#Ororon x Reader

[elixrr]

dude, he wants you so bad.

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Genshin Men Eating Out Their Darling

Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Capitano, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Kinich, Lyney, Neuvillette, Ororon, Pantalone, Pierro, Sethos, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/ Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli (all separate)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

I decided to do ca. 100-200 words each character to keep it nice and simple:) (some are over 200 tho). This took me longer than expected haha. My requests are open, but read my rules before requesting <3 The translation is at the bottom!

Masterlist

Warnings: NSFW 18+, cunilingus, all sexual acts are consensual, female reader, obsession, possessiveness, some of the yandere tendencies are more subtle than others, future imprisonment, face sitting, jealousy, fingering, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, forced marriage, reader is indifferent to some of the yandere behaviour in some of the parts, translation at the end, power imbalance, THE BLOOD IN CHILDE’S PART IS NOT PERIOD BLOOD, BUT BLOOD FROM SOMEONE HE HAD TO “SETTLE THINGS WITH”

Word count: 4779

Albedo

The unforgiving wind of the icy mountain howled against the treetops. The fireplace was lit given you much needed warmth. It had been 2 months since you had moved up into the cozy cabin high up in the mountain with the famed researcher.

His hand scissored skilfully into your cunt before his tongue joined them. The cold left you quickly as his tongue dove in deeper into your fluttering cunt.

You were glad you had taken upon the offer of the blond haired man and followed him up to Dragonspine. Here you had been happier than ever before and you believed him when he said that others would just do you harm.

Alhaitham

The scribe was a calculated and well composed man. So who would have thought he would lose his composure so easily when it came to you? Your presence was enough to make his seemingly cold manners crack and turn into poorly hidden admiration. Alhaitham did anything he could to keep you as shielded from the outside world as possible.

His muscular arms kept your legs open as he devoured you with uncharacteristic vigour. He sneered like a starved animal as he left mark after mark on your thighs. A guttural sneered left his lips as he dove his face further into the warmth of your cunt. You cooed at him lovingly as shivers of pleasure ran through your body.

Ayato

Ayato had always had his way with words. He had always had the upper hand no matter the circumstances. He was a beautiful man and he reminded you of a siren. His lilac eyes enchanted you to no extent. His touches intoxicating, leaving you wanting more. He was a dangerous man, that much you knew, but it didn’t stop you for seeking him out time after time. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but he loved you, oh so much and he kept you safe.

His bed was soft as and comforting. The doors open and welcoming in the breeze from the sea. The moon was high and clouds covered some of its white body.

The pale blue haired man was busy with burying his face between your legs were he ate you out with precision. His eyes never leaving yours as he showed you what it meant being the wife of the head of the Yashiro Commission. You found yourself melting in his touches and any thought about your parents disappeared without a trace. The smug smirk of the ethereal man was out of your understanding as you lost yourself to pleasure.

Baizhu

The Bubu Pharmacy was empty save from the two of you. The lights were dimmed and the window closed to keep the cold autumn night air out. Candles were lit to give you some much needed light. Baizhu’s trusted companion, the snake that often accompanied him, was in another room far away.

Orange reptile like eyes gazed down on you gently as he moved slowly down your body and to where you wanted him the most. His light touches teasing and making you hunger for more.

He parted your thighs skilfully as he kissed up your slit before he entered your hole with his tongue. The very same tongue which had driven your family and loved ones away with elegantly spun lies and well hidden treats.

Now the only thing you needed was him and his gentle, loving touches.

Capitano

The 1st Harbinger was a big and righteous man. He was stronger than any human that walked the earth and he never broke his word. He had first intimidated you with his size (and he still did at times), but you learned that underneath his helmet was a charming man. His charm was difficult to pinpoint as it was different from most, but it had greatly intrigued you.

His large hands held your legs firmly as they rested in his shoulders. He was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his head buried in your soaking cunt. His helmet was carefully placed on the dresser. Capitano’s long black hair fell against his shoulders as he lapped up your juices. His dark midnight blue eyes stared up at you, making you shiver under their intensity.

“You are so beautiful [Name]” his voice a groan.

You let yourself get lost in the pleasure and you couldn’t care less about the havoc he had caused when a rowdy man had accidentally bumped into you.

Childe

Blood were still coating the ginger strands of the warrior who had you pressed down on his face. The first thing he had demanded when he got home from yet another business trip, was for you to sit on his face. Who were you to deny your husband?

His grip on you were as intense as the rest of the man. His blue eyes were shut in bliss as he ate you out like it was his last meal. And if he had the choice he would die happily between your thighs as he told you at every given moment.

You didn’t last long with that damned tongue of his and before you knew it, you were clutching the headboard for much needed support. Instead of letting you get off, he simply glanced up at you with big eyes full of love and utter devotion.

As he continued to stare, it became obvious of who the blood in his hair belonged to.

Cyno

The white haired Mahamatra had his gazed locked onto your weeping cunt. His calloused hands ran down your sides till they got hold of your hips. His tongue plunged into you like a starved man and drove moan after moan out of you. He had finally managed to convince you to stay at home in his fine house as he would take care off you. Given his mannerism you could tell he was greatly pleased with himself.

