds of your guys just together perfuming the air as you made love.

Sweet kisses being shared between soft moans and even a few pleasure filled giggles.

You didn't know how long you two were there, But it didn't even matter.. The slow build of your guys shared orgasm drawing whimpers from your both, Kurt's rhythm becoming uneven and rolling further into you. Your toes curling as you press your head into the pillows below.

A breathy gasp leaving you as you feel your back arch pressing softly against his own chest as he grunted softly. Hips flat against your own as he let a soft shuttering whimper as he came, your legs licked around his waist as you two laid there stilled against each other.

Soft pants and whimpers from both of you as you basked in each other. Kurt gently pulling out as he laid down next to you, pulling you to his chest.

Laying there in your marital bed, cuddled into each other. Kurt placing a soft kiss on the top of your head as you close your eyes with a happy smile.

Sure it was technically the last day of your honeymoon.

But it was the start of the rest of your lives together.

How the Devil Made a Demon -

5 weeks Before the Wedding

Kurt walked out of the Danger room, Towel over his head as he hummed happily. Cheerful as he was damn near giddy counting down the days till he got the pleasure of calling you his wife.

Humming happily he only stopped as he saw the metal doors of the Danger Room open. Scott walking in calmly, His hands in his pockets as he smiled at his friend.

"Hey Blue, How are you holding up"

"Wunderbar! I am about to get married, I am looking to book the Honeymoon and-" Scott stopped him quickly as he pointed a shaking finger to his friend. Clicking his cheek a bit almost embarrassed.

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about that"

Kurt looked to Scott a bit hesitant now, Not liking the very stiff and uncomfortable posture of his friend.

"I know you've been really.. devout and with your honeymoon coming up-"

Kurt quickly saw were this conversation was going as his face started to warm up. Shaking his head fast to try and stop what he assumed would be a trainwreck of a topic.

"I-I don't- think I really want this talk Scott.."

"Listen- Don't fuck up like how I did Kurt. This conversation needs to be had.. Trust Me"

Scott grumbled out, messing with his shades a bit clearly embarrassed. Kurt eyebrows raised at this, now burning with curiosity however deciding it was best not to press further.

"So- I figured there was only one person to help ya out.. And I called him in for a Favor"

"Favor?.."

Kurt mumbled softly, Now hesitant as doubt starting to creep in. The fuzz on his skin standing up at the tone of Scott’s voice alone.

"Mhm.. The man-whore himself.."

Scott said, as if on cue the door was opened as the flannel clad devil himself, Logan walked in. Beer in hand too as he shot a glare at Scott for being called a 'Man-Whore' However couldn't disagree it seemed. Especially seeing Kurt looking ready to bolt at the sight of him.

"Alright Elf, School is in Session"

Kurt quickly shook his head as he held out his hands as if stopping Logan from going any further.

"N-Nein! Nein! I'm sure i can figure-e it out it and-"

"Doubtful.. You were barely able to put the ring on (Y/N) finger with stuttering over yourself- How are you gonna fuc-"

"S-Stop please.. d-don't talk about my- our.. Um-"

Kurt realizing Logan point was being made quickly blushing hard as his tail curled up on itself a bit. Shyly looking to both men in the room, feeling very cornered and ready to bolt at any second.

"Kurt I'm genuinely just trying to help out" Scott said calmly, He really didn't want his friend to drop the ball on this.. Especially since it felt like flashbacks to him and Jean the first time.

"Besides, don't you want (Y/N) to have a good time? A few tips from me couldn't hurt" Logan said calmly- The bastard clearly knowing how to catch Kurt's ear as the blue man looked to both men real quick. Kurt bit his lip a bit in worried thought, Now looking to the ground now messing with his fingers.

"How do you know if your lessons will work?..."

Logan only scoffed at this and truthfully Kurt felt silly asking the question... Unfortunately Logan was known to go around and there hadn't been a slip of complaint from any of his previous partner.. However it still didn't make his not hesitate.

"How about this- If it goes bad, I'll personally make it up to you and (Y/N) hm?" Both Scott now a bit weirded out at this very- Overly generous act Logan was putting on... However Kurt felt like this was- possibly a good idea..

"A-And... if it goes well?" He says softly, narrowing his eyes a bit at the other. Logan smirking as he finished his beer settle to bottle aside, sauntering over to to Kurt who felt like he was shrinking under Logan's gaze.. The man clearly finding this all very amusing in his own fucked up way.

"Well, If it does work- There was this really nice chocolate and cognac I had in the German Alps once- Those things were damn near 5£ a pop.. I used to eat them by the handful, That cognac too- quite the mark up but all worth it.. Strong shit"

Kurt quickly realized were this was going and winced at hearing the price of 1 chocolate.. Let alone how many Logan would want. A steep price he was now worried about.

But he couldn't help but think about you, He didn't want your time with him to be bad.. maybe a few tips couldn't hurt.. Especially if it made you happy.

"So- We got a deal kid?"

Logan said calmly, Snapping Kurt from his thoughts as Logan held out his hand to the small blue man.

Kurt paused for a moment before slowly reaching out shanking the man's hand, feeling like he'd just made a contract with the devil himself. Which by the smirk on Logan's face, he felt he might have. Scott making a quick exit which made Kurt feel even more terrified, hearing Scott mumble a quick 'good luck..' under his breath too.

"Deal.."

"Good- Now first lesson. Let's talk about that tail of yours.."

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Logan: I've experienced tragedy in a way you'll never understand—

You: Womp womp.

Logan: What the fuck did you just say.

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Today is the birthday of Kenyuu Horiuchi, the Japanese voice actor for the Devil✨ Happy Birthday!

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teyvatok and unhinged people

; drew with yandere in mind but it's chill i think, suggestive content for some parts, female (y/n)

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Oh my gosh I need to see something wholesome happen between wanderer and durin in the new update or I will be committing arson

✦ dragonsteps

cw. found family, soft angst, fluff, emotional vulnerability, past trauma, body adjustment issues (durin), established relationship (reader x wanderer)

an. aaaaa i really tried my best to make this lore accurate so sorry in advance if there are any mistakes TT i only read up on durin’s lore online since i wasn’t playing when simulanka came out :(( but i did my best !! also credits to @stoopycake for the idea — i love xia sm

you live in mondstadt — not in the city walls, but just far enough out that the breeze feels gentler and the birds aren’t afraid to nest near your windowsill.

the mornings smell like pine and the sky is always soft. sometimes you think the wind sings to you. sometimes you think it’s lonely.

it’s quiet here. still. normal. you like it that way.

wanderer doesn’t. not really. he complains every time he visits — about the wind, about the noise, about how your bed is too soft and your pillows are too fluffy and your kettle takes too long to boil. he scowls at the birds. calls the squirrels in your garden nosy little pests. grumbles about the dirt road, the lack of streetlamps, the way mondstadt’s air always smells like freedom.

but he still shows up. always unannounced. always frowning. always staying longer than he says he will.

he doesn’t knock. he doesn’t warn you. he doesn’t say goodbye when he leaves. you never ask him to stay. you never ask him to leave, either.

you’re not loud about being together. you don’t hold hands in public. you don’t say things like i love you or i missed you.

but he’ll let you fix his scarf when it slips. he lets you sit close when he’s pretending not to fall asleep. he lets you call him kuni, even though no one else is allowed to. and sometimes he looks at you like the whole world is loud except when you’re around.

it’s a quiet thing. gentle. real. you thought you were done with surprises.

and then albedo showed up.

you’re half-awake, halfway through tea, and not expecting a knock at your door — much less one from the chief alchemist of the knights of favonius, with a boy standing beside him who looks like he’s been stitched together from stardust and forgotten lore.

he’s got hot pink eyes, tousled purple hair, two huge black horns, and a pair of even larger wings trailing behind him like a shadow. barefoot. blinking. a little confused.

