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hi there mod diluc! can i request a drabble/oneshot with diluc x fem (or gn) reader where the reader is insecure about their looks and feels like they're not good enough for him? kinda like a fluffy hurt/comfort? :)

Awe! Hey there, lovelyluc! Ofc I can do this, it was a nice breather from all the angst and smut that I have just brewing away behind closed doors, lmao!!! I hope this was to your liking! Sorry for keeping you waiting just really busy with personal things right now!! - Mod Diluc

Time and Time Again.

Diluc x Reader / Fluff-Comfort

Why does he like you.

It wasn't a question anymore. It was a demand you really wished to have the answer to.

Your fingers tapped incessantly against the oak tabletop surface you stood beside, your hand tightly wrapped around a wine glass, the flavoured liquid swirling inside fervently as your wrist rolled in circular motions. Your actions oozed with clear impatience and frustration; to what, however, was something only you were privy to right now.

You squinted your eyes and flared your nostrils as you bought the glass to your lips, taking a hearty swig of the beverage before returning back to your prior actions. Your mind continued to race with the 'what ifs' and possible 'whys.' But it was all for nothing without concrete evidence, theorising and speculation was never your strong suit. So you sighed out in exasperation, wishing to admit defeat, but the gnawing voice of no reason in the back of your head wasn't going to allow it.

You audibly groaned out now and rolled your eyes, your hand leaving the tables surface to rub against the side of your face. Your stubbornness was certainly going to be your ruin, so many questions to ask him, but no courage to voice them. Him being, of course, Diluc Ragnvindr; Mondstadt's biggest tycoon of the wine industry, the most wealthy soul and most eligible bachelor, well all of them were true except the last one now.

But that was the problem right now, wasn't it? He is supposed to be no longer eligible to single women out there, no longer a bachelor. For he is with you, happily, of course... right?

You took another deep swig of your wine after the realisation that he may not actually be happy with you. Maybe he married you only for convenience? Oh, Archons... what if he didn't like you at all?! What if you were just an easy option because he already knew you, a familiar face that could solve his problems?

Your eyes widened as the heaviness of it all began to sink your mind and heart into a pitiful state of despair and worry. He did always seem distant, didn't he? ... somewhat aloof to your gestures of affection and tenderness. Your glass is now empty and so placed on the table while you traverse the short distance to the storage cabinet stowed at the corner of the spacious and luxurious living room.

As you subconsciously manoeuvre around and fetch yourself another bottle of high-priced wine, your thoughts continue to swirl inside; he only ever shows for dinner and special occasions that require his presence with you, as if it was all just another task... another tedious duty... as if you... was just another mundane necessity.

Pop!

You blink rapidly as the sound of uncorking the bottle brings you back, and you don't even remember grabbing the extra strong alcoholic beverage as you watch the deep red liquid pour into your emptied wine-glass-now full. The unsteady wavering of the smooth contents locking your gaze in a sudden hypnotic power, watching as it rises and sinks left and right, till finally settling once the liquid no longer pours inside, steady, still, unmoving.

Much like your romantic life.

You whined to yourself pathetically as you placed the bottle down and swiftly lifted the glass back up to meet your dried lips and suddenly dried throat, swallowing more of the numbing buzz that slowly clouds you more into intoxicated cushioning. This was childish and certainly unhelpful. You knew that much, but what else could you do?

Nervously, you bit at your nail on your free hand unoccupied with keeping a steady hold on your glass, a nasty habit you obtained as a child when the nerves of failing in your parents eyes plagued your every waking moment, when things seemed to look bleak and wasn't going your way or in anyway that had been intended. And much like back then, that same dreaded feeling began to overwhelm you now. What if you're unattractive? What if your ordinary self is too plain for that level of extraordinary that Master Diluc so clearly was?

You never made mighty or outstanding achievements in your past. You never conjured up to much of anything worthy of note, let alone history defining. Your biggest crowned achievement was this, right now, your life, married in unison with Diluc Ragnvindr. It was something that made you brim with pride and unbridled love and happiness, your faint smile was fleeting as you reminisced on those sweet memories, before the darkness swept back over and left you alone with the mere thought of; happiness for you, sorrow for him.

The grip on your glass grew increasingly tighter, your knuckles whitening under the pressure, and your eyes also began to shine with a glossiness to them, tears threatening to spill. Was your true love only true to your heart? And not a shared experience with the man you'd held so dearly? You meekly rubbed the spilling tears from your cheek as some managed to escape you and drop onto the wooden surface you stood beside.

Click.

The door...

"Y/N?"

That voice...

No, no, no, not right now, he can not see me right now, not like this... no!

It was the very man you'd spent the best part of an hour stressing and crying over, his voice laced with concern as you heard the footsteps grow nearer and louder as he approached you from behind. You hated this! How was he so skilled at being so silent, only knowing he's nearby when it's far too late.

"O-oh, hello dear, I didn't hear you approaching." You tried to feign softness in your voice to hide the wavering tone behind it. You dared not to glimpse behind either. You feared seeing him right now. Eye to eye will only unleash the gates you're desperately holding under lock an key. So you remained faced stiffly toward the table and away from his heavy stare; "Naturally," he replied in that suave voice he naturally holds, "how else am I to keep my beloved on her toes?" He finishes with a soft chuckle.

Your heart aches, a smile forming ever so slightly on your now reddened face, your eyes still glossy and your cheeks somewhat shiny from the few tears prior. He jokes with you... would a man who loves you really care to entertain you? Your hand placed absentmindedly against your chest as you pondered: Diluc would, regardless, because he's always been a charming gentleman. To any an all. It did little to soothe your worry as much as it instead led you to admire him more, which resulted in your self resentment to blossom hotter.

"Y/N, you seem troubled, speak to me." He pleaded, though it sounded more of a demand. You were used to his stoic voice in most cases, that's why those odd times he did crack a joke or shoot a flirty line to you it caught you off guard and never failed to fluster you.

Suddenly, you felt his warmth press against you from behind, his arms slowly snaking around your waist to pull you more into him. His forehead resting gently on the base of your neck where your hair lay neatly braided, his eyes closed unbeknownst to you, of course. His body shifting ever so slightly to press tighter against you.

There was a thick awkwardness of dead silence after his request however, your mouth parted, but no words left you. You were losing yourself in your self worry, your self-hatred, all of it, and you closed your eyes to still your nerves that bubbled under the surface, threatening to erupt. He held you so lovingly, caressed you with earnest intent, showed concern, these are all acts a lover would surely portray to their beloved, in yet... something in your mind wouldn't rest, wouldn't leave well enough alone, and unfortunately, it took hold of your reason entirely and began to control your words.

"Do you love me Master Diluc?" You questioned.

"Master?" He questioned back. His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly in a quizzical expression as well as slight shock. You hadn't called him that title since the last day you served him or his family as a maid, since the day he proposed to you...

"Do you?" Your head instinctively began to turn, the itching desire to look the man in his eyes, in yet you froze, halted your actions and remained faced forward, eyes glaring down at your hands pressed against the tabletop, your focus locked onto the beautiful crystal smelted wedding ring the red head behind you had so gently slid onto your finger that faithful day.

"Y/N, of course I do. What is this?" His voice grew more stern now, stricter and laced with demanding expectancy. His grip on you began to loosen ever so slightly. The feeling of his grip softening only served to sting your heart harder. Could he not stand to you hold in an embrace for that long? Of course he couldn't, why would he want to? You're nothing.

You sniffed in sharply, a frail attempt to steady your racing heart that thumped aggressively in your chest, the blood rushing around and drowning your ears in white noise. You swallowed down the lump that had at some point lodged itself into your throat, a shaky breath exhaled past your lips.

"Y/N." He sounded annoyed...

"Why?" Your voice meekly replied back.

"Why what?" He sighed out, annoyed you'd answered his question with another question, yet still continued to humour you.

"Why do you love me?... no... how can you?" You spoke softly, it sounded as if it was meant only for you to hear, but with him pressed against you, his chin now digging into your shoulder softly and nuzzling against you, he was sure to hear it as well, and hear it he did.

"Why do you speak like this? Has something happened?" He began to deflect your questions now, the lack of a true answer doing nothing to calm your impending outrage.

"Yes, something did happen." You spoke clearly now.

"What." He was no longer asking.

"I've come to realise the truth." You replied, he pressed against you harder, only to glance down to see the two empty bottles of wine, and the currently opened high percentage one, your wine glass beside your hand that was clenched and whitening moreso.

He let out a defeated sigh before pulling away from you, the cold surrounded you like an unforgiving villain.

"You've been drinking." He stated factually.

"And what of it?" You retorted with somewhat aggression.

"You don't realise the nonsense you're saying to me right now." He argued flatly. His distate toward alcohol was known well to you, but it never deterred you from enjoying it from time to time, or using it as a way to lessen the burden of realising you're in a loveless marriage with a man far too out of your league.

"It is not nonsense. And stop assuming I am drunk." You growled, still not daring to face him.

He crossed his arms now, the somewhat screech of his clothes echoing out while tightening on him as his arms flexed in his ruby red long coat.

"You'd be inhumane to not be drunk after consuming so much of that wine, Y/N, specially from my self made bottles." He groaned out like a disappointed father.

You breathed in deeply and decided fuck it, turning round to face him now, you wish you hadn't though...

His crimson eyes instantly captured you into a sudden lock you were too weak willed to break from, his anger mixing with concern clearly painted over his face also hurt you, maybe you had been acting irrationally... but... but no, you wasn't, you are not drunk, certainly not, and you know what you're saying is true.

"I am inhumane though aren't I, Master Diluc?" You narrowed your eyes to which he squinted back, his hand coming out open palmed in a gesture to explain, "and how in all of Teyvat did you summon this ridiculous statement?" He questioned.

"I am nothing more than a maid... it's all I've ever been... all I'll ever be..." Your lip trembled, your resolve dissappeared faster then your prior glasses of wine did when you was downing them oh so ungracious like.

You hadn't realised at that point the way Diluc's angered expression softened almost instantly, his strict demeanour breaking in record time and replaced with one of hurt and confusion, how could you have noticed? Your eyes were looking down at your hands, at your ring.

"I... I don't deserve a man like you, I was stupid to ever think I deserved more in life. I don't deserve to love you, a man so beautiful, so fierce and charming, so talented... a man... whom I was meant to only serve..." Your eyes began to fill with tears, this time the alcohol had numbed your senses of it all and so they fell freely, dropping into the delicately woven carpet beneath your heels, the very heels that Diluc gifted to you for your birthday only four weeks ago.

Your lip trembled harder, your voice lost to your grieving, "you should be married to a woman of higher stature, dignified purpose, like... like the acting grand master Jean, or Eula Lawrence, a woman of nobility to match yours... not a commoner with nothing to her name! N-not a shabby maid whose only purpose was to clean dishes and mop floo-!" You were suddenly silenced.

Your eyes widened, the tears halting in your glossy stare, blurred ever so slightly, but the feel of his lips were always decipherable, the tender movement of his guiding lips on yours well known, his gentle tongue caressing your own into a joint dance of the wet muscles inside both of yours mouths. He pressed against you softly, your hands flatly pressing against the table behind you now, the need to feel grounded to avoid falling.

Your eyes closed as you slipped into the blissful embrace of your lovers passionate and somewhat desperate kiss, he was a man of little words, he didn't know how to soothe a troubled person let alone his suffering lover, but he hated seeing you this way, detested hearing your words, those lies, all of it wrong. He didn't know how to make you see this except to embrace you, something he's now realised while engulfed in all that is your womanly beauty, he's done very little of, definitely not enough of.

Only when the burning need for air gripped you both in your lungs did he finally pull away.

Panting softly, his hands now pressing either side your smaller frame, keeping you trapped against the table, his red hair up in his signature high ponytail, yet a few strands now come loose and frame his beautifully sculpted face. His eyes deepening its glare into you.

"Y/N. Please stop." His voice sounded so frail now, so hurt and your flustered self suddenly felt ashamed.

"That isn't true... none of it, and you know it." His eyes trail down your body slowly, shamefully eyeing you, he made it clear he was attracted to you in the way his eyes hunger and lust along your frame, only to come back to a stand off with your own glossy ones.

"You may have been a maid before that much is true, but that doesn't define you, it never did. I love you, for you, I would not have gone through such hassle to learn from my broth..." his voice cut short suddenly and died in his throat, the pained expression on his face making you fully understand who he was suddenly remembering, "...Kaeya, when I was younger, how to win your hand in marriage and gain your love, now would I?" He questioned, his head tilting slightly as he did so.

He held valid reason there... even your cloudy and intoxicated brain couldn't rebute that fact...

"I..." Your voice couldn't come out, you was too overwhelmed.

"Eula is an astranged acquaintance, to whom I keep at friendly and polite distance, for the mere sake of nobility respect, and Jean is a very close friend of mine Y/N, and yes, I love her dearly." Your eyes began to drop down, the jealousy already threatening to consume you once more, but his strong finger and thumb grip your chin softly and guide your sights back onto him, his lips close to yours, his hot breath fanning across your face. "But she isn't the one I'm in love with Y,N,"

He drops your face now and suddenly engulfs you in his warmth, the embrace soft and welcoming, hugging you tightly into him and clouding your sight in darkness now as you close your eyes and nuzzle into him helplessly.

"You are." He gently places a kiss atop your head; his hands stroking your back and another locking your head into place to keep you pressed into him lovingly so.

You couldn't help the smile that broke onto your face now, as if a weight had been lifted from you, the darkness finally beginning to dissipate within your mind, inside your heart, nothing but your burning love for him remained now. He says he's a man of few words and doesn't understand how to woo a lady, but you find it increasingly hard to believe, he certainly is a master at reassuring your drunken hazy worries.

"I am sorry Diluc, I let my doubts consume me..." You apologised softly while still nuzzled into him, and his gentle strokes, soft caresses and pliant kisses on your head let you know he forgave you, and it made you feel that somehow, he always will... because it felt that bit more safe to believe him, in his words, that Diluc Ragnvindr, the charming winery tycoon and Mondstadt's Dark Knight Hero wouldn't let you suffer alone, now, or ever.

And then suddenly, you knew for sure that your comforting thoughts of this man, this strong and fierce man, your lover, your husband, your soul mate, were all correct when you heard him mutter against your head as you began to be lulled into a gentle soothing motion; "I will remind you how much I love you Y/N, Time and Time Again."

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genshingarbage · 1 year

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So, uh, this is just some mindless drabble type stuff that sprouted for my sheer love for Al-haitham lmao, not me with the C1 Al-haitham whaaaaaaat??? Lmaoooo, but yea, this is just pure smut for the sake of smut, so uuuhh? Yea, enjoy, I guess? Lol also fair warning, in my mind Al-haitham is only cold and distant at work and to those he doesn't really trust, with those he trusts he's a giant sweet goofy teddy lmaooooooooo - Mod Diluc

My Business Not Yours.

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Al-haitham x Reader / Smut / One-Shot

The voices inside saying to turn tail and run, not to bother the man, leave him be and that you're just going to annoy him, after all he had stopped showing up at the Akademiya for a while now, and you had already clued in as to why; it was no secret, to you anyways, of the man he shared his home with, how close they seemed to be too. Where ever Al-haitham was in that building, Kaveh was right behind him, as if joint to hip.

You swallowed down the thick lump that was in your dry throat, nervously tugging at the bottom of your shirt that hugged around your body, your skin paling as the thoughts in the back of your mind began to grow increasingly louder the closer you got toward Al-haithams home.

Of course you liked Kaveh, pray he don't misunderstand! He's never done you any ill, and not once has he been rude or dismissive of you, whenever you use to visit he was so chatty and engaging toward you, it almost could've been mistaken for him enjoying anyone's company other than his own boyfriend's. Because they were boyfriends, they had to be. It just made sense in your mind.

But it didn't stop the little pain that nestled into your heart everytime you thought on it for too long, whether you wanted to admit it or not, you had fallen for Al-haitham, pathetically hard might you add. It wasn't your intention too, of course not, The Scribe was merely tutoring you as the Akademiya were low on staff as of late. He always kept discussions, work related, and professional.

Until as of recently, that is however, roughly two months ago, if you were to try conjure an estimation exactly of when he suddenly became a little more informal toward you, making jokes, asking more personal questions, ones that were on the level of what friends would ask. And with this sudden change of behaviour spiked a change in your way of seeing him, feeling for him.

You originally thought he was single, for he'd never mentioned the existence of Kaveh before, not for the entirety of the year you've known him. But he was if anything, a private man, kept to himself on almost everything and anything, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to you when he asked you round one evening for a few drinks, and some light chatter, to suddenly be introduced to this man who unbeknownst to you, and the rest of Sumeru City it would seem, had been settled here for some time now, in Al-haithams home.

But surprise you, it did, and you'd be lying if you didn't have to choke down the raw disappointment and heartache that swelled within upon the realisation as you smiled politely and introduced yourself to Kaveh. But still, you didn't blame him, of course not. You weren't entitled to Al-haitham in any sense of the word. The man can love who he wants, and Kaveh was a charming man to boot, not to mention friendly and sweet. You just got your hopes up is all, silly of you to do so in hindsight now, but what can you do? You're only human.

Still, it had been three weeks since Al-haitham had last been seen by anyone from the Akademiya, and that was unbefitting to The Scribe, other students and colleagues began to chat and spread rumours that he'd chucked his role in, but you knew better, no way in all of Teyvat would he quit his job, one, not unless for immensely good reason, and two, not without showing face and telling you, you hoped...

That is why you now stood here, hand clenched tightly around a case of yours, and his favourite alcohol shipped all the way from Mondstadt, the type you both enjoy when chatting the night away and killing time, knuckles whitened from your tightening grip as your other hand, clenched in a fist raised up toward the expertly designed door. Nerves gnawing away at your sanity and the burning desire to give up on it all and go home, but despite all the sirens going off in your nervous brain, your hand subconsciously knocked all the same.

Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing.

...nothing.

......still nothing.

Was he not home? It would be just your luck, after all, that he be out the one day, the exact time you come by to visit.

Knock, knock-

You jumped slightly as the door suddenly clicked opened. You hadn't heard him approach from within. How silent must he have been?

"Hello Al-" your voice died down in its happy greeting instantly, at what you saw before you.

Al-haitham hung against the door, drowsy, silver hair dishevelled, eyelids half closed, clothes wrinkled and... exposing parts he probably wasn't aware of, or by the lack of enthusiasm on his face, didn't care of.

"...Haitham" your meek voice finished your greeting that had partially died on your tongue.

He sniffed casually as his eyes opened more, revealing those oddly coloured pupils you could fall for again, and again, as he clocked it was you, his demeanour relaxing instantly he lazily turned and began to walk away from the door he now left open.

"Y/N, what brings you here." He asked in a monotone voice, though it didn't sound like a question, more so a statement.

You took it upon yourself to warily step inside his darkened home, closing the door gently behind you. Glancing around, you softly sighed. You'd feared this outcome. He'd been dumped, hadn't he? It's the only reasonable excuse as to why he's been absent, and now being here, seeing him so hopeless looking. Kaveh would've greeted you by now, but as you expected, the blonde never revealed himself.

"You've uh, been absent for some time, I grew worried is all Al." You continued to glance about realising; Kaveh's paintings and various other decorations were gone. Almost all that was him had disappeared without a trace. Your heart ached, not just for Al-haitham but also yourself, for you'd began to grow a bond with him too, seeing him as a dear friend.

"How thoughtful." He merely spat out, laced with nothing but sarcasm, his mood was sour, and it filled the place with tension. He slumped down on the stool in his kitchen that faced his island in the middle, resting his chin boredly in his palm, which was propped up by his elbow on the hard surface. His eyes darting to you and then to your hand.

"For me?" He questioned properly this time, albeit in a muttered tone, making you draw your attention back to him. Seeing his eyes on the dandelion wine case in your hand, you blushed softly at your forgetfulness.

"O-oh yes! Sorry, I thought maybe we could, uhm, I don't know, chat, I guess? And catch up." You hated how timid you sounded, but it was natural for you to be so around him at this point. He was intimidating even when he was not trying to be.

"Chat?" He mused lowly before huffing aloud, "Sure, haven't seen you in weeks. It would be nice to know how you've been, at least." He finished. You blushed harder at his confession, but he paid it no mind for his eyes were already off you and glancing ahead of him, at, nothingness, blankly.

You made your way around the kitchen island and placed the case down. You were nervous around him, sure, but once in is home, you found it second nature manoeuvring around and making yourself busy. Grabbing some glasses and pulling one of the bottles out, popping the cork off and steadily pouring the glasses out with the beverages. It just felt right and easy to go around his home and have it feel like it was part of you now.

Once filled you slid the glass across the surface to his open palmed hand, he gripped it and began to sip it instantly, it concerned you how fast he was consuming the liquid, but you'd just decided to keep a silent eye on him for now. Taking a small sip yourself, you tried to seem natural with the questions you had bubbling at the surface, wanting to ask them for minutes now; "So... Kaveh?"

"Gone." Short, curt. You expected that response.

"As in?" You replied.

"As in, not coming back." He finished.

You nodded to his words, swirling the glass in your hand as the other rest against the kitchen surface, before adding; "Am I allowed to know why?"

"Disagreement." Elusive again, he clearly didn't wanna talk about it, and you weren't in any position to press further either.

"I see..." You stated flatly, "I'm sorry." You felt obligated to say it, but his solemn look as he nodded slowly in appreciation to your care made you realise why it felt like an obligation in the beginning.

He held out the now empty glass, a silent request for a refill, so you did, placing the bottle back down once finished. He bought the glass back, but this time, he took a more tame sip before placing it down.

"How's work?" He suddenly questioned.

"Boring." You scoffed softly, to which he chuckled gently in response. It felt nice to hear him make that sound, even if it was only briefly.

"You meeting the deadlines?" He continued.

"Of course, I had you as my tutor for a year, remember?" You jested.

His brow furrowed as he sat up properly now to look you in the eye, "what you mean, had?"

The question caught you off guard because, in all honesty, you hadn't realised you'd used past tense. You looked up at him now, your eyes no longer transfixed on the coloured liquid swirling in your glass, gaze locked with his expectant look.

"I- well, uh, I just, people have been talking-"

"Saying what." He demanded.

"Well, that, uh, uhmm, well... that you've chucked the position of Scribe in, that you uh... aren't coming back to The Akademiya..." You finished shakily as if a student being interrogated by her teacher.

He let a sigh draw out his mouth slowly as he shook his head, eyes scanning up to the ceiling of his house as he muttered below exhausted breath; "Archons have mercy."

You stood there unsure what to say next as he just huffed out at nothing before feeling his gaze on you again, the weight felt instantly by you, your eyes shooting back to him to focus now.

"I'm just taking a small vacation Y/N, don't listen to them idiots when it comes to anything to do with me." He stated before taking another sip of his drink.

You nodded, affirming your understanding to his words as you chuckled; "I had a feeling you wouldn't quit your job over a break up anyway." You let out a soft laugh as you took a large sip of your own drink in hand.

His eyes nearly popped from his head at your words, however, as he set his glass down and stood from his stool now; "a what? I'm sorry? Did you say breakup?" The disbelief in his tone had you taken aback again, your tongue really was running loose right now wasn't it? You had a right mind to cut it out.

"I- I," you stuttered, unsure where to take the sentence formulating in your mouth now.

"Y/N... did you think me and Kaveh were..." he looked at you, brow quirked up in utter disbelief still.