His skill full tongue drove you quickly to your climax and you intertwined your hand in his white locks as he licked up your sweet release.

His red eyes looked up at you lovingly as he continued his previous pace. You were in for a long night.

Dainsleif

Blond hair tickled the sensitive skin of the inside of your thighs. The Khaenri'an’s hands were digging into the flesh of your skin as he lapped at your sweet juices. Dain had told you time after time that you were the only person that relived him of the pain that was caused of the curse that was cast upon him. As following he never let you leave him. You had long since learned that the soothing effect you had on his curse was only a tiny tiny fraction as to why he never let you leave his sight.

His groans and your soft moans were echoing through the empty halls of the ruin. The blond man drove his tongue deeper and you felt you were close. You chest heaved up and down in a rapid motion as you tried to calm down form your release.

Cerulean eyes stared up at you with devotion one normally only found in a worshipper of a god. How ironic. Words feel from his mouth which you had no means to understand, yet you felt the meaning through his unrelenting gaze. “Jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, jeg elsker deg, min kjære [Name].”

Diluc

The soft glow of the fireplace warm against your naked skin. The light from the fire lighting up the muscular chest of the redhead that leaned over you. His lips locked against yours in a passionate kiss. Your tongues danced in a seductive tango which made you ache with need between your legs. Diluc hummed as he noticed your thighs pressing together.

With his head between your thighs he worked you closer and closer towards or orgasm. His movements passionate and filled with love. You ran your hair through his red locks. You were truly happy in the arms of the man who loved you more than life itself. You ignored the words of others. So what is he was overprotective and so what is he didn’t want strangers talking to you? He was only trying to protect you.

Dottore

The Doctor was a talented man when it came to the art of intimacy. It was a rather shocking discovery at first, but you was happy he had showed you his ways in the bedroom.

The threat of being imprisoned forever within the walls is his lavish manor hang low over your head like a guillotine. Despite that you couldn’t care less. Not when he was nestled between your legs and lapped at your cunt with such gentleness and love you almost wept. To awaken such emotions within the second Harbinger was a defeat in itself, one which you treasured greatly.

His groans synchronised with your moans in a symphony of love and lust. It made you curious for the future and uneasy for what he had done to your loved ones.

Gorou

The life of a general was busy and dangerous. His days existed of leading battles and giving out orders. So it was only natural he was extremely touch starved when he returned from war and to you.

When you greeted him in the hallway of their cozy home he almost leaped into your arms. You hugged him tightly, glad he wasn’t hurt. He buried his face in the crotch of your neck. “Oh how I have missed you” his voice a whisper.

Pale hands gripped your thighs in a tight grip. Blunt nails digging into your skin. Your hands held onto the headboard with enough strength so you wouldn’t collapse on the man underneath you. His tongue drilled fast and deep into your drenched cunt. He was eating you out like a wild dog. Your every nerves was haywire.

Your breath hitched as Gorou drove you faster and faster to your climax. The brown haired man beneath you muttered chants of “I love you” against your clit over and over again. He had promised you when you pulled you onto the bed that he would never ever leave you again, and judging by his intense look you believed him.

Heizou

Slim fingers ran down your thighs leaving goosebumps in their wake. Dark red hair brushed against your nose. Light green eyes gazed into your eyes with lust and love. Your lips locked in a soft kiss. He tasted sweet like cherries. Your lips pulled apart and you could feel him smirking.

“You have no idea how much I love you, need you” his sensual voice whispered against your lips. He gave you one last deep kiss before he lowered his head down and kissed trails down to where you needed him the most.

You kissed your inner thigh till he reached your sweet cunt. He kissed it once, twice, before he gave it a good lick. You moaned at his moment.

He snickered teasingly as he pushed his tongue inside your spongy walls. He moaned loudly at your taste.

“Archons, you tasted heavenly” he sighed in between licks. His thumb found your clit which he stroked and rubbed skilfully.

You could feel the knot in your lower abdomen getting closer and closer to snapping. Before you knew it you came all over the beautiful face of the man between your thighs.

In your blissful trance you were completely unaware of the documents on his nightstand that read the reports of your future disappearance.

Itto

The horns of the oni was hard and cool underneath your hold. As you rubbed the base the large oni groaned in pleasure. He had you on his face in a tight hold as he ravaged your cunt with such hunger only an oni could posses. As his tongue swirled over your clit in a slow harsh manner, your dread upon seeing him tear the men who had backed you in an alley, in half slowly disappeared.

Your chest heaved as you tightened your hold on his horn which egged him on further. His movements speed up and it didn’t take long before you saw stars. You slumped forwards, but his strong large hands kept you upright.

“I love you so, so much” he murmured against your thigh.

Kaeya

The blue haired captain had without no doubt murdered the annoying tavern patrons in cold blood. Despite that, you felt safe in his arms as he pleasured your cunt with his slivered tongue. His lone eye glanced up at you with a hooded lid which sent a warm jolt down in your cunt.

He was as skilled with his tongue when it came to pleasuring you as he was at whispering you lies that fuelled your dependence on him.

He held you in a tight embrace as you came down form your high. His honeyed voice whisper sweet nothings into your ears and you felt safe in his arms.