“this is durin,” albedo says, like this is normal. “i’ve granted him a human form. he’s still adjusting.” “…okay?” you say slowly, eyes flicking between the alchemist and the boy with wings too big for your hallway. “he remembers the wanderer. i thought he’d be most comfortable here for now.”

you glance over your shoulder, where kuni is sitting at your kitchen table, nursing tea he insists he doesn’t like. he stares back at you with a silent, horrified expression. his cup is halfway to his mouth. it never makes it there. “no,” he says immediately. “don’t even think about it.”

“he called you hat guy,” albedo adds helpfully. “he likes you.” durin beams. “hat guy!!”

wanderer looks like he’s just been sentenced to death.

you’re in the grass behind your cottage. it’s warm. the sun’s high and mondstadt’s breeze rolls gently through the trees, rustling the tall grass, brushing against your skin like a sigh.

durin is trying to walk. emphasis on trying.

he’s all limbs and feathers and flailing wings, wobbling with every step like a newborn deer. “nope—wrong foot—careful!” you lunge forward just in time to stop him from faceplanting into a patch of dandelions. his wings flap once, awkwardly, and throw him off balance again.

“this body’s weird,” he grumbles, flopping into your arms like a very large, very annoyed toddler. “i used to fly.” “you also used to be made of blocks,” kuni says flatly from a few feet away, leaning against the fence with his arms crossed and a distinct i told you this was a terrible idea look on his face. “get over it.”

durin pouts. “you’re mean.” “you’re uncoordinated.” “you’re rude.” “you’re loud.” “you’re wearing too many layers.”

wanderer’s eye twitches. “i swear to—” “okay, okay,” you cut in, holding up your hands before the dragon child and your semi-boyfriend start trading elemental attacks. “let’s focus, yeah? deep breath, durin.”

he mimics you — badly. but his chest rises and falls, and that’s enough.

“left foot,” you say gently. “good. now the other one. you’ve got this.” he stumbles, wobbles, wings twitching nervously behind him — but stays upright.

his eyes light up, glowing like a sky full of comets. “look!! hat guy!! i did it!!”

wanderer grimaces like the name physically hurts him. “stop calling me that.” “but you have a hat,” durin says, very seriously. “so does half the population of mondstadt.” “but you are the hat guy. it’s different.”

wanderer mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like i’m going back to sumeru.

you smile. “no you’re not.” he doesn’t argue.

and the breeze is still gentle. and the birds still sing. and for now — just for now — the world is quiet.

the storm rolls in around midnight. soft at first. like a lullaby.

the kind of lullaby that hums through the hills, brushing gently against the trees, coaxing flowers into sleep.

then louder.

wind thrashes the branches against your cottage walls like angry fingers. thunder cracks the sky open from end to end, sudden and sharp, a divine warning. rain batters your windows in relentless, uneven patterns — too erratic to be music. too alive to be background noise.

you stir beneath your blankets. the warmth of sleep still clings to your skin like steam. for a moment you think you’re dreaming — until a weight thuds against the floorboards and the softest yelp breaks through the thunder.

you sit up with a jolt.

“...durin?” your voice is rough, half-dream. there’s a shape on the floor. soggy. awkward. unmoving.

“the sky’s mad at me,” comes the muffled reply.

your eyes adjust slowly. the moon is buried behind clouds, but the occasional flicker of lightning through the window gives you pieces — wings soaked and dragging, the tips curled in like wilted petals. horns bumped askew from colliding with your doorframe. a trembling form hunched over like it’s trying to disappear into itself.

he’s wet. and cold. and afraid.

“i… i didn’t mean to make it rain,” durin says quickly, his voice rising in panic. “i didn’t do anything. i swear i didn’t! i didn’t break anything or yell or fly or—”

“durin,” you say, gentle but firm. “storms are normal.”

his eyes glow faintly in the dark. confused. uncertain. “really?” he breathes. you nod. “really. mondstadt gets a lot of them. especially in spring. it’s just… how things are.”

he glances at the window like it might suddenly turn and glare at him. “…it’s loud,” he says. “i know.” “it wasn’t like this in simulanka. the storms there were quiet. but not in a good way.” you don’t ask.

“do you want to sleep here tonight?” you offer. he doesn't even pause. “yes please.”

you leave your room together. he follows you like a shadow made of feathers and guilt. the floor creaks beneath both your steps. you set up the couch. give him every blanket you can find. even the ugly one from albedo’s failed attempt at knitting.

durin doesn’t complain. he just piles them around himself until he’s almost entirely hidden. only his horns and a few strands of messy hair peek out.

you settle onto the couch nearby, your arm draped lazily over the edge, fingers brushing the fringe of his blanket.

there’s silence for a long while, save for the occasional rumble of thunder and the soft, erratic beat of the rain.

then: “…does the sky hate me too?”

you open your eyes slowly. look down. he’s curled tighter now, one wing tucked beneath his chin like a pillow, the other twitching with every crack of thunder.

your heart clenches.

you reach down. ruffle his hair gently. “no, durin. the sky doesn’t hate you.”

he nods once. small. unsure. but he doesn’t argue. he doesn’t cry either. he just lies there. wide-eyed. listening.

he doesn’t sleep until long after you do.

kuni finds you both like that the next morning.

you, slumped half-off the couch with your hand still hanging down — fingers barely brushing durin’s hair. durin, curled into himself in a pit of warmth and safety, his wing twitching slightly every now and then. not from fear. just dreaming.

kuni doesn’t speak. doesn’t frown.

he just sighs quietly. walks past you. comes back a minute later with an extra pillow. he slides it beneath your back without a word, tucks the blanket closer around your shoulders, and walks away again.

later, he sits beside you on the porch. the sky is still pale and grey, like it’s not quite sure whether it’s done grieving. the rain has stopped, but the wind is soft and damp, leaving the air full of silence and the smell of wet pine.

“he was scared of a thunderstorm,” kuni mutters, staring out at the field. you sip your tea. “he’s still adjusting. albedo said his emotions might be unstable until his body fully settles.” “he’s not even a week old,” kuni scoffs. “technically he’s centuries old,” you remind him.

kuni huffs. durin is in the garden again. crouched in the tall grass. having what appears to be a one-sided conversation with a squirrel who is either very brave or very stupid.

“do you remember what he was like in simulanka?” you ask.

kuni shifts beside you. “…yeah. a lot bigger. a lot louder.” “he just wanted friends.” “he nearly crushed five people trying to hug them.” “he’s better now.” “he’s different.” kuni pauses. then softer, “but he’s still loud.”

you look out at durin. now waving goodbye to the squirrel. “…he’s trying.”

kuni doesn’t say anything. but when you pass him a cup of warm tea, he doesn’t roll his eyes or call it too sweet. he just drinks.

you hear the crash from the kitchen.

“i was reading!” durin insists. “it’s not my fault your shelves are too narrow and my wings are too graceful!”

