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i love your ethan fic wtf you’re so good! she’s better than me i would have turned on sam and tara real quick after that last interaction omg😭☠️

in an alternative reality she turned against them and i believe that 🥲 thank You sm though omfg!! :')

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you inhale deeply, lightly patting your wound with a washcloth. there really shouldn't be any reason for mindy's voice to be ringing over in your head "be careful with him." she'd told you before you left to go back to your boyfriend's dorm, seeing as your apartment had turned into a crime scene. the drive there had been in complete silence, save for ethan occasionally checking in on you. it's been silent between the two of you since you'd seen him, truthfully.

it's silly, really. to even think about it. especially considering the implications of what it would mean to you. to your relationship. shrugging off whatever ill-intended thoughts that swarm your mind, you glance towards your boyfriend. and yet you can't help the worry and suspicion that settles like a weight in your chest.

ethan must have noticed the way you're staring at him, because the next thing he says takes you by surprise. "why are you looking at me like that?" he asks quietly. "do you think i'm the killer, too?"

you can't prevent the underlying tone of worry in your voice when you finally muster up the courage to reply, you don't even know what you've said until you hear the sound of your own voice ringing back in your ears. "i don't know what to think," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "it's just- it's... you keep disappearing every time something happens. where were you, e? i needed you with me. and you weren't there. i was stabbed- i lost anika. my best friend died infront of me and you weren't there."

ethan's face is a mask of cold anger, though the softness you've been familiar to for the past year still glimmering in his eyes. "i told you angel, i was at econ. and i'm telling you again, i didn't do it. you have to believe me."

"after everything that's happened... after last year with sam- i'm just not sure what to think anymore. with everything that they're saying... i just-" you pause, cutting yourself off. this isn't even a conversation you want to be having right now.

a long beat passes before ethan speaks up. "they? who is they? mindy? anika? tara? i'm so tired of being accused of being the killer. what's to say those bitches aren't the killers themselves? huh?" although he keeps his composure, his tone is laced with venom. you've never heard him talk like this before.

"i just feel like i don't even know who you are anymore." you whisper, letting go of what you had held back from saying a moment before.

"that's a shame," he says, leaning in closer to you. his tone completely different, it's as if something had shifted in him within a few seconds. "because i feel like i know you better than anyone. in fact, i know everything about you. your fears, your desires, your weaknesses...all of it."

"that's...unsettling," you say, pulling away from him.

"oh, come on," a grin spreads over his face, his tone dripping with implication. "don't tell me you don't find it a little bit exciting. the idea that someone knows you so intimately, someone who's willing to do anything to be with you..." he trails off, his eyes darkening. "it's kind of romantic, don't you think?"

"no, it's not," you say, voice shaking. "it's sick. i don't like the way you're talking to me, ethan. you're scaring me."

"am i?" ethan says in a low scoff, barely audible. "you should be scared, sweetheart. you have no idea what i'm capable of."

you can barely register what he's saying. is this some sick twisted game to him? is he being his usual sarcastic self? surely not- not after what you just went through. your mind is drowning in endless vivid images of your boyfriend brutally murdering innocent people, your friends, your loved ones. this is the man who you've spent every sleepless night with for a year now, the man who you've devoted yourself to in every way possible, and in his own words, a man who knows you so intimately- in ways which you don't even know yourself. "what are you going to do?"

"nothing, as long as you behave." a twisted smile spreads across his face as he eyes your wound, his voice so low. "though that says otherwise, hmm?" he laughs. he actually laughs. "believe me, i never meant for it to happen, princess. but you just had to try and protect anika, and i thought you were mindy- god how i wish it had been that bitch. though i figure she got her warning."

you can't speak. it's as if every fiber of your being has shut down. ethan reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, and you let him. you know you should be screaming, shoving him away, running even. but you don't do any of those things. instead, you stare at your boyfriend as he towers over you, accepting the fact that any second now he'd make a move to hurt you. but ethan let's out a soft chuckle when he takes in the expression plastered over your face. "oh my sweet dumb thing. i love you, remember? i'd never hurt you. don't worry, baby. i'd sooner die before i let anything happen to you ever again."

[oncloudten]

but did he love her fr fr😞

he did 💝💝💝💝💝 atleast in the way i wrote him, he would have done anything for her, he betrayed his own family to "keep her safe".

i mean, initially quinn and her father were planning to kill her but ethan offered to do it himself and so he set his plan in motion. even if it meant you'd immediately put the pieces together the second he showed up in that building. hehehe.