Kaveh

Blond locks tickled your thighs as the architect lapped at your cunt. He had been extremely stressed and panicked when he came home to your shared home. He had admitted that he was afraid of someone better coming to whisk you away. You were the only thing that kept him sane. You had stroked his hair reassuringly and told him you would never leave him. Before you both knew it you had ended up in to sofa, with him nestled between your thighs.

You pulled at his soft locks which earned you a grown which reverberated against your cunt. You threw your head back against the cushion. Kaveh had always put your pleasure before his and he had always had a talented for making you feel better than anyone else could.

With a swirl of your clit and thorough the lapping of his wet muscle you came so heard you saw stars. You thought that he must be a gift sent by the gods beyond the sky as he licked up your excessive juices with loud moans.

He leaned over you as he started lovingly into your eyes. “You are never allowed to leave me, ever” he kissed you passionately. His grip on your shoulders was hard as if he was afraid you would run away.

Kazuha

The white haired samurai had always intrigued you. He was a wise man with a connection to nature you could only hope to fully understand. He was so so kind and gentle towards you, yet you had just witnessed him slashing down a group of drunken sailors who had gotten a little too friendly with you. His snowy haired had been stained red as he pulled you into a tight embrace, relived you were okay. You were shaken up by the sight you had just seen before you and he had kissed your face as he had whispered reassuring words. Every word he utters from his pale lips felt like a warm blanket. They always seemed to calm you.

You had helped him wash his hair and as his hair grew more and more white, his desire for you became more and more visible. You had pulled him into a kiss with led to you being laid out on the soft sheepskin rug in the middle of the bathroom.

His tongue wasn’t only good at uttering poetic words, but it was also extremely skilled in the art of pleasure. He ate you out gentle and sensual with his hands gripping your thighs. Every time the started close do to you being so lost in please, he pushed them open firmly. His red eyes held your gaze through the many orgasms he drew out of you. You had now completely forgotten all about the sounds of Kazuha’s katana slashing through the throats of the sailors.

Kinich

The ancient name bearer was a honest man. He believed in getting straight to the point and he rarely kept secrets. Hence why he told you quite early on after he had realised his feelings, what he felt for you. You had been foolish in believing it was just a normal crush and not an endless abyss of love and obsession which had scared his little dragon companion.

You had invited the hazel eyed young man into your home, without knowing that day would be your last day of freedom. After his visited, he would bring you home with him.

You laid spread out onto your bed with the dark haired man planted between your legs. His tongue hungrily ate you out and he swallowed as much slick he possible could. You whispered a soft “I love you” which made him completely lose his composure.

Lyney

White doves, flashy card tricks and well thought out magic performances became a part of your daily life after you accepted Lyney’s love. His feline eyes never left your form and his hand was always near you. He sneered passive aggressive threats at everyone who dared getting close to you. It had starting to get exhausting calming down your possessive lover. Luckily you had come up with a solution.

Burying his head into your cunt had surprisingly calming effects on the magician. He moaned at your sweet taste as his pale lilac eyes fell shut. His tongue was as talented as his fingers and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You had started to wonder if he actually possessed magical powers after he brought you to your fourth orgasm that night.

Unbeknownst to you, was that the cunning magician had purposely lashed out more than normal at the travelling market you two had visited in order to be granted access between your legs. It was a grand feast for him and a pleasurable act for you, so it was a win win for both parties, wouldn’t you agree?

Neuvillette

The dragon had laid you down on the plush bed. Your skin flat against the silk sheets. His hold on you were gentle, but possessive. Despite his perfectly crafted façade he was only a dragon, and dragons did not ever want to share their treasures. Seeing you surrounded by so many who wanted to congratulate you on your marriage shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did. He had clenched his jaw and dragged you upstairs to his private quarters.

His tongue was skilled and held an authority which made you blush. His pale fingers joined his tongue and brought you to a pleasure you knew you would never find with another man. You let yourself lose control of your body and gave your entire being to the awaiting dragon.

Ororon

The dark haired man was a desperate man. He clung to you as if you were his lifeline and for all you knew, maybe you were. His mismatched eyes held an obsession that ran deeper than the well that was outside his home.

He kissed your lower lips sloppily, but with such passion the poets of Mondstadt could never hope to achieve. He whimpered at the sweet taste of you and his kisses deepened. His lips parted from your sweet cunt and shifted to your inner thigh were he sunk his fangs into. You hissed as he sucked a purple hickey onto your sensitive.

“I should mark you up so no one gets any funny ideas about who you belong to” his sweet voice drowning out any other thoughts and filling them all with him.

Pantalone

Ringed fingers stroked the inside of your thighs as the dark haired Harbinger held your thighs. His pretty lips curled up into a smile that made your cheeks redden. He laughed at your embraced appearance. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” he purred as he kissed the inner of your thighs slowly, teasingly.

When his lips finally reached you were you wanted it the most you couldn’t help the small sounds that escaped your lips. The sounds only pushed him further on as he quickly and suddenly plunged his tongue deep inside. He moved his tongue skilfully as one of his hands found your clit which he rubbed gently.