“graceful?” kuni repeats flatly, standing over the wreckage. durin puffs up. “yes. like a majestic storm-bird.” “you knocked over an entire shelf.” “a majestic shelf.”

you kneel beside him. pages scattered everywhere. diagrams torn open like secrets spilling out. albedo’s personal collection of handwritten notes on the internal structure of abyssal anomalies is now confetti on your rug.

“sorry,” durin says again, softer this time. “i didn’t mean—i just thought… if i knew more about my body, maybe i’d understand why i feel so weird in it.”

you look at him. at his oversized limbs. his unsure hands. the feathers he keeps pulling from his sleeves like they don’t belong there.

he’s trying to hold himself smaller. like if he curls in enough, he won’t knock anything else over.

“…i know i scared people in simulanka,” he mumbles. “and mondstadt too.” you don’t interrupt. he fiddles with a loose feather.

“albedo says i’m not dangerous anymore. but i still feel big. even when i’m small. like… something might break if i move wrong. or laugh too hard. or exist too loudly.”

he hugs his knees. “what if they were right? what if i am a monster?”

you don’t get a chance to respond.

a shadow falls over you both.

kuni.

he’s standing in the doorway. scarf half-on, expression unreadable, eyes dark and narrowed in that way that always means he’s listening even if he doesn’t want to be.

“…you’re not,” kuni says quietly. durin jerks his head up, startled.

“you’re annoying,” kuni says, stepping closer. “and clumsy. and loud. and kind of stupid.” durin frowns. “is that a compliment?” “take it or leave it.” “…i’ll take it.”

you smile.

kuni sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “…you scared me too, you know. in simulanka.”

durin blinks.

“but you stopped,” kuni mutters. “you changed. you chose to change. even though no one asked you to. even though everyone was scared of you. that counts for something.” he kneels beside him, eye-level.

“you’re not a monster, durin. just a dumb dragon with bad aim and a weird sense of humor.” durin stares.

then he throws himself into a hug.

“WHAT ARE YOU—GET OFF—” “YOU DON’T HATE ME!!” “I NEVER SAID THAT!!” “HAT GUY LOVES ME!!!” “SHUT UP!!”

you laugh. despite everything — the mess, the broken shelves, the tea that now has feathers in it again — you laugh.

the sky is still grey, but softer now.

and maybe this isn’t just a house full of misfits. maybe this is something healing. maybe this is something like home.

credits to @cafekitsune for the animated border lines!

[zatyanaz]

LMFAAOOO I laughed so hard reading wanderer’s 😭😭

Is that a labewbew??

Genshin men react to the hideous thing you carry around Labubu

Characters included: Albedo, Alhaitham, Childe, Cyno, Dahlia, Diluc, Kaveh, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Scaramouche, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Xiao

A/N: I wrote this at 3am because I had a nightmare abt these fckers.

Albedo

• Would not be phased hes seen Klee with enough plushies to even wonder if its remotely special.

• But on his arrival to Mondstadt after a long week in Dragonspine, he suddenly sees them everywhere and is a little confused.

• He goes to find you with a wild look in his eyes and begins to question you about it.

• Is disappointed with your lackluster answer that its just a toy.

• But when he realises you adore it that much he begins on his new experiment - a Labubu no one else could ever own, made purely by alchemy.

• He really wanted to dissect one just to see if he was making it correctly but you started to get upset so he left it.

• He did a good job though, and you now have a Labubu made from alchemy! It's safe to say you never envied another limited edition Labubu ever again

"These... Labubu's. What is it that draws you towards it? Is it the texture of the fur? The roundness of the eyes? I must say, I'm intrigued. Can I be granted permission to dissect one of them?"

Alhaitham

• Isn't phased by it but will see it as a sign of low IQ - he wont tell you that part though.

• As long as its out of his eye-view he's okay with it.

• Is a little disappointed in you for falling for typical consumerism culture but he has money to fund it so its fine.

• He doesnt exactly like the aesthetics of it, so make sure you dont leave it laying around cos he might just accidentally hide it under the couch.

• When you cry abt it being lost, it would magically reappear.

"You know, you should read up a bit more on the modern day tactics of consumerism. Its really interesting. Do you want me to go through it with you?"

Childe

• Loves it, how could he not? He's the greatest toymaker salesman in all of Snezhnaya!

• Will fully support your addiction and fund it.

• Blind boxes who? He buys the bundle set. And if hes missing a special limited edition, hes more than happy to buy it off a reseller who charges 5x the original price.

• All your Labubus are dripped out in personalised clothing.

• Will buy extras just for his siblings.

• I can honestly imagine him naming each of the 50+ labubus you both own, treats them like your children.

"We can't just 'get rid' of them, those are our children! We're just going to have to build a new room for the extra storage"

Cyno

• He isn't one to judge because he understands his own addiction to TCG cards is somewhat similar.

• At least that's how he rationalises your liking towards the gremlin looking fluffs.

• Regardless, he will support it, fund it, and study the sht out of it - like i'm talking the ins and outs of the value of each Labubu.

• He uses every single connection he has to locate whichever Labubu you are seeking and will treat it like a mission.

"I have the goods. They took some time and effort to acquire, but I assure you, you will Luvbubu it"

Dahlia

• Will call you out in the middle of a crowd and point at you saying "is that a LAFUFU?!"

• You clutch onto your obviously-not-Lafufu and shoot him the nastiest glare whilst he stifles in his laughter.

• Every time someone mentions your Labubu he'll tell them its a Lafufu just to rile you up and create some drama.

• Will snatch it away from your bag in any given moment and take it to the church to 'bless' it. But really he's just using surprise baptism to launch it into the sky.

• Thinks its hideous but will bear with it because he loves you.

"May the winds of Barbatos carry you far far away" -he says to the Labubu

Diluc

• Looks at you, looks at said 'Labubu', looks at you again. Sighs.

• He really doesn't see it. He doesn't understand either, or what's cute about it... but he sees that it makes you happy and that's all that matters.

• He notices you have many and that you colour coordinate them with your bags so he tries to get one for you as a surprise.

• He doesn't realise that the picture on the blind box doesn't mean that that's what he's gonna get so he gets quite frustrated.

• Starts to understand the process a little more and gets worried because you've obviously been roped into a gambling addiction.

"If it makes you happy, so be it. I wont complain when I see a smile on your face"

Kaveh

• Absolutely disgusted by it. No. Not under his roof. You left it on the shelf in the living room as 'decoration' and he wont let you live jt down.

• He walks up to the shelf daily and takes a good look at it. Like a REALLY good look at it. Still, nothing.

• He stomps over to you with a different blind box and points to it dramatically - spoilers: it was a skullpanda.

• Will give you a whole presentation about how they don't fit with the aesthetic of the house and tell you to keep it in your bag and not on the main shelf.

• He wont throw it away though since he knows its ridiculously over-priced and since you bought it with your own mora, so he would feel bad.

• Somewhere along the line (after many months of staring into that Labubus soul trying to understand) he grows a bit emotional and places it back on the shelf.

"If you're going to collect decorations, please chose ones that actually have some design to them. I beg"

Kazuha

• Doesn't mind it at all and he's even more smitten with you when he sees you with it.

• The first time he saw one hanging on your bag he reached out to it thinking it was a cat plushie

• Turns out it had bulging eyes and a huge grin - he started to giggle at the sight.