You placed your glass down and sheepishly nodded your head as you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly.

You expected him to shout, to yell, but instead, he let out a boisterous laugh, guttural too. It rose from the truthfully deepest parts of his chest. You couldn't help but chuckle slightly yourself, seeing him laugh so giddily, it was contagious.

The tears swelled in his eyes and threatened to spill as he laughed so hard from your assumption before finally wiping his eyes and sighing aloud, coming down from his high.

"Y/N!" He said loudly but not in an angry way more of 'I can't believe you' joking kinda way, "I'm not gay?! What on earth gave you that idea?" He snickered again, his lips curving up into a wide smile. You opened your mouth but quickly shut it, wanting to save grace and not make yourself more of a fool.

"I- well, I don't know! Maybe the fact you had a man living in your home in secrecy for one! Sheesh, you can't blame me for thinking you two were an item. You bickered like an old married couple every time I came around to visit archons sake!" You lifted your hands in a gesture akin to 'help me out here'.

However, his smile faded when the realisation of the fact Kaveh had come back into play hit him, and you mentally yelled at yourself again for ruining the mood.

"I'm sor-" you instinctively went to apologise as the sad face he now had hurt your heart so desperately, but he waved his hand, dismissing your words.

"No, it's alright, don't be sorry, it's funny you assumed we were together, but no, we are just g- we were just good friends." He smiled at you as if to be reassuring to him saying he's alright, but the look of brokenness didn't help him in that effort. "We hadn't seen eye to eye for a while, and it was only a matter of time before, well, this," his hand gestured to the lack of Kaveh's decorations and designs, and presence "finally happened." He sighed, reaching for his glass again and taking another large swig.

You remained silent for what could you possibly say right now that would be of any comfort? He'd lost a once dear friend, and you'd now realised you'd lost a blossoming friendship too, and it stung you bad, so you could only imagine how much it hurt for him. The way he downed his drink made you happy you'd bought it in the first place, though you wasn't one to agree with drowning sorrows with alcohol. It helped every now and then, at least.

You stretched out, allowing a loud huff to leave yourself and effectively kill the silence that had begun to drown the room in tension; "Come, no more sad talk, let's take the drinks to the sofa and have some catch up time, I've missed my drinking buddy." You smiled warmly, and he simply smiled and nodded back.

The night quickly went by with you both talking about work, discoveries you'd made, ideas he'd been sitting on, interests and further hobbies you'd both decided to reveal to one another, reminiscing on past funny moments when working together, joint dislike towards certain colleagues and disagreeing with many of The Akademiya's methods in pursuit of knowledge.

It was moments like this that made your heart swell harder and reminded you why you'd begun to fall for him in the first place. You both clicked together over every little detail. You either complimented each other perfectly with your agreements on matters or delicately accentuated your differences in debates on others. Either way, you were both puzzle pieces that perfectly placed together in any jigsaw.

From both yours and his humour to your hobbies and interests, it didn't matter. You just enjoyed the company of each other over everything, you were comforted in his presence, and he was comforted in yours. There was no need for further questions or desperate attempts to create conversational topics, they fell from you both so naturally, and even more so once the alcohol had finally began to take root in your mind and his.

Cut to fifty-seven minutes later, and you're both closer with one another than how you'd oringally started out tonight, figuratively and literally. The jokes becoming more daring with underlining tones you couldn't quite take as anything more than flirtatious banter right now, and your tongue becoming even more looser than before.

You couldn't stop laughing, not with how Al-haithams drunken impersonation of one of your more annoying work colleagues was so spot on! Right down to the way he always flicks his hair as if he's a famous scientist known world wide.

"Pffthahahaha!" Your tears fell from your eyes freely as you couldn't stop laughing. You'd broken into such a giggle fit it even caught Al-haitham in the midst of it beginning to wheeze himself, you both sat on his sofa, the light basking you in a relaxing glow as the nightsky had claimed territory above Teyvat outside now.

You tapped his knee gently pleading for a time-out to catch your breath, though he'd stopped impersonating a full minute ago now and so you both were just clutching your stomachs and wheezing like two utter mad men as the alcohol sent a pleasant buzz down your spine.

Once the laughing had finally begun to die down, you found yourself just staring at him, your head cocked to the side and resting in your palm as it pressed against the back of the sofa. He breathed in deeply to regain some slight composure before looking at you, cocking his head playfully at you now.

A small smile crept onto your lips uncontrollably, and your words fell effortlessly from you; "you're just a big goof ya know that?"

He gasped mockingly as he turned to place his glass down on the small coffee table stowed away at the side of his sofas' arm rest. Turning his attention back to you, "so rude Y/N."

You giggled, rolling your eyes, your other hand loosely holding the glass at a slight angle, the wine inside close to spilling out if you were to tip it anymore so; "No, honestly, I use to be so afraid of you, worried I'd make you unhappy with my work, or you'd not even bother to grace me with your attention ever. You came off so cold and distant..."

He began to nudge himself closer to you, subconsciously maybe, but you weren't finding it anywhere in yourself to complain right now.

"That so?" He drawled out in a smile, "makes sense, I suppose, I do tend to keep everyone at arms length. Can't trust people that well from The Akademiya, even so-called colleagues." He finished slowly. His eyes locked with yours, "Why'd you stick around if I was so unwelcoming?" He questioned.

You shrugged as you broke the joint gaze to bend round and place your own glass down now, feeling your mind become ever so slightly dizzy you had little foresight left, which gave you the reasonable reaction of putting the glass out of harms way, turning back round you noticed Al-haitham had moved even closer now, and the proximity had began to make butterflies flutter in your stomach ever so slightly, but the alcohol made good distraction of said feelings.

His eyes searched yours for something. You were unsure of what, but they were definitely searching and searching deeply, too. Neither of you spoke now as your eyes were lost in one another, till he finally broke the silence; "I wanna kiss you." It was sudden, and so crystal clear you couldn't even pretend to have not heard it. Your cheeks burned as you suddenly felt hot and entirely trapped by him. Your throat ran dry all too quickly, and you swallowed down a lump that had begun to form; "i-... okay..." is all your drunken mind could respond with, for it seemed much easier to follow your hearts wants and desires now that you'd drowned yourself into intoxication.

He shuffled closer slowly, his eyes burning into yours before dropping to your lips, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip subconsciously, your mind was moving at a thousand miles a second right now, but the only thought that stuck out from all the rest was how unbelievably sexy he looked right now, as the redness dusted over his cheeks became more visible, and the slight huffs of his breath became more audible, as the air grew hotter and more tense as he drew in closer, his arm spreading over you to lock his fingers into the armrest beside you, effectively caging you in, his other hand cupping your cheek softly but firmly, angling your chin just right and then-

A relaxed sigh escaped your mouth only to be swallowed by his own as his lips pressed gently into yours, his tongue seeking permission to enter inside your mouth, to which you eagerly granted him, your eyes had closed instantly upon the feel of his lips meeting yours, and he slowly closed his eyes a few seconds after, the kiss now deepening as his tongue danced around yours and laid claim to your mouth with his dominance.

You felt your mind going light and fuzzy now, the kiss drifting you further into a dreamlike buzz. You so hopefully wished to never wake if it were just a dream all along. The breathing that exited both your noses were louder than usual as the intensity of the kiss grew more feverish, the wheeze of your lungs be pushed to their limit began to sting, and it must've been doing the same to the scholar above you as he then slowly, albeit it reluctantly, removed his lips from yours.

The string of saliva that connected both your lips snapped once he took a somewhat bated shaky inhale, his eyes never leaving yours once you'd finally reopened your eyes to catch your own breath. His thumb absentmindedly began to stroke sweet circles against your jawline and cheek, and you found yourself happily pressing further into his touches.

"How long?" He questioned, though his voice was more hoarse and rough now.

You looked into his eyes, knowing what he meant instantly, for you could see the same want spread across his face that you were also clearly painted with too.

"Several months now." You replied, honestly.

Still looking at you he began to manoeuvre you both softly, guiding you down, back pressed against the sofa chair, him now looming above you, the light that lay suspended in the air from his living room ceiling being blocked from directly shining in your eyes by Al-haithams towering figure above you now.

"Is your assumption of my relationship with Kaveh the reason I've been getting zero response from you with my advances?" He asked earnestly. His eyes make you feel naked with how intensely they stare at your every detail.

"I... I suppose so, yes." Your mind couldn't think straight anymore. You were in such a proactive position with the man you'd had a burning desire for months for now caging above you, alcohol having now also dammed your senses and sunken your defence, and he was interrogating you? When your mind clearly hungered for something else right now.

He chuckled softly as if it was all a big joke the world had been playing on him from the start. He lowered his face abruptly and placed warm, open-mouthed kissed against your neck and the juncture between where your neck and shoulder connect, eliciting a breathy moan from your numbing body.

"You nosy little minx," he began to gruff the words out through intakes of air between his onslaught of sensational wet kisses that marked all over your neck and shoulders, his hand gripping the top of your shirt to lazily pull it further down to reveal more skin for him to revel in. "That was my business, not yours," he nipped at a specific soft spot on your neck that made you hitch your breath under his magnifying pleasure. "Because of your sniffing around, you conjured up false accusations, and it cost me," you began to pant harder as his kisses grew more heated and possessive in their nature to mark up your skin and lay claim to you.

"Al-...mmhaahh- Al-haitham," your voice was soft, barely above a whisper as you shakily moaned his name out, a plea, a beg, you wasn't sure what, but your instincts could only give you strength to say that one word, however as he hungrily bit down on your neck you couldn't stifle the proper moan that slipped from your lips this time.

"Make more of those noises for me," he sounded drunk on his lust, and you were in the same ship as him, his lips and tongue were made by the devil, they had to of been, to elicit such sinful sounds from your very own mouth. His fingers clutched tightly on your shirts fabric. It was only a cheap, flimsy thing you'd thrown on in your haste to come see him today, "this, is in the way," he practically snarled the words out as a loud tearing sound echoed throughout the spacious living room, a blush burning at your cheeks now as you felt the temperature change, you hadn't worn a bra either-

"Temptress." He stated in a frenzied manner as he dipped his head down past your neck now, you cried out in sheer overwhelming pleasure as his hot mouth encased round your nipple, sucking on it fervently, his tongue flicking it around between the clasp of his teeth inside. Your hands slipped through silver locks, so silky to the touch, you giggled to yourself inside, as depressed as he was, he always made sure he was well pampered, such a pretty boy.

Your eyes closed as you got swallowed up to all the burning sensations that engulfed your body right now, his tongue, lips, teeth made sure to bite, kiss and suck any and all flesh that held his attention, while his hands left delicious squeezes and gropes all over your thighs, slipping underneath your arching behind to properly feel your rear too, he made sure to leave no part of you undiscovered by him.

"Tried so damn hard," he continued to growl hoarse and roughly as he bit against your fleshy mounds that were now glistening in slight sweat, "to make you realise my obvious want for you," he panted heavily as he began to shuffle about again, your body too weak and overwhelmed to resist anything he'd do to you now, but as you felt your legs being lifted and the feel of your pants being roughly pulled down you mewled in excitement as to what's to come.

Though your mind was hazy with the thick fog of arousal as the room slowly began to permeate with that smell of sex, your hands slid up his body, squeezing into his firm muscles on his arms, your mouth watering slightly as you took into consideration the sculptured frame of perfection that hungrily stripped you as if you were the marvel to behold here.

"Feeble Scholar, my a-ass." You breathed out to which he once having finally thrown your pants on the floor bent back down closer to your mouth to properly hear, "what was that?" He panted out his request, his face so flushed with his burning desire for you. "Yo... you can't blame me for having... doubts, how could I have ever expected to... engg... have a chance with you? You're so... perfect." You confessed your insecurity to the whole ordeal that had been burning at the back of your mind since the moment you began to pine after him, alcohol really was a dangerous thing you'd drunkenly realised.

He sat up, an almost flustered amusement painting his face as he lulled his head back, lazily running a hand through his silver hair, looking as if in thought, before sniffing in sharply through his nose and lowering his head back down to burn his gaze back into yours. You suddenly felt that naked feeling again, and it wasn't because you were in nothing but your dampening panties underneath him, no, it was that look he gave again, as he burned every detail of you into him, as if blinking would make you disappear so he wouldn't dare too.

"I won't be held responsible for this," he muttered out as you felt a tug at your waist and then heard another snapping sound. You gasped about to voice a complaint over one of your favourite panties now being ruined, but instead, you choked on your words and hiccuped a moan out instead. His long fingers deftly shoved into your now soaking entrance, two push inside which caused you to shudder hard under him and writhe around, his grip on your hip kept you in place however, bruises were sure to show tomorrow from his hold.

He began to scissor you open in an expertly way that left you speechless and mewling with delight, his thumb pressed against your clit and stimulated it simultaneously with quick and fast circular motions, your eyes beginning to water as your body wracked with pleasure as if small sparks of electrocution ran through your very veins, the heat pooling below rapidly now. "Heh, that's it, keep singing for me Y/N, keep," he began to spread his two fingers wider inside you, stretching you open deliciously past your normal limits, "making, those, faces." every word he gruffly barked out with that hot underlining tone of lust was accentuated with the spread of fingers lodged deep inside you.

You felt your climax barrelling into you so suddenly, the way your body tensed under him, your eyes rolling back as you cried out, the gush of your own slick and juices coating his fingers and hand, dribbling down to his wrist, he merely smirked as he watched you unravel beneath him, a gift for himself, so beautiful and alluring, he continued to scissor and thrust his fingers slowly inside you as you rode down from your incredible high.

He then leaned down beginning to pant harder, he sounded out of breath, much like how you sounded right now too, your face flushed red from cheeks to nose and ear tips, he wore the same expression, both of you intoxicated by far more than just alcohol. You had so many thoughts and words wishing to be voiced aloud but you found them dying on your tongue with every attempt, the sensations causing too many shudders and delectable thrums of ecstasy up your spine.

It wasn't long at all till his mouth was on yours again, another hot, sloppy make out between you both, tongues twirling with each other as air was squeezed from your lungs, teeth clattering in the transaction but it meant nothing to you, feeling him on you like this, devouring you, it felt good, so good, and so right, you submitted yourself wholly to him and he could sense it in the way your body relaxed and fell pliant beneath him as he continued to domineer the stinging hot kiss between you both, a muffled groan leaving his throat only to be swallowed hungrily by you in return.

"w-want you..." you whimpered softly while catching your breath.

"You're gonna have me." he concluded as he sat up and swiftly removed his tight emerald green vest that often left nothing to the imagination of his amazing physique.

You hesitantly lifted your hand up, the intrusive thoughts of wanting to explore every crevice of his skin, every ridged bump along his six pack down to the sharply carved V-line that disappeared beneath his unbelievably tight trousers. But your hand stilled, as if worried or more so, undeserving to feel such a beautiful being like him. He merely scoffed incredulously to your hesitancy, gripping your hand firmly and placing it flat against his abs, your cheeks flaring red as he guided your hand along those said tempting ridges and bumps, feeling the divine skin underneath you.

"We are past shyness of touch dear, stop looking at me with such hunger, and start actually acting on it," he chuckled in a far too sexy way above you as he knelt between your legs that were now hung either side his own legs. His hair a cute mess, his lips wet from your constant need to suck the air from one another, his eyes glossy and coated over with soul damning lust.

You let your hand continue to explore his abs before slowly sliding up and over his pecs, across his toned chest, he truly was stunning, so well built, he lies when he says he doesn't work out, no one gets a shape this godly without putting effort in, but you would reprimand him for lying later, now is worship time, your other hand began to join you in its neediness to explore him and he chuckled airy like toward you, his brow raising in amusement making him look like a smug god before you, "You really like what you see huh?"

You scoffed with the first sign of confidence you'd had since this whole crumbled down fiasco transpired, "Wouldn't you if you was faced with such an unremarkably sexy person?" you quipped back, he then swiftly gripped your hands and bought them to his lips, soft gentle kisses pressing into them as his eyes locked with yours once again, a smile pressing into your hand from his lips as the hot breath fanned against them as he spoke, "I am." is all he rebutted back at you before guiding your hands up and above your head, locking them together with one of his own, his strong fingers clasping round your wrists.

You blushed hard at his compliment, suddenly he has such a way with words, so suave and smooth out of nowhere, you were use to the cold distancing from before, and then the goofy and sarcastic man after, but this new side of him was just as welcome as all the ones you'd seen before, any side of him you would accept as part of him, just as you knew any side of you yet to be revealed would be seen no differently by him.

You blinked the tears away that swelled in your eyes from the overwhelming insanity of all that was taking place currently, sniffing softly as you tried to regain composure, the buzz of the dandelion wine and the heady scent of sex clouding your judgement so easily, your focus was redirected down south sharply however, when you heard the sound of his zipper ringing out, your throat suddenly felt too dry as you swallowed in anticipation.

You didn't even notice the cocky smirk on his lips as he watched your shining eyes focus solely on his fingers under his trousers away from your prying sight, he couldn't deny the desperation frothing inside him to feel your walls clenching around him however, so in one swift movement he pulled the front of his trousers down and with it the spring of his nearing eight inch cock bounced out in all its well trimmed glory.

Your eyes bulged wide at the sight, Archons he was massive! ...was, ...was he gonna be able to fit inside you? Suddenly you wasn't so sure as you looked at the pretty shaped pink head weeping plentiful of its precum, the thick girth and more than generous length, so heavy it was that even with how hard he was to the thought of taking you, the blood pumping down south couldn't properly lift the darn thing, it stood straight out and drooped ever so slightly.

"Holy fuck Al, you're ma-massive." You choked your words out with little care of modesty, you were worried and impressed, and you wasn't gonna deny it to him. He laughed, properly, full of warmth and genuine amusement, it gave you that giddy feeling again to see his sweet smile with no filters. "Relax Y/N, if you don't think you're up to it-" he was being polite, you knew that, but the look in his eyes was obvious, and you also knew he didn't mean it, he wanted you, bad, and you're anything but a liar, your mind could hardly even catch up to your current thoughts as you blurted out shamelessly, "No, fuck me-"

He squeezed your wrists in his grip tighter, to the point that you'd almost forgotten he still had them caged above your head, his eyes simmering into a darker shade as his lust consumed him, his expression looking ravenous and hungry now, "Thank fuck you didn't say no, I need you, so fucking bad," he snarled the words out beside your ear to which you mewled at as you felt his thickness now rubbing against your slick covered walls, your hole clenching around nothing in desperation to feel full.

Just as his head began to prod and poke at your entrance, sending tiny shivers rippling all over your muscles, for some reason, completely lost to you, your mind thought about the condition of his clearly expensive furniture. "W-wait! Your s-sofa..." your voice was so unsteady now, words became harder and harder to force out, you just wanted to make animalistic sounds of pleasure, pleasure he kept sinking you further into. He shook his head as his hand released over yours and placed firmly beside your head, the other now on the other side too, caged beneath him once more, just how you'd grown to like it apparently. Your hands reflexively shooting out as your hands dug into his muscular arms, flexing beneath your squeezing fingers, you squeezed tightly, trying to ground yourself to him, to anything, just, to feel as if you wasn't drowning, but oh, you were.

"May come as, a haaah... surprise to you, Y/N," his voice strained as he began to push his thick girth deeper, and deeper inside you, spearing your insides and stretching you unfathomably around him, your juices spurting out in unbelievable amounts, coating his cock in a shiny layer of slick as it continued to bury deeper inside you, your voice gone entirely now, replaced with heavy pants, whines and mewls, your brain frying all that's coherent. "But I don't give, a shit, about my sofa, ahhh f-fuck meeeerrngh, right now." he snapped his hips forward suddenly to finish bottoming out inside you fully, your stomach looking slightly bulged to his sex driven mind, but he could just be high on endorphins right now.

Upon feeling his tip press and kiss against your cervix it forced a combined moan from the pair of you, you'd never felt so fucking full, you'd only had sex a handful of times, but you didn't need to be a slut to realise no cock would ever have this man beat, he remained still, his thick veined cock lodged deep inside your spasming and tight walls, his eyes fluttering shut as he sucked a breath in harshly trying to steady his control, "fucking...hell Y-Y/N, you're so bloody tight mmnph.." you panted heavily, your tongue lulling out as you did, he couldn't help but to lean down and kiss you with a searing hot passion, your fucked out expression did something wild to him and if he had any less self restrain you'd be fifty-shades fucked out your fucking mind right now.

Your tongues danced with each other in nothing but a messy exchange of saliva, muffled moans and whines at his testing little thrusts, short and slow, but he was so deep that he was already making you see stars, you pulled away to breath once again, your lips shiny from your messy and continuous make out sessions, "well sorry, but did i-it ever occur to you, you're too f-fucking deep," you hissed as he suddenly rolled his hips into you causing him to rub and press against several of your sweet spots, your shuddering and spasming causing him to shudder as well, both of you cursing to high Celestia and back in unison as he then breathily chuckled against your ear, "nah, you can take more feisty thing," he mused.

Before you could question what he meant though he began to thrust fully into you now, slow but continuous and deep, your eyes squeezed shut as you began to moan loudly with wild abandon, he had no neighbours anyway so what'd you care? "S-see? taking me so well, good girl, haah." his voice was deep, strained, rough and hoarse, everything and all things that make him sexy to you at any given time, he was all in one at this exact moment, and his praising made your mind go fluffy and flash white behind your eyes, he realised it instantly with the way he almost came from your sudden squeezing and sucking from your ever so tight fluttering walls.

"ahh, fuuucckk, you like that baby? mmh?" he tilted his head as he sat up, his hips flushed against yours still, but now knelt between you sitting up he could probably admire the picturesque form you currently were in, sinfully gorgeous with how thoroughly fucked out your face was, your eyes half open, filled with lust and want, your cheeks red, your skin glistening with more sweat, panting and mewling, you were utterly divine to him right now, he laid his hand flat against your stomach slowly, pressing the bulge that he could certainly conclude was actually there now.

The way he pressed down on your stomach made you stutter out a sobbed moan, he was making you feel more full if that were even possible, he pressed against his own cock that was wedged so deeply inside you now, "mmh, I never did realise, just how... small you were, fuck, compared to me Y/N." he bit his lip harshly and you somehow found the energy to chuckle, though you were becoming rapidly more lightheaded, "telling me you have a size kink now, h-huh?" he smirked at your jab as he rolled his hips roughly against you again, causing your eyes to roll back and let out a wanton moan, "what was that, my little good girl." You mewled in response to the praise, the pet name if you will, your walls fluttering vigorously around his length again causing him to bite his lip once more to remain composed before beginning to trust at a steady pace now.

You couldn't believe you both were just idly revealing kinks while he was actively impaling you. But like you'd come to accept, opening up to him really was easier than breathing at this point. And breathing was suddenly becoming harder for you too, with how he continued to spread you open, rearrange your organs and insides to mould into the perfect sleeve for his cock, and his cock alone, he was burning his girth, his length, him, inside you fully, and you knew you weren't gonna forget the feelings he gave to you, and you didn't want too.

Your eyes had closed what, ten minutes ago, twenty? …forty? You really wasn't sure, but his pace hadn't let up, the battering of your poor insides was starting to ache you, you'd already came again and he'd just thrusted you through it into utter overstimulation, his lips trailing your neck, your shoulders, nibbling your ear, marking your chest, overstimulation was clearly another one of kinks, but with the way your tears spilled so gratefully and the delicious burn of your battered inside built you quickly to another encroaching climax, maybe... you were also into over stimulation, hmm.