The ring on your finger which symbolised the eternal binding you had to him felt like a part of you as you came undone on the silver tongue of the banker. It was as if your distaste of the marriage had never happened at all.

Pierro

The director of the Harbingers was a cold and collected man, but when it came to you he was different. The coldness thawed and was replaced with a warmth that lulled your senses. His large hands moved in precision that came with the many years he had lived. The marriage he had forced upon you didn’t seem as bad as you laid in the bed of his elegantly decorated bedroom with relics he had collected throughout the years.

His right hand held onto your thigh as the other held onto your and. Your hands intertwined. On of your legs were popped up on his shoulder as his tongue worked inside your tight hole. He was rather quiet save for a few grunt here and there, but it was obvious he enjoyed himself greatly.

As you came you tightened your hold on his hand and he kissed your thigh gently in a sign of his undying love.

Sethos

The tent was cramped, but with a miracle he had made it cozy. Blankets were covering the ground followed by pillows. Sethos was pressed between your thighs as he worshipped your cunt like it was an ancient goddess. His wild locks had fallen down his shoulders and framed his beautiful face. His gemstone like eyes found yours as he continued to please you with his tongue.

You could tell he was relieved to find you unharmed after the encounter with the bandits. You hadn’t dared to ask what he did to them afterwards, but you decided it was best to ignore it. You knew he would never hurt you, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for the bandits that had the misfortune to encounter the clever young man.

Thoma

The blond housekeeper had always been so very gentle and careful when it came to you. It made you wonder if he was scared you would break if he applied a little more pressure. Tonight however was different.

His hands dug into your skin as his tongue worked you up with fast and harsh movements. You couldn’t hold back the soft moans that fell from your lips. You closed your eyes as he ate you out.

His jealousy was evident in his tight hold. He had been seething through his usually calm and friendly expression. He couldn’t stand seeing other men lay their slimy hands on someone who belonged to him. Who knew what they would do to you?

Tighnari

Soft ears flicked as a deep groan sounded from deep within the chest of the forests watcher. His was eating you with carnal desire that had first surprised you. His arms snaked around your waist in a protective manner.

Tighnari had always been extremely overprotective for as long as you had known him. You had after a time, welcomed that side of him after you realised he only meant you well. His company was all you needed and you had started to forget how it was being with your friends.

A groan left his lips as he lapped up your release with a hunger fever. You let your fingers run along his ear which earned you a strangled moan. His hazel eyes gazed up into yours which such love. Why seek freedom when you had the sweetest lover?

Venti

The playful bard was happily lapping at your wet cunt. His fingers gently caressed your skin. His nose pushed against your clit as he angled his head in order to reach deeper into you.

Venti was a firm believer in freedom, and freedom he had given you. It had surprised you at first how a man with so deep feelings for you at the point you could envision him creeping into the cavity of your chest in order to be closer to you, letting you roam freely within the city. He had let you do as you wished, except talking to other men alone. Whenever a male counterpart approached you, his green eyes filled with rage was he stepped in and dragged you away.

Wanderer/ Scaramouche

Cold breath fanned over your lower half as he bent his face down. His beautiful face ethereal in the moonlight as his eyes found yours. Love and desperation swirled in the violets.

He swirled his tongue around your clit which made you gasp. His cold hand intertwined with yours in a gentle, but firm hold. He had always had the need to know where you were at all times and when you weren’t within his reach he became irritable and lashed out at anyone who dared to talk to him. You had long suspected that there was more to him than what he had told you. One thing was sure, his love for you ran deeper than the roots of the giants trees in the rainforest.

He ate you out with such emotion you were taken aback. The usual snarky man was now glossy in the eyes as his eyes raked across your face.

The moonlight cast long shadows over the bedroom as you came. At that very moment you didn’t care about how he didn’t want you to spend time with your friends. For was it really that bad to only be with him? Was it really that bad to be with the man you love?

Wriothesley

Strong hands held your hips in place as his face burrowed into your crotch. A few groans escaped his lips as his tongue works up your slit. His nose against your clit. Your eyes started up into the ceiling as you moaned. The Duke had had a bad day and he had wanted nothing more than to burrow his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours.

It had become an everyday occurrence with him nestled nicely between your thighs. You had long since stopped complaining about not being able to see the sun that hung high above the blue Fontainian waters.

“You are such a good girl, [Name]. Let me take care of you” his chin was glimmering with slick. His tongue swept over his chin in a hum. “You’re gonna be safe here. I’m glad you finally realise such” he kissed your inner thigh before he dove back in. What he said was true. You were going to be happy with him down in the Fortress.

Xiao

Golden predatory eyes held your gaze as the long fingers of the adeptus plugged into your cunt. The slick sounds filling the room accompanied by your uneven breathing. His mouth locked around your clit as he gave it a hard suck which sent shivers down your spine. Xiao was a man of few words, but that didn’t bother you. He had his own ways of showing you his love.

His ravenous tongue accompanied his fingers as he began his feast. The bedroom at his private quarters at the inn was dimly lit. A lone candle was burning on the nightstand. Your gaze wandered to the open window which overlooked the marsh and the land that stretched beyond. You longed for your freedom, but you didn’t want to part from the adeptus you loved so dearly. Maybe one day you two would traverse the world beyond the surrounding land of the inn.