• He looks back to you, you were a little embarrassed but were relieved when he said he found it adorable.

• Will start to notice them in all his travels and will smile fondly because it reminds him of you and well, home.

• He will buy a box for you from every country he visits.

"Here, they're from my travels. I'm sure they each have a story to share - they've come a long way, after all"

Kinich

• Strangely enough he really likes it.

• He thinks the designs are nice and the colours are vibrant.

• Ajaw seems to diss it every chance he gets but seems to quieten down when he sees you pick one out dripped out to look just like him.

• That itself made Kinich a big fan.

• Kinich wore it on his belt around his tribe once and the whole community began talking.

• Next thing you know, everyone in his tribe is rocking a Labubu and Ajaw suddenly doesnt feel special anymore.

"Its nice. I think it pairs well with my clothes. I want to thank you for this gift, and for shutting Ajaw up, even if it were just for a moment.

Lyney

• Is a little confused but chuckles... like one of those awkward ones.

• It doesn't really matter to him though because hes madly in love with you, and whatever you love he will also learn to love (even if it kinda gave him nightmares).

• He has to give Lynette a lecture about speaking badly about the Labubu because she almost told you how hideous it looked.

• Lyney would use them in his tricks sometimes and make them 'disappear'. He wished he didn't have to make them reappear, but he wanted to keep you happy so whatever.

"For my next trick, we will say goodbye to a well loved, slightly overpriced, 24k gold... Labubu!!"

Scaramouche

• Disgusting. Don't even try bringing that foul wretched creature near him.

• He'd take that Labubu by the throat and crush it. To put salt in the wound, he'd drop it and stomp on it.

• This is all done right in front of you by the way.

• If you start crying he'd probably give you another reason to cry.

"Show me one of those ever again and you might not see the light of tomorrow"

Tighnari

• Isn't particularly fond of it but he is curious as to what type of species it was meant to resemble.

• Likes how it has fur on it and comes around to appreciating it when you bring him a Labubu with his fur colour.

• Will keep it safe in his room, with its face turned away from him.

• Tells the rangers that its a 'rare' one and they all seem to be jealous now so he walks around with his chin up with a little smug smile.

"That's very sweet of you. I'll make sure its safe from any harm"

Venti

• "A.... LaWAWA What?!"

• Absolutely loves it

• He gets the name wrong everytime but he absolutely loves how funky and ugly they look.

• Will buy everyone he deems a good friend one.

• Might even hand them out for free during the Windblume festival honestly it makes him that happy.

• You're starting to think he might like them a little more than you now - even if he knows absolutely nothing about it.

"Dahlia tells me the shop over there sells Lafufus, which are fake Ladudu's. Let's stay away from them for now"

Wanderer

• He doesn't like it at all. Just looking at it pisses him off.

• And when you joke that it kinda looks like him he doesnt speak to you for almost a whole week.

• He would hate it even more when he starts seeing them literally EVERYWHERE, like he cannot escape that gremlin even if he tried.

• Lowkey jealous of it cos you have that thing attached to your hip, it follows you every second of every day.

• Will try to snatch it off your bag and chuck it away, or at the very least, give to Durin to 'play' with it (he's lying your honour, he knows very well Durin is still new to his powers and may accidentally burn it)

• When you start crying about your lost Labubu he'll start to feel bad, especially when you say you bought him a matching one with a hat that resembles his.

• He'd blush and take it, even if he couldn't stand it. Wouldn't keep the thing dangling in his bag though, he'd keep it inside his bag. So whenever he was at the akademiya, reaching for his books, he'd have a reminder of you.

• Don't worry, he'd get your 'lost' Labubu back.

"Aw sweetheart, Durin didn't mean to burn your ugly doll. Did you, Durin?" Durin, sniffling, obviously been set up but doesn't know: "I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to..." He knows you can't be mad at Durin, so its a win-win

Xiao

• He is so confused.

• He sees you with that doll on you everywhere you go. He watches you from afar every so often, after all. He notes that even when you have a different purse, that thing manages to stay there.

• At first he thought it was an amulet of some sort, to ward off evil. But then with that creepy looking face... he started to think it may be it was the opposite - that he needed to vanquish it

• Would snatch it off of you mid conversation and stare at it for a while. You gasp when you realise he was holding it and he looks to you suddenly - almost as if he's the one spooked.

• You burst into laughter and explain to him it was just a doll and his cheeks grow pink

• He says that its face is "unsightly" but buys you another on the rare instance hes in the city.

• Might even create you a Labubu, its way cuter and smaller but its actually an amulet to ward off evil (since he's still worried).

• He'll chuck a talisman inside the damn Labubu for good measure too since you insist on keeping it with you.

"I was just worried... it looked like it could be a vessel for evil, that's all."

[zatyanaz]

wanderer as your partner hcs

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note: thank for you all the love on my first post!! this came from a rq from one of my friends on tiktok and i wanted to share it here too :)) super hype since the new trailer!!!

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wanderer takes his tea as bitter as tar. he plants his cup out like a booby trap: the moment you/re spitting out the offensive substance, he scolds you to not touch his belongings

for one worn with the annals of centuries time, wanderer cares little to remember trivial names or titles. you're his mental archivist of all of your shared 'acquaintances' ("who was that again?" after a 20-minute exchange with the scribe)

wanderer's petulance is best utilized whenever he can detect your anxiousness in a social setting. his exit is deliberate as he complains all the way out the door about "such a bore", all so you can similarly slip away without a spotlight on yourself. a tantrum tailored for two?

when you're NOT accompanying him on his travels, wanderer always happens to make enough for an extra serving as if you're still with him. no slip-up frustrates him more when he's left with an extra helping of stew gone cold. how irritating!!!

wanderer mentally rehearses one-liners he could've said in your latest argument days later, practicing them on chirping dusk birds or clueless aranara

the one few instances wanderer surrenders control is whenever he lets you cut his slight outgrown hair; one fleeting trace of mortality woven into his existence. it's a wordless understanding neither one of you wish to disturb

in the very dead of the night, wanderer occasionally mimics the pulse of his vision to match the rising and falling of your shoulders. like a dance he was never meant to learn, he becomes part of your rhythm - just for a while

[zatyanaz]

✦ 5wirl w scene gf 👾

headcanons + chats .ᐟ

cw. explicit sexual content, possessive / jealous behavior, verbal degradation, obsessive attachment / unhealthy dynamics, dubious consent tone

an. this one was requested by @xxxxxxxrawrxxxxxxx — thank u so so much for the request !! i really enjoyed writing this one hehe, hope u guys like it too <33

✦ XIAO

💌 MYSPACE MSG FROM: xxxhaosboi

subj: … u didnt text back. its fine i guess. if ur mad jus say it. if u hate me jus say it. if u miss me jus come over & sit on my bed like u always do. i cleaned the blood off ur fishnets btw. also i think abt the way u sound when ur breathless. a lot. dont ignore this.

he never takes the bracelet off. ever. you gave him a cheap little kandi bracelet w/ black & red beads that says “mine” in glitter letters and he hasn’t taken it off since. you thought he’d hate it. he never mentions it. just stares at it when he misses you. punches walls with it on. fucks you with it still tight around his wrist.

his idea of flirting is staring at you like he’s in pain. xiao doesn’t know how to be normal about you. you walk into the room wearing a miniskirt + fishnets and he just looks away like his entire soul short-circuited. he won’t say anything. he’ll just grab your wrist later and mutter, “don’t wear that in front of anyone else.” (he’ll finger you wearing it two hours later. still won’t speak. just moans into your neck like a warning.)