"Fuck... Y/N, sorry but, I'm close..." if you were able to form anything of coherent audibility right now you would tell him to shut the fuck up with the whole 'sorry' sorry for what? Idiot. If he thought he was under performing right now... he needed a serious talking to, but as you felt his cock begin to twitch wildly so deep inside and the way he showed no signs of slowing down or pulling out, you started to realise why he may have said sorry...

"w-ahh wait, wa-wait, Al...mmhp, Al, you aren't s-seriously going to, to..." he shook his head as he pressed himself down onto you, his chest pressing against yours, your breasts rubbing against his chest as his hand flatly laid over your mouth, so big it was his fingers had to part to let your nose have an airway to breath through as your eyes widened to your sudden forced silence, "shhh, be a good girl, take it, take it all Y/N, Mmph...," he rolled his hips before beginning to rut into you, his hand sliding between your bodies and hurriedly swirling circled motions against your swollen clit and with that your eyes rolled back as he sent you over into another blissed out orgasm that flashed your sights white and your hearing just ringing out.

"Ahh fuuuck, yes, just like that baby, just like that, keep cumming on my cock you slut." you couldn't say anything, even your moans were muffled into near silence, your harsh breaths through your nose as your head went fuzzy and utterly fried from overstimulation now to the point of being fucked dumb, your nails scratching down his back leaving marks, eliciting a sharp hiss and growl from Al-Haitham as he continued to rut hard into you, "f-fuck, I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming, take it, take it a-all, arrghhh!" his head lulled back as he groaned out and then you felt it, spurt after spurt of hot thick ropes of his cum painting and smearing your insides, filling you to the brim, the squelching of your ridiculously soaked and battered entrance around his throbbing and twitching cock, hungrily your insides sucked and milked his balls dry till his shallowed thrusts into you and the twitching of his cock had nothing left to give.

He dropped down onto you, careful not to fully crush you under his weight, both of you panting heavily as he slid his hand from your over your mouth up into your hair, softly petting your scalp, the affectionate gesture made a warm swelling feeling inside you, that or you know, the bucket load of his cum and cock still deeply buried inside you. It was only once the haziness began to leave and you were left post thoughts after sex that you began to chuckle before breaking into a fit of laughter, his eyes had closed from exhaustion, but opened slowly to your laughing fit, chuckling himself and lifting his head softly before the contagious laughter caught him too, causing him to break out laughing as well while dropping his forehead against yours, both of your eyes watering with joy filled tears and overwhelming emotions.

Once the laugher died down and you were both now just sniffling with slight chuckles his eyes sunk downward then back up into yours, "Darn, the sofa's ruined now." he snorted to which you giggled at childishly, then the silence took over fully and you both lay together, eyes locked on one another once again, "I like you too Y/N." He boyishly smiled at you to which you rolled your eyes before a smile couldn't help but form too, "I would hope so" you returned.

After your pillow talk to one another you both got up and cleaned the mess up as best you could, he offered you first shower to clean yourself but you decided it was easier to just shower and clean together, you both continued to chat and joke, somewhat naughtily in your washing up time, but managed to come out of it actually clean. You didn't further discuss his prior feelings toward his ex-friend, it was his business not yours after all, though it saddened you to think you may never see Kaveh again, people come and go unfortunately, and in all honesty, no one knows what the future holds do they? Optimism is best suited in these saddening times to keep one going, and you wanted him to remain positive, you wanted to help relieve some of his sorrow and tension and you felt the mood had finally lifted and unbelievable progress had been made, the man you'd been crushing so hard for, reciprocated your feelings fully and it left you warm and fuzzy whenever you thought about it.

You stayed the night, to which more less than innocent things took place in his bedroom with you, no surprise there, he had amazing stamina and recovery time you'd thoroughly figured out during this endeavour. But the next morning you ate breakfast with him and continued to bask in the comfort of just being around him, to which he fully and equally returned the mutuality of. But alas, you did have work back at The Akademiya, so with a chaste farewell kiss you bid him goodbye till the next time you had time to come see him, assuming he still wasn't ready to come back just yet, which you were fine with, at least you had closure to his absence and could tell your colleagues to shut up with their bickering and rumour spreading.

The sun was rising bright above Teyvat as you were inside Al-Haithams office giving it a quick clean over, it was growing dusty from the lack of attention it had received for weeks now, it had been a couple days since you and him, took the next step in both of yours relationship, so to speak, and you couldn't help but already be missing him, did it make you petty? Probably, but at least you felt somewhat closer to him in here, in his office, and the excuse of spring cleaning kept everyone's suspicions at bay.

"Missing me so much already are we?" His voice came from behind you suddenly, causing you to jump near out your skin, whipping round fast eyes wide before resting your hand on your chest calming your nerves, "Archons Al, don't sneak up on me like that."

He quirked his brow as he set down some various documents and paperwork onto his desk turning to you, "Me? You're the one skulking about my office stalker." he squinted his eyes in challenge but you knew better than to raise to it, "Am not." or so you thought.

He smiled as he glanced around realising you had been cleaning his office during his absence, "Thank you though, honestly, for taking care of things while I was too busy moping." He turned back to his papers beginning to organise them in order of projects in dire need of attention on top, with the less urgent ones beneath.

"Well, everyone needs their time and space Al, even the amazing Scribe." you smiled warmly as you finished the left over areas that needed cleaning, gasping softly when you felt hands suddenly squeeze your hips and spin you back around, your hands dropping the cloth as they rested quickly atop his broad and firm shoulders, meeting met face to face with Al who stared down at you, your cheeks flushed red, you were in public was he mad?!

"Al?! Not here you mad man!" You whisper yelled to him trying your best to have a serious and scolding expression but he merely chuckled an kissed the tip of your nose lovingly, "Whatever happens between us in this office, is of no concern to others." he flatly stated as he began to trail kisses down your neck, your core beginning to pool with heated arousal and neediness for the man against you, a sigh of content seeping from your lips as your eyes fluttered softly, "What do you plan to do to me in here AL..." your voice was soft and laced with nerving excitement and anticipation.

He lifted his head to let his eyes capture yours once more, his breath hot against your lips as he whispered seductively, "That's my business, not yours."

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can i please request softdom kaeya gently trying to convince a shy and reluctant female reader to sit on his face for the first time <3

Hello reader! Ofc! That can be arranged, hehe~ I am trying to better improve my Kaeya writing anyway. Since Mod Kaeya is obviously a natural at writing for the man, I, too, would like to become good at it, lol. So I hope this is too your liking. I tried my best! - Mod Diluc

Trust Me || NSFW - One Shot ||

Kaeya x Reader / Smut / One Shot

"Mmh, there's my good girl. Just like that, shh..." Kaeya's voice floated around the room like silk cloth bellowing in the wind, his ice cold eye filled with nothing but burning hot desire to see you sink further into bliss.

It never did take much for him to get you exactly where he liked, which right now seemed to be staddled over him. Plush thighs embedded either side him as you both rest on top of yours and his shared bed; your face flushed rosy red on the cheeks, your lips parted sweetly allowing your gentle moans to fall like sinful prayers, your inner thighs now sporting a slight coat of shine on them from your slick, pleasurable shudders erupting all over your body and pliant muscles as Kaeya's long and skilled fingers continue to wriggle inside your fluttering walls, working towards your inevitable climax.

He'd wanted to see you become a hot mess all day, and yes, he could've remained the one on top, easily, might he add. But every now and then, having you sit on his lap like this, behaving so well for him and taking all that he gives you; Celestia couldn't compare. Getting to worship you like you're his secret and sinister Archon, manifesting your true desires to him, and him alone, it felt like a constant dream.

But there was... something... he'd wanted to suggest for a while now, something he knew your innocent and oblivious self would refuse instantly. It left him in awe sometimes how you can be so cute, so caring and kind, thoughtful and proper, show signs of a true lady born of some higher nobility, and yet still remain in that same pure light even when he's done such damning things to you.

The positions he's taken you in, the desires he has clawing in his chest every waking hour for your taste, for you. How he'd ever managed to ensure such a divine being locked by his side will forever elude him, but he cared not for how he'd managed to obtain you, more so how to keep you focused forever on him, on what he can do to you and make you feel.

And there was something he wanted to make you feel tonight, that's for sure.

He needed time, though, to work away your nervousness, if being a silver tongued devil mastered with the wit of fast learning had given him anything in his life, it was the equipment one needed inside to be patient when whittling a defence down to become vulnerable for attack, this was the same in regards to battle as well as in bed he'd come to realise.

"That's it, Y/N, keep making those noises for me." His suave voice hummed out as he watched your head fall back in ecstasy, how open you were to him, how easy it was to read you and all that you're feeling from him, your innocence betrayed you in many ways, his dear little princess.

His two fingers that were swallowed inside your warmth began to mimick a 'come hither' movement, pressing against your delicate walls as he did. A hitch in your breath at the sudden spike in pleasure didn't go unnoticed to the pirate, a smirk on his lips felt against your neck as he began to paint you in open mouthed and hot breathed kisses.

His hand remained wedged between your thighs above his own waist, the other occupied with squeezing your rear and holding grip on you as he pressed himself more into you, hungry for your noises, your sounds and words. He always wanted to hear it all, how starving you made the man beneath and around you right now, how little you had to do to have him abandon his usual selfish personality to become a selfless giver, for you only.

The way your eyes fluttered close as the waves began to rise above your mind, the pleasure beginning to consume you as your breath grew more heavy and drawn out 'Mmhs' and 'Ahhs' followed one after the other in hazy numbness. He knew you were growing closer to your release, and every time he grew excited, a tight sensation locking in his chest as every second climbing it with you became torturous and too damn slow.

But he practically wrestled with himself inside to silence his own urges, to just push you up and over. To watch you unravel around his fingers like you so sweetly would and dig yourself a steeper hole into this lust crazed fever that had long since swallowed him whole.

Just as your voice faded out and your moans became more like gasps and hiccups for air, he closed his eyes, his mouth resting against your neck, his breath fanning across your skin, your fast pants becoming contagious and causing him to grow anxious too, but he swallowed down hard and with one swift movement his fingers had abandoned your needy and now twitching mess beneath your thighs.

The strangled whine and harsh gasp of recognition of betrayal stinging his pride and wounding his ego, he almost threw his plan to the wind and shoved his fingers back inside to drag you over that bump to climax after seeing your lost and confused glossy eyes glaring at him, begging him to continue, your chest rising up and down with heavy breaths as you do.

"K- Kaeya..." You sounded tired.

"Why?" You sounded annoyed. It sounded cute and sexy all at once.

Looking up into your face now the air almost got kicked from his lungs, the squeeze of his heart as you wore a scolding face, as if you were about to delve into his more experimental wishes and force him down against the bed via your foot hard on his chest, because for you? There's nothing he wouldn't let you do to him, nothing at all.

"Forgive me, Y/N" his voice remained smooth as ever, despite the heat inside him fanning his desires for you beyond belief now. "But I wish to try something, different, with you."

"Different?" You replied back incredulously.

Your clear disappointment to having had your climax roughly pulled away from you growing ever more painfully obvious, it was so damn cute to him, he should tease you more often-

But alas, his thoughts mustn't digress; "Yes, something I've wanted to try for a while, but it involves you actually... well, ..." his voice died down to a whisper, and then nothing, this was going to get him nowhere.

He shifted himself under you now, somewhat manhandling your still high and dry self above him, anger, annoyance, immense wanting and neediness swirling inside you, making you almost delirious and absent to everything happening before you, but it was only when you felt your thighs being hooked around and gripped, a force pulling you into a certain direction that you blinked and shook your head too, and then made you look down.

Your cheeks flared a crimson red, and your mouth fell open in a loud gasp to what you saw, in only seconds he'd laid flat down on the bed and had you inching your soaked sex toward his face from above.

"N-no!' You squeaked out instantly and began trying to wriggle away, but as he had predicted this, he locked his arms around you tighter and prevented all escape possibilities. He didn't advance further while you freaked out however, allowing you to hide your face in horror and shake your head vigorously while trying to break free as futile as it was, as tall and slender as he may have looked, it was a far cry to how strong and sturdy he truthfully was.

"K-Kaeya this isn't funny, l-let me go!" you huffed the words out, hands now pressing either side his head on the pillow, his dark blue hair pooling around him, he really did look drop dead gorgeous didn't he? Even with that annoying cocky smirk over his soft lips... You were slightly hunched over, glaring him in the eyes, your own hair falling around your shoulders and dangling like a cascading waterfall.

You tried so hard to look annoyed and serious, but that pout, the rosy red dusting your cheeks and tips of your ears, spreading even to your nose, yea, you weren't pulling that one off sunshine; he suddenly propped himself up onto his elbows nonchalantly, before bringing an arm around your neck and pulling you down in a quick tug, stealing your breath away and also your complaints as he kissed you, deeply, fiercely, demanding your submission to his tongue seeking entrance and like always; you melted willingly into his silent orders, allowing him to kiss you as he so pleases.

You drove him wild! Do you have any idea how cute you are?! Pouting at him like that with that face, so unfair, he's trying his best to keep himself controlled here woman, damn, he closed his eyes while he kissed you with all the burning fever; a sick man in despair would lend the medication to him in pity from the sights of it.

Once he pulled away both of you inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering as a string of saliva connected his bottom lip to yours before snapping when he sucked his bottom lip in harshly, never breaking eye contact with you. "Y/N, don't be so shut off to this, please?" he put on the biggest puppy face he could muster.

You hesitated, giving it thought, but it was so... embarrassing!

You shook your head shyly, sniffling slightly; he inhaled closing his eye for a few seconds of peace, blocking your sights from him, even if only for a couple moments, because you were doing something bewitching to him right now. Opening his eye back up and looking back at you once again he hummed as if in deep thought, a click of his tongue; "You use to be shy over the thought of getting naked, remember?" Your eyes widened at the abrupt memory forcing back in.

"Kaeya, shut up!" you now protested with another squeal as you brought your hands up to attempt covering his mouth, but it took minimal effort for him to capture your wrists in his own hands; "Swore to me you'd never suck my dick too, that aged poorly, mmh?" he chuckled softly as he watched your eyes damn near pop out your skull as you gasped so loud.

"Kaeya shut up! That was differen-"

"Trust me." His voice deep and husky, cutting your sentence short, his face inched closer to yours from your post make out session seconds ago, a look of 'don't say no' plastered his features as you silently observed your lover below.

"I want this because I want you to feel good Y/N, like always, I only ever want it for you. Have I ever been wrong before? Or did something you truly have hated?" his brow now risen with an expectant look, but you had no words, upon realising you fell short of words to respond with he merely hummed in mild amusement, slowly he leaned back down, laying his back against the mattress below him once again, his arms bending behind his head and on the pillows. Closing his eye, he sighed dramatically; "Of course, if you really do not want me too, I won't, It is your decision, princess."

You hated how easy it was for him to win you over. You hated it so much, you hated it, you hated it, and that was final. You hated it.

Okay, you loved it.

Another wanton moan sinfully fell from your lips uncontrollably as you felt his tongue run flatly against you and another deliciously long stripe wiped across your folds, a shudder erupting all over your body and causing a tingle to travel down your spine. You subconsciously placed your hand over your mouth, knowing full well the noises you were making were damn right sinful and animalistic. But Kaeya was quick to react.

Pulling his mouth away from your now quivering hole, clicking his tongue loudly as a huff also escaped him, brushing across your dripping sex now. "Let me hear you. I wanna hear how much of a good slutty princess you are for me Y/N." You couldn't help the small pitiful whimper that left your mouth as your cheeks burned bright red from embarrassment, your hand shakily leaving your mouth as your small pants become audible once again.

He features softened and was replaced with a warm smile before his focus went back to your glistening sex that was a mere inch from his now glossy lips. In only seconds, his tongue was back on you, wriggling in all the right places, all the weak places on you; that he'd become oh so privy too. Your face was akin to a red apple with how flustered your cheeks had become, your moans never halting for even a moment.

He craned his neck at an angle to indulge himself deeper into your fluttering hole, his tongue sinking inside eliciting a hiss from you, which quickly garbled in your throat and became a pleasured whine. You were heavenly to him, no matter the situation, you couldn't look or sound anything but addicting to his normally icy cold stare, which always thawed into adoration when on you.

The slick that continued to ooze from your entrance was almost sending Kaeya into a frenzy now, his mind overwhelmed with the fact he'd gotten you to finally sit on his face, and if that wasn't achievement enough, from how you practically sobbed and hiccuped while he tasted your endless arousal seeping from you was evidence enough, you were loving it just as much as he was.

His hands snaked up and along your hips, mapping out your curves and perfect imperfections that made you so sweet to him. Your eyes were closed, he could only assume how fucked out your gaze was beneath those eyelids of yours. He'd, in fact, not taken his eye off you during this entire ordeal. He found it just as intoxicating, watching your expression fall victim to pleasure and lust at his own doings.

Breathtaking.

That's all he could think in his foggy haze of want and desire to see you crumble further. You were so close to snapping. Breaking would be a better word to use, breaking to his unrelenting pleas. Pleas to see you wholly enjoy this and be selfish in your primal urges for once. You were pliant, soft, submissive. He loved all these traits of you. He would not wish for you to change in the slightest, but he would wish every now and then you'd be a little more... selfish.

Even now, while you climb that peak of pleasure and grow closer to your euphoria, he couldn't help but notice that your thighs were strained. Shaking from pleasure, but also exhaustion, and why? Because you'd been forcing yourself to remain hovered above him rather than full-on, suffocate him like he so hungrily craves for. The craning of his neck and the need to constantly push his head up to reach your dripping folds were becoming bothersome to him.

He knew you wouldn't do it alone, wouldn't make the step yourself without guidance, so he did just that.

You were lost to the pleasure, you wanted to say something, anything, to damn this man into all that is unholy for being so masterful with your body. The way his tongue continued to writhe inside your walls and press against your weakest places, causing such animal sounds to cascade from your lips like a river that never stops flowing. It felt so good, you kept your eyes closed as to remain in the darkness of your blissed out mind, not wanting to properly comprehend how you must look right now in such a lewd position.

His groping hands and delicious squeezes to your curves and flesh sent ripple after ripple of pleasure across your body, leaving goosebumps along your skin from the shudders. He was good at this, too good. You'd lay blame on his insistent body worship to you if you could even formulate words past his name and 's'good' right now. The sounds he made caused your want to curl up and die heighten tenfold, he deliberately slurped and sucked loudly against your lower lips, just to burn into your mind how truly wet you were right now, at this, at what he's doing to you.

Your mind was slipping deeper into that cloudy nothingness, left to float in your numbing pleasure, your pants grew louder, your body was loosing strength fast, it didn't help you had to remain in such an uncomfortable hover during this moment, you silently wished you could just let your thighs give out and sit properly, but alas, you wanted to feel good, not crush your boyfriends face. But the shaking of your thighs was increasing now, sexual interactions really were just mini workouts, huh?

But as if the devil beneath you could read your mind, more so your body language, his hands squeezed your thighs and with sudden abrupt force pushed you down, directly onto his face. Your eyes widened as the sudden closeness caused his nose to press against your small bundle of nerves, his flaring nostrils causing an intense over shock to your system, which in return created a ghastly high pitched mewl from you, ghastly to you, delicious to him however.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as your moans stuttered from you, and as if sensing your panic, his grip squeezed tighter into your soft plush thighs as his tongue could now reach deeper inside more comfortably for him. This was beyond humiliating for you now! Your entire weight was on him. He couldn't possibly breathe right now! Not properly anyway. Shaking your head as more ecstasy driven mewls left you, your hand shot down to grab at his hair in a shaky attempt to pull him away.

You began to pry him from your slippery folds between your thighs, feeling his tongue forcibly drag out of you bit by painful bit, you cursed yourself for being so thoughtful to a man who never ceases to push your buttons. Just as you were about to have him fully off and able to sit back up and hover above him again, his hand quickly shot up to yours in his hair, you expected him to pry your hand off his scalp, he always was fussy about keeping that ocean blue head of hair neat after all.

But you instead became dazed by the way his long slender fingers slinked between yours, caging your hand against his hair softly. Your gaze meeting with his, locked, you froze then, as if his eye alone could freeze your very bones. You didn't dare move, nor did he, and for a few seconds, you both remained deathly still, just lost in eachothers look. He was the first to move slowly. However, he must've sensed your timidness ready to spring and run a mile as he moves cautiously, warily, as if trying not to alarm you.

You didn't take your eyes off his, however, not even when you felt his other hand snake up your thigh, curling round your rear and gently laying flat against the lower mid of your back, you also didn't take your eyes of his when you felt the pressure he began to emit from said hand, lulling you back into a full seated position against his lips, his tongue pushing back inside your moist and fluttery walls. Your lips parted, but all that escaped was a breathy "K-kaeya..."

You saw the way his eye went dark at the sound of his name leaving you so shakily, how the lust inside him was finally consuming him now. His hand over yours on his head began to make you rock his head, back, and forth, back and forth. Slowly, tortuous in how slowly. It didn't take long till you let your eyes shoot from his gaze to your body to see what he was doing, he'd began to guide you into riding against his face now, moving his head in sync with your grinding hips.

Your lips opened to voice a complaint, but it died in your throat fast, replaced with a fast, hiccuped moan as his nostrils had flared against your bundle of nerves again.

"K-ahh! Kaeya-enhnngh-" Your voice was strained, inaudible to be completely honest. The sensations he brought to you was beginning to cloud your thoughts and movements to what comes next, and slowly you began to enjoy the sensation of riding against his face, gently rocking his head into your thrust thighs. His tongue diving deep inside every time to flick with wild abandon at anywhere he could snuff a reaction from you.

This was it; finally.

He mused to himself as he watched your defences break above him, dinner and show he mentally chuckled to himself, but he was far too drunk on your reactions to fully appreciate his perfectly timed pun, seeing your body weaken and accept the pleasure, finally giving into your wants and desires, you were so lost in the feeling he'd noticed you hadn't realised his hands had left yours on his head, and the small of your back, to instead quell his need to grope and massage your breasts, twisting and pinching the buds softly.

He wanted to devour you whole. You had no idea how sexy you were right now, head rolling back, eyes fluttering closed in sync with the flutter of your walls around his tongue, your hand still sunken into his blue hair gripping tightly, as if you'd dare to think he'd pull you away from the high this time, silly girl. But the way your hips rocked so gently into his mouth, each time, he could feel the urge to let his own eye roll back in pure delirous delight. He had no idea it felt so good to be a guiding lover, guiding you to become more selfish with him as your outlet of pleasure. But he was becoming aware of it quickly now.

He continued to lick, suck, nibble, open mouth kiss even against your slick covered entrance, the mess was thrilling to him, he could feel it against his chin, your slick running everywhere he smeared it. He loved it. It made him want to feast more, and with your hand now subconsciously guiding him, he began to follow your orders.

It was then when he felt your walls begin to spasm and your thrusting become sloppy, you grew close, he could sense it, and he'd be a dirty liar if he didn't say he wanted to damn well taste it now too, his hands slid back to your hips and thighs now, gentle loving squeezes as they dug into your generous flesh, beginning to rock you more feverishly against his face, your hand in his hair tugging slightly, the sharp pain drugging him high with his own smug pride to have you like this for him now.