Zhongli

Strong warm hands pinned you down as soft lips kissed down to your cunt. His hauntingly beautiful eyes met yours as he gently bit down onto your skin. His sharp teeth almost breaking the skin, but he parted before it started to hurt. He had time after time showed you he knew both you and your body better than everyone else.

The contract that laid neatly on the dark wooden nightstand was temporarily forgotten as he worked your through your nth orgasm for the night. His long silky brown hair fell over his shoulders as he tipped your head up into a deep kiss. His tongue invited yours to a dance of pleasure and love. He parted with your lips after a moment that felt like an eternity.

“I will make you happy for eternity. Just sign the contract and I will take care of everything else” his deep voice reverberated through his broad chest.

You nodded, oblivious to what would happen to you when you signed your name onto the golden paper. Your faith was in his hands, but he promised he would take care of you. You were his future wife after all.

Translation

Norwegian → English

“Jeg elsker deg” = “I love you”

“Min kjære” = “My dear”

[lavenderchqn]

✧・| oopsy daisy

— mistakes happen to everyone, really. assuming you're dating someone without asking them? that's a big mistake, for sure.

content warnings: they forgor :( idiots in love your honour, marriage talks

𝐈𝐅𝐀

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇

𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍

date of posting — june 11th 2025

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 8 — DOGGY/PRONE BONE

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — scaramouche, ororon, wriothesley, kinich

— warnings. — fem! reader, doggy, hair pulling, rough syx, madly in love with uu

⚝ — SCARAMOUCHE

speaking of your boyfriend, if you were to describe scaramouche it was as if you've looked at rough edges and sharp words— feisty remarks and lustful eyes.

but here, now, he was something else entirely, almost indescribable.

you fall on your stomach as he presses a pillow under your hips to invoke a subtle curve on your back, his cock hurting from wanting to be touched as he clumsily unbuckles his belt to stroke himself in front of you.

to show his impatience, he quickly moved on as his gloved fingers trace over your behind to knead your ass, greedily and nasty, as he leans in to press warm, wet kisses on the back of your neck— eliciting a whimper as his warm breath coats your wet skin, lips brushing the curve where your neck meets your shoulder.

you shiver as you wiggle your ass against his bulge, and he smirks against your skin when you whine at his slowed approach, "sensitive, aren’t you?" his voice turns teasing, "not used to not getting your way, huh?" but there’s something deeper beneath it— something softer, scaramouche loved playing with you, taunting you, until he can vividly feel it in his bones that you need him, desire him truly.

that's when his hands tighten around your waist as he pulls you closer, nosing into your hair and pressing himself inside slowly, breathing you in like he's afraid you’ll disappear if he were to close his eyes. your body tenses up toward the bright, building pleasure in your core as he fucks you in this position, your face messily pushed into your pillow as waves of swells rock your whole body.

his rough thrusts linger between you, and for once, scaramouche has no snarky remark to follow— way too focused in making you feel good and well, relishing in your warm, squishy walls suckling him in oh too well and precise.

yet feel it now, when the warmth of his lips move again, slower this time— like a secret, like a promise, his groans twisting and tweaking one stage with your own, the low whines of pleasure you huff out making him lose his mind.

⚝ — ORORON

ororon refuses to groan and always stops himself of making any noises when he's in you— in fact, the man was a little shy in that regard, his lips reverent as they trail along your shoulder while he arches down to kiss you, pressing his soft lips into every inch of your exposed back.

he adored seeing you in this position, on all fours, your body filthily bouncing back and forth the mattress as his hands find solace in your hips, the smacking of flesh on flesh grounding the silence of the room. he breathes deeply against your skin, exhaling as if your scent alone was something sacred,.

"you calm me, make me feel good," he finally utters, voice hushed, as if he was scared he'd actually groan out loud if he were to speak a little clearer, his tone rough with unspoken lust.

ororon licks his lips, twice, once more when you wince out at a thrust that was quite a bit deeper than usual, on purpose of course— it wasn't easy for him to keep his cool like that, to pretend like he doesn't feel all of those sensations even before he gets a slight grip on your hair and presses you into the mattress.

your muscles convulse at the roughness, his cock stimulating the tastiest corners in your body as your eyes sting, squeezing them shut because like fuck, the smell of sweat and musk between you weighted heavily on your skin and ah,

you wanted to cry, it feels so so good, ororon does.

⚝ — WRIOTHESLEY

here, as wriothesley's lips graze at the curve of your spine, he was anything but restrained, because he knows that you're all his, that everything he's seeing right now, belongs to him and him only.

his hands slide over your waist, thumbs tracing slow circles as he presses a kiss between your shoulder blades— you could see it as some sort of sweet gesture before he fucks your brains out, makes you beg for his cum to fill you up until you're nothing but a fucked out mess underneath his broad body.

the heat of his cock entering you makes you shudder as you exhale deeply, lips parting just ever so slightly as you inhale his scent— a musky perfume being set free alongside the pungency of lust, the burning stretch you felt making you curve your back into a much comfier position.

you bite your lips, eyes rolling back, desperate and wriothesley moves so fucking smug, thrust after thrust after thrust like he never did anything else besides this— and fuck, you cannot get enough of him, so dearly, how his cock was pressed thick and hard against your sweet spots, to have these sensitive spots of yours so occupied and teased, tender to make you needy enough to scream his name.