doesn’t know what to do with his hands unless they’re on you. he’s the type to sit on the edge of the bed, hoodie up, face flushed red, while you straddle him in your torn plaid skirt, chewing your gum like a brat. his hands stay hovering — near your thighs, your waist — until you guide them where you want them. after that, he doesn’t stop touching. almost like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

bites. a lot. he says he doesn’t care about marks. lies. he’ll bite your collarbone just hard enough to bruise and mutter, “mine.” his voice cracks when you bite back. if you scratch him up during sex, he’ll sit in front of the mirror after with his shirt off just staring at the red trails on his chest. silent. dazed. weirdly proud.

fucks like he’s trying not to cry. xiao’s quiet. careful. intense. he makes love like he’s trying not to break something — or like he already has. doesn’t talk much during, but the way he holds you down, the way he groans your name like it physically hurts — it’s everything. when he cums, he goes silent, eyes clenched shut, breathing shaking like he’s holding something back. (you don’t ask. he won’t say. he just buries his face in your neck and holds you tighter than ever.)

💬 MYSPACE CHAT @ 2:11AM

xxxhaosboi: whr r u xxxhaosboi: itz 2am xxxhaosboi: come ovr xxxhaosboi: miss ur thighs xxxhaosboi: miss ur voice xxxhaosboi: miss da way u say my name like ur breaking xxxhaosboi: … xxxhaosboi: im fine btw. xxxhaosboi: u dont hav 2 worry

✦ VENTI

💌 MYSPACE MSG FROM: drunknmelody

subj: i wrote ur name on my dick with sharpie felt inspired then cried then came thinking abt ur voice when ur on top of me anywy pls text back im still outside da bar. the sky looks like ur eyes when ur pissed off. <3

he’s the loudest in the room and the weakest for you. venti is chaos in studded belts — yelling during shows, climbing onto speakers mid-set, stealing sips of vodka from strangers. but the second you walk in, he's immediately locked on you like a dog. gets quieter. follows you like a shadow. bites his lip when you ignore him. he’ll let the world watch him burn if it makes you look.

he’s a slut for validation — especially yours. you call him pretty and he literally preens. he’ll spend an hour redoing his eyeliner after you say it’s “not sharp enough to hurt.” he wants your praise more than he wants air. moans louder when you tell him he sounds good. loses his fucking mind when you call him “my favorite little whore” while tugging his hair.

loves performing with bruises you gave him. venti wears your bite marks like stage props. scratches across his chest? his favorite tank top is low-cut now. bruises on his hips? he shows them off when he changes strings mid-set. gets off on being ruined by you. gets off harder when you watch him from the crowd like you're gonna take him apart again after.

gets hard way too easy. it doesn’t take much. fishnets? a gum pop? you licking a lollipop on purpose while making eye contact? done. he’ll sit next to you, shifting in his seat, pretending like he’s not throbbing in his skinny jeans, while his hand slowly sneaks to your thigh. sometimes he gets so desperate he’ll beg — quietly, breathlessly — for just a taste of you.

cries when he cums sometimes. he doesn't always mean to. it’s just — when you’re on top of him, kissing him too sweet, calling him your muse while his back arches off the mattress and his fingers dig into your thighs — something in him shatters. he’ll laugh it off, wipe his face, say “wow u broke me haha,” but he means it. you ruin him in ways he’ll never write down. not even in his songs.

💬 MYSPACE CHAT @ 12:03AM

drunknmelody: BB drunknmelody: bb im drunk drunknmelody: bb im DRUNK n also in love maybe idk drunknmelody: come spit in my mouth or sing w me drunknmelody: or both drunknmelody: ill write u a song if u sit on my face drunknmelody: nd call it art

✦ KAZUHA

💌 MYSPACE MSG FROM: kissesonkuts

subj: ur name is carved in my ribs i wrote 4 stanzas about the way ur lip gloss smeared on my jaw u kissed me like i was disposable i liked it the bruises u left still ache when i breathe too hard. pls do it again (i miss u) (i miss how u taste when ur mad)

he writes poems about you and hides them in your purse. you’ll find folded scraps of paper tucked into your fishnets or band hoodies with lines like “the moon envies your thighs / the sky bleeds for your kiss.” if you ask, he’ll pretend they’re “just drafts.” but his hands shake when you read them out loud.

goes feral when you call him sweet things during sex. he acts all calm and poetic but he melts when you whisper “my pretty boy” or “my favorite toy.” he’ll literally start rutting into you faster, breath hitching, moaning like it’s too much. the second you say “good boy”? he’s whimpering. losing rhythm. cumming too fast. it’s adorable.

he loves your lip gloss so much it’s practically a kink. he keeps one of your used tubes in his bag and sometimes just smells it when you’re not around. when you straddle him in glitter gloss and call him yours, he gets dizzy. likes it best when you kiss him messy — mouth sticky, spit-slick — so it smears down his jaw.

his hands are always on your thighs. in public? resting just above your ripped fishnets. at home? gripping the backs of them while he fucks up into you, breathing against your chest like it’s his first time again. he treats you like art — kneels for you, worships you — but fucks like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t leave bruises.

aftercare king. like. above and beyond. draws a bath. plays your favorite song. lights a black cherry candle and rubs your thighs with lotion while kissing your knee caps like a simp. tells you you’re beautiful while cleaning you up with his shirt. then curls into you and falls asleep tangled in your fishnet-clad legs like a cat in love.

💬 MYSPACE CHAT @ 11:58PM

kissesonkuts: i saw someone who looked like u today kissesonkuts: i almost threw up kissesonkuts: u still have my hoodie. its ok. keep it. kissesonkuts: it still smells like ur perfume kissesonkuts: i sleep w it pressed against my face like a fucking loser lol kissesonkuts: come over. bring the eyeliner that smudges when i bite ur throat.

✦ HEIZOU

💌 MYSPACE MSG FROM: heizoumoanz

subj: i want u. lik now. bite my lip til it bleeds call me a slut again u make me feel like art n a crime scene all at once come over ill be hard in 3 mins (jk i already am lol)

he knows everything about you. like, everything. memorized your favorite eyeliner brand, your childhood trauma, and the exact pitch you moan at when he hits the right spot with his fingers. he acts casual, but don’t be fooled — he’s obsessed. keeps your selfies in a secret folder labeled evidence. jacks off to them. won’t admit it unless you catch him.

talks so much during sex. filthy. teasing. relentless. “mm, getting wet just from kissing? you are easy, huh?” “who do you belong to, sweetheart? say it louder. make the neighbors know.” makes you beg to cum just because he likes how wrecked your voice sounds. the second you cry? he’s losing his mind. he lives for the mess.

has a thing for catching you off-guard. pulls you into a bathroom stall at shows and fucks you stupid over the sink, palm over your mouth. unzips your hoodie just to suck bruises into your chest before you’ve even said hello. he likes it when you pretend to hate it — when you roll your eyes and call him a menace right before letting him finger you behind a merch booth.

lives for your scene look. your ripped tights? your layered hair? your hot pink skull necklace?? he’s biting his lip every time you walk by. will absolutely offer to “help” fix your lip gloss and end up with your gloss-stained thighs around his head. takes polaroids of you mid-makeup just to jack off later. calls you his decoration of sin. he’s so annoying about it.

he’s a dom but in a bratty, obsessive way. he likes control, but only because he needs it. he’ll pin you down and eat you out like it’s a crime scene, muttering “fuck, look what you do to me” while rutting against the bed. if you ever top him? he short-circuits. gets so red. whines. begs. hates how much he loves it. he’ll swear he’s still in charge after. he's not. you ruined him.