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if he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt? part ii.

read part i. here.

ethan landry x fem!reader. scream 6 spoilers cw: nsfw, murder, slight dirty talk, kissing, blood.

"i think... i love him."

mindy shot straight up from anika's lap, arching an eyebrow. "love? his ghostface ass? i thought you two were just hooking up."

quinn chuckles at that, but you're unbothered by your bestfriend's tactics. "we are hooking up. but it's not just that. even before we did. there's something about him that's– i don't know... he stays. he listens. he cares. and when we're together nothing else really matters. i forget who i am for a while and it's like... it feels as if it's just us two. y'know? and i told you to stop calling him that."

"oh wow. so, let me just get this straight. you're settling for the bare minimum? the bar is so low for you right now. you're a prescott. he has ghostface practically tattooed on his head, you're literally like a mouse in a mouse trap." mindy protests, ignoring the last half of what you said.

you shoot her a glare instead of directly using your words and she throws her hands up in defense. "okay, okay. i said i'd be supportive from now on. that doesn't mean i fully trust him. like, i'm pretty sure he's pure evil. something about him doesn't sit right with me. and besides," she playfully nudges you, "who else but to remind you of the rules and guidelines to surviving other than your gorgeous, genius and generous bestfriend?"

"nothing about anyone sits right with you." quinn sighs, flopping next to you onto the bed. "anyways, remember the guy who was over last week? it's like he's obsessed with me or something, literally won't stop texting me. of all the guys i could've hooked up with in the city, i chose the clingy one."

"i mean, you've slept with almost half of the city. and don't go changing the subject, i like you and all that, but you're still placing high on my suspect list, babe." mindy adds.

quinn doesn't try to justify that with a reply, instead she flips her off in response and mindy merely blows her a kiss, and you snicker at their exchange.

"how come i never knew you were a prescott?" anika says all of a sudden.

you hesitate for a bit before replying. "well, i've done a fair job keeping it private, and so has my family. and i mean, anyone would. given the history behind my name. "

"so sidney is your sister?" quinn asks, her tone gleaming with curiousity. "you were at woodsboro last year right?"

you and mindy exchange looks, and she doesn't have to speak for you to know what she wants to say, but she does anyway. "now would be a perfect time to point out that these are the exact type of questions the killer would ask."

as per usual, mindy's claims go ignored. but she knows better than anyone that you would rather talk about anything else, and that's why she said that. so you give her a soft smile as in to tell her you don't mind. "it's fine. yes, sidney is my sister. and as for being in woodsboro last year," you lift up your shirt to reveal a scar on your abdomen. "i was with sid when sam called to tell me tara had been attacked, so i left first thing. i got this at the hospital. after that sid wouldn't let me stay, but then i chose to move to new york with everyone else. and before you ask how sid would be okay with me being all the way over here, i don't want to get into that. all things considered, no matter where i am, it'll always be unsafe. might aswell be with the people i love the most." you shrug. "my sister can't stand to be apart from me though, but she knows i can take care of myself."

"i get where she's coming from. i'd give anything to see my brother again." quinn says softly, glancing down at her hand. you offer her your support by gently taking her hand in yours and squeezing it.

for a moment, you all sit in silence. and when you take in quinn's expression, you realize it would be best to talk about anything else. "i think–" you begin, only to pause when you're interrupted by the sound of your phone receiving several notifications.

"what's up?" mindy asks through a mouthful of candy.

you purse your lips and clear your throat. "it's ethan. he says he's at econ and he won't be able to make it tonight."

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you wake up and you're immediately greeted by a sharp ache in the side of your head. the smell of blood doesn't go unnoticed either, and when you bring your hand up to the area the pain is coming from, the sight of it pulls you back into reality.

for a moment, you had forgotten where you were. why you were there, and what had happened. and then your memory flooded with everything.

chad.

chad was dead, and quinn... quinn was alive.

quinn and ethan killed chad.

they had killed everyone else, too.

ethan.

you're still in the same storage room you had been in with ethan, only he's left you with a possible concussion. was this his sick definition of protecting you? you've barely even processed all of it. the guy you had confided in, offered up your bare heart and body to, and all those times you defended him– only for him to be– you shake your head. you won't yourself drown in your thoughts and sorrows, especially not now. you manage to get up, scanning your surroundings for anything you could possibly defend yourself with if need be. you go through a couple of rusty boxes and find a screwdriver, carefully placing it in your pocket. when you try to open the door, it's locked. you figure as much. you don't let any additional panicking set in, given how old this door is, you're sure you can break it open. and so you brace yourself in hopes of making it in time.