His eye locked onto the way your brows furrowed together, your panting picking up, the sheen of sweat that shone across your body now too, the flutter and spasm picking up in frequency against his tongue and lips. He saw how your other hand reached out blindly, you looked overwhelmed, and the flush of your cheeks made it obvious you were embarrassed beyond belief now, the tears slipping from your cheeks as all the emotions swelled up inside you at a scarily fast pace.

He then, on instinct, reached his own hand out, interlocking his fingers with yours, gripping tightly at your hand. Your eyes then opened, and he felt he could die happy seeing the expression on your face now, glossy blissed out eyes, drunk on lust, desire... and love. For him. Only him. Your hand squeezed in his and on que you cried out in a melodic tune to his ears, his name falling from your lips like a sinful prayer yet again as he felt the rush of your climax spill into his mouth and over his chin.

He lapped up your juices happily and hungrily. The taste was as sweet as he'd expect from someone so pure and perfect as you. He continued to edge you through your high, watching your many faces and hearing your various sounds as you finally came down, panting heavily, chest heaving and body shuddering from true exhaustion now.

Gently, he lifted you from on top of him with utter ease and softly manhandled you till you were beneath him on the sheets now. Your eyes were drowsy from all that had transpired, but the warming smile you had for him ached his heart badly so. You were going to be the death of him. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

He went to speak, but your hand pressed against his cheek so lovingly, and your thumb rubbing across his bottom lip left him silent for once.

"I love you, Kaeya." Your voice was shaky and so cute he could burst from within.

"Really? I couldn't tell." He quipped back as he swatted your hand away from his lip, rubbing his mouth and chin clear of your prior release now.

He warmly laughed as his hand combed through his hair messily, ruffling it and leaving it more dishevelled, to hell with his hair tonight, he thought. He looked back down at you, and his heart almost shattered as he saw the sad look on your face. Ah, he forgot how sentimental you get post climax.

Smiling reassuringly at you, he dipped down and dragged you into a heated kiss that was filled with passion and possessiveness. He felt your hands slither round his neck into his hair, quickly realising how much you like to touch his hair he'll probably have to get used to having it messy after such events now, but he found the thought not bothering him in the slightest.

Finally breaking the kiss, he looked down at you with the same love and affection you'd shown him throughout the night.

"I love you too, Y/N." He finally replied. To which your eyes sparkled at, clocked by him instantly, might I add.

"We should get you cleaned up now, though my princess." He spoke endearingly toward you as his nose tip brushed against yours gently.

Just as he was about to lift off you, however, he felt your legs wrap round him tightly and lock by your ankles, causing his brow to arch in confusion, but more so amusement.

"Dear?" He sarcastically questioned.

You smirked at him as you lifted your head up to his ear, kissing it gently and nipping the lobe, causing him to stifle a sharp hiss.

"You wanted me to be more demanding, so I am." Your breath fanned hotly against his ear. As your head sunk back into the pillows beneath. His dark iced eye now glaring at you, something underneath beginning to stir.

"You sure you're ready to do this with me, especially after tonight, Y/N." His hand began to slink up your stomach landing on your breast, groping slightly roughly but somehow still portraying his undying love to you. "I've been holding back this whole time. You've driven me feral more than once tonight, I don't think I'll be able to hold back if you tease me further." It was a warning, one he meant, but one he so dreadfully hoped you'd ignore.

And ignore you did, sweet naive girl, falling victim to his traps, everytime.

"I mean it, take me, my ice pirate." You jested to him.

His hand squeezing your breast slightly harder causing a shocked gasp from you silence any further joking you'd had planned as his lips sunk down into your neck, leaving a mark that is sure to stick for weeks to come, his tongue travelling up to your ear, leaving a wet sensational trail that burns in its wake.

"Ice can burn too, baby, trust me."

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New Boys Join The Harem!

Hello lovelies~

As the title states here are the new boys we will be adding to the list of who we write for now! So go crazy with your requests and suggestions!

Just fair warning it's still a bit of touch and go behind the scenes here, Christmas having just passed, birthdays too, and New years right around the corner now. Things are super chaotic!

Mod Kaeya is also very busy with uni work and is spending time in the US with their family for Christmas and New Years right now, so it's just poor little me steering the ship alone right now lol, go easy on me! Lool

But anyway, here are the new boys!

Al-haitham

Cyno

Tighnari

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Hi I was looking at your master list and wanted to ask if you guys do Cyno or Thoma

Hey! Yea, that'll be our bad for not updating it with the recent guys yet, we're just so busy because it's Christmas time, and I just had my birthday! Woo! Lmao

But yea, I'll update that now, we have been writing for Thoma for a while now, and although Cyno just came out I don't mind trying to practice writing for him now too, and Al-haitham for that matter, probably gonna hold off on officially adding tons of Fatui Harbinger guys right now though, I don't mind doing odd requests and surprise guest encounters with either of the men right now, but I like to be more knowledgeable with their lore and personality before officially writing posts about them whole heartedly! I'll update the masterlist now, though, and post an announcement of the new boys in town, lmao - Mod Diluc

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hi i was wondering if you could do the comforting a depressed s/o for thoma and ayato mayhaps?

Ofc lovely! I hope the boys efforts make you feel better even if only a little! - Mod Diluc

Ayato & Thoma Comforting Depressed S/O

||Head cannons||

Ayato

Mmh, bothersome indeed.

Not because you are a bother mind you, more so because he cannot figure the best remedy to make you feel better.

Doesn't mean he will not try though.

"My dear Y/N, Would you like to go for a stroll in Chinju Forest?"

"Here dear, have this- what is it? My boba tea- hm? No I do not mind giving it to you, why did that even cross your mind?"

He will make it habit to bring home small things as hopeful brightening gestures just to see your smile; Dango Milk, A plushie from one of the tourist souvenir shops, maybe he'll even brave face at Yoimiya's firework shop just to get his hands on some of those special dazzling ones that erupt into hearts; he could've swore he remembered hearing you say they're your favourite.

Suddenly you'll find him working at the estate more than normal, wonder why that could be; definitely not so he can keep tabs on you closer and encourage you to keep him company.

He won't mind your idle chatter and jump at unloading your stressed thoughts onto him while he works; a distraction he values to much higher regard than the boredom of his own work.

Vent away reader, hearing your struggles and offering advice or simple silence and playing the doting role of a shoulder to cry on is fine to this young Lord.

If it means helping you smile and sigh a relief then it is all surely worth it.

You do mean so much to him, he hopes you're aware of this.

How easy it is for you to lose yourself in your own self sorrow, letting the facts fly by in a gloomed daze.

But he will remind you, always.

His jokes, albeit sometimes far fetched and rather... highbrow manage to get at least a little huff and smile from you, and that is great! It means it isn't all doom and gloom for his beloved.

He knows mora doesn't fix everything, but he'll be damned if he doesn't exploit his abundance of it to take you to fancy restaurants and in his spare days off; vacations to settlements all around Inazuma, hell- he'll even take you abroad to other nations!

Warming and love filled kisses to the lips, stolen at the most abrupt of times, stealing your breath away mind you.

Gentle cuddles and soft caresses whenever you sit together, lie together too.

What would be better? Is it emotional support that will help? Or would physical affection yield better results, infuriating for him to not know which way is most effective for the love of his love; ah well, he'll just do every darn thing under the sun that let's you see he is deeply and forever in love with you, no matter how sad you become or depressed you feel, he will be there to keep you company through it all and cut through it like he does with so many of his enemies.

After all there is no bigger enemy to him than that of a plague that harms his sweet dear beloved, you reader.

Thoma

"Wanna grab a bite to eat?- Oh! or I could cook for you! What?- waste of time? Nonsense Y/N! Sit down and let me get prepared, tell me, what do you desire; I'll do my best to make it perfect just for you."

No, why are you depressed reader-chan? he hates seeing you so down in the dumps like this.

Stupid depression, he can't kick that away with force as much as he would love too.

He will constantly shower you with kisses, praise and cuddles, anything to put that smile back on your beautiful face.

He will let you do as you please too, twiddle with his dog tag? Play with his head piece for all he cares, he knows how much you love his attire and take joy in sticking close by.

It becomes a rather difficult task when he needs to finish his chores for the Kamisato twins at the estate, but to hell with it, sharing jokes with you, tickling you with the duster mid clean session; "Stop? Why would I do that when I get to keep hearing your cute giggles Y/N? Come here!"

He may even get in trouble a few times, being distracted by you, but there is no better distraction than you, so it's a price he'll gladly pay. At least you laugh again in those times.

He will pop out in any free times he gets to grab some of your favourite snacks, maybe a new blanket for you to cuddle at night with him?

He is nothing but a hopeless romantic, so you can sure bet that he will drag you out even if you refuse at first, to take you to beautiful places you hadn't even realised existed, just to show you the beautiful landscapes and dazzling night sky painted with stars.

Except some cheesy one liners too; "Beautiful isn't it? But not as much as you Y/N."

"I will never get tired of seeing that smile Y/N."

He will remind you all the time of how beautiful you are, and funny too, how much he couldn't ever live without you, how lucky he is to have you be his, how proud he is to know he is yours too.

Depressed or not, he loves you, oh so so so much, and even if he had to remind you every single day that you are perfect and he couldn't prey for a better partner that wouldn't change a single thing.

Because he thought he would never find a family again once he was left adrift at sea that faithful day, but it was you who anchored him back to something warm, something he thought he wouldn't have again, love and companionship.

So he will sooner rather die than not return those feelings tenfold, now, and forever.

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The One And Oni. || NSFW ||

Arataki Itto x Reader / Oneshot

Warning: This Is Super Long.

My first ever one shot with Itto! ;D I find this guy funny, not so much- well, simpable for me, but for Mod Kaeya? Ooooohoooo booooy. (totally not doing this one shot just to bully them heheheheheheh) sorry if he acts a bit odd or off at times, I'm just learning how to write this hyped up guy lmao - Mod Diluc

"I cannot stress this enough, Miss L/N. He is not easy to negotiate with, nor to subdue either." The Tengu confessed to you. Her face void of energy now and her eyes forming ever so slight bags under them.

You sigh softly and wave your hand in a dismissive tone; "I appreciate your words of advice Kujo Sara, but this, Oni, has kept the Tenryou Commission distracted for long enough."

With that, all further conversation was halted as you lift from your office chair and swiftly depart from both Sara and the Tenryou Commission headquarters, making your way to the last known sighting of this, Arataki Itto.

Thirty Minutes Later; Nearing Higi Village.

Your eyes scanned along the dirt road, the crumbling structures of long since abandoned houses all around you, it was quiet. Eerily so. But you pressed forward, Kujo Sara had said this was where she had tirelessly attempted to arrest the Oni, for having caused several public incidents, various having resulted in damage to public property.

As you neared the centre of the village you couldn't shake the presence that seemed to shift all around you, it was obvious someone's eyes were on you, and you were willing to bet it was this Arataki Itto.

You let a long drawn out sigh slip from your lips as you heave your intricately designed claymore and let it sink in the dirt beneath you. Your hand still gripped tightly on the handle, your brows furrow with displeasure.

"Come out now, Oni. I'm not one for games." Your voice carries in the wind.

"Heh, could already sense me huh?" A more than energetic voice booms out from behind a wall to a decrepit building.

"Would be embarrassing if I couldn't. Show yourself, I find no amusement in talking to you with a building between us." You turn toward the building and cross your arms, waiting for the reply.

A silhouette emerged from behind the building, tall in stature, broad in figure too. Once in the light the fine details made themself apparent, long white hair, sharp crimson red horns adorned the top of his head, muscular and toned arms, legs, chiseled chest features accompanied with a six pack.

He takes care of his physical appearance that much is obvious, however as he steps toward you, sheepish smile on his face with a hand scratching the back of his neck, he nearly slips while maneuvering around rusty buckets and tumbled over barrels; physical appearance seems to be the only trait he's good at maintaining.

"So uhhhh, what can I do for ya lady?" He chirps at you, his hands awkwardly fidgeting beside him and then in front, unable to keep himself still.

"Miss L/N." You correct him, quickly. "And I'm here to see what the fuss is, you're becoming all the talk among the Tenryou Commission, and Kujo Sara is becoming less than efficient in her tasks, thanks to your constant need to seek her audience for a duel-" Your abruptly interrupted by a boisterous laugh.

You narrow your eyes and glance at the Oni, who appears to be laughing his lungs out, you fail to see where there was a joke in your sentence, but he's quick to aid you in your confusion.

"So the Tengu has finally had enough of me eh? Hahaha! I always knew I'd win some day, finally she is defeated-" he fist pumps the air in a childish manner before pouting; "ahh man, but she didn't even have the guts to tell me she calls quits? She runs to... you? Miss serious lady."

Your eyes widened slightly, how rude. You'd given him your name, yet he refuses to address you in the formal way. You were beginning to understand why Sara had given you so many prior warnings of this Oni.

"Miss. L/N." You corrected, yet again.

He finally quietens down from laughing so much, before raising a brow at you and then smiling, something you don't like the feeling of is laced behind that said smile.

"Say, you're like, higher up in the ranks right?" His eyes light up as you stand before him, a quizzical expression apparent on your face.

"What?" You question back, the fast pace of this conversation was making your head spin. How quick he was to change topics and switch subject at unpredictable times.

"I'm asking if you're strong or not, let me dumb it down for ya lady-"

"Miss-"

"Yea yea! Miss lady right? Anyway, I'm Arataki Itto, The One and Oni, Undefeated and now, as of just learning; unrivaled." He puffs his chest out in an act of prideful display, his hands resting eitherside his hips.

Your lids begin to droop in boredom, if he doesn't kill you when trying to arrest him, he's definitely going to kill you from this self made entitlement he's pinned to himself through arrogance.

"As much as I enjoy this mind numbing idle chatter, unfortunately it must end here." You now interrupt him, which he's clearly unhappy about as he pouts yet again toward you.

"Huh? How come?" He asks while tilting his head.

"I find it astonishing you think I come to you on equal ground right now, Oni." You let your neck crack as you brace yourself for whatever happens next, swinging your claymore around and readying yourself into battle stance.

"Hey! That's Arataki Itto to you Miss- ... uh... miss..." his fist was raised in an outrage till faltering in his words and actions. Your face lacking of any expression.

"Hypocritical too I see, demanding respect from those you've given none, interesting. Your criminal ways really have sullied your sense of social etiquette. Perhaps sometime in solitary confinement will actually do you some good." You finish your sentence, and you're met with an unamused look from the Oni.

"Heh, you can speak with all those fancy big words all you like lady, but I can assure you something, I don't go down without a fight." While speaking matter of factly he summons his golden and crimson claymore from the air beside him, readying himself too.

"Say let's make this duel fun huh?" His crimson eyes glow as he speaks, "I was going to ask if you'd wish to become my next rival, considering you're higher up than that Tengu, naturally speaking you should be stronger too then, better for dueling by default you see!" You huff loudly. Honestly he talks too much.

"So you really wish to play games now? Even during such situations?" You ask, in disbelief to this Oni's carefree attitude.

"Haha! Of course! Betting makes everything more fun." He chuckles filled with too much confidence for your liking, you were soothed by the fact you'll soon discard him of this self entitled confidence.

"Very well, do whatever makes you happy, one way or another you will be bought to justice." You shake your head unamused. Patience was definitely waning on you now.

"Winner, can do anything they please." He hums happily, to which you're temporarily taken aback by.

"Wait what? Such absurd terms will not be agreed on by m-"

"Hya!" The Oni strikes at you fast, his claymore crashing down at you with intense speed and frightening impact.

You raise your own claymore and shield against his attack, the clank of metal against metal rings out.

"You're quick! I like that in a rival." The Oni yells out as he flies at you with another frontal assault.

He was big, which made you think he'd be slow, but how wrong you was. This Oni was quick, precise, otherworldly with his instincts to dodge and parry, his strength was commendable too, he seemed so childish and idiotic while talking, but he was no foreigner to the conversation of battle.

Forty-five Minutes Later.

The duel had raged on for far longer than you'd expected, and Kujo Sara had managed to once apprehend this Oni's vision? You were contemplating giving her a raise in rank for that feat now, no wonder The Almighty Shogun requested her to be her right hand.

It turns out Geo and Anemo are quite even in terms of dueling, much to your utter agony. Your muscles were screaming to be given time to rest now, constantly having to dodge, counter and weave was taxing on your energy, damn this blasted Oni!

"Ushi let's go!" He yells, still as insanely energetic sounding as he was before even starting this duel. How annoying he was.

However you had little time to loathe him as a whole when you saw him lining his arm at you as if ready to throw a ball, except... wait, it was a bull! Holy shit!

Your eyes widened as a small angry faced bull flung at you, achieving the title pigs truly can fly huh? You panic, no time to dodge, your energy was near depleted now, so trying to counter with your vision was out of the option too. With all this in mind, you had only one choice-

"Hyaarrggh!" You yell out with utter frustration as you swing your claymore infront of you, shielding your entire frontal form, the bull closing in fast, your close your eyes tightly and brace-

"MMMMMMMMOOOOOOOUGH!" The bull cries out as he crashes into your blade of the claymore, the impact causes your feet to swivel and lock into place, trying to keep yourself solid, and by doing so it results in yourself being dragged along the dirt, causing the mud and grass to dig up around your feet as you claw backwards, keeping yourself tense, braced in your stance.

Once the impact leaves and you're feeling ever so slightly relieved you open your eyes and look up, seeing you've been pushed back several inches, the deep sunken tracks from where you once stood. He'd put so much force into that throw... and it was a damn bull to add to it... this Oni, he was entirely mad, he... he had to be.

The bull had already vanished back to whether the damned Oni had summoned it from however, lucky for that giant pig anyway, if you'd see it you would've fried it into bacon!

"Wow! You actually shielded against Ushi? Nice one! I'd expect nothing less from my amazing rival!" He flashes a toothy grin at you, his mood highetened to an almost scary excitement you simply refuse to make sense of in your current ordeal.

You pant softly, trying to mask your sheer exhaustion, you've given it all you have, and that last stunt from him had caused your energy to leave you entirely now, you were simply bluffing at this point.

"You can still fight? Even after Ushi?" He calls out, sounding hesitant himself. Did he doubt you? How insulting, a criminal now doubting your abilities and even showing concern to you? He should be restrained and in jail by now... infuriating.

You steal a glance at him, seeing not a single sweat break from him, casual look, smeared with a smug expression as he closed in on you, his claymore lazily slung behind his neck being held up with little effort by him.

You close your eyes sighing softly, before weakly lifting your claymore back up, a shake now apparent in your grip, your arms ache miserably, your clothes stick to you, your damp hair clings to the sides of your face uncomfortably. You were a complete mess now.

He continued to draw in closer, and you hadn't realised it yet, but you'd subconsciously been taking small steps backwards with every intruding step he made.

"Backing down are we? Heh, can't blame you, I am the great Arataki Itto after all, numero uno an all, hahahaaaa!" He bellowed out.

You scowled at him, he now toys with you too? Unforgivable. You try your best to strengthen your grip on the claymores handle, trying your best to chase away your fatigue, but everytime you tried to make an advance your body just did not allow it, you couldn't merely will your strength out of thin air after all.

"I am NOT backing down." You growl at him, to which he smirks mischievously.

"A stubborn one, that's even more fun." He snickers softly to himself.

"You will face justice Oni." You snarl out through gritted teeth.

"Riiiiiight, and... you're gonna be the one to do that huh? You sure about that lady?" He chuckled as he swings his claymore back out, aimed at you, a glow emanating from him as his claymore forges itself into a refined state, mimicking a massive club with crystaled geo spikes sticking out from all angles. Impossible- he still had this much energy left... did he even use an ounce to begin with?

"I'm waiting, mighty rival." He teased you further, the glow emitting an ethereal appearance to him now.

You took a single step forward, before dropping your claymore and collapsing into the dirt, your weapon disintegrating back into the atmosphere around you, indicating one thing, you were now unconscious.

The last words heard before darkness consumed you was; "Yea, that's about what I figured."

Unknown Amount Of Time Later.

A sharp inhale was all you were able to muster as your eyes shot open, the darkness dissipated fast, only to be replaced with a dim glow surrounding yourself. Your heart began to pick up in pace as you scanned the area before you, you were acting out of panic, frantic moves swirling you into a panicked frenzy.

You closed your eyes and breathed in slowly, gradually you began to recollect yourself and bring back your composure. The pieces of memories of what took place before you'd wound up where you were now started to slot back into place. Ah yes, The Oni.

Once everything had calmed down and your mind was thinking clearly again you had a new goal, find that damn Oni. Just as you went to lift off the rather uncomfortable chair something pinched the skin around your wrists, you let out a sharp inhale again, cussing under your breath.

"Of course." You sighed lowly to yourself as you glanced backwards slightly to allow yourself to look at your restrained wrists against the rickety old chair.

You rolled your eyes as you repositioned yourself back to facing forward and at the candle that kept the room dimly lit, you should've expected the Oni would do something like this, he's a criminal after all.

Your body still ached and the wounds of the duel were beginning to make themself known to you now, your legs hurt, and your head was spinning slightly, but you kept a stern gaze forward and your head steady on your shoulders.

You didn't know if you were being watched right now, and the last thing you wanted was to let the enemy know you felt weak and tired. So you sat there; silently, unmoving, slow rhythmical breathing. Acting completely unphased, a facade of looking disinterested and detached from the situation.

As time crawled on you opted to keep scanning the room you were placed dead bang in the centre of. It was small, cramped, a couple of torn papers scattered along the floor toward one of the corners, the candle placed on a rusty bedside table that was oddly placed beside the door.

There were windows; albeit boarded up from the outside, preventing you from seeing the outside at all. You glanced back again with minimal effort and located a basic bed with no covers on behind you, just two pillows and some mattres sheets for the basics of supposed comfort.

You turned back round and scrunched your nose slightly, the room looked trashed and barely upkept, everything looked seconds away from falling apart, so you drew the lines together and conjured up the possibility this was the Oni's hideout. It was the only plausible conclusion you could summon up right now.

You felt rather uncomfortable with the fact you had dried mud over your clothes and side of your face, from the fact you fell face flat into the mud, you must've looked so ungracious. But there was nothing you could do about it right now with your hands being tied the way they were.

You kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting. But nothing was happening, you heard no sounds, saw no movement. He was nowhere in sight. You let out an impatient sigh and then let your eyes close for just a second-

Three Hours Later

Clap!

Your eyes shot open and you jolted backward from instinct, your body weight shifted and the imbalance caused you to fall backwards.

You squeezed your eyes shut and screamed as you suddenly felt yourself falling, your arms still restrained.

"Woah there!" An overly energetic voice beamed out.

The falling feeling halted and was then swiftly replaced with the warmth of something encasing you.

You opened your eyes slowly only to then widen them abruptly as you saw the dreaded Oni hovering over you with his arms hooked around you. A concerned expression over his features.

You narrowed your eyes angrily as he stepped backwards bringing your dangling form in the chair back forward to, hearing the legs of the rickety chair plant them self back onto the floorboards beneath you.

He slumped back in the chair that was in front of you; that was not there earlier.

While doing so you glanced down to see the fact your clothes were slightly damp, half wiped clean of the dried mud, you pushed your tongue against the inner part of your cheek and as your cheek stretched the skin didn't feel covered in mud anymore; had he... attempted to clean you while you was asleep?

You sat there quietly, furious beyond belief that you'd allowed yourself to fall asleep in such a dangerous predicament, and probably allowed yourself to be touched by the enemy, and how dare he awake you in such an unfair manner! Making you jump and scream, how stupid-

"Hey-"

You flicked your eyes back to the Oni, whose hand was now stretched out towards your face, waving side to side.