💬 MYSPACE CHAT @ 4:10AM

heizoumoanz: bby i literally cant sleep heizoumoanz: my sheets still smell like ur perfume heizoumoanz: also my dick still hurts from what u did last night heizoumoanz: thank u heizoumoanz: u want head in the band room tmrw or u tryna be good this week heizoumoanz: jk ur never good heizoumoanz: nd i luv u for it <3

✦ SCARA

💌 MYSPACE MSG FROM: scenewhoreabuser

subj: u looked fuckable onstage dont roll ur eyes im serious i wanted to drag u into the greenroom and make u scream over the sound of ur stupid little band u like when im mad. dont lie. u left teeth marks on my shoulder again. i didnt cover them up. i want ppl to ask.

he treats your love like it’s a sickness. he acts like you're a drug he hates being addicted to. says shit like “you’re rotting my brain” while tugging your hair back and kissing you hard enough to bruise. but he needs you — claws at your waist under his oversized hoodie like he’ll die if you let go. you’re the poison in his bloodstream and he’s drinking deep.

hates sharing you. hates it. you so much as smile at someone else and he’s gripping your thigh so hard it bruises. he’ll whisper, “don’t fucking test me” in your ear at parties with that smile that means he’s two seconds from starting a scene. then drags you into a back room and fucks you dumb to prove a point. makes you moan his name until it echoes. makes sure they hear it.

he’s mean. like. mean. chokes you during head just to see your mascara run. calls you his “stupid little bitch” while you whimper under him. but the second you get shaky? he’s cradling your face like you’re made of glass. “hey. look at me. you okay?” he’ll never say sorry, but the way he kisses your hands after? you know he means it.

he’s obsessed with how you taste. he’ll spend literal hours between your thighs, eyes glazed over like he’s in a trance. mutters filthy praise while licking you out like he’s starving. when you pull his hair and cum on his face? he grins. licks his lips. calls it “breakfast.” then spits it back into your mouth just to watch you blush.

he's the kind of guy who bites your neck during arguments. you’ll be yelling at him, mascara smudged, threatening to walk out—and he’ll grab your hips and bite. just enough to hurt. enough to make you gasp. “go on,” he hisses. “leave with my teeth still in you.” you never do. not when he kisses you like he’s trying to ruin you. not when he already has.

💬 MYSPACE CHAT @ 3:06AM

scenewhoreabuser: ur ignoring me again. cute. scenewhoreabuser: who was that guy u hugged after the show scenewhoreabuser: tell him to stop breathing or i will scenewhoreabuser: ur mine. u know that. scenewhoreabuser: come over n prove it. scenewhoreabuser: wear those fishnets i ripped last week scenewhoreabuser: i wanna finish the job

credits to @cafekitsune for the animated border lines!

[zatyanaz]

✦ oops, didn't knock

a collection of genshin men reacting to walking in while you’re changing .ᐟ.ᐟ

you’ve just slipped your shirt over your head, arms still tangled in the fabric, when the door creaks open behind you.

“hey, i was just gonna ask if you—”

he stops. mid-sentence. mid-breath.

the air freezes.

your shirt is halfway on, exposing your back, bra strap still unhooked. your eyes widen, and so do his.

he slams the door shut like it bit him.

“I’M SORRY—i didn’t mean to—i thought you weren’t in here—fuck—”

you hear him stumble into the hallway, muttering curses at himself as his voice cracks twice and his footsteps fade.

when you step out a few minutes later, he can’t look you in the eye.

his ears are still glowing red.

he keeps fiddling with his sleeves.

“…didn’t see anything, swear,” he mumbles. “okay. maybe just your shoulder. maybe two seconds. that’s it.”

his hands are shaking.

KINICH, tighnari, kaveh, XIAO, WANDERER

you’re reaching for your pants when the door swings open, and he steps inside like he owns the place.

“hey, have you seen my—oh.”

his voice dips. his eyes rake down, slow.

“well… you’re definitely not wearing them.”

you grab the nearest pillow and throw it at him. he catches it midair, cocky smirk blooming across his face.

“relax,” he drawls, leaning on the doorframe like he’s posing for a damn magazine. “not like it’s the first time i’ve seen a little skin.”

you glare. he raises his hands in mock surrender — not before giving you one last once-over.

“cute underwear, by the way.” “GET OUT.” “okay, okay! but seriously, we should talk about that color on you.”

he’s laughing as the door closes. your face is on fire. your heart’s racing. and he knows it.

wriothesley, CHILDE, kaeya, LYNEY, ifa

you’re changing shirts, arms above your head, when the door creaks open. there’s a shuffle of feet, a murmur of your name,

then silence.

you turn slightly.

he’s standing there, frozen in the doorway, mouth parted mid-word.

his eyes are locked on your bare shoulder.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t blink. like he’s forgotten how.

“…hello?” you say, unsure.

he blinks — finally — and stammers out something that might’ve started as a question. he’s not even sure anymore. he’s still staring.

“i—uh—was gonna ask you—about—the—thing. with. uh.” “…breakfast?” “…yeah. that.”

you raise a brow. your hand goes to the hem of the shirt draped over your arm. he watches it move like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

eventually he clears his throat, steps back, and closes the door like it takes every ounce of control to do so.

he doesn’t speak to you for 3 hours.

then sends you a text that just says: “…you looked nice.”

FREMINET, alhaitham, KAZUHA, gorou, gaming

you’re topless, rifling through drawers for a clean shirt, when the door swings open and he strolls in without a care.

“hey, have you seen my—”

he pauses. you freeze. he doesn’t.

his gaze drags down your bare spine. he doesn’t flinch. doesn’t look away. just hums.

“…don’t let me interrupt you.” “are you kidding me?” “i could be.”

you throw a shirt on, flustered. he watches the whole process without blinking.

“you could’ve knocked.” “you could’ve locked it.”

he shrugs, still watching you. something dark flickers in his eyes before he turns to leave.

“next time,” he says, voice low, “you should try on my shirt.”

he leaves you speechless. and way too hot under the collar.

ITTO, cyno, VENTI, sethos, ororon

you’re halfway through pulling your shirt over your head when the door creaks open.

“hey, did you—”

his voice fades. he pauses mid-step, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

you freeze, caught in the moment — bare skin, vulnerable silence.

he doesn’t panic. doesn’t smirk. doesn’t leave.

his gaze is steady, soft.

“…you look beautiful.”

your breath catches. his tone wasn’t teasing. it wasn’t flirty.

it was honest. quiet. real.

he steps back, gently closing the door behind him. no rush, no drama.

“i’ll wait outside. take your time.”

and just like that, he’s gone — leaving your chest warm and your mind spinning.

neuvillette, ZHONGLI, baizhu, ALBEDO

credits to @cafekitsune for the animated border lines!