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your presence is unnoticed when you enter the room. you immediately stumbled upon their father on the floor. he was covered in blood and missing an eye, presumably dead.

"let me go sam!" tara yells out in a cry, barely hanging on to sam, who was holding her up all the way from the second floor of the hall.

right below tara was ethan, taunting sam to let tara go, his tone being overriden with excitement. quinn was slowly making her way towards sam with a sinister smile spread across her face, and your mind goes blank at the sight. you didn't realize you had reached for the screwdriver in your pocket and that you were now rushing towards ethan until you yelled, panic and adrenaline overtaking you.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" at the sound of your voice, ethan momentarily freezes, immediately turning towards you.

"i thought you took care of her." quinn snarls at ethan. did she think ethan had agreed to kill you? you knew something had been off about what had happened, ethan had lied to the both of you. but right now, you're only worried about the sight infront of you.

"i did." he says, his gaze completely fixated on you. he's looking at you with such tenderness still, his eyes mirroring the exact softness and comfort that would immediately have you weak– atleast, in any other scenario.

"she seems very fucking alive and breathing to me, e." she curses, pointing her knife at you from above. "when i'm done with this whore you call sam, i'll take care of her myself. you fucking prescott slut-bag. you'll get what your sister should have gotten all those yea–"

"no." ethan cuts in, "she's mine. you get it? mine."

you're too focused on sam and tara to fully tune into their back and forth bickering, and you realized they were too focused on their bickering to pay mind to you. you slowly nod at sam as if to tell her it's okay to let tara go, and to trust you. you know she's thinking the same thing, because she doesn't spare another second before lets tara go. when she finally does, they're too distracted to even notice that she had dropped, ethan particularly still having his gaze fixated upon you.

"you should have stayed in the fucking room, princess." ethan's voice is carefully even and deadly, but his expression is still the same softness you have come to known– and love.

"and what? wait it out as you kill my fucking frie– my fucking family? is your brain leaking?" you spat, gesturing at tara to back off. you'll handle this one on your own.

ethan was slowly stepping towards you. "you wanna go ahead and put that screwdriver down, angel?" he scoffs, his tone underlying with playfulness.

"you take one step closer and you'll end up just like your daddy over there, angel." you mock him, taking steps back until you're met with a surface from behind.

you weren't sure what his next move was going to be, but you sure as hell weren't expecting him to pick his pace up until he's mere inches away from you.

"oh yeah? like you'd even use that on me." his expression now matching the deadliness of his voice. he takes another step closer, to the point where you could feel his breath on your face. "c'mon, go ahead, you fucking slut."

you've completely frozen where you stand, and your mind along with it. you're not even aware of your surroundings, you hear sam and quinn screaming back and forth in the background, but with the way ethan is towering over you with a bloody knife in his hand, it's somewhat dizzying you. you feel your grasp on the situation slip out from between your fingers. it takes real effort to get your thoughts on the right track, reminding yourself this is not actually the man that you were inlove with just the day before.

you swallow hard. "fuck you." you spat, the tension between the two of you silencing the rest of the world.

ethan chuckles, although his expression remains unchanged, his breath still felt on your face. "fuck you."

"i fucking hate you so much. i hate you. i look at you and–" you pause.

"and what? keep fucking going, whore. keep telling me you hate me." his gaze firm on your lips.

"i hate y–"

you're interrupted by ethan crashing your mouths together in a harsh, lustful, biting kiss. and for a second, you don't fight it. you don't push him away. the tension between the two of you had become unbearable, and the familiarity and sweetness of his lips on yours once more drained you from any thoughts or protests as to why it would be wrong.

ethan breaks the kiss to stare at you, your face carrying no particular expression other than pure shock, and lust. "that's what i thought. you love me too much, even after all this."

you clench your jaw and shake your head. whatever was happening, you needed to get ahold of yourself and the situation. "i don't like anything about you." you say coldly, "i don't fucking love you. you're SICK."

"correct me if i'm wrong but," he brings his lips to your ears, whispering. "you liked this and sinking down on it, like the filthy whore you are."

you can't help but widen your eyes when you feel the bulge that's pressing into you, as he's pressed his body up against yours.

before you could shove him away, the sound of a gunshot interrupts the two of you. ethan moves away from you and you both look up to see sam holding quinn up by her hair, a bullet inbetween her eyes.