"You sure do zone out alot huh Miss serious lady?" He tilted his head in that frustratingly innocent way yet again.

"I told you; my name is L/N." You practically hissed at him now. Your impatience beginning to crack through. How many times can someone avoid calling you by your name?

He returned his hand back, crossing his arms over his chest, letting his legs spread out in a very unceremoniously manner.

He huffed out childishly before speaking out again.

"So are you like this everytime you lose a fight?"

You blinked a few times shocked by the boldness in his words, though you really shouldn't be anymore at this point.

"Tsk." You rolled your eyes.

He simply snickered and leaned forward, invading your personal space yet again, his hands slapping down onto his knees.

"Strong willed. I like that in a woman." He smirked, his fangs protruding in a mishevious manner.

You narrowed your eyes yet again, your face distorting into one of disgust.

"What does that mean?" You retort angrily.

He merely let's his smirk widen. The tension of the silence making you feel uneasy, this Oni really was unpredictable and you were unfortunately at his mercy right now.

As if playing on the fact you felt uncomfortable with him constantly too close for comfort- he shuffled his chair forward, closing the gap between you entirely, his hands now firmly resting on your thighs, just above your knees.

You involuntarily shudder from the contact and then begin to feel yourself seethe with unparalleled anger.

"Get your hands off me." You spat the words at him.

He didn't follow through however. Instead he grinned and let his hands do a few pliant squeezes into your soft flesh.

"Stop th-"

"Shut up." He growled out. His tone was entirely different... it didn't sound childish, didn't sound innocent and carefree, it sounded hoarse and rough.

You swallowed down your words of rejection. Something gripped at your nerves with the way his tone had changed so suddenly, a spine chilling tingle ran through you.

He let his eyes wander back up to your own, trapping your stare with his.

"You lost the duel remember? And I did say winner gets to do whatever they want~" his tone had shifted yet again back to the childish demeanour you recognised.

"I never agreed to those terms Oni." You groaned.

"But you did continue to fight back didn't you?" He was quick to respond.

"Yes? But that's because you quite literally waved your claymore at me with all your force! Was I suppose to not retaliate and let you kill me?!"

"Kill you?! Haha! Arataki Itto may be many things but a murderer is not one of them."

You opened your mouth to proceed with another rebuttal but you were honestly dumbfounded, no words came forth and your mouth simply closed again.

His look changed, it went from defensive to earnest in a heartbeat, and the pleading look in his eyes made your stomach flip for some unknown reason that you refused to press furher on.

"Hey, lady? What do you truly know about me? Because the accusations you throw my way hurt ya know?" His voice was soft, and the way his words made you feel was different. No anger and frustration at all. You didn't know how to respond so you just remained silent.

"I see... so you barely know anything about me huh? Just the basic rumours everyone throws around about me, the big terrible Oni right? Gonna eat the babies and burn villages to the ground kinda Oni right?" He scoffs half heartedly.

"No. I wouldn't believe such nonsense." This time you were quick to respond. The earnest look in his eyes had dissolved into one of sadness, his emotions were never hard to see, he certainly didn't shy away from expressing his true feelings to anyone. That much you'd already made sense of.

"Really?" He sounded and looked hopeful now.

"Of course, I wasn't born yesterday. If there were truly a beast doing such heinous crimes out there that severely, the Shogun herself would've said something about it by now." You rolled your eyes, unbelievable that he required explanation for this.

"Oh." His face grew a solemn look. Was that not the answer he hoped for? Tough. Though not a killer he was a criminal all the same.

You breathed out slowly, awkwardly. Time felt like it had come to a grueling stop now.

"So... about this bet, that I'd had no partake in, what exactly is it you want?" You decided to reel back onto track, things were falling apart at the seams right now and this chair wasn't growing any more comfortable.

"Hm? Oh! Oh right, haha!" Suddenly the life in his eyes sprouted back in all his glory.

You started gnawing at your bottom lip as you sucked it inside your mouth, his hands had been squeezing and rubbing up your thighs, this, entire, time. Had it become a subconscious movement on his behalf? You weren't sure but you'd like it to stop, now. For reasons you yet again would rather not press further on.

"Well you lost, and I won, that much is obvious, so technically. I get to do whatever I want now." He smiled happily at you, your face showing nothing but disbelief back at him.

"That is utterly too vague. Explain yourself Oni-"

"Itto." He corrected.

"Miss L/N." You responded.

He grinned wildly at you. You nervously glanced at him.

"I really like you lady." He finished the staring contest off with a sudden confession, innocent at first glance, but what he meant was far more serious.

Slowly he began to rise, his tall stature looming over your own, reminding you once again just how tall and intimidating this Oni really is.

"Think it's about time we cut to the chase huh lady?" He mused as he walked behind you and began to fiddle with the restraints around your hands, was he freeing you? And would he please stop calling you 'Lady' for archons sake!

Your question was quickly answered as you felt the ropes that pinch around your skin suddenly release.

Before you could stand however you felt his hands grasp you into a princess bridal style carry, firmly pressed into him. Your face flushed a bright red, what was going on?

"You have a strong will, and an unbreakable fighting spirit lady, that's why I think I'm so inexplicably drawn to you." He started his own monologue to you now, though you could barely make sense of the words that left him, as he walked you behind the rickety chair and dropped you onto the bed.

You bounced slightly as your rear landed into the mattress, you huffed by instinct, you went to sit up but his hand was quick to flatten you back down.

"Or maybe its because I've met a woman who fights with strength like me, showing how tough you really are." He continued so casually as his weight pressed down onto your form, engulfing you in him.

You were lost right now and your heart began to race in pace yet again.

"What are you doin-"

He pressed his nose against yours, the cold sensation of his crimson red horns pressing gently against your forehead.

"Shh, I'm doing whatever I want, part of the bet remember?" His voice was rough again, but the way it sounded made you shudder once more.

You looked into his red eyes and saw nothing but lust staring back at you, was this his plan all along? Was his intentions really to bed you since the beginning of this whole ordeal?!

"W-wait wait, what is this the meaning of this-"

"Isn't it obvious lady? I did just say I like you did I not? The moment I saw you I was too shy to step out the shadows. You're so beautiful and strong. The thrill of fighting you got me way too pumped, and I just knew I had to make you not just my rival, but mine."

"Y- yours?"

"Mhm." He nodded slowly, his hot breath beginning to fan across your face, your own breathing becoming irregular in pace as your nerves and embarrassment climbed higher.

Was this criminal saying he had some sort of crush on you? An infatuation? Like how a child would confess? This can't be happening-

You gasped out when you felt his warm lips press against your neck in a tender experimental kiss. Your reaction gained a gentle chuckle from him however, his breath fanned across your skin like smooth butter as he whispered against your neck; "You're so cute."

Soft and gentle he was, for some reason you couldn't fight back, your will to retaliate left you so fast, the feeling inside you was too good to pass up on.

He kissed your neck again,

And again,

Again.

Each kiss softer and longer than the last, trailing his warm saliva along your plush skin.

Through his gentle kissing and timid nibbling and sucking of your skin, his large hands stroked up your body, to your arms, his hands now encasing your own in a firm embrace, guiding your hands above your head and keeping them there, his eyes closing as he began to let his kisses press more intensely against all your delicate skin.

His voice rumbled against your neck as he spoke gruffly.

"Mmh, I knew you wanted this too, I could taste your want for me before you'd even accepted it yourself." He chuckled hoarsely against your skin, before allowing himself to lick one long strip along your neck with his tongue.

You closed your eyes and whimpered against the wet sensation his tongue provided, his saliva felt so hot against your skin, before the cool air kissed and cooled it instantly, the vast contrast searing you.

Was what he said true? Did you really want this? You'd admired his physique during battle that's true, and you'd let your eyes glimpse one too many times at his toned abs and flexing muscles, but it's hard not to appreciate his masculine frame when he clearly works a great deal to maintain his form... but...

Did that really mean you'd wanted this? How shameful were you? He's a criminal for crying out loud! And he'd been bothering your subordinates for months now, you'd come to take him to prison, not let him have his way with you in some dingy house on a poor excuse of a bed.

You couldn't help but let the moan escape you when you felt his fanged canines peirce into your skin, the sharp stinging of pain was replaced with a numbing pleasure almost instantly, was you addicted to pain now too?

"Hey... come back to me lady. I want you here with me while I do this to you." Something about how possessive he sounded made the whole situation feel even more lewd than it already was.

"I... I don't understand..." Your voice wavered in tone, shaky and fragile sounding, you hadn't realised you'd even started talking before it was too late.

"Mmh... don't understand what lady?" He asked the question slowly before languidly licking another strip along your neck against the current bite mark that began to adorn a deep purple to it, a deep guttural growl reverberated from him as he did so.

You couldn't open your eyes, everytime you did the sensation tingled you and numbed your senses entirely, you felt pins and needles all over as you kept your eyed closed.

"Kujo Sara... Kamisato Ayato... they are able to fight you, win even, so why... why couldn't i- enanngh!" You moan out as you feel another slightly harsher bite sink into your neck thanks to him.

"Rude to mention another name when being intimate with someone, and you mentioned two... that's just mean..." He hummed as he lifted his face from your neck, his eyes glancing at your now abused flesh around your neck, your skin now sporting a set of marks and bruises that he took great pride in knowing he created.

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking as you did, the dim glow of the room blanketing the Oni above you, and if in some ironic way giving the demon blooded man an angelic aura. He licked his bottom lip slowly, drinking in your beautiful blushing doe eyed expression.

"Well, if you must know, the reason they win is because one of them isn't even human lady." He was feeling generous, so decided he'd give you a quick answer to your questions before you become too fucked out to weave anything audible to him.

You pouted up at him, annoyed with the answer he gave, obviously you knew Kujo Sara was a Tengu, not fully human. But... maybe that really was why she was able to hold her own for so long against him, she did master techniques in stamina endurance-

"And as for my good bro Ayato? He's mastered his fighting skills with the aid of speed techniques. Yea I pack a punch, but that doesn't account to much if the opponents too fast to land a hit on haha!" He laughed out in a boisterous manner. He seemed awfully happy to reveal his weaknesses to you right now...

But it made sense... they were both fast and agile, one not even human... you relied on your heavy hits and strong defense but he was the exact same in that field of action... and unfortunately, he's got Oni blood pumping through his veins... so a strong human stands no chance against a strong Oni huh? ... if only you'd known that sooner.

As if noticing the sad look on your face now he began to frown down at you.

"Oi lady." He groaned.

You didn't even look up in response to him now, you just turned your head to the side, looking so defeated and broken now. He wanted you submissive, and there were several faces he wanted you to make tonight but this look of hopelessness wasn't one of them.

"They win, because they can dodge out the way of my attacks." He lowers his head down right to your ear now, his voice going rough again as his hot breath brushed right against your ear. "But I assure you, they wouldn't have been able to remain standing after a head on assault from my strongest move with Ushi." You tensed slightly as he began to praise you, to which he smirked; ah, so you liked appraisal huh? This would be fun then.

"Like I said, your strength is what draws me to you lady, you don't rely on running away or dancing around attacks like a fragile bird. Your tough and experienced. I like that in a- my woman." He began to nibble around your earlobe after speaking, and you whimpered upon hearing him practically claim you. You tried to stifle the whimper but it was a failed attempt, and he'd noticed it.

"Oh? You like that, hm?" He teased you ever so slightly as he licked your ear and nibbled your lobe again, guiding your smaller hands together so one of his large hands could grasp them both, his free hand beginning to drag his black painted claws along your arm and back down to your torso, his touches feather light against your skin.

"Like being called mine, hm? My good girl." He asked the rhetorical question to you, more so trying to coax more reactions from you, and more reactions he got. You mewled softly as he called you his good girl, his hand swiftly slipping under your shirt. His fangs poking out of his lips from his pointy smirk.

You screamed internally to yourself as you felt his warm hand cup over your breast under your shirt; you'd not worn a bra today, typical for the one day you decided to not wear one something like this would happen. But you kept arguing with your inner voice, fight back, retaliate, refuse, anything!

But your body wouldn't listen, you felt weaker by the second and breathless by every little touch. He knew how to tease your body, he knew how to make you shudder, how to feel unbelievably good. Your body still ached from the prior battle but his ministrations against you was soothing and riling you up all at the same time, it was driving you insane.

His clawed fingers made quick work kneading and squeezing your mound of flesh that was encased in his large warm hand, the tips of his nails gently pinching and twisting your nipple; "No bra, Mmh." His tongue slipped out and slowly licked his bottom lip absentmindedly, it looked damn right sinful, you could see it was a habit of his.

His blood ruby eyes stared into your own and made you feel even more trapped by all that was him, you tried your best to look angry still, refusing to give in to the Oni but your face soon faltered and a whimper left you involuntarily as he pinched and pulled particularly rougher on your nipple, the stimulation your breast received became more harder to bear and upon see your reaction he merely scoffed smugly in return.

How quick he was to go from gentle and soft to intense and overwhelming, flicking between the pressure and pace of his own actions against your heated body. All attention you received fell to only your right breast, leaving your body half satiated, pining for more; against your utter morbid displeasure to the knowledge of feeling such a way.

"I could just devour you, my sweet girl." His voice bellowed out as his gaze finally lifted from you and back down to your chest that was still being toyed with but out of his sight, your clothing still obstructing his vision; which he quickly grew impatient with. Your mind was racing a hundred passing thoughts a second, but you soon got tugged back to reality when you heard the sound of tearing echo and ring against your red ears.

You lazily looked down, your eyes half lidded before widening as your blush came back with newfound vigour, your skin now littered with goose bumps as your warm flesh was exposed to the cooling nipping air that kissed along your stomach and exposed breasts, your chest fully on display for the Oni that loomed above you now.

The ripped, tattered remains of your garments clung to your arms in a final attempt to remain intact, his hands and claws were strong enough to completely shred your entire upper clothing that had kept you modest, you didn't know if it was thrill or excitement that you felt to being unsure of his true strength- or maybe it was both.

You saw something flicker in his eyes and the closest word you could label it with was; hunger. He growled as he saw your nipples standing fully erect, you looked delicious to him and he wanted nothing more but to dive right in, so that is exactly what he did. Your eyes widened for a second before squeezing shut tightly, a loud moan was squeezed from you as you felt his lips encase one of your nipples, trapping it between his pointed teeth and grazing while his tongue flicked and rubbed the very tip inside his hot mouth.

His weight slowly dipped more onto you, and the sensations of his chest pressing against you made you feel sandwiched and suffocated, in all the good ways. The cool smooth texture of his belt straps pressed into you too, all these sensations mixed with the newly intense ones from his mouth and hand toying and teasing with your breasts stimulated you more, but the true friction was needed down below now...

You squeezed your thighs subconsciously as he continued to play with your chest, your eyes still shut, your body arching into his ministrations against your own rational thinking. Releasing his grip from your restrained hands in favour of having another hand to knead and press into your soft smooth skin left you finally free, sort of.

Your hands quickly found their new home, nestled into his white soft silky hair, combing through it eagerly, the urge to pull him into your chest more beginning to gnaw at the back of your mind, but the last thing you should be doing right now is embracing him lovingly while he uses you to his fullest his desires. So instead of giving in to your more needier wants you opted in tugging and pulling his head instead, which elicited an animalistic and strained hiss from the Oni.

A shudder ran down your spine as his hiss rumbled deep within his chest, as if flicking a switch his hands snaked under your body and pressed tightly against your back, lifting you off the bed slightly and pressing you more firmly into him as he kept sucking and biting your breasts, his saliva coating your skin and making you feel more hot and bothered by the second.

Trying to keep yourself balanced and under some control you flew a hand back and pressed it into the mattress, you told yourself it was to stop you looking like meat being dangled in his vice grip, but you soon found yourself pushing yourself up more into him too. How much longer you could keep up this fight you was unsure, for it wasn't even with him anymore, just yourself.

You were no virgin to the acts of intimacy, but your so called lovers were few and far between, you'd never really shared a proper romantic relationship for your job was always put first, but from what little experience you had gained, none of your previous partners had ever spent such earnest time on these formalities, foreplay was there and then gone with in minutes, but by the way he kept lapping at your now swollen nipples, sucking hard and nibbling and grazing eagerly to add to it was making you lose focus.

No one had spent so much time on your body before, specially not your breasts, did he have a fascination with them perhaps? You hadn't realised but your thighs had been squeezing and rubbing against one another for the past several minutes now, the friction was nearly enough to elevate some of the tension from your aching sex now.

As his tongue continue to lathe along your nipples and his teeth kept sinking into your plump mounds of flesh your whimpers became pitiful and weak, eventually you were whining and you hadn't even realised it, but he had.

With a sudden flop back onto the mattress you began to pant softly like a bitch in heat, your chest covered in bite marks, hickeys and saliva. You look like you had quite literally been chewed up and spat out, the loud pop that had left him when he finally detached his mouth from your nipple was painfully loud to your now numbing senses.

You glanced up weakly to see his tongue flick across his bottom lip yet again as he looked down at you with happiness and pride bursting from the seams, so pleased he was with the mess you'd now melted into within his grip, he loved seeing the slow decline of your tough defence be replaced with the same amount of lust for him that he was constantly feeling for you.

But it wasn't nearly enough yet, he wanted to break you, ruin you, he wanted your mind to be occupied with nothing but just him now. he would not be satisfied fully till you was putty in hands and obedient to his every whim he wished to perform to your body, after all he just wanted to make you scream and writhe in pleasure as he worships his prize from his victory.

His chest heaved as he too panted softly, having felt the stinging need for air burn his lungs, he'd suppressed himself a lot just so he could keep tasting you, you was scarily addictive and he was already more than hooked to it, to you. Your reactions were sublime to him and your taste was heavenly, so it didn't take long for his hungry eyes to wander down to your rubbing and squeezing thighs, there laid his next prize.

You felt the heat spread across your face as more excitement rushed and pooled down between your thighs, right at your now aching and dripping wet sex, seeing his eyes travel down your dishevelled and ruined form till fixating at your thighs, you got so aroused from seeing his nostrils flare, his eyes fluttering slightly as he picked up on your scent almost instantly.

His pointed fangs poked from his lips once again as his expression changed to a gleeful smile, almost crazed with lust embedded fully within. You smelt intoxicating and he hasn't even seen below your waist yet, still propped on the balls of his heels while knelt above you he glanced up at you, his firm grip now latching onto the sides of your under garments.

"Hold on to something." His voice was hoarse but stern, it was advice you nearly didn't get to follow for just as your hands sunk into the headrest behind you he yanked hard, your clothing tearing and ripping just like your upper clothing, tattered and destroyed and leaving you on full exposure to him. There you laid, completely bare before him now, your enemy, a criminal who was suppose to be going to prison by your hands.

"Woah~" His voice still had such enthusiasm and life to it, while yours had been drained entirely from you, however you still dared to glare up at him, shock and horror on your face as you saw your Anemo vision snuggled tightly in his grip.

"Wouldn't wanna let this go flying off now, huh?" He chuckled softly, your heart began to race with fear and worry, your vision, how could you have been so careless, your vision was now in the hands of the enemy, but your panic soon subsided as you saw him gently toss it with ease onto the floor in your discarded clothes; if you could even call those ripped rags clothes anymore.

"Why the face?" His brow raised in question, your expression soon fizzled back to awkward and nervous, looking away instantly. You didn't have it in you to give back remarks anymore or verbally argue, not after what he's already done to you, and the fact you now lay completely naked before him while he is still fully clothed was enough to make you accept, you'd lost this fight.

He enjoyed teasing you though, he loved the look you had right now, shameful guilt for secretly enjoying everything happening to you, he wasn't gonna pass up this opportunity.

"Well? I am waiting for a response." he cooed provokingly.

The bed dipped and shifted in weight disposal as he began to lower back down above you, making you feel tiny once again against his broad and masculine frame. You opted to close your eyes to try hide your embarrassment as best as you could, he smirked as he began to lower down more, inch by inch, till he wedged himself comfortably between your thighs; You'd tried to keep them shut obviously, but your efforts were pointless, he pried them open swiftly. His fingers now squeezing into the generous and curvaceous flesh you had there.

Now face to face with your sex he flared his nostrils again to get an even stronger sniff of your mouth watering scent, he groaned as his eyes fluttered again more aggressively this time, fucking delicious. Was all he could muster up in his mind, seeing your slick coating across your lips made his eyes almost sparkle with joy, it was him who'd made you get this way, so why not bask in the knowing of it.

You whined loudly in a pathetic protest, you decided to glare down once and you'd regretted it entirely when you saw him practically sticking his nose against your wet sex to smell it, why must he embarrass you so much?! You hated this man- Oni whatever!

He squeezed your thighs again while planting gentle wet kisses against your inner thighs, all round your sex, dancing around giving you attention where you wanted it most, it was making you angry and crazy, hungry to put it bluntly.

He watched as every small touch made your slit twitch and throb in anticipation, how eager your body was to feel him, he watched as your entrance clamped around nothing, and his thoughts juggled with the imagery of your walls clamping around his thick cock, blowing cool air gently against your entrance caused you to jolt slightly, another whine softly leaving you, he couldn't help but lick his bottom lip, again.

"Where did all that bite go from earlier, Hm?" His breath fanned against your hot achy sex and you squeezed your eyes even more rightly shut, he was snapping every last thread of your nerves you had left.

"Well lady?" he hummed sweetly.

"I told you, my name is!-" you were abruptly cut off as you felt the invading sensation of his long warm tongue against your entrance, causing a wanton moan to ring from you, giving open mouthed kisses lovingly to your slick covered lips, sucking gently and almost chewing against them softly, his eyes closed as his breathing was heavy and hard through his nose.

Every breath he took he was further pushed into the haze of your arousal, so thick and disorientating, it tastes so sweet and divine to him, he couldn't pull away, your noises only spurred him on more and awoke the more animal Oni side within him. His grip on your thighs grew tighter, a bruising pressure now being applied to his squeezes.

Your hands found purchase in his hair yet again, desperate for any sort of balance, a grip to help you remain solid, worried he will whisk you away into a frenzy you'll never escape from, moans continued to leave you and his name suddenly flew from you like a chant.

"itto! I-itto, Oh f-fu-mmph." broken curses and incoherent babbles was all you were capable of now. His loud slurps intentionally burning your cheeks with a blush but the blood rushing all around you made you less effected by it right now, the friction and attention you'd been chasing after finally being given to you in such force drove you to your high at a delightfully fast climb.

Somewhen during his onslaught one of his hands had slid back up your burning skin and began to grope and knead one of your breasts again, twisting and pulling your nipple once again. still suckling and lapping at the juices that continues to pour from you, a man starved of his dinner was all he portrayed right now, his other hand still squeezing your thigh tightly, switching from your thigh to grasping over one of your hands.

Suddenly both his hands flew to your rear as he pulled back and easily lifted your smaller frame with him, his mouth never once leaving your soaking wet sex, he knelt there now with your back pressed against his chest and toned abs as he bent you into a clear C-shape, your legs being kept up and either side his head by his strong bruising grip.

In this angle you was forced to watch clearly above as he sunk into your arousal with an insatiable hunger, your hands had fallen over your face, moaning and whimpering in an embarrassed and lust filled state, it drove him mad how cute you were still being while in such a slutty position, it made him suck harder and with a burning need to make you climax, he wanted to see you fall apart in his hands entirely now.