[zatyanaz]

hii, could u do kazuha and scara (separately) reacting to reader initiating first to make out? thank uuu

" TONGUE! "

summary. them reacting to you initiating a make out session

characters. kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

warnings. gn!reader, smut ish

a/n. added xiao cus i like him and wanted it to be 3 characters lol

☆ — KAZUHA

he thinks you’re cute when you get all squirmy and giggly when he starts kissing you unexpectedly, his tongue pushing past your lips as you gasp. however… when you’re the one to climb in his lap and start kissing him, he thinks you’re unbelievably hot. you get a new air of confidence around you, one that he loves. it’s so arousing to feel your hands tangle in his hair as you tug him closer, your tongue delving deeper. his cock is chubbing up within minutes, creating an obvious tent in his pants that pokes your thigh.

"oh? you feeling needy?"

☆ — SCARAMOUCHE

it definitely catches him off guard when you tug him by the collar of his shirt in the middle of a conversation. you’d been staring at his lips the entire time he was talking, waiting for him to shut up so maybe he’d notice the sultry look in your eyes and kiss you himself. you got impatient though, which lead to you pulling him in yourself. he’s quick to reciprocate though, snatching up your waist and kissing you feverishly. he kisses like he’s starved, devouring your mouth with an intensity that’s so him. he thought your little move was cute more than anything, but it definitely turned him on. now you have to help with the issue you caused in his pants.

"you started it, cmon"

☆ — XIAO

he pulls away at first, cus you startled him. he‘s like a cat sometimes, a bit skittish when it comes to intimacy and kissing. you never want to push him, so you usually leave the initiating up to him. he just looks so pretty sometimes, so you can’t help but lean forward and press your lips against his. he thought i’d be a quick peck, like it usually is, but then he feels your tongue against his lips. he separates and looks at you, his ears a pinkish color, right before swooping back in. he’s not usually too keen on physical contact, but it’s different with you. his favorite place to be is in bed with you, either fucking or just cuddling, so you two are tangled up together within minutes.

"mmh… more."

[zatyanaz]

[zatyanaz]

⋆˙⟡ — FOUR TIMES MUALANI SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS GOING ON (AND ONE TIME SHE WAS RIGHT)

pairing: kinich x reader

cw: no pronouns mentioned. ajaw is in a vacation. slight but not slight pda. mualani overreacting but she is a sweet. best friends trio. pyro vision reader mentioned. not beta-read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

Mualani knew Kinich and you were friends—close best friends, just like you two were with her—but lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. 

It started with little things, almost too subtle to be noticeable but somehow it didn’t escape from her perception. Things like how Kinich, ever the quiet guy, had begun lingering a little too long when he talked to you, or how you’d run all your way to the Scions of the Canopy's village just to welcome him back after a mission. 

At first, she didn’t pay too much attention thinking you guys were just being more affectionative and caring to each other. However, as time passed by, it has been shown to be more than a mutual friendly appreciation and certainly beyond a mere coincidence. 

I.

The first time Mualani noticed something different was in an early morning by the coast, watching the waves curl and crash. She often started her day stretching at the shore and riding the first waves of dawn. But this time, as she rounded a cliff, she spotted Kinich and you sitting on a rock overlooking the sea. The two of you were close enough that your arms brushed every time the wind picked up.

Kinich’s usual stern expression was softer than usual. Mualani squinted at you suspiciously. Were you... holding hands?

She jogged closer, but just as she got near enough to say something, Kinich quickly stood up, putting a considerable distance between you and himself. “You're up early,” he said, his voice in its usual calm.

You smiled warmly. “Hey girl! How are the waves? We were just discussing about it.”

Mualani tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “You were? Really?”

You let out a light and confusing laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course.”

She didn’t quite buy it, but you didn’t give her any reason to push further. “Well, the waves are good today! You guys joining?”

Kinich only gave her a polite headshaking, while you nodded smiling. Maybe she was imagining things.

II.

Except she wasn’t. 

A few days later, you were hanging out by Tequemecan Valley' canyons with Kinich standing quietly while you and Mualani chatted. However, every time she glanced toward him, Kinich seemed to be watching you a little too intently. It wasn’t the usual hunter’s focus; it was softer, caring, almost like... adoring.

The girl squinted, pretending to be interested in some flowers nearby while keeping an eye on you two. You didn’t seem to notice anything, or if did, you didn’t mind. You just kept talking, your laughter filling the air.

When Mualani caught Kinich staring again, she couldn’t help but ask, “Kinich, you okay? You’ve been zoning out all day.”

He blinked, his neutral mask slipping back into place. “I’m fine.”

“He’s just tired from all the training,” you teased, winking at him.

Mualani raised an eyebrow, astonished by the scene before her eyes. Something was definitely going on.

III.

The third time came on a day when Mualani was guiding a group of Sumeru’s travelers near the springs when she spotted you and Kinich again, standing by the water. As she approached, she saw Kinich leaning down to whisper something to you, his lips close to your ear. You giggled softly in response.

Wait a minute... Kinich never whispers to anyone. Much less in such an intimate way and even less to make someone laugh. Mualani's instincts flared up immediately. What was he saying? And why did you look so happy about it?

She cleared her throat loudly as she walked up. “Hey. What are you two whispering about?”

Kinich straightened up quickly, crossing his arms. “Nothing important.”

You smiled at her, but there was a glimmer in your eyes that made the girl even more suspicious. “Just a silly joke,” you said lightly.

A joke, huh? Mualani filed it away in her mind. This time she was very determined to figure out what was going on between you two.

IV.

It was late afternoon, and Mualani had just finished surfing when she saw you two by the waterside. Kinich and you stood close, so close as it has strangely been, and for a brief moment, she could have sworn Kinich was about to lean in and kiss you.

She froze, watching from a distance as you smiled up at him, your palm softly pushing his chest away. Were you two really about to kiss? It couldn’t be just her angle view. Could it be?

But just as quickly as it happened, Kinich stepped back, his usual stoic demeanor falling back into place. You turned and waved at her, your smile as bright as ever.

“Lani. Hey! How was the surf?” you called out.

Mualani, still in shock, shook her head. “Uh... good. Really good.”

She stared at you both for a moment longer, convinced she’d almost witnessed something, but there was no proof. Again.

V.

In the several days that followed, Mualani continued to witness that strangeness that kept repeating itself every time you thought she wasn’t around, creating a certain tension between her and you and Kinich—although she doubted that you had noticed any difference, treating her as you always did from the beginning.

Even if it relieved her to know that nothing had changed in your friendship, the surfer couldn't help but feel upset too. Was it that bad if she found out? Didn't you trust her the same way she trusted you? She wanted to be able to release all of her thoughts and ask you if maybe there was something in your bond that was bothering you. But she didn't. And so, things remained the same.

That was a quiet evening, and the moon hung low over the mountains. Mualani had been taking a stroll, enjoying the peaceful night, when she stumbled upon you.

This time, though, there was no mistaking it—Kinich and you stood together under some trees, locked in a slow, deep kiss.

The girl’s cheeks burned as red as the pyro vision you hold so dear closely, eyes widely opening and heart skipping a beat. She gasped, louder than she intended, and both of you quickly turned toward her. You blinked twice before smiling stiffly, even daring to look a bit embarrassed, while Kinich gave her a calm look, his hands still resting on your waist.

“You two!” She exclaimed shaking her head, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier! I mean, I knew something was up, but really?”

You bit your lip while Kinich just blinked at her, slightly starting to look more guilty as well.