"looks like you're down another sibling, and a father." she taunts, a playful smile spread across her face. "it's just you now."

this had brought you back to earth. and you realized what had to be done. cause no matter how badly you wanted things to be different, how badly you begged god and his angels for this to be a bad dream you'd unexpectedly wake up from, and especially how badly you were inlove with him– or the version of himself he had presented you with– that you had grown so fond of, the man infront of you was a cold blooded killer. and you know it's for the better. it is what your sister would do, and what she did do all those years ago. you look over at sam, and she gives you a nod that seems more like a "you know what you have to do now."

and so you take ethan being distracted by his dead sister as an opportunity to carefully pick up the knife on the floor, and slit his throat with it.

and that marked the end of that.

[oncloudten]

PLEASE CAN YOU POST PART TWO OF THE STORY

working on it 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 genuinely wasn't expecting all those interactions on my post and didn't even have a second part in mind omg my mind castle came up with that due to the severe ethan brainrot i was suffering from after watching scream 6... BUT I SEE YOUR COMMENTS !!!!! IT'S COMING !!!!!

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if he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt?

ethan landry x fem!reader. scream 6 spoilers. cw: choking, mentions of sex, murder, slight dirty talk.

read part ii. here

"get the fuck off me, you sick fuck!" you managed to get out, barely breathing.

he had you completely fooled. the boy with the puppy dog eyes and the sweetest smile. every horror film has a sweet little dorky cliche virgin, and he chose to embody that role perfectly. ethan landry.

though, the virgin part wouldn't be true. and you have yourself to thank for that.

who would have thought? well, maybe mindy. oh god. she'll kill you for this– if they don't first. if he doesn't.

all those nights you spent with ethan, all those days. everytime you'd tell tara and mindy about him and your massive crush on him, and then eventually the friends-with-benefits thing you had going on, she'd try to offer you her enthusiasm and be the supportive best-friend that she usually is to you, but it would always be followed by heartfelt speeches of her telling you to "be careful" and that she doesn't trust him. she never did like him from the start.

but you weren't worried about mindy right now, you couldn't. not when ethan had such a tight grip around your neck, and your friends were somewhere in this building being chased by his family.

"hmm? i thought you liked it when i did this, princess." ethan smirks, trailing his knife on your cheeks.

asshole. of course he'd say that. because why wouldn't he? he knew everything about you. you had given yourself to him completely– in every way. something so private being used against you– someone so... wicked knowing such intimate and delicate things about you, that no one else does. you can't process anything. "t-that means nothing."

he let go of your neck, but only slightly to stop choking you. he's towering over you, pushing you up against a wall. "didn't seem like that a few nights ago when you were begging for it, you dirty fucking slut."

"fuck you."

"oh, i'd love to. but i got my hands bloody full right now. oh and, been there, done that." he says, proudly. there is something so sinister about his smile. his killer smile. "come on, you sweet dumb thing. lighten up a bit, won't you? you look like you've seen a ghost."

"if you're going to kill me, just fucking do it. why the fuck bring me here? kill me and get it over with." there's no telling what he's going to do. he has you completely isolated from sam and tara. and chad is gone— you found ethan when you were forcibly seperated when ghostface showed up, and it immediately clicked.

"oh no no no no no, you sweet pretty thing. i love sticking things in you, but i would never stick a knife in you. never hurt you. well, i mean, kill you. it's your friends that we're after." he pauses for a bit. "well that wouldn't be right to say either. it is sam and tara that we want," he inches closer to you, "but it just feels so fucking good to kill. so fucking good baby."

"you're sick."

"and you love me. isn't that what you were telling mindy and quinn a few weeks ago? hmm?"

fuck. what are the fucking chances of that wicked witch being his literal fucking sister? "that was before i found out you are the one who is actively trying to kill my best fucking friends, you dimwitted fucking asshole!"

he lets out a low chuckle. "if it makes you feel any better. you're the closest thing i'll ever get to love in this world. i do love you. well, god, did i love fucking you. y'gave me the best sex of my life. but it was more than that."

"stop. just stop. let me go." you beg, "let me go please, ethan. i'll just go- just my friends, my- chad, please."

"i can't do that, angel. my job is to keep you away from them. protect you, even. see, my lovely sister thought it'd be funny to kill you. claims you're just baggage. that it would hurt sam and tara the most because you're practically the closest thing they have to family. but i can't let that happen. so this is the next best thing."

and then all you see is black.