⚝ — KINICH

the feeling of kinich buried heavily inside of you made your mouth water, not only that but when he decided to circle his arms around your waist from behind, to obviously have you closer and fuck you faster, you swore you saw stars, the threads in your stomach slowly coming off until there was nothing left but raw pleasure building in the pits of you.

he swears he doesn’t rush, when in reality, he does.

the man was just so excited to feel you— it's not like he's ever felt this with somebody else, but for some reason kinich thinks he's addicted to you, it had to be since there was no possible explanation as to why he couldn't stop himself from fucking you over and over, seeing you cum and beg for more, all night long.

his breath ghosts over your ear before his lips press against the crown of your head, then lower, brushing into your hair as he inhales deeply to gather his stamina, his grip tightening slightly, "you smell like home," he whispers, voice thick with something indescribable as his lips find the side of your temple, "you're making me lose my mind— fuck,"

you feel your juices drip down at each thrust back, slick and slippery as he continues to drill his hips into you, his chest rising and falling above you, big deliberate motions making the pressure of his dripping erection against your walls shift constantly. 

you plead with your whole body as he shows you no mercy, settling heavy and powerful above you, cock fucking you thick and blunt over and over and ah, there it was, the slight pain of being stretched out so nicely was suddenly turning numb and changing into something maddeningly hot, but it still felt like it's too much to handle.

yet you loved it.

you feel it, him— how kinich groaned above you, kissed you, kneaded your ass and worshipped the ground you walked on.

this was not just affection, it was clear signs of devotion.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[lvndrdaaze]

Ororon's sleeping pattern borders on being nocturnal; he stays awake throughout the night until the sun is just beginning to rise, keeping himself busy with his plants or whichever book he may be reading at that time, before finally retiring to bed. He thinks it's adorable, the way he finds you bundled up in his blankets, a peaceful look on your resting face. He takes a moment to take it in, to appreciate the image of you in his bed looking so safe and serene, before slipping into the sheets himself.

Ororon likes to slot himself behind you, his legs tucked in behind yours like puzzle pieces made to fit together, and wraps his tattooed arms around your body in a tight embrace. It feels far easier for him to fall asleep like this, with you held close to his chest and his face buried in your hair to block out any light, and he swears he sleeps better than he ever has like that.

Since he sleeps so late, he's also a late riser. A part of Ororon's mind regrets it as he hates waking to find you already missing from his bed, but there's very little he can do about it. In the late morning, Ororon will stumble from his bed, still rubbing the remaining sleep from his eyes as he looks for you. When he finds you, he'll cling onto you in whatever position he finds you; pressing himself to your back when you're standing, or laying against your chest if he finds you on the sofa. His arms are deceptively slender for how strong they are as he holds onto you, keeping you in place for as long as he decides; the soft hum of satisfaction he lets out when he gets to prolong his sleepy cuddles in the morning is so sweet, you hardly even care that he's keeping you from your work.

a/n: he's sooooo agskfhajskdhsjskks skrungly little emo guy <3 <3 <3

Feel free to request more NSFW/SFW alphabet headcanons! More info in my pinned post ^-^

[shalscumbunny]

Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, female reader, vaginal sex

His eyes are shining with happiness, his body is shaking and trembling, yet…

He's happy~

The tip of his cock hit exactly where it should and for the first time… you came on his cock.

That means… you like it? You like what you are doing! You're enjoying it even as you tearfully beg for him to stop!

He took your tearful face in his hands, caressing your cheeks sweetly with the tips of his fingers.

He's just desperate for your love, needy for your acceptance and now that he's deeply inserted inside you while your teary eyes are clouded with pleasure, he can't help but feel like he's in heaven… you're his heaven, his glory, his everything.

"You look… so beautiful when you cum…" He gasps, kissing your cheeks softly and wetly.

You whimper when he lets go of your face and his fingers aggressively dig into your hips.

It was really just a matter of seconds before he resumed his thrusts on that sweet, rubbery spot making you see stars.

"I love you… fuck… I love you so much" He whimpers, nibbling on your earlobe "You don't need anyone else, I promise you'll only need me… I'll make you feel so good…!"

HxH: KURAPIKA, Shalnark

LADS: Caleb

BNHA: Shigaraki Tomura

Genshin Impact: Xiao, Tartaglia, Ororom

Naruto: OBITO UCHIHA, Nagato

SNK: Porco Galliard, Zeke Jaeger

[literaturemeetsreality]

The “kick his ass, baby, I got yo flower” meme but it’s Natlan and you’re passing your baby saurian companion to your guy

Y/N: *hears people talking shit*

Y/N: what tf did you just say?? Hold my saurian

Genshin fave: Kick his ass, baby. I got yo saurian

And the baby saurian is looking up at him like:

While it’s owner goes off to smack some sense into people

[regardtheinnocent]

Ororon x male reader who is delighted with his little ears and wings?? This emo boy is too cute, and what if reader abuses his cute features during sex.I am sure that he will blush a lot from such attention! I love him too much. 😔

Contains: Dom!GN!Reader, Sub!Ororon, Lots of position changing 😅, Teasing (character receiving), Penetration (character receiving), reader has a cock/strap on, Ororon being a cutie pie, safeword exists but isn't referenced *note: I love him too, I fear that I'm a sucker for emo & bat characters haha.