“We didn’t mean to keep it from you for long,” you said as you stepped out of Kinich’s arms and reached for her hand. “We were just... taking our time.”

Mualani arched an eyebrow. “Taking your time? You two were being so weird and annoying with all those suspicious interactions for weeks now! I’m supposed to be your best friend!”

Kinich rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. “We wanted to keep it quiet,” he said, his voice low. “At first, anyway.”

Mualani softened, her fake scold melting away into genuine affection. “Still, I would’ve loved to know sooner,” she said, her tone gentler now. “You know me better than anyone else. You know I would never judge you,” she sighed as she watches the sorrow on your face. “Nevertheless, I’m really happy for you both. Really am.”

You beamed and even Kinich’s usual stoic expression seemed to relax slightly.

Mualani continued, her voice full of warmth. “I’ve always known you two had something special. And now that I know for sure, you better believe I’m fully on board with this!” She shot Kinich a playful look. “Just make sure you treat (Y/N) right, okay?”

Kinich nodded, his eyes softening as he glanced at you. “I will.”

You squeezed Mualani’s hand, your eyes sparkling with gratitude and pure happiness. “Thank you, Lani. Your support means a lot to us.”

Mualani grinned, pulling you both into a tight hug. “Just don’t keep secrets from me again, alright? I’m always here for you two.”

You all laughed but shared a quick but sweet bond moment, the atmosphere light and easy. And somehow, Mualani couldn’t help but feel like everything had fallen into place just the way it was meant to.

“But just for your information. If the day comes of you get engaged and don’t tell me immediately, I’ll crash the proposal myself, make a huge scene, and tell everyone how long I’ve had to put up with your not so secret glances and not so subtle hand-holding. Trust me, it won’t be pretty!”

[zatyanaz]

"Kinich!", you had immediately called out to him upon reaching his favourite resting area.

You knew which tree he favoured most, but instead his usual reciprocated call for you from above, or him jumping next to you, you weren't exactly expecting him to suddenly appear next to you upside down.

"Need something?"

Although it didn't show on his face, you can easily see the amused glint in his eyes at seeing your surprise expression. It seemed your Kinich was feeling a little playful today, and so were you actually. You were also actually very giddy today, eager to see him after being busy for most part of the day.

Your body moved before your own brain could properly register it, and maybe the lack of Ajaw's commentary was also the reason you weren't snapped out of your affectionate daze.

Gently cupping his cheek, you easily leaned forward. Pressing your lips softly against his. The kiss felt different, but in a good way. You like it a lot. Or maybe it's just because it's with Kinich. You love all types of kisses with him. All his affection. You just really love Kinich...

Pulling away, his cheeks now decorated in a pretty blush, it doesn't need a genius to know he was taken aback by your gesture. He didn't dislike it though, not at all. And if the way his eyes shifted from your eyes to your lips repeatedly says anything, it's safe to assume he wanted another.

"You're turning a little red there love, why not come down?", you teased lightly.

"One more"

"Huh?"

"One more kiss"

You couldn't help but laugh a bit, especially with how determined he looked to get another kiss from you. But you indulged him anyway, after all you like kissing him to begin with.

"There, now get down from there before you get lightheaded"

"It's just a little lightheadedness, I've been through worst", this time it's him who pulled you closer.

"Kinich?"

"Again..."

Seems like he really liked this new type of kiss...

[zatyanaz]

he just can't resist you!</3

✰ . biting, creampie, hehehe whiny kinich, he is my new obsession, fem!reader, this is very short

quick fic to feed the kinich brainrot and in honor of his release

he's trying so hard to fuck you slowly-- thrusting in a harsh, unsteady rhythm with a bruising grip on your hips as his dick kisses your sweet spot each time he snaps his hips forward after pulling all the way back. kinich prided on keeping himself composed in.. desperate situations-- much like this one. so, he wondered just why it was so hard for him to do exactly that now. was it the way your cunt squeezed so perfectly tight around him? or the sound of your whines of his name that filled the room?

keeping his pace slow, though unsteadily so, he was seconds short of letting go of all of his remaining(yet scarce) self-control and fucking you like a rabid animal. he leaned forward, biting down on various spots on your neck hard enough to leave marks to try and anchor himself. you whined out, hands tangling and tugging in his hair as he continued to bite.

he was absolutely losing his mind, groaning into your skin every time he fully sank into you. staring into his pretty eyes whenever he brought his head up from biting all over you, the sight of him so focused yet unfocused due to how you alone were making him feel only tightened the coiling knot in your stomach. it was when he reached a hand down towards your clit to pinch and roll it between the pads of his slender fingers that you really lost it.

your eyes rolled back and your vision went spotty as your orgasm came over you, a whined cry of his name jumping out of your throat as your arousal made a mess all over his cock.

that made him lose it immediately. his nails dug into the fat of your hips, speeding up his thrusts imperceptibly as hardly coherent and desperate groans of your name slung out of his mouth. your moans only got louder, and you threw your head back against the pillows as your eyes rolled back. "no, no," kinich pleaded, "look at me baby-- please look at me."

his thrusts were rough and needy as he chased his high, overstimulated whines and whimpers leaving your mouth as you held on tight to his shoulders to try and steady yourself. his head hung low, lengthy hair tickling your face as he shamelessly moaned into your ear. his breath was hot on your skin, the sounds of pleasure emanating from his mouth almost enough to make you cum a second time.

he started again with messy kisses and licks all over your neck, moving onto bites as he desperately whimpered into your skin. a few more sharp thrusts and he bit down hard on your shoulder, groaning loud as he came undone. he was cumming hard into you, bruising pace finally slowing as he unsteadily fucked out his high before coming to a full stop-- the both of you panting heavy and trying to catch your breaths.

[zatyanaz]

(I didn't make this but I found it and it made me giggle so I'm reposting 😭)

[zatyanaz]

their kinks pt. 1 ! ✩ genshin boys hcs x fem!reader ↳ ft. xiao, zhongli, scaramouche, kazuha

XIAO has the biggest mommy kink ever. he's absolutely obsessed with your tits and loves sucking on them. that man is also a bottom, he adores it when you take control and make him feel good. get on top of him, he's strong, he can take it. straddle his body and tease him till he's crying. all he wants to hear is that he's your good, sweet little boy. touching him, stroking his throbbing little cock, it's all too much... he's so sensitive, he'll cum right away at the sight of you on top <3 ZHONGLI is really into bondage. he loves tying you up, having the best view of your perfect body. his favourite place to tie you up is your arms, keeping them out of his way while he absolutely ravages your body. he'd never want to hurt you though, so he'll always make sure you're not tied up too tight. all he wants is his darling, all to himself... <3

SCARAMOUCHE loves nothing more than hearing you beg. your desperate pleading for him to let you cum, tears in your eyes while you ask permission to pleasure him, he absolutely fucking loves it. your pretty voice, his pretty girl, you just sounded so precious begging for him. he'll squeeze your gorgeous little face in one hand, gazing into your teary eyes, wondering how much longer he'll deny you <3 KAZUHA is all about praise; giving, receiving, it doesn't really matter to him. but he loves to capture the sweetness of intimacy, to tell you that you're beautiful while he's deep inside you, to tell you that fuck, you're tight. he'll talk through everything with you, telling you just how good you're being for him. he'll always praise that gorgeous body of yours, reminding you just how perfect you are <3

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a/n: who should i write next? ✩