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genshin men and their kinks ii

read part i here — in this post: thoma, kaeya, and zhongli.

thoma

so... alot to unpack here. thoma is the poster boy for the term submissive and breedable, we know this, we love this. but on the other hand... he leans on the soft dom side. like yeah he will submit to you fully yada yada BUT he's in control most of the time. y'know? mostly he just let's you think you're in control, whole time he's pulling the strings.

praise/body worship. yup. tons of sweet stuff of all sorts spilling from his mouth during the whole process. he NEEDS you to know how much you mean to him, how special you are and all that stuff. every single thrust entails an unmatched level of intimacy and praise, he really takes his time to make you feel good. he makes love to you. very vanilla for most of the time. he also really needs reassurance. telling him how good you're making him feel, or just being vocal will do it really.

sex with thoma is all over the place. he's a big fucking switch in both senses. one day he'll submit to you fully, allowing you to literally tie him up to a chair or the bed or just tie him up in general. he loves bondage (bonus for when you tie him up and do a striptease. he thinks of burning the cloth up just to touch you). and then other times he'll have you begging on your knees to feel him. he loves getting you to beg. he loves being needed so when he hears the desperation in your voice, and even sees it... he goes crazy. he gives in almost immediately so it doesn't take long to get what you want.

a good ol' creampie kink. he's crazy about you and filling you up with his cum is one of his favorite things in the world. he'll pull out and watch it drip out of you in awe, and then proceeds to fuck it back into your hole with his fingers. he's just obsessed with the whole process of it and will do it over and over again, to the point where you get overstimulated.

kaeya

oh this man is batshit crazy both in bed and outside of it... if i were to sit here and write about what kinks i think he would have i'd be here for a very long time. he's the type to try everything out, and most likely like everything aswell. even if he thinks he won't like it he will ask you to experiment with him (consentual king) and obviously if it sticks, he'd make sure that it's mutual.

one of the things that turns him on is exhibitionism. but unlike ayato, he would never actually want anyone to see the two of you, and especially not you. he's very possessive and territorial. so you could say it's more of a public sex type of kink. anyways, despite that, the thought of getting caught still does it for him. but for the most of it it's just the fact that people hearing how good he's making you feel just drives him over the edge. (he realized one particular day when you were at the tavern and some random guy was flirting with you right infront of him. kaeya being kaeya, takes you into the storage room and fucks you so hard in a jealous fit that he brings you to tears. he knows he heard, he knows everyone there heard. and he absolutely loves it. people knowing that those moans were because of him makes his dick so fucking hard by just thinking about)

praise praise praise PRAISE!! praise all over. it goes both ways. you telling him how good he feels inside you, how big he is, how no one else could ever fuck you the way he fucks you, and him telling you how tight you are and how good you're being for taking his big cock. also, he'd have so many nicknames for you and he would want you to respond to them. there's just something about you acknowledging that you're his good girl while he's so deep inside you that makes the sex even better for him.

(three in one incoming)... and then there's days when power play comes in and he's in complete control. like he'd have you on his knees for him calling you his needy little slut, teasing you and making you beg. just like he likes it when you respond to him calling you his princess, his good girl, etc... expect him to love when you respond to being called his dirty little cumslut. also he's so incredibly good at dirty talk and it makes you so weak in the knees.

bonus: the aftercare goes crazy with this man. he will carry you to the shower and clean you up, all while showering you with endless kisses and declarations of his undying love for you. (cleaning you up is sort of useless cause everytime you shower together he just can't resist you and ends up fucking you all over again, no matter how tired the two of you are. but hey, you're in the shower right?)

zhongli

fear this broke ass grandpa. please fear him. see now, i'm just a girl writing her silly little headcanons about silly little characters in a game on her blog for the world to see, i'm no prophet. but TRUST ME when i say that this man has the biggest fucking dick, and a sex drive just as big to make up for it. you would think it's quite the opposite for the sex drive bit, but oh boy are you wrong. he's a big fucking dom and always expects you to behave and do whatever he says.

size kink. like i said, he's fucking huge. and you're just so small under him. and he absolutely fucking loves it. his thrusts start off slow and rough, all while pressing down on your stomach to feel himself slowly move inside you.

cockwarming. sometimes he'll be busy with whatever he's busy with at home, mostly paperwork and stuff. and you're just there, so desperate and needy for his attention and his touch, so he finally calls you over to just sit on his dick while he sorts out his business. he occasionally thrusts up into you to get a reaction out of you, but he'll tell you not to move. of course, you don't oblige. then comes in the brat-taming.