Your hands drift to fondle Ororon's soft ears as they often do. You gently press your thumb, pointer and middle fingers together and begin rubbing them, finding it amusing that the poor farmer instantly quieted down.

"These ears of your's are sooo soft, love. I could pet them all day." You hum to him, choosing to ignore the current predicament that you were both in.

What was said predicament?

Well, you were buried deep in the poor thing, much too deep— he might add. You had him all sprawled out on your bed, his marked up and shaking thighs thrown over your shoulders.

Ororon swore his eyes rolled back slightly when you leaned forward to get a better angle to touch his ears. The sudden shift in movement made you press so much deeper, your tip felt like it was bullying his prostate at this point.

A weak squeal left the man's lips he tried his very best to shy away from your touch.

Not that you let him, of course.

No, you just had to move one of your hands down to his waist and hold him still. Fuck, Ororon was seeing stars.

"Mm.. God, pl—please [Name], you don't need to touch— Ah! them.." The farmer slurred back as he tried to keep his eyes open as best he could.

"Too deep— hngh ugh.." Ororon whined as you moved yet again. It was cute that the little bat was acting so shy all of a sudden.

Though, Ororon's wings flapped uselessly at his sides, prompting you to move your hand from his waist to hold onto one of them.

Gently, naturally. You didn't want to hurt him, after all.

"Its so hard not to though, sweetheart. And these wings that are fluttering around are just too tempting.." You reply as a slight smirk adorns your lips.

Ororon just shakes his head as he attempts at keeping his embarrassingly needy moans at bay. Which he fails at.

Then, you begin to move your hips again. You pull out halfway before pushing back in, watching as your baby goes cross eyed in an instant.

"You've been too chatty, angel. I must not be doing my job good enough, hmm?" You tease as Ororon manages to weakly kick at your back with his heels.

It was involuntary, really. He was just too stimulated and didn't know what to do.

When you left his ears alone for a moment, the farmer breathed a sigh of relief— only for said breath to turn into a squeal when you take his legs in your hands and fold him in half.

Though, once you've got him bent nicely, you only bother to use a single hand to hold both of his calves together.

You were doing an amazing job at bullying the poor thing with your body, watching him fall apart as you grabbed one of his wings.

"Nooo— Hnghh- ah! S'too muchh..." Ororon slurs out in a whiny voice as his mind melted more and more.

You gave his bat wing a gentle tug in response. You, of course, make sure not to be too rough when doing so.

Though, it was rough enough for the farmer to arch his back as cum shot out of his cock without warning. He let out his loudest squeal yet, which was really quite embarrassing in pitch.

Oh... his face is so pretty when he comes. It always is.

You paused for a moment, before a nice smile spread across your face. You weren't done with Ororon yet, not when you'd just made him finish from a wing tug. Oh no no no.

Instead, you flip him on his tummy for easier access to his pretty wings.

"Whu— [Name]-! I just caAAH—" You interrupt your darling mid sentence by promptly gripping both of his wings by the base and using them for leverage to fuck back into his hole.

All poor Ororon can do is claw and grab at the pillows and sheets in a desperate but vain attempt to ground himself.

You snap your hips forward over and over again as you feel your lover tighten around you. Its like he wants to keep you inside, how adorable.

Ororon can feel the burn of overstimulation settling in quite quickly, after all you're fucking him like an animal.

Though, he can only sob into the pillows as he feels the coil in his tummy tighten again, getting ready to snap again.

"Ple— Please!" Ororon all but begs as his cock rubs against the sheets, giving him more feelings that he can't handle.

"You can cum again, can't you, baby? Yeah.. you can do it." You coo back in a jarringly soothing voice, one that made the poor thing want to relax despite everything.

So he simply nods into the pillows as you continue plowing him from behind, and eventually, he shoots another load right against the previously soiled sheets.

"Goodd boy..." You groan as you tug on his wings, getting him to let out a few more spirts of cum before finally letting him rest.

You pull out slowly and your hands switch to tenderly rubbing over the bases of the farmer's wings, easing the soreness that would likely form in the coming hours.

"You did so good for me." You murmur and Ororon responds with a weak purr.