The intensity was not let up for even a second, your high being reached quicker and quicker, your juices mixed with his hot saliva as your sex became slippery, but he didn't relent, you were clearly wanting the main course now, and from the painful strain he felt in his own boxers he was too, but he refused to give up till he reached his goal unshared with you however.

"I- engh... m'close, so close, feels s-so, mmmph good!~" your moans enticed him further, seeing you struggle to form words made a bubble swell inside his chest, it wasn't just pride and happiness anymore that kept him going on so earnestly, there was something else deeper with in, did he like you more than even he had realised...

There was no time to give it thought right now though, as your moans picked up in tone and your breathing became more erratic so did his sucking and licking become more intense and just as you tethered along the edge of the tight coil snapping inside you his middle finger deftly found your clit, his index and ring finger pressed either side as he effortlessly coaxed it from its hooded hiding spot and latched his lips to it, harshly sucking and thrashing his tongue against it.

Your eyes widened as your hands gripped his bright red horns and yanked his face down harder into you, a loud sinful moan wheezed from your lungs like a singing prayer to the archons above as your orgasm crashed into you like a violent wave against the shore. Your vision blurring to white as you was sent to Celestia, he dipped back down and on purposefully latched his mouth hungrily against your entrance where your honeyed liquid practically squirted from, his fingers still skilfully circling round your clit to keep the stimulation, causing you to shudder aggressively from overstimulation.

His eyes were closed as he lapped up all you had to offer, it was so fucking good, he couldn't get enough of it, but he wasn't that cruel, as your moans became more pained and strangled he knew you'd got nothing left to give, so finally he pulled away with one final loud suck and then lifted his head back up, his glowing eyes raking over your destroyed form, your fucked out expression was picturesque, the sheen of sweat that coated you so beautifully from the exhaustion.

"Perfect." he mumbled breathlessly.

He softly laid your body back down, seeing you still twitch slightly and your toes curling and uncurling, a smile too fond looking now lay on his face. You couldn't speak, you couldn't move, you just laid there panting, utterly exhausted. He must be a full blooded demon... how else could he do all this...

Your vision was still blurred but as you continuously blinked it soon came back to you, and what greeted you was the Oni smiling down at you, his pupils blown out entirely and his chin still soaked from before, your cheeks went red again and you turned your face and hid yourself from him.

"Ah, ah." he happily sung out as he gripped your chin and forced you to look back at him, lowering himself back down onto you, it strangely relaxed you to feel his weight against you once more.

"I think it's a bit too late to still be getting so flustered now Lady." He chirped at you and before you could even think of protesting to his use of the title lady for the Nth time he forced you into a fiery and heated kiss that suffocated you with passion and possessiveness that oozed from him. You could taste yourself so vigorously as his tongue danced with yours, he sucked on your tongue and let himself explore your mouth freely with zero retaliation from you now.

He hummed approvingly against you as he melted further into the kiss, your display of obedience making him more than happy, whether because you actually wanted to comply now or because you was simply too tired to keep fighting he didn't care, he was just pleased you were not putting up a fight to him anymore, it would make the rest of this process a lot easier for the both of you.

As the kiss grew deeper and the stinging need for air in your lungs grew more painful you felt his large warm hands dance across your skin, heat radiating from his touch as he did so. Your mumbled pleas and suffocated groans of rejection remained as lost noises in the room as his hands continued to dance and stroke, it was as if he was mapping out your body right before you as you remain trapped under his weight.

"Mmm, taste s'good...." his voice was low and barely above a breathy husk as his lips brushed against your own, allowing you to now inhale some much needed air, whether he said that specifically for you to hear or just because he was riding in his own world of euphoria you had no idea, but the one thing you did know, that you found yourself cursing at within your mind was how your body yearned for attention from him, more touching, more sensations, just... more.

As time slowly and frustratingly dragged on you thought you might finally snap and resort to begging soon, there was only so much of his feathery touches and gentle nipping you could tolerate before demanding more to satiate this burning ache inside you, against you... between your thighs. But just as you opened your mouth to speak your words were swallowed by a muffled gasp into his mouth, as he yet again wrapped you into a deep kiss, just as your eyes closed however you found your back arching hard into the air causing your breasts to press against his broad toned chest.

His finger had swiftly found your bundle of nerves yet again, it felt as if he was beginning to know your body better than yourself in such a short period of time. Just like before he attacked your clit with precise circular movements strung out by his finger, your body jolting and arching more in reaction, you were so sensitive now and as he looked down at your tightly squeezed eyes with your face flushed with arousal he couldn't help but snicker almost sinisterly.

"Is someone enjoying themselves, mmh?" His voice was drowning in a smug aura, you hated it so much but you were far from being able to give him a piece of your mind, or at least your rational side.

"I-oh, oh, oh, oh....s-st...engh." You couldn't formulate a single word now, your heart thudding against your ribcage so aggressively, your words being stolen from you with every small movement of his finger against your clit, you were so angry, but boy oh boy did it feel so damn good.

"What was that?" he leaned his head further down now, his toothy smirk more obvious to your blurring vision. He let his tongue slide out as if it had a mind of its own and lick one, long, slow, stripe against your cheek. The contrast from warm to boiling as his saliva touched your skin again, caused another whimper to fall from your quivering lips, protesting words were hot on your tongue but unable to voice them aloud resulted in them merely fizzling back down into breathy whines.

He lifted his head back up humming calmly to himself, his behaviour and face far too nonchalant for the fact he was mindlessly shoving two of his fingers in an out of your twitching sex repeatedly, causing you to writhe while under him as his onslaught never ceased on your oversensitive clit either. His fingers stretched you so deliciously but it was lacking just a tiny bit, so delicious it was but not filling enough, you just craved more.

Clicking his tongue as he watched your expressions he finally pulled his fingers away entirely and up to his lips, absentmindedly slipping them into his mouth and sucking them clean, groaning gently as he sat up on his heels now, looming over your sweaty and riled up body. You were looking at him, or through him, he couldn't really know for sure, since your pupils were so large and dilated now. He smirked while looking at your cute face.

You stared up at him, nervous but somewhat excited to know what he was about to do to you next, did the thought of being at his mercy entice you so much? Knowing he can use you as he pleased made your heart flutter and your stomach do backflips within you, for some reason it all felt wrong, but so good? So fun and freeing. You didn't want it to stop, but you did not have the guts to drop your pride to admit as much.

A problem he also seemed to pick up from you with little effort as he suddenly lowered his hands and began to unbuckle his belt from around his waist, the sight of your eyes widening and your bottom lip being sucked in as you gawked like a timid deer before a hungry lion made the beast inside him growl lowly and grow hungrier, he had you right where he wanted you now and it was a satisfying enough victory to know he himself was the one who got you to this point, where not only was your body practically begging and crying to be stuffed by him- but your mind too was growing impatient with the lack of him inside you, it was simply, delightful for him to bare witness too.

"Hope you're ready-" his voice sounded so far away, you cared not for the words he spoke to you, far too enthralled in watching as his fingers slowly and teasingly undressed his lower self, the belt finally unbuckled and hanging either side his hips, the bulge so big against his pants, and then with one final push down his monstrous cock sprang out and up.

It practically slapped his lower abdomen as it stood up right, so angry looking it was, thick, long, veiny, the girth frightened you almost instantly, but the sheer size was just... terrifying, the thought of it fitting inside you was unfathomable. There was no way it would fit, it just, wouldn't... it can't... can it?

The tip was already shiny as it leaked beads of thick precum, weeping almost from the lack of attention it had received the whole time, but as you continued to stare wide eyed you noticed something- ridges, or well bumps, not massive but enough to definitely be felt, they circled his entire length in rings, tracing all the way down to the base of his massive cock.

It went without say that such a monstrous cock was paired with equally large balls, and where the length met with the rest of him there was a wild and untamed patch of white hair nestled there, it looked unruly but also strangely complimented the rest of his size.

From the way it bobbed slightly you could tell it was also heavy, you inwardly rolled your eyes at such an obvious observation, something so big would clearly have weight to it as such, but for a cock to be heavy... just added to the fear in your thoughts of it being unable to fit. Reacting on instinct alone you naturally began to scatter against the bed, your weight shifting in the soiled mattress before a strong grip locked on your ankle yanking you back to your prior position.

"So scared." His voice was intrusive all of a sudden, and it made you finally tear your gaze from the intimidating member back to his glowing crimson eyes which were almost just as intimidating in all honesty, with the pure hunger and lust that swirled in them for you right now.

You jumped out of reflex as his clawed fingers suddenly clasped your chin tightly but not painfully, locking your gaze with his as he began to sink back down onto the bed, shuffling and moving closer to you, wedging himself between your shaking thighs.

"It will fit-" his voice was hoarse as he leaned his face down and began to kiss and lick against your cheek and reddened ear tip, nibbling and suckling gently against the very tip making you sigh out and unknowingly relax into his ministrations once more. His hot breath softly brushing your ear as he then whispered right against you; "and you're gonna be my good girl and take it all."

Briefly drunk on the praise of his little pet name to you again gave him all the distraction he needed to bring himself close enough to finally start grinding and rubbing the under part of his cock against your soaked lips, parting them easily allowing him to slide up and down effortlessly, the bumps already causing tiny tremors throughout your entire body.

You gasped and squeezed your legs tightly around his body and locked them just above his ass, your hands flung out as you tried to weakly push at his lower abdomen in a futile attempt to remove himself from you, but he was quick to scoop your hands up into his, intertwining his thick long fingers with your much smaller ones in comparison and locking your hands above your head as gently he hushed you, leaving you open and vulnerable to his mercy all over again.

"Shh, shh, come on now-" he cooed gently as he continued to thrust himself against your entrance, lubricating himself with your fluids dripping from you. "you're gonna be my good girl, right?" He tilted his head at you, giving the false impression you had an option to refuse entirely, but you knew you didn't and at the same time, you didn't want there to be an option for that either.

With another slow and devilish lick of his bottom lip, he began to prod at your twitching entrance, his tip bulging in size at it began to push further in, more and more until- your eyes widened and a strange strangled choke of incoherent babbling tumbled from your swollen red lips. Shaking your head and trying to voice aloud your panic and fear you began to writhe and wriggle underneath him, any distance from his cock was good distance at this point.

He clicked his tongue from annoyance that he'd been disrupted in his process, he groaned deeply and leaned further down till his massive and muscular arms were eitherside your head, you were effectively caged in and your fragile efforts to escape or create space went wasted. With one of his hands he stroked your cheek in a doting way, a look of understanding across his features; until it was replaced with a smirk frothing with smug and lust.

"Bite." Is all his gruffly voice whispered out in a hushed order, and as doing so his clawed thumb gently slid into your mouth, with his movements so careful he made sure he didn't nick you in anyway inside your mouth. You looked worried and confused, simply adorable but he waited for you to come back to grip and when you did he felt your teeth hesitantly sink into his thumb. He found it somewhat heartwarming that after all he's put you through you were scared to bite down too hard on him; how thoughtful.

He leaned further down till his nose brushed against yours and then locked his hand on your face by letting his fingers wrap against your cheek and under your chin, his thumb lodged into your mouth. "Harder, you'll need too." You didn't understand his words but you had next to no time to try unravel it as then you felt it, his large and throbbing cock pushing through your entrance and stretching you out painfully as he began to sink himself into you.

You began to cry out in a muffled mess and eventually you took the advice and sunk down harder into his flesh on his thumb, his eyes fluttered from the sensation of feeling your walls spasm and stretch around him as you bit him with all your might. Your hips began to buck and knowing it will only cause more harm than good for you right now he used his other hand to get a vice grip onto your flesh, bruising force added to ensure you were kept still.

Your eyes began to roll back as tears swelled up and threatened to trickle down your cheeks, your breathing utterly out of rhythm and rushed as you tensed up and sniffed over and over. Your hiccups of refusal were swallowed back down as his thumb pressed against your tongue flattening it against the inside of your bottom jaw. He was just so enormous, so thick and every inch he pushed in was greeting your quivering walls with an extra ridged bump. You could actively count every inch as the ridges acted akin to landmarks, well, you could if your mind was anything but hot mushy inchorenet mess right now

As he finally bottomed out inside you his eyes closed and his head dropped down, his crimson horns pressing gently against your forehead as he inhaled deeply before letting out a shaky sigh.

"F-fuck me Princess, you really are t-tight, Arcons have mer-cy..." he swallowed down deeply as he slowly gathered back up his composure, having nearly released inside you instantaneously; not that you were aware, your eyes were closed tightly while you gnawed on his thumb, desperately attempting to distract yourself from how insanely full you felt right now.

You don't know when he'd started, but he'd begun to do small experimental thrusts into you, each rigid bump along his shaft rubbing deliciously against your spasming walls deep within. Your eyes opened, but your vision was blurry now, tears swelling and eventually running down your red tinted cheeks, and what was that god awful sound- oh, right, it was you.

With his thumb so comfortably lodged within your mouth and pressed flatly against your tongue, he made sure to keep your mouth ever so ungracefully pried open. Your moans seeped out with wild abandon, echoing throughout the dusty and unkempt hideout. Your face remained a flushed, furious red, if only your mind could share the same furious look inside, but alas, your mind was the biggest traitor right now.

He's so big!

It feels, so... Good...

Don't stop!

Could your mind become any more traitorous?!

This was so embarrassing, and so, so- just... wrong! The fact that your mind was now buzzing with a sickly, strong, and sweet euphoria that continued to wash over your body was humiliation at the finest degree, but you could do little to actually care or even continue to fan the flames of frustration when- oh!

His thrusts began to pick up in pace now, mercilessly so, much like how he was in battle, prior to all this, he remained focused and undeterred throughout it all. Fixated on his goal, whatever it may be, you had no clue nor cared to try find out, since every thrust buzzes your brain and a staticky white flash continuously drowned your vision out.

The vulgar sound of slapping and squelching continued to ring out around the room, accompanied by your mewls and moans, which helped drown out somewhat but not entirely the low guttural grunts and huffs from the Oni above you. His biceps continued to flex as he positoned into you with no signs of slowing down, due to your vision being so blurry now and his face nuzzled into your neck you couldn't see his eyes shut tight and brows furrowed together as he continued to fight the nearly overwhelming urge to just release inside you right now.

He wanted to, more than anything, and he was going to. But not till he heard more of your beautiful melody, your singing voice that cries such beautiful notes of ecstasy and pleasure for only his ears to hear and for his ministrations alone to be the cause of. You sounded so angelic to him, beautiful and perfect, sexy as hell; if he was gonna be his brutal truthful honest self to all this.

To see you remain so strong-willed and ferocious yet still somehow exude such cute and submissive sounds and actions made his somewhat simple Oni mind melt and fizzle. God, he was so infatuated with you! You surely were meant to be his woman if you're able to rile him up so and get under his skin so damn well.

Both yours and his body began to shine with a sheat of sweat, exhaustion starting to numb your poor abused body and sex addled brain, and even he deep inside had to admit this pace he set was taxing on even his energy now. The constant piston thrusting deep inside, the rigid bumps rubbing and scraping inside as it continued to batter your walls wider for his fit, morphing your insides to better fit him, only him, only ever him forevermore.

He wanted to ruin you and ruin you he thrououghly had. For when he finally lifted his head from the soft crease of your neck and shoulder, he nearly choked on his own spit, your eyes were glossed over, shiny pearls of utter dizziness. Drunk on all that was him now, you looked so properly fucked out in a clammy hot mess with your tongue now lulling out your mouth, your saliva dribbling down your chin, his thumb was coated in your saliva too but he really couldn't care less right now.

His lips parted, actually left speechless, so in awe of your pleasure ridden facial features, he ceased all the momentum of his thrusting hips. He... did this? Your stoic and stern expression from before, gone... shattered and replaced with a moaning flush faced shy girl, your strict and icy cold words replaced with utter incoherent and stringless garbles of praise- praise?

"-ide me, p-... please." You hiccuped through heavy pants and sniffles, muffled round his thumb. He blinked several times in a daze and slowly let his thumb leave your mouth, lifting his other hand off your body too, and he really didn't expect what happened next when you suddenly whimpered in full blown out worry and weakly wrapped your legs as tightly as possible round his lower abdomen in a tired plea for him to remain.

"Lad- L/N... what did you say before?" His voice sounded uneven, and even he was taken aback by how fragile it sounded. He cleared his throat softly as the faint pink on his cheeks dusted over even more so now, you hiccuped again through your whimpers and sobs as you wiped your eyes, soft sniffles escaping as you did so.

"I..." You didn't want to repeat yourself, for it was merely a heat of the moment thing, right? Yea... that was it. You swallowed down, having had your tongue pressed flatly down for so long, and your harsh panting and moans tearing at your vocal cords your throat felt unforgivable dry right now. You turned your head fast, trying to conceal your blushing face one again.

"It doesn't matte-" You were cut off by his hand grabbing your chin softly but sternly and angling you back to meet his Ruby eyed gaze.

"Don't give me that." It came out more depeserate than he'd liked, but he was at a complete loss of well, everything right now so he didn't have time to care.

You, however, were stunned by his desperation in his voice. You'd heard the lilt in his voice weave and tangle through many tones tonight, sarcastic, playful, serious, but, desperate? This was a first. Should you really repeat your silly request? After all... are you sure you even liked this criminal now? And it wasn't just your mind dizzied on sex speaking nonsense?

Because he gave you some praise? Flashed pretty words to you and then proceeded to drown you in the most intoxicating sexual experience you'd ever had, not that you'd had many to even compare this with might you add.

"I... well... it doesn't matter! I wouldn't have even meant it." You suddenly barked at him. Your voice was weak, however, due to your wear and tear of your poor throat.

"And why's that, mh?" He retorted, fast, too fast.

"I .. because..." You fell short of excuses there... you somehow found yourself lost for words, or at least words that wouldn't result in hurting the Oni before you. Why did even matter to you if you did hurt his feelings? You'd done it no problem earlier, so why was it making a small twang of guilt ring throughout your body?

"Because?" He questioned back, again too fast, a tensing of his jawline visible. Was he getting angry with you?

"Because it's stupid, silly, and ridiculous." You calmly said back, your eyes now locked with confidence against his own.

"Really." He merely scoffed, rolling his eyes as he let out a rather not nice sounding feign chuckle. Clearly, sarcasm was not foreign to him either.

You narrowed your eyes, still glossed over with lust as you were at the peak of your most intensive orgasm yet, till he stopped and broke the beautiful glass of non thinking and feeling straight bliss.

He shook his head, though annoyed he still couldn't help but find you cute, adorable even, he really did admire you, how tough you acted, that façade of yours definitely worth praising after all, it has managed to remain intact after all, this. But his patience really was running thin now, real thin.

"Stupid, is it?" He asks you bitterly as he suddenly thrusts hard into you once, causing you to gasp and moan out.

"Silly, am I?" He asks again bitterly, followed by another sudden rough thrust, eliciting another moan from you as he hit especially deep that time.

Your frustrated narrows eyes never leave his impatient red glowing ones in your staring contest throughout this all, but as he lowers his face, fangs protruding once again, the red paint looking even more luminous from his sweat covered body that maps all over him making him almost look like a walking canvas, of breathing art; you begin to feel your quick put up defence crumbling once again.

"Wanna know what's ridiculous?" He mutters lowly to you to which you give an exhausted and quizzical look to.

"How I'm balls deep inside you hearing you cry out in pure bliss and sing my name for any living soul to hear miles away. And yet, you still insist you don't like it? Or me for that matter." He narrows his eyes at you now as you gasp in shocked horror at his appalling words, covering your mouth with your hand in disbelief to how crude he was just then.

"Mmh?" He tilts his head at you as he thrusts yet again at that spot, and you mewl.

"Psh. Yea, that's ridiculous, alright." He merely grunts yet again. Your pride was admirable, but it sure was gonna be your downfall one of these days, and he knew that, so he did what he had to. Bring it down a few pegs.

Huffing loudly and dramatically, he sat back up again, and slowly, he began to pull himself out. Ridged bump, by ridged bump.

"Well, if you really don't like this or me, then I guess this is all for nothing-" he was interrupted by your sudden needy whine.

He looked down at you, feigning disinterest to you now, which... hurt. You missed that look of hunger...want...need... you miss him showing his expressions like he wears his heart on his sleeve... you miss his well... childish and goofy attitude; this side was... cold and harsh.

"Don't leave..." You whimper barely above a whisper.

"What was that? Speak up, Lady." He replied curtly, using that damned 'Lady' again.

"Don't leave." You said clearer this time, albeit still weakly as you had taken a battering so far in all fairness.

"Why." Stupid Oni.

He knew why.

"Because... I don't want you to..." You groaned and pouted now, fuck you was acting so cute. He nearly threw caution to the wind and just continued to pound you into the mattress, but no, you need to learn this lesson now.

"Wrong answer." Is all he sighed as he began to lift off again, your eyes widened as panic wrenched inside you now, concerned he may actually fully pull out and leave you empty inside, high and dry. With sudden abruptness you sat up and latched onto his biceps which he instinctively flexed at the sudden squeeze of.

"No! Dont- don't go!" You whined loudly now. You didn't care anymore about your pride, about your rationality of this situation, and how wrong it was. You actually somehow had started to like this damn criminal, bastard Oni.

"Why!" He now smirked at you, knowing fully well he'd teased you to your prides' end, and your stubbornness has now fleed behind the shadows of your mind.

"Because i- i- ugh! I like you! Okay! I don't know how you managed to do this to me, you animalistic criminal Oni, but... I like you now okay! Happy?!" You yelled out in a high-pitched whine sounding nowhere near as angry as you'd wished.

Suddenly, he smiled at you, big and bright, beaming with... something that could only spell 'uh-oh' for you.

"Yes. Very." He replied before suddenly without warning yet again he leaned slightly into you and began to piston inside you once again, deep and unforgiving. His massive length pushes all the way back inside again, the bumps sending shivers and tremors inside you all over again. Your eyes widened, then rolled back as you'd forgotten just how sensitive you were now from the long distraction and lack of movement.

You let out a wanton moan suddenly and yelped from embarrassment of the sound as he'd pushed hard against that special spot once more. He stopped for a few mere seconds as he glared into your widened glossy lust filled and now worried eyes.

"Itto- n-no no no wa-ahhh!" You cried out through mid protest as he angled his massive throbbing length and continued to thrust hard and deep and began his relentless assault to that spot over and over. Your vision blurred almost instantly again, and you were forced back into the white staticky buzz with every thrust once again.

"For... all... it... matters... I did confess I... engh- liked you right from... the very... start... just saying, engh-argh fuck!" He growled and groaned every word out through harsh and hurried hisses of air while maintaining his brutal fast pace on you.

You couldn't even hope to reply now but merely moan over and over, you squeezed his biceps over and over, your nails digging into his skin which only further fueled his hunger to continue the chase of yours and his high now. You were close... so close and rapidly drawing closer with his unrelenting thrusts.

Your mind was reaching that fuzzy high again, and you felt like you were floating all over again in a sea of clouds and simply soaring higher. You opened your mouth and barely muttered the beginning of your sentence before you shut your mouth once again, adement on not saying something so dirty and naughty. But he noticed. He always will notice.

"No, not again L/N" he ordered.

"Y-.... Y/N." you said through hiccuped sobs of pleasurable mewls, having been resorted back to the sorry state of inchorentness again.

He smiled warmly down at you, a look too full of admiration and adoration for what the beast was currently doing to you right now.