okay hear me out on this one... master/daddy kink. very fitting for a man of such power. he will ask you to adress him properly. even stops fucking you sometimes cause you're too dumb from being fucked so hard to reply.

bonus to the last point: let's say for this headcanon you're from mondstadt. and barbatos is your god, who you call to, like any normal citizen. one day, when zhongli is fucking you hard enough to make you stupid, you unthinkingly call out to barbatos. in hearing this, his demeanor completely darkens. he fucks you even harder than he did before, but he slows his pace down. he tells you to say his name. you don't even realize what he's asking you because you do say his name, and he tells you to call him morax. he tells you to never call out to anyone but him ever again, and to only call out to him. something along the lines of: "call out my fucking name. not that drunkard bastard's name. i'm making you feel this good. i'm your fucking god."

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kaeya would be such a good wingman to diluc for real. but in his own twisted way. because he's a menace.

he's very observant. he noticed how diluc seemingly enjoyed your company, and how having you around clearly brought out a side of him he truly thought he'd never see again. he fully connected the dots when he saw him literally smiling at the simplest things you'd do not once, not twice, but more than he could count on his hands. and once he did, that little bastard got to work. of course, he could've just trusted diluc to eventually confess to you... but he knew his brother better than anyone else. plus where would the fun in that be? he decided he'd be the catalyst. like i said, a menace... so over the next few weeks when diluc noticed kaeya getting particularly closer to you and hearing him whispering sweet nothings in your ear loud enough for him to hear, he decided he had to do something about this.

bending you over the bar at the tavern after reaching a point of frustration where he couldn't bring himself to verbally explain why he did not like seeing not only kaeya, but any other man with you was not his initial plan. but hey, atleast everything worked out in the end, and everyone went home satisfied.

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[oncloudten]

could you do another genshin man's kink, possibly with kaeya and zhongli?💕

omg yes 🤞🏼 i'll try to upload the second part with zhongli kaeya thoma and albedo as soon as i'm done with it

[oncloudten]

genshin men and their kinks

in this post: diluc, childe, itto, and ayato.

cw: nsfw! nothing too extreme. notes: i mention boobs in itto's list, but i tried to keep the reader as gn as possible! so no specific mentions of gender aside from that bit. no set pronouns.

diluc

oh boy oh boy... i could make a whole seperate post on this man. so many thoughts being thunk. just putting this out there: he's a very dominant man. mostly in the sense that he just wants to make you feel good and to be in charge of that whole process.

starting off strong, he 100% without a doubt has a breeding kink. just absolutely loves filling you all the way up and thinks nothing will ever compare to the feeling he gets when he slowly pulls out and sees everything for himself.

master/daddy kink. everyone always brings this up but i don't think it's stressed enough... he could come undone just hearing it fall from your lips. (is very embarrassed about it though, and you EAT. IT. UP. he's just so cute)

let's just say one time kaeya overheard the two of you and well... poor diluc. he's been getting teased ever since. the second he heard it, he was coming up with ways to forever taunt him with it—and then that night at the tavern he made sure to emphasize the way he casually dropped master before his name. you both immediately knew, and everyone else at the scene of the crime felt the atmosphere change. especially after taking one look at diluc's terribly flushed face, matching the color of his hair.

and also... he loves pleasuring you. he will genuinely not leave your side until he for sure knows you're just as satisfied or more. sometimes even ignoring his own needs. his vision has most definitely been involved at times to make you feel extra good. also showers you with so so so many praises. he wants you to know you're his everything in every way possible, and he makes sure to get that message across with every thrust and praise you recieve.

bonus: diluc goes crazy with the aftercare. taking showers with him has become a consistent thing in your relationship but it's different after sex. he will run the bath, set the perfect temperature, sometimes even lighting some candles and throwing in some scents and then personally carrying you into it. he'll wash your hair, your back, and then you'd do the same for him. it's just a very intimate process. his most favorite thing is when you wash his hair, he's very vocal during it too lol.

childe

childe is... well, childe. he's genuinely crazy but especially when it comes to sex. his sex drive is just all the way up there. he's also very dominant. loves it when you ride him though. i believe he has the most kinks out of them all and will try almost anything with you, but to name a few:

he's a cute little family man so a breeding kink is high amongst this list. literally dies and comes back to life at the mere thought of filling you up. and he'll do it several times, making sure you get every. last. drop. and then when he pulls out he just fucks it all the way back into you whether it be with his fingers or with his cock. the first time you told him he could cum inside... yeah it was a big fucking day for him. man was having a blast.

he loves edging you. i know childe is genuinely just a softie but he's a big fucking sadist in bed. sex with him is almost always very rough, with tears being involved and all. back to edging you, he's a man who doesn't beat around the bush, but when it comes to this... he just gets off on getting you to beg. and when it finally happens oh man are you in for a BIG one. (literally).

despite all that he's very careful with you and secretly (not really) the biggest romantic little shit ever. you of course have a safe word if things ever get out of hand sometimes. but also he does have a choking kink. very big on involving his hands. one hand will be wrapped around your throat and the other will be used to shove two fingers down your mouth. and you'll take it.

bonus/honorable mention: impact play. plus: childe is also big on aftercare, you end up having another round of sex in the shower because he just can't get enough of you. but he makes sure you're taken care of. he will clean you up and dress you and do anything for you really. all the while showering you with praises of all sorts on how you did so good for him and also kisses. he's a very gentle lover despite being an absolute rough monster and menace in bed.

itto

he's a freak. despite being headcanoned as a virgin, which he most likely is, once it happened he got the hang of it almost immediately. no role set in stone for him as he cares more about the pleasure and just you, but he's on the edge of being a dom. he's a bottom though.

size kink. he's BIG. i don't think i can emphasize that enough. like BIG big. nothing you've ever seen before on any other man. literal monster cock. itto did not know this. well, he knew he was big. he just probably thought everyone else also had a fucking monster cock dangling inbetween their legs... also you're just so SMALL compared to him and he's like ? MIND GOES BLANK. he wants to raw you. also once he's fully in, he just stops for a few seconds before moving and goes "that's all me" "look at how i'm filling you up" loves seeing the outline of his cock forming again and again in your stomach, pushes down on it. big on sex talk too so he will not shut up about it.

as i said he's very keen on sex talk so that leads us to this: his praise kink. goes absolutely feral. just simply tell him you love how he feels around you, how he's filling you up, and boom. we've all seen how he is so he let's this get to his head and you sometimes find him talking about it to his gang. you don't know whether you want to curl up and die or kill him or laugh. tons of "y'know you're doing so good for me, taking all of me so well. so good." on his behalf.

a very territorial man, and that especially applies to you. he loves marking you. letting everyone know you're his and his only. it's very personal to him, so definitely expect bite marks and several hickeys and scratches. he truly believes everyone who sees you wants you, so when i say this, it's almost always in exposed areas.

i feel like his favorite position is doggy style. and he gets off on the fact that he's the one making you feel so good, so he HAS TO see your face when he fucks you. expect to be fucked infront of the mirror alot. he'll occasionally hold up your face to make you look at yourself. "i'm the one doing this to you" "look at you" blah blah.

plus: boobs. he just loves your boobs so much he could cry. he loves everything about your body and he doesn't have a specific preference for anything in general but he is just SO obsessed with handling your boobs man... also putting them in his mouth, marking them, holding them while he's fucking you or while you're riding him... goes bonkers seeing them go up and down while you're fucking him.

ayato

this man isn't even out yet but i'm a delusional individual so i have enough to work with. i like to believe he's a menace. in a very entertaining way. have you guys seen yae's voiceline about him? like omg. it's canon. sly little sexy bastard. definitely a soft dom.

i have a feeling he's into exhibitionism. loves the thrill and possibility of getting caught—being heard. the adrenaline of it all. sometimes he even makes sure everyone hears you, just for the fun of it. and by everyone i mean thoma (when ayato is occasionally home). that poor boy and what he has heard. also when you're done, he WILL fill you up and immediately casually go on with his day. he'll just be chatting up with thoma, while you're in the back filled with his cum. and it's all he can think of. fear him.

orgasm denial. also just for the fun of it. loves it when you get desperate and beg, like he will literally laugh in your face.

oh boy oh boy does he have an authority kink. call him just about anything that puts you in a position where you submit to him and he will fold. trust. he will ask you to address him properly. also loves it when you're a brat.

to follow that up, brat taming. no further words.