"Very well, tell me what you was gonna say, Y/N." He grunted out as he continued to thrust hard and fast, the slapping of his waist into your plush thighs beginning to make your skin red raw.

There wasn't any way out of this now... was there? You couldn't keep hiding it from hiii-!!!!!

You cried out and shuddered violently as you suddenly felt his finger mercilessly rub and flick and squeeze against your swollen and sensitive clit, you jerked violently over and over- you really was about to cum now.

"Tell meeeee Y/N~ be my good girl, don't hide it from me now." He saw the way your face cracked its defence even more from his praising words and use of your name. He had a fair idea already of what it was you were trying to fight the urge to say, but he really, really wanted to hear you say it.

"Inside me..ah!" You moaned out again, a vast change of tone and pitch from when you try to talk.

"Say it clearly now, my good girl, use your words. After all, you are the fancy talking one here, eh?" He continued to grunt and growl, he was so close and fighting it back every devastatingly painful second this game continued on, but he refused to not have you surrendered fully to him, otherwise it wasn't a true victory.

"Itto for the love of archons s-sake!! Cum inside me!" You practically screamed it out now just as you began to fully black out from your orgasm crashing down on you, dragging you under into the starry skied abyss in your mind, tremors and shudders, accompanied with numbing and sense wracking tingles that electrocuted all over your body, it felt so intense and aggressive, you don't remember the last time you'd cummed so... hard?

But then you felt it the blissful throbbing and pulsating of his stupidly large and thick cock wedged in humanly deep inside you, the hotness of his cum as it shot out in plentiful and thick ropes deep inside, coating all your insides with his seed, making everything that is you, now his.

Both of you were too fucked out and riding high on your release that neither of you heard the door to the shabby small room open, ten minutes ago... so once he finally drooped ontop of you still being mindful to not crush you and you absentmindedly caressed his head and scalp with gentle soothing and dotting caresses you both jumped and yelled from shock and uncertainty to hear a woman's sudden curt-

"Ahem."

Oh no... you knew that voice... no... please... it can't be... not... not-

"Tengu! Haha! Hi again! Did you come to duel me again?" Ittos happy voice seemed far too loud right now as your body went weak and numb and all colour to your face drained, you felt sick.

"Arataki Itto, I beg, if you actually have any damn braincells, remove yourself from... my superior and dress yourself. Now. For Shogun's sake, this truly is disgraceful behaviour." Sara said sternly as ever, though the wavering in her tone was clearly adamant.

He groaned and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Sore looser, tsk."

Just as he went to lift up off you, he looked down and remembered, ah yea... he ruined your clothes. In some crude act of gentleman's chivalry, he quickly pressed back down you, causing you to whince as... yes, his length was still deeply wedged inside you, and your poor filled to the brim battered insides.

"About that, aha... hey, Tengu, mind stepping out for a sec? Your uh, boss here has a slight lack of... wearable clothes." He asked sheepishly.

You were dead, yes? You had to be. Please say you were. Because this... you couldn't ever live this down. How could you order Sara around now and remain serious after this ordeal.

Archons, please kill me now.

The uneasy sigh from Kujou set your cheeks ablaze with a fire red blush. Hearing the soft sound of fabrics pooling against the floor, she merely clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"You. Out now. Let Miss L/N dress in private. Show her some respect damn heathen." Is all Sara said as she must've stepped outside you assumed from the clacking of her shoes fading slightly.

Itto grumbled as he finally slowly lifted off you, pulling out gently, taking one last look at your battered and soaked sex that was now leaking his essence from it. He frowned. What a waste. But at least he'd found his woman now, so when his rut struck, he had the perfect partner to finally create a bunch of baby Ittos with!

He flashed you a goofy toothy grin as he stepped back onto the floor and crouched down, grabbing his clothes in a half assed messy heap in his arms and winking at you before leaving. Hearing his voice fade out as the door began to shut, only making out the tail-end of the conversation between the Oni and the Tengu.

"Why'd you bring your boss spare clothes?"

"Because I know duels with you don't naturally last this long, and besides, I knew she was your type. Animal. Shut up and get dressed already!"

Click

With the door finally shut, you let out a long held in whine and sigh. Pulling at your hair slightly as you sat up and inwardly cursing yourself for falling victim to... all of this!

You got up a bit too quickly, your legs wobbled, and you nearly fell flat on your ass. You ached, you were sore all over, you had a headache, and you were so damned hungry and thirsty.

Just how long had he kept you in here? Fiend.

You sighed softly and a gentle smile slowly made its way onto your face as you remember all he'd said.

I kinda like you.

My good girl.

Stop it! Ugh. Stupid woman.

You rolled your eyes as you looked down at the pile of clean spare clothes your subordinate had graciously bought along with her, and after a failed lazy attempt to give yourself aftercare you threw hygiene to the wind for now and just threw the clothes on. Comfy. At least Sara knew your size well.

Yea, definitely time for her raise, huh?

After slipping your Anemo Vision back into your back pocket, you breathed in and tried to neaten your completely sex mussed hair and dishevelled appearance. Closing your eyes at the door, you breathed in deeply once more and then dared to face the front of your consequences.

Click.

You looked down the small dimly lit hallway to this shabby cottage and saw an exasperated Kujou arms crossed and faced away from a smiling and arms flailing Itto. She clocked onto you immediately, almost begging for help to escape the Onis consistent babbling and you couldn't help but chuckle.

Making your way back down to them at the front door of the cottage, she bowed respectfully to you, grabbing Itto by his chest strap and tugging it down too much to his sudden 'Hey!' going ignored by the Tengu.

"Lady L/N. I hope you've been okay in my absence. I'm sorry I could not be here to help protect you from this brute. I should've pressed harder on the seriousness of this matter in the first place-" You lifted your hand and cut her mid apology as you couldn't bare to hear her blame herself anymore.

"Enough Sara, please, call me Y/N. You are not in any way to be blamed for this. You gave me ample warning of this Oni and his mannerisms. I chose to ignore it with my selfish pride. The fault is mine to bear alone, understood." You still sounded authoritive, which you were grateful for at least.

Upon hearing your words the Tengu blushes faintly as she began to slowly lift up with a quizzical look, Itto quick to pry himself free from her vice grip and huff crossing his arms not appreciating being spoken about as if he wasn't right there. But she merely flashed a genuine happy and grateful smile to you which you returned in full earnest.

"Thank you, lady L- Y/N." She bowed quickly, unable to completely dismiss her soldier demeanour.

Your stomach then suddenly let out a very loud and embarrassing grumble, which Sara's eyes widened too, and Itto burst out in boisterous laughter at.

"Hey! No laughing Oni! This is your fault, after all!" You snarled, trying to keep your serious tone, but it failed and came out more pouty as you crossed your arms. "Archons knows how long you kept me caged up in there." You finished.

"Psh, you wasn't complaining a little while ago- ow!" He rubbed his arm where Sara had left a perfectly time silencer punch that you nodded in gratitude to her for.

"Let's go grab something to eat Sara." You said as she smiled at you and nodded.

"Sounds lovely, Y/N." She replied as she walked beside you and then began to walk with you.

"First though, I need to head back to my chambers and... properly tend to myself." You embarrassingly whimpered to which Sara nodded in understatement.

"Hey! I'm hungry too! Can I come, ladies?" Itto sing songed beside you both, arms crossed behind his head nonchantly.

"Only if you're paying." You deadpanned to him and he flashed you a toothy smirk.

"Of course I'll pay for my woman, silly Y/N! I'm not paying for the Tengu, though." He sniffed calmly back as Sara flashed him a threatening glare.

"Amazing, you called me Lady for probably twenty-four hours straight, and somehow you now say my name so naturally like we've always known each other?" You raise a brow playfully to him, amused at his slightly taken aback demeanour to your new playful attitude, but he welcomes it fully with a daring grin as he replies;

"Was it not you who said-" he then breathes in to raise his voice in a archons awful attempt to impersonate your voice- "Maybe sometime in solitary confinement is what I need, or something like that." He stuck his tongue out at to which you stuck yours back out at him.

It felt, nice, to let go of your serious tone you always wore and just... live, after all there are times when proper etiquette and attitude will always be needed and serious moments will require serious level headed stability, but that doesn't mean... always. Certainly not in just normal day to day activities.

"It isn't solitary if you're not alone Itto." You simply huffed and shook your head, albeit slightly amused.

"Well, it was alone enough for you, so it was alone for me too, aha!" He broadly said back to which you blushed hard.

"Whatever my woman is happy with, I am happy with!" He finally concluded, before getting elbowed in the rib my Sara beside him to which he groaned at and began rubbing his skin softly.

Neither noticed or if they did they didn't respond to your blush of his name calling to you again, you let out a small smile and faced ahead as you all made your way back to Inazuma city, with their bickering keeping you amused and content the whole way.

"You will pay for me Oni. Its called being a gentleman."

"I'm an Oni."

"Your still paying."

"Am not."

"Alright, we'll arm wrestle for it. If you lose, you pay for me if I lose. I'll pay for all of us."

"Haha! You're on Tengu! You're soooooo gonna regret challenging me! Arataki The One and Oni, undefeated, unrivalled, and now taken Itto!"

"Archon, give me strength..."

Finished! Finally! Ahhhh!!!! Sobbing rn 😭 this took... so... damn .... long! I hope you lot like it because I really had to fight myself for months to not give up on this but since its near Christmas and Ittos rerun banner is out rn this seemed the perfect time to finally get it done. So. Yea. Merry Christmas, guys, lmao! - Mod Diluc

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Temptress. ||Drabbles-NSFW||

Reader x Genshin Men

WOAh! Whats this?! a post???? Must be a dream looool anyway, So yea, no idea where this sprouted from, but they're small drabble length scenarios that have floated around in my head for literal months, so I decided fuck it might as well just write it all down, I like to think of whore like things about the men in Genshin sooo, why not just do some drabbles of reader being a whore with several of 'em lmao some may be longer than others/more detailed, some may be more focused on reader truly being just a pet/whore but in a way all the men do sorta I guess, care, for you lol in their own, uhm, personal ways, in fact some may even come off as more fluffy smut than smut smut as I am probably gonna edit this as I'm writing so, yea, also it may not contain all the boys as well... there is a lot of them now and trying to cram it all in for all the boys is kinda difficult now lmao however hope you like whatever this is lmao also Merry Christmas~ - Mod Diluc.

Diluc

Mondstadt was now silent, the night sky had made its arrival and it being a weekday an all even the city of freedom had to follow some basic rules; which was simply sleep because you have work tomorrow, duh. Not a single soul was to be found strolling the streets anymore, well, except one... "Damn you, woman." Okay, two.

Your hands was pressed against the cold surface of the darkened behind of Angel's Share, one of the last establishments to close so late at night, most of the customers inside, drunk or tipsy had already began their dizzy wobbling back to their homes, all, except you.

You had stubbornly refused the whole night to move from a certain stool at a certain table, in full view of a certain red haired man at the bar, constant threatening glares from his crimson fire eyes did little to warn you and wave you off, you remained sat, smug little smirk an all.

And thanks to your little rebellion of not leaving it costed said man that owned Angel's Share a rather unfortunate amount of potential paying customers, which to his obvious position made him rather, angry.

So as a show of how frustrated you had made him all night; being the sly temptress that you are, licking your lips, stealing glances, blowing kisses, hiking up your foot against your other leg to give him a full on showing of your lace panties between your thick thighs that barely remained in your black stockings, you were now bent over, hands pressed against a building, being pounded mercilessly by the red haired man, Diluc Ragnvindr.

His trousers hung down loosely around his waist, his hands having a vice grip on you leaving you no room to even wriggle, your cheek had began to hurt from being pressed against the bricks outer layer for so long. The slapping of his hips meeting yours were echoing more than he'd like, he had a reputation to up hold after all, so with that in mind he bent down over your arched back and pressed his clothed chest against your back.

One hand remained against your thick and curvaceous thigh as the other slithered up past your belly and under your blouse to where your breasts sat confined.

"Stubborn slut." His voice was laced with a certain venom as his slender fingers groped into your breast, kneading the flesh as he pulled himself even closer to you. His words of degradation did nothing but spur the fire in your burning core, if he truly did hate you that would hurt, but when fucking you it sure felt like he did, and it felt good.

He began to practically hump and rut into you from behind now, squeezing your thigh and using it as leverage to force you back onto his throbbing cock with every thrust, the wetness of your slick coated him nicely and allowed him to thrust with blissful ease.

"So damn wet, aren't you?" he spat through gritted teeth, his hand slapping your thigh before squeezing it hard as he continued his pace.

"Should finish with you and leave you begging, then maybe you'd get it through that whore mind of yours to stop interfering with my business just because your hungry for some cock!" He growled lowly, the threat almost sounding genuine, you whimpered softly and shook your head.

You lust ridden and dizzy glare back at him with such a pleading look didn't work on him anymore, but beg or not he would never actually leave you high and dry, he was just too, soft, for such a cruel act.

With every thrust your legs faltered in their strength, he really was big, and thick to add to it and the way he angled and piston into your hips left no room for you to even breathe, but he is right, you were so hungry for this, for him, no one gets you off as well as he does, such a talent he possesses. Maybe if he didn't do such a good job you wouldn't always crawl back for more.

A drop of sweat fell from the red haired mans face as he remained hunched over you like a wolf mounted atop it's bitch, grunting and growling with anger mixed with now sexual frustration.

This had already been going on for far longer than you could remember, your brain becoming too thoroughly fucked out to care anymore, then your eyes widen, just as you was about to cry out in ecstasy a hand grips strongly round your mouth, two fingers sinking past your lips and capturing your tongue.

"Silence, slut, I don't need Mondstadt waking up to the sounds of a needy whore." The man behind you spoke in a low husky tone right at your ear as he continued to mercilessly pound you through your orgasm into overstimulation and possibly another orgasm.

"Feeling good, Hmm? Tsk." He bit your ear lobe, hard, and began to suck on it roughly as his pace quickened and you could tell by his insistent throbbing he was about to-

With a low groan you felt it, hot and sticky coating the backs of your thighs and legs as a guttural growl left him. Then you felt him tear away from you as if you was too hot to touch right now, afraid to get burnt and consumed by your feverish neediness.

Turning around with a slight pout you didn't get to reach a second orgasm he merely scoffed as he pulled his trousers back up and fixed himself instantly, as if he hadn't just abused your now dripping hole for the past what? Thirty minutes?

He already began to turn away from you to walk back around and go back inside Angel's Share to properly finish locking up, and as he did he spoke in a monotone voice.

"I'm warning you Y/N, Don't do that again." and with that he disappeared like always after these fun little encounters you had with him.

You pulled your panties back up and neatly pushed your skirt back down and over your now sticky thighs and giggled licking your lips. His 'Don't do that again' merely meant, 'same time tomorrow.'

And tomorrow you would be back for sure.

Kaeya

You closed your eyes and calmed your breathing as best as you could, focusing fully on your task at hand; to not gag. But that proved difficult when Kaeya Alberich, Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonious had his rather thick and long cock buried deep down your throat.

There you sat, between his thighs under a table in Angel's Share, nestled away from public eyes, barely. You couldn't complain however, since this had been your idea right from the start, when the silver tongued devil before you actually for once wasn't in the mood to fool around, solemn look on his face you'd decided you didn't like such an expression on such a pretty face.

You ignored his tired refusals and weak attempts to move away or grab your head and stop you, but silly Kaeya, he's played this game before with you so much now you know all his buttons to press and flick, and it started with a simple kitten lick to the top of his weeping head of his cock that he tried to act wasn't already hard from the moment you'd sat down with him in the tavern.

"Such a... naughty girl." he spoke softly, as to not drawn any unwanted attention, luckily he was on the upper floor, which was normally less busy anyway, but still, it only took one peek to see your knelt down self gagging and swallowing on him like a hungry hound.

You rubbed your tongue on the underneath of his shaft and the man above you hissed gently, clenching his fist on the table before bringing his other hand down under to roughly ball a fist of your hair into, yanking your face flush against his base leaving you to jerk slightly and gag ever so slightly.

"Watch it princess." is all he gave as a warning before releasing your hair and allowing you to pull away and catch your breath as quietly as possible, though you couldn't help the smirk that crept onto your face, you loved when he treated you rough like this, putting you in your place, sometimes you thought maybe the pirate actually had grown a soft spot for you, his favourite little plaything.

Having caught your breath you gave no warning prior before sucking him back down all the way to the base causing him to now jerk, the mug of Death After Noon nearly slipping from his grasp, his furrowed his brows and slammed the mug down, looking around he saw he was the only one up here with you right now, good.

He fisted your hair again and yanked your head up out from under the table, you blinked a few times as the light dangling from the ceiling burned your vision from having been under a dark table for so long, face flushed and lips puffy and wet he merely examined your face before drawing closer.

"Stop testing my patience today Y/N, you will not like the end result do I make myself clear?" You looked up into his lust filled but suddenly dangerous icy cold glare in his blue eye and nodded licking your lips slowly, he brought his other hand to your face and slowly rubbed his thumb along your swollen bottom lip, a gentle hum of approval emitting from him.

"Open." is all he said, to which you obeyed, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

He smirked at your obedience, he remembered how nervous and shy you first was when suggested such acts with you, my how you've grown into his perfect cock toy.

He then spat into your mouth with almost a look of disgust but you'd grown use to his domineering stare during such moments, all it did now was turn you on, you closed your mouth and swallowed it happily which he then smirked at, tugging your head up and giving you an ice cold stinging kiss that left you breathless before dropping your head back down below the table.

"There's my good princess, now, back to it Y/N" he said as he took another sip of his favourite drink after a long days work, with his pretty little princess helping him unwind, such a good life to be living.

And there you sat back between his thighs and sucking deeply on his pulsing cock, thinking the exact same thought, such a good life to be living.

Childe

Oh god, make it stop, archons have mercy on me please!

Your pleas fell on deaf ears however, you'd given up begging the tall, lean ginger that sat knelt behind you for mercy hours ago, resorting to the archons for a saving grace now. The slapping sounds resounding all around the room, the room that reeked of nothing but sex and sweat now, how many times had you cum? how many times had he cum again?

Your muscles ached and wept inside for just a moments rest, but they weren't anywhere near as sore as your insides where, and your dripping abused sex, the squelching as his thick veiny length continued to endlessly thrust in an out, your slick, and both of your mixed releases becoming immensely perfect lubricant for his ongoing assault at your insides.

His pace hadn't wavered in the slightest since he'd first tossed you on this bed, your final resting place it was starting to look like however, your head drooped down, your damp hair sticking to your shining sweat coated skin and pooling around your neck and shoulders, one arm coiled round your head in a petty attempt to keep you propped up, the other bent behind you and pinned to your lower back by one of his strong hands, long fingers determined on a goal keeping your hand and arm prisoner.

"Ch- Childe please, 'm... so ...c-cl-" a sudden smack to your rear causing you to yelp and cut your own sentence off, moans immediately breaking through after as his thrust get even faster. As if he was trying to damn you into oblivion by his cock alone.

"Ajax, milaya (dear), told you so many times before." he sounded hoarse, rough, but so damn sexy, the manly grunts and growls seeping from his lips as he selfishly slapped into your behind with each frantic thrust left you speechless, and nearly breathless too.

"A- Aja-ax! Please, I am about to c-" a sudden grip to your chin and a demanding tug forced your silence and sights to look behind you, the sight almost made you cum alone, a beautiful dusted shade of pink across his cheeks, his auburn hair dishevelled and unruly, lifeless ocean eyes drowning in lust and greed with a soft shine of sweat glistening off his skin, his jacket nearly fully discarded now as it drape on his arms already having slipped from his shoulders, his toned and muscular chest and abs constantly coming into view as his jacket lay open.

"Then cum, little zayka (bunny)" he gruffly commanded and that was your undoing, crying out in a plea, pleasure? You truly didn't know at this point, but it hit you, so damn hard and fast, your whole body convulsing against your will as you came for the Nth time today, his hand caging yours finally let go and slithered up tightly squeezing your shoulder, somewhat steadying your shudders and shivers as your body became victim to another hard orgasm.

Pushing with force he broke your weak attempt of propping yourself up, falling flat into the mattress now that was utterly soiled with too many bodily fluids to decipher at this moment. Your cheek pressed into the softness as you felt the weight dip either side your head, opening your glossy and dazed eyes you saw one of his hands, the one still confined in a glove pressed flatly into the mattress beside you.

From above Tartaglia now looked ready in position to start doing push-ups, one of his many basic warm up exercises in the early morning. However the only difference now was he wasn't out in the morning chill, but in a stuffy and stagnant aired room above a quickly melting minded woman that he enjoyed watching fall further into damnation.

"Good, good girl, so obedient for me aren't you?" An almost sadistic smile crept onto the gingers face as he loomed above you like a lion above its dinner, he breathed in deeply through his nose, a deep guttural inhale that left him shakily exhaling as he was becoming intoxicated in all that was you.

Soft whimpers is all you replied with now, you were slipping so fast into madness, your body hurt, it stung with aches and soreness, it begged so dearly to have rest now, but it couldn't deny the gut twisting pleasure that kept being forced onto it, your mind was torn and confused and left you more lost than when this all started, you found it easier to just stop thinking now.

"So beautiful, perfect." he murmured to himself, you'd not had guessed it was about you until you felt dotting caresses to your head and cheek that felt entirely out of place right now. He was petting you like you were some magical creature that he'd nurtured back to health and grown a sense of parenthood for, it felt uncanny to his normal flirtatious playboy style void of any deeper meaning.

With a slight reposition of balance you felt his thick length wedge deeper into your battered insides, reminding you of your situation. How did it get this way? All you remember now as hazy as it was, is you merely saying you felt you had no purpose in this world anymore, having retired from your assassination workforce, realising you no longer had a calling, for your call was always to be the sirens song of death to others, with no victims left to sing too, you were left abandoned. A performer with no audience, on a stage barely intact anymore.

You couldn't decipher the look on his face back then as he went silent, an eerie shadow of ominous tension exuding from him after the words left your mouth. Within mere seconds he had you naked and forced onto the bed in the shared room you both occupied, common occurrence for you both whenever you crossed paths, you had an ongoing fling with him after all. But he'd never been this intense with you before, sure he always fucked you good and proper, with that scary unending stamina of his, but this felt far more goal orientated than ever before now.

A sudden deep chuckle from him dragged you back to the now, as if he too had been lost temporarily in a deep trance, now back with full clarity he'd yet to enlighten you on, but you felt it was about to be shone on you no matter what your protests could've, if it even existed, been.

"You never were a little zayka (bunny) were you Y/N? No, you kill too easily, show no remorse for something innocent like that, but you're so sly, stealthy even, that sharp witted tongue as stinging as your knives that claimed so many lives, no, not a zayka (bunny) at all, but you know what you are?" He sounded so, serious... strong, possessive.

Before you could question his motives for this speech and demand a conclusion his thrusts suddenly started up again, this time slow, painfully slow, but deliciously deep and hard. Rhythmic slapping of your rear as his waist slammed down into you with full force now, his position allowing him to sink deeper and deeper inside your warmth. You began to moan loudly, desperately as he reached new depths within you. Feeling his weight press down into you as he laid almost on you now, his arm slowly slinking round your neck as if getting you into a headlock ready to strangle.

His teeth nibbling against your earlobe as he pants hot bated breaths beside your flushed cheek, so close, so hot, his smell, his weight, him, so much to take in...