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right where you left me.

genre: angst, break up. characters & pairings: diluc x reader, mentions of the fatui. word count: 1,019

warnings: mentions of violence.

you waited.

you waited and waited, for what felt like hours. days. weeks, even. it was unlike diluc to show up late anywhere, let alone to dinner. especially one he had arranged last minute at a location you weren’t exactly… familiar with. you awkwardly shifted in your seat while eagerly checking for any signs of your boyfriends presence. the waiter had come by twice now to see if you wanted to order ahead, and both times you politely told him that he would be arriving any minute now, and that you’d be ordering together. you had no doubt in mind about that.

of course, what you didn’t know then is that there would be no dinner that night. or the next. and the ones that would come after.

more so, any thoughts you had were washed away with relief and unironically, a feeling of warmth you can’t quite fathom when you finally saw him making his way towards you. you didn’t care about the fact that he was late, he was here. nothing else mattered. “i missed you.”

diluc didn’t reply. he kept his head down as he took his seat infront of you. in fact, he showed no emotion at all. or atleast you thought. he seemed… hesitant. distant. did something happen? you weren’t sure if you wanted to pry.

it’s not that he wouldn’t tell you, it’s that he would always tell you what’s on his mind first. always talk to you. you knew everything about him, and whatever more there would be to find out, you’d stick around for. and he, you. so when he looked you in the eyes for the first time that night, you were horrified.

“diluc… is everything alright?”

you couldn’t remember the last time he had had this look in his eyes. you were sure he never even looked this way in general. his face was the embodiment of sorrow. you weren’t sure what to make of it. “what happened? are you okay?”

you noticed his hand placed on the table. was that… dried blood? there were bruises all over his knuckles, and if you weren’t worried before, you sure as hell were worried now. without any thought, you reached to grab his hand, but he quickly pulled it back. “diluc, what is–,”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

you froze. “what are you talking about?”

“us,” he pointed inbetween the two of you. no signs of emotion on his face. “this. i can’t… i can’t be with you anymore.”

you felt like you couldn’t breathe. like you were suffocating. you weren’t sure what to think, let alone say. the second those words had left his mouth, you tried to convince yourself that you were in a nightmare. that this just couldn’t be true.

“diluc i— what? diluc please… i don’t understand.” you didn’t understand. you couldn’t. and you wouldn’t even if the archons paid a visit to enlighten you on his reasonings, because you wouldn’t believe it and you never could. “say something please, anything!”

you didn’t know when you had started crying. the only thing you could make sense of was the fact that you were still in public, and it took everything in you to not get out of your seat and fall to your knees next to him. you kept on begging him to just talk to you, told him everything would be okay, begging him to stay. he did not reply. “just tell me why. luc, please tell me why. what… happened?”

“i just… don’t love you anymore.”

diluc didn’t know how he had managed to maintain the eye contact between the two of you. how he hadn’t gotten up and severed the heads of everyone who had been sitting in this restaurant when the look in your eyes changed from the usual expression of love and comfort he had come to build a home in over the years to what he hoped to never see, and to always prevent. because everyone who was in that restaurant was part of the fatui, and they were all listening. he knew, because they had picked out this place for him, and told him precisely what had to be done.

he didn’t know how it happened. how he had been caught off guard. but when he heard the name and precise location of your mother fall from one of the lips of the fatui who had somehow managed to corner him, nothing else had mattered. so he heard them out. he had long decided he would do anything to keep you safe, even if it meant breaking your heart. diluc knew better than anyone else how capable you were, how you could defend yourself with ease given your excellent combat skills with the addition of your vision, but if he were the cause… he’d be damned. no matter how strong you were, it did not stand a chance against the love he held in his heart for you. he never wanted the pain that would come with loosing a parent to ever be inflicted upon anyone, especially not you.

which is why what he had said to you was far from the truth. if there was one thing diluc was sure about in his life, it was you. how he wants to be by your side forever, to listen to you ramble on and on about things he couldn’t quite grasp the concept of, and more than anything, how much he loved you. but those bastards… they had threatened you and your family. he had to do this. he was presented no other choice. couldn’t think of anything else. he would gladly take on the pain it brought him to look you in the eyes as he told you he didn’t love you anymore if it meant you’d be safe in exchange.

but if there was anything he was more sure of than how he felt for you, is that he’d be sure to kill them all. drain every last one of them and wipe the floors of teyvat with their blood.

hi! :3 i posted this on ao3 so i decided to post it here aswell for fun cause i was bored lol. this is just a little scrappy scrap idea that came to me and i honestly wish i had better writing skills to put forth my #vision and to capture the full angst i meant to deliver but WELL! this is my first work 🍅🍅🍅 anyways here’s the ao3 link:

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