"You're my malenʹka lysytsya (little fox), you're mine, all mine, always will be mine, now and forever milaya (dear)." His voice now a husky hot whisper against your ear, cheating entirely as he knows how weak in the knees you become to him using his native language to pet name you and praise you, you began to know what some of them meant, having him repeat them so often to you, it was bound to happen, but that... whatever he just said? 'malenʹka lysytsya' you'd never heard that one...

As if reading your mind he let out a soft chuckle, far too innocent and full of boyish charm for what he was literally doing to you right now. "It means little fox Y/N, bunny doesn't suit a killer, but a hunter in the shadows whose mastery lies in stealth and deceit, fox suits you perfectly, don't you think?" He asked it so nonchalantly as if he wasn't balls deep inside you right now, literally keeping you under him in a tight grip.

You blinked to try clear your vision, but blurry it remained, tears constantly swelling from painful yet blissful overstimulation to your abused body now. He was a harbinger, he was ruthless in battle and an expert with his weapons, and he seemed to dance that dance well, to avoid death, for your first meeting with him was purely because you'd been commissioned to off the young Harbinger. What a joke that ended up, duelling him when he easily caught you trying to stalk him in the shadows, fighting you was capable of, but the element of surprise was your best weapon and he'd disarmed it instantaneously.

Having fallen to the floor and accepting bitter defeat you awaited the sealing blow that was to end you, fully aware of what this work entails if you're to fail, but it never came, instead you felt a hand slink into your own and yank you back up to your feet, amused and lovestruck lifeless blue eyes gleaming back at you. That is how it started, in return for not killing you, you became, friends with benefits, often meeting up with each other when stressed and wanting a way to get out, at first it was just him summoning onto you, but when you grew to like his company and after a certain night where he became nothing but a selfless giver fixated on making you almost die from pleasure, you concluded this wasn't such a bad alternative, plus he was attractive obviously and somewhat... well, ... likeable.

You moaned again loudly as you felt him begin to thrust more harder and faster into you now. Splitting you apart inside and making home in your deepest most intimate places, you felt it, the buzz of another orgasm building, you loved it, but dreaded it all the same for it was becoming ten too many now.

"Come back with me." you heard his gruff voice beside your ear again, your head being forced to remain still as he rutted into you hard and fast. You continued to moan and blinked several times, did you hear that right?

"Y/N, be mine, come back with me, to my homeland, Snezhnaya. You have no reason to remain here anymore, or anywhere, the only place you're ever going to be needed is with me, by my side, in my home, be mine, become a mother to our children-"

"A-ajax?! children wh-what?!"

"Come now little lysytsya (fox) after how many times I have came inside you tonight, you really believe you aren't getting pregnant?"

"I can just go to BuBu Pharmacy and-"

"Over my dead body."

He began to pick up pace now, frighteningly so, drawing your orgasm horrifically nearer at breaking speeds. What had gotten into him?! more importantly what had gotten into you? Why did the sound of becoming his woman and bearing his children sound so inviting to you all of a sudden?

"Sl-slow down A, Ajax... I am gonna c-cum again-eng..."

"Let's, mmh, make a bet then my beautiful milaya (dear), last longer than me, and you're free to go, but if you cum before me, that is your eternal promise to forever holding loyalty to me and me only, and becoming mother to our beautiful multiple children." He chuckled gutturally as he finished having seen the red flush spread like wildfire over your cheeks as you became insanely embarrassed at all these far too loving and endearing promises to what is suppose to be mindless sex only! Wait a fucking second, Did he say multiple children?!

You growled out in a broken and shaky agreement to his proposal not that you had any choice but too from your current position, with that he beamed a far too overly energetic grin before piston slamming into you. Deep, so damn deep and hard, so fast too, dear archons above you wasn't gonna last for shit, why did you even think you could?!

Like clockwork he began to mutter praises into your ear, breath hot and hoarse, coaxing your orgasm closer every native word he rolled off his tongue. It was useless because with in only a few minutes and some perfectly deep angled rolls of his hips you melted and fell apart beneath him, moaning out loudly and shuddering aggressively yet again, your orgasm rattling you entirely, his grip around your neck never did cease.

"Good, gooood girl, my good girl, you hear that milaya (dear)? You're mine now, forever. Sucks to lose, but man do I love always winning." So cocky, you tried to groan but it came out a garbled whimper as your orgasm was still wrecking havoc on your poor body. Then the final straw snapped your sanity as he let out a deep groan finally cumming in you, letting his thick white ropes of seed paint and smother your insides, filling you to the brim yet again, he was right- you were definitely gonna be pregnant after this.

You felt so thoroughly fucked now, so dizzy, tired and exhausted, you felt the tempting blanket of slumber beginning to wrap around you. That and he was fucking you into unconsciousness at this point, he didn't stop thrusting, albeit he'd slowed down a bit, became softer, but movement was still apparent within him as he rested his head between your shoulder blades, panting deeply and heavily.

Finally releasing your head you dropped on to the mattress instantly and you heard him chuckle softly, warmly.

"Rest milaya (dear), you'll need it, it is a long trip back to Snezhnaya, rest." And you couldn't help but obey the order for it sounded too sweet to refuse, as you began to rapidly drift off into sleep the last coherent thought in you mind was; you wouldn't mind having a boy as your first child.

Ayato

Smack!

A loud moan erupted from your lips as your bare ass jiggled and your skin rippled down from the initial contact.

Smack!

Again you moaned loudly as you were sure the cheeks of your ass were becoming red raw now.

"What are you?" A stern voice bellowed out above you.

You sniffled.

Smack!

You moaned.

"What are you?" The stern voice repeated, sounding more serious.

"I- I'm sorry!" You whined out through pained sobs. You ass stinging something beyond comprehension right now, and your slick growing more by the second between your thighs.

"That's right, and why are you sorry?" The voice continued to bark out questions demanding answers.

"Be- beause-" you sniffled again finding it hard to find your words.

Smack!

You moaned out again and attempted to wriggle free from the Lords lap only to have him grab you by your neck and keep you forced bent over his knees.

"Now you try to escape your punishment for your little outburst too? Insane to think it possible with me young lady." Lord Kamisato growls as he deftly shoves two of his fingers into your soaking and unsuspecting sex.

A wanton moan escapes you as he finally gives attention to where you've been dying for it the past forty-five minutes. He curls his fingers constantly in a come hither motion, pressing against so many of your sweet spots that he was far too privy of now.

He tuts and then stops his actions as soon as sees you melting into it too much. You whine but before you can continue your pitiful protest he shushes you loudly.

"Silence, focus your mind Y/N, this is a punishment, remember that. Don't you dare cum unless I say you can, do I make myself clear?" He groans lowly awaiting your response.

You do not want to agree, you know if you do he will edge and tease you for hours, but this is the price you pay for calling him a stubborn man child in front of his subordinates and colleagues, and practically humiliating him in front of people he tries his best to keep reputation upheld with.

Smack!

You moan out again as he roughly curls his fingers inside you and slaps your ass again, ignoring your sobs and broken garbled moans.

"Do I make myself clear!" He hisses it at you now and for once you actually realise you may have gone a step overboard with your games on the young Lord's patience this time.

"Y-yes sir!" you sob out and inhaled deeply.

"Prepare yourself Y/N, I am not going easy on you this time. Time you learned your place, maid."

||Special Guest Appearance|| Wanderer

"Brat." The young small looking boy spat the harsh words out from under you, and not because you was topping, absolutely not. He had you on top, faced away from him, but his pelvis was suspended up by the balls of heels as he slammed up into you, lifting and slamming you back down, like you was nothing but a toy to him.

He was mostly intact, his clothes still on just his cock springing out from the top of his shorts to impale into your quivering sex. You however was a hot sweaty mess, clothes half hanging off, your breasts on display bouncing with every hard slap up into you and your bottoms long since thrown along the bedroom floor somewhere.

You continued to moan, tears falling from your eyes, it was starting to hurt, you just wanted to cum so bad now... but every time you felt close-

All movement stopped. You couldn't help but let out a soft sob as you felt your high slowly dissolve painstakingly away. Why must he be so cruel? Sure, you may have been teasing him a bit too much today but this was borderline torture of the sickest degree now, and he says he's a changed man, bullshit.

Suddenly just when your breathing had gone back to normal he picked up pace again, hard, fast and deep, continuous thrust up into you as he pulled you down onto him. Starting the build up all over again, you shook your head as you slightly sob-moaned out, so happy for the pleasure building again but distraught knowing he's only going to leave you hanging yet again.

"Tears, tsk, pathetic." he scoffed sounding completely undisturbed from the exertion on his body as he continuously thrusted up into you in such a position. For a man of such short stature he sure did pack a lot of muscle behind those garments, his fragile look was merely a trick to the eye, a trick he revelled in using to his advantage.

It worked on you like a charm after all, for you never would expected to be in the predicament you're in now just from making some light jabs about him being a 'scrawny puppet.' But as much as you hated to admit it, he sure did excel in having devastating strength and power, remaining half suspended in the air by just the balls of his heels; while slamming you up and down into his throbbing length like a flimsy dummy.

But you had zero time to fully praise him on his outstanding physique, for, he gave little to no care toward the torture and abuse he currently was thrusting into your own this very moment. How he managed to keep himself perfectly angled to reach all your sweetest spots inside was true sadism, for he did it not to help you reach your climax, merely to have you teetering on the precipice only to coldly drag you back.

You squeezed your eyes shut and shakily inhaled before holding your breath, a poor and futile attempt to force focus elsewhere, anywhere but right now, right here with him. If you could just think of nasty things and frightful occurrences maybe you could detour all of this-

"Cute." You heard him gruffly scoff from beneath you, still sounding entirely unaffected through this entire situation, from the smug snicker that slowly seeped from his voice you dreaded the fact that you knew, he knew, what you was desperately trying to do right now. That you were trying to will his sultry siren moves on your body out of your senses, ignore the singing melody of deceitful promises to hold your hand and lead you above the fluffy clouds you found yourself stagnant and forever floating in, to that white static of buzzing euphoria.

You were simply trapped in purgatory, made to feel all the delicious tremors and shudders that attacked your body from all angles, but denied that mind frazzling release. It was seriously starting to drain you of energy, your sanity dwindling in his truly unforgiveable grip, that he had so tightly locked around you, your very being right now.

"Said some hurtful things to me Y/N, puppet or not, still hurts my feelings ya know~" his voice mockingly rose in pitch as he feigned a pout, the sarcasm that dripped from every word like wet paint down a wall, too viscous to dry in time, it made you more angry than anything else now, how he lectures you and now taunts with your dwindling sanity at a time, like this.

"Y-yea? Well it's probably b-because you're a puppet that you cannot g-, g- get me off, in f-fact, can y-you even c-cum yourself r-robot boy? Psh." You spoke through shaky breaths and wobbly gasps, your voice wavering continuously as you did, you sounded far from threatening, more winded and void of any air in your lungs, but hopefully you'd irked that blown out ego of his.

All movement stopped, not abruptly, more so it died down gradually but still rather fast, which was odd given you hadn't reached the very peak of your climb to climax yet, did he slip out of tune with your own body just then? Assuming you'd gotten close when you hadn't, not so smart after all is he, hmph.

"I see." A low thrumming growl seeped from the boy beneath you, the words so quite you only heard them because no movement was being made anymore, it sounded like the words were meant for him more than you however, but that was proven wrong when in the blink of an eye and a gust of cold wind you were swirled round, back laying flushed against the soft mattress beneath you, the boy now above you, caging you in.

"W-wanderer?" Your voice was barely above a whisper as you saw the dim glow of something dangerous spinning in his dark purple eyes, he said nothing in response, merely lifted his head to grab his hat and for once carelessly drop it to the floor, he treated that hat like a second appendage, such unnecessary respect for the item, so seeing him so careless toward it now left you lost for words.

You hadn't even noticed he'd pulled out of you until you felt the glorious burning sensation of him pushing back inside you, your slick so plentiful he slipped back in with ease, for the first few inches at least- wait, there was more!?

He kept sinking deeper, deeper and deeper, kept go-ing, oh! Now having bottomed out in you entirely, reaching unfathomable depths within your moist spasming walls, it dawned on you how much he'd held back on you, how much he'd spared you from right now, and every time that had ever been before, he refused to ever fully strip, refused to ever let you see him naked or even glance at his what from feeling alone now concluded was a clearly thick and massive length.

Always remaining mostly dressed and concealed from your sights you'd never gotten to see his actual size, so you never would've guessed he was so well endowed. But you sure as fuck were feeling it now as it bulged inside you and kept you spread apart for his unimaginable girth that throbbed deep in your very being now.

So deep he was that the slightest thrust he made had your eyes rolling back and your eyelids fluttering, mimicking the way your walls fluttered in a pleasure wracked frenzy around him as he did.

"Can't get you off, huh?" He repeated your words back to you, not that you could in anyway respond now, your brain slowly frying what coherent sanity you had left, your vision blurred immensely but through the onslaught of swelling tears in your eyes from the scary pleasure that pulled you deeper down into the abyss, you could see his smug smirk staring down at you, how easily you unravelled your needy whimpering self beneath the porcelain doll now, no more bite in you, nothing but broken submission.

During your hazy dance in ecstasy your hand weakly lifted up and absentmindedly stroked through his indigo hair, soft and velvety in your touch, your hand dropping to gently cup and stroke his cheek a few frail times before dropping back down, a rare act of tenderness from you indeed, between the pair of you it was always sharp sarcasm and primal lust is all, but your eyes were out of focus, somewhere, far, far away, so it was a shame you missed the dazed expression of disbelief in the dolls face as he glared down at you, his look almost akin to warmth and softness toward you.

He didn't press on the matter, he decided he'd let you have that one broad move against him, not that it mattered, nor would he let it happen again.

His soft gaze as brief as it was, was then replaced with a deadly determination instead. "Don't you worry Y/N, I can cum alright." He punctuated the words with a deep intrusive thrust somewhere inside that he really shouldn't be able to reach let alone remain embedded in, a wanton moan ripping from you as that thrust alone reeled you into a sudden shudder and buzz.

"And how deep." he sneered the response out after watching your face contort and morph into so many beautiful faces for him to see, how pretty you looked finally shutting up and taking his cock in its fully entirety, how he'd always wanted it to be. He despised you'd got under his glass skin, made him, feel, for you, not that he'd ever admit it to you, but now he had the perfect reason to keep you by his side, always.

"I'll have you drunk on my cock in no more time, Y/N, besides, you're not bad on the eyes and I've revealed too much to you to ever let you go now, so congratulations Y/N, you just got upgraded to my personal cum bucket."

As you felt your climax ruthlessly climbing up and ready to burst at the seams, what he was saying didn't matter anymore, in fact... you rather enjoyed the sound of it.

||Special Guest Appearance|| Pantalone

The sounds of scribbling pen against paper echoed through a nearly empty hall, the source of the sound coming from none other than Pantalone's office, in the headquarters for the Harbingers. That and, a low buzzing vibration from a dildo that was wedged deeply into your dripping sex as you sat on the sofa legs spread eagle.

Face flushed pink as you moaned and mewled, your juices constantly dripping out causing vulgar squelching sounds, the room positively reeked of your musky scent, and maybe a year ago this would've killed you from embarrassment but now, it just fried your already sex addled brain further into the dark desires of bliss.

There he sat, Lord Pantalone, comfortably behind his desk scribbling away on documents and spreadsheets, securing further details, data and funds for the Fatui and her Majesty the Tsaritsa. A swift nonchalant push of his glasses back up the ridge of his nose where they'd momentarily slipped down and sip of his black coffee is the only extra movement he made before going back to work.

You continued to moan and whine as you thrusted the vibrating dildo continuously into your aching core, you'd been edging yourself for nearly three hours now, his orders, and you would be a fool to disobey, not that you ever wanted too; not after his last punishment anyway.

In a way you had asked for this, acting so needy to him and distracting him from his very important work, you should've known better, silly girl. But then again he cannot be mad, you're just a Fatui secretary after all, you'd not a clue how to run such errands he must do daily, but still, respect is key to this man and you'd shown none of it while wagging your ass around his office and speaking in a seductive manner all day.

You could feel the orgasm tipping over the edge yet again, right at your peak, your moans picked up in tone and your legs began to shake, your vision finally going blurry for the Nth time this hour, so close, just a bit longer-

"Stop." You heard his voice clearer than the ringing in your ears of your nearing release, a pitiful and needy whine escaped your lips as you reluctantly pulled the vibrator out from your now twitching opening that was completely slick with your arousal.

"S-...sir pl-"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" He quickly interjected with an all too kind sounding voice to which you slowly shook your head no.

"Mmh, then pray tell, why are your lips moving and why is there sound coming out?" He looked up at you now, that sinister grin on his face like always, to an outsider it seems warm, charming, welcoming even, but to those who know this man, it is merely a mask, almost unremovable like its part of his attire now, to always, be, smiling.

You opened your mouth about to speak but something about his aura made you shut your mouth again, that smile, though he hasn't moved, hasn't changed expression, didn't even raise his voice, you felt deeply in trouble and scared all over, so you remained dead silent.

He simply flared his nostrils as he sighed out slowly, almost humming gently, his smile still there, as he stood from his desk and stretched slowly, the crack of his arms, back and legs an indicator to how long he had been seated today, too long, for even his liking.

He glanced out his window and saw the night sky had blanketed over Teyvat now, perfect he mused to himself as he clapped his hands together in a pleased manner which only made you sink further into doubt and fear. To which he soon clocked onto fast.

"Oh my sweet flower, why so scared hm? You act as if I plan something disastrous, come now." His voice was so smooth, almost like butter, but behind that honey woven voice lay poison and you knew it. You loved it.

He beamed a more genuine smile at you now unable to hide his amusement as he walked around his desk to his cupboard of- well archon knows really, no one is ever allowed to see inside there, period. But you heard it, the slight jingle, and you swallowed down thickly, fear settling in with a pulsing sense of excitement too.

As he turned your eyes fixated on it instantly, the pink dog leash and collar with a baby pink jingling bell that had 'Flower' carved in cursive over it, it was all yours, he so happily said the day he showed you it, bought it custom made just for you! Lucky girl!

When he sat you on his lap that one lonely dark night, asking what your favourite colour is, and your favourite hobby, you didn't think saying pink and picking flowers would have led to all this, but here you are, and deep down, you were happy about it now? Maybe he finally had broken you in, because all you ever wished was for his appraisal now, approval and attention, much like a dog.

He clicked his finger and aimed his index toward the floor by his shoe, and you knew what that meant, you began to slowly close your legs to make your attempt to get off the couch but his tut and sigh stopped you.

Looking at him, collar spinning round his long slender index finger, that had caused you to orgasm more times than you can remember now, his foot tapping impatiently you suddenly realised. Still afraid to speak you spread your legs back open for his full viewing pleasure as you stuck the dildo back in and switched it back on.

Now with a constant muffled buzz and your small whimpers and moans as you slowly crawled over to him he smiled and hummed once again. Placing the collar round your neck and clipping the leash like a cherry on top of a cake he stood back up.

"Good girl, such a precious flower you are, now come, let us go for a walk, you have been showing too much energy around here recently and it is becoming rather distracting, best we fix that now." With a curt tug of your collar followed by a jingle of your bell you began to crawl behind him slowly out his office and into the cold hallway that laid barren and silent.

You are his good girl after all, and as much as he adores seeing you like this, he would much rather keep it to his eyes only, that is why these calming walks only happen at midnight, when everyone is asleep, or away.

See, he does care.

||Special Guest Appearance|| Dottore

You don't know what he'd injected into you, but it made you horny, fast, desperately so, the moment the needle left your skin your body set itself ablaze with a hunger and desire that threatened to consume you in seconds if you didn't find any sort of friction to ease your burning coiled tension inside.

Falling to your knees and clutching at your stomach as it warped round your very muscles and brain and began to make your mind spin till dizzy, wanting The Doctor to just fuck you then and there, you weakly tugged at his coat, to which he joyfully hummed in response as he set the empty needle down.

"Yes? What is it Y/N." he asked all too carelessly for your liking right now.

"N- need you..." you could barely speak now, you didn't wanna waste time talking! Just wanted him fucking into you good and proper.

"Need me? My dear, you'll have to be more informative than that, need me for what exactly?" His grin only widened, his sharp canines on full display as he peered down at you, not that you could see his eyes, but the way he wore that beak like mask certainly made him look like a bird of prey zeroing in on its prey; you.

"T-touch me, pl-please..." you whimpered, begging with all your might, you could already feel your slick pooling in your underwear, it felt hot, uncomfortable, unbearable.

"Oh I'd be more than happy too dear, if you swear your loyalty to me, now, and not that insufferable man." You knew who he meant, for it was your higher ranking officer in charge of your unit, Sir Capitano.

Il Dottore has had his eye on you for so long now, and ever since finding out you would be working for the knight he has clearly shown his anger to it, demanding your Captain hand you over to him to which he would always refuse before continuing with his day.

"Such a needy little brat, aren't you" The masked, blue haired man hummed down at you, creepy shark toothed grin an all. You merely mewled in response however as you continued to hump yourself shamefully against his leg and shoe.

You didn't think that offering to help Sir Dottore once with his medical report that it would lead to this, being drugged into a raging intoxication of desire and want. Rutting against the mans shoe like a horny rabid animal.

"I won't offer my shoe to you forever dear, so either swear loyalty to me now or leave my office at once." The threat alone had your heart tightening in embarrassment and worry, there was no way in Celestia itself you would walk out here like this!

You wanted to remain loyal to Capitano, you really did, but the drug became too much, your brain had long since lost to it, your body even quicker, you just wanted this man to do all sorts of unspeakable things to you now to relieve you of this burning inside.

"Fine! I- I hereby swear my undying loyalty to you Sir Il Dottore!" you cried it out sounding far more needy than you'd ever heard yourself before.

"Good, good girl." he never did drop his scary grin as he was swift with his actions of bending down and scooping your sweating weak body up and laying you out on his desk, almost like a patient about to undergo surgery.

"That stupid monster, he never did know how to treat such a beautiful specimen, I will open your eyes to wonder you never would've known existed my sweet girl, my loyal subject." he spoke with an eerie tone of endearment that you would've normally found distasteful but now, hearing such beautiful promises set your insides ablaze even hotter.

It took record time for Dottore to have you naked on his desk, nestled between your thighs, his trousers now loosely hung round his lower waist, his thick veiny erection rubbing and pressing against your hot, achy sex that was coated in your slick arousal, desperate to feel him fill you up.

"Close your eyes my beautiful subject, allow yourself to sink into the mind destroying pleasure, that I your new master, and much more generous leader is going to suffocate you in." it sounded like a promise, but also a threat but it also sounded just, so fucking good and you wanted it bad.

When you closed your eyes you heard an animalistic growl leave the man, your obedience seemed to further boost his crazy ego but it probably meant a better thorough fucking for you, so ego boost him all the way man!

When you felt him slowly push inside you, spreading you open and filling you all the way deep inside, till his base press flush against you, you shuddered hard and couldn't help the mind breaking orgasm that simply rocked and cascaded all over your body like a mini seizure. It frightened you almost with how intense it was and all he'd done was enter you!

You heard a dry chuckle from Dottore now and then his deep husky voice.

"Dirty girl, enjoy it, because there is so, so much more from where that came from, you're not leaving here till all you know is the feel of me, and my cock inside you, little slut."

The sudden name calling only fanned your flames of want, and the promise of more of those scarily intense orgasms made your stomach flip inside, yea... you think you can get use to serving Dottore instead now.

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