[i6nv]

heyyy do u write for gn!reader? could i request some fluff or hurt + comfort for ororon? good luck w da new blog :333

yes i do write gn reader kyaaah thank you

out in the garden. ororon

content : fluff, gender neutral reader, silly ororon

an : ive never written ororon dont kill me haha i love you anon, and i give ororon a tail whenever i draw him so like yeaa also sorry that its short i had no idea what to do this is my first time writing anything but pure freak☹️

the wind blows through ororons hair, his hood flying away from his head. he sighs, upset by the raging wind— the moonlight shines down on him as he checks on his cabbage, the radish, the sleeping bugs.

you clear your throat, "quite windy, isnt it?" smiling at him with exaustion visible on your face. ororon mumbles "you should be asleep right now, its late" turning around to see your smiling face, his hair blowing in the wind. he cant help but crack a small smile, "... you arent here for me, are you?" he asks, and you nod your head, replying enthusiastically. "yup, all for my little ororon, hehe" you chuckle, he does too.

he looks away nervously, "so.. do you wanna, help me with the plants...?" ororon asks, nibbling at his nails with sharp teeth. you yawn, shrugging your shoulders, "i cant sleep either, so why not?"

you can see his face start to flush, and he stares at you with shiny eyes and an even wider, more awkward smile. "really?" he asks again, "will you really help me?" his wings twitch and sway expectantly. and you nod, grabbing his hand and looking up into his tired eyes, "mhm, ill stay with you until we can both sleep." you smile, standing on the tips of your toes to land a peck on his cheek— it only reaches his chin, but thats okay.

ororon begins to stutter, backing away slowly and turning away. "lets— yeah, i mean, the.. — the thing.. the plants...!" he sighs, covering his face in embarassment, his shoulders slumping as he bends down, knees slowly being contaminated by the wet grass, you follow in suit, giggling like a little school kid who went and asked out their crush. "ororon?" you pause, rubbing circles into his back with one hand as the other begins to pat at the dirt and poke holes for new seeds. "yes..?" he gulps air nervously, plucking unwanted bugs fron his crops and settibg them aside. "i like you, yknow that?"

his head flies to you, and you swear his neck hurt like hell after. "huh?" he breathes, tiny tail wagging slowly. "me?"

"yes, you, ororon, i like you— we're dating." you remind him, cocking your head to the side in faux confusion. "w..we are dating.." ororon blinks once, and again until it finally sets in and he begins to laugh silently, a huge smile plastered on his face. "i like you too, yn" he replies sheepishly. "but we still have to take care of these plants, and freshen up the weeds.." he trails off, continuing a different subject after his stupid, short and sudden confession, and now its your turn to stumble. you slap his arm playfully, grumbling about how hes so smooth with it.

he chuckles, picking a tomato from its stem. " even though i dont like to hurt my vegetables— or you! ill throw it at you, and we can have a veggie war." ororon spoke, in a joking manner he pretended to throw it at you, and you playfully stage a strike and fall onto your back.

the moon seems to shine brighter underneath the laughter of you two, and seems to blaze as his lips meet yours in the garden.

RIGHT INFRONT OF MY SALAD.

[mya-valentine]

Hi! it's me again! I'd like to request a few genshin men/boys and most of them are my favs like at least like 14 of them😂 fluff please

I wanted to request a Diluc, Razor (it's fine if you don't do him, but I'm pretty sure he's at least 16 or 17) Xiao, Wanderer, Cyno, Al Haitham, Neuvillete, Kinich, Ororon (there's lack of Ororon love) and Dainsleif. I wanted the headcannon to be like:

their friends asking fem!reader: What do you see in him?

reader: he makes me laugh

i wanted to see this kind of headcannon for so long (i hope it's okay if i can request this much character😅)

Headcanon: He Makes Me Laugh

Diluc

At a cozy café in Mondstadt, you and your friends sit around a small table, sharing stories over steaming cups of tea. One of your friends leans in, eyebrows raised. “Diluc? Really? What do you see in him?”

You take a moment to think, a smile creeping onto your face. “He makes me laugh,” you finally reply.

Your friends exchange skeptical glances. “Diluc? The serious, brooding one? How does that even work?”

You lean back in your chair, recalling a recent night at the tavern. Diluc had been tending bar when a customer made a ridiculous drink request. With a straight face, he had leaned over to you and said, “If I serve one more ‘secret drink’ request, I might just invent a potion to erase memories of it.”

You burst into laughter, and he shot you a quick, playful smirk, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. The moment had felt electric, a fleeting glimpse of the softer side he rarely showed anyone else.

As you reminisce, you can’t help but grin, feeling warmth in your chest. “He’s got this dry wit that surprises me. You just have to know where to look.”

One friend rolls her eyes. “Okay, I can see it. But how do you get him to show it?”

You shrug playfully. “Maybe he just needs someone to break through the brooding exterior.”

Diluc, standing nearby, overhears your laughter and smirks, catching your eye with a knowing look, as if he appreciates the affection behind your words.

Razor

Your friends are gathered in your room, sprawled on the floor as you all catch up. Suddenly, one of them narrows their eyes and asks, “You’re with Razor? What do you even talk about?”

You can’t help but giggle at the question. “Oh, you have no idea. He makes me laugh!”

Your friends exchange confused looks. “Razor? The one who spends all his time with wolves?”

You nod, recalling a beautiful morning walk you took with him through Wolvendom. “The other day, we were watching the sunrise. He looked at it, wide-eyed, and said, ‘Looks like egg yolk spilled.’ And then he asked, ‘Why do people say ‘crack of dawn’? Dawn don’t break…’”

Your friends burst into laughter, imagining Razor’s serious face juxtaposed with his innocent, childlike observations.

“He’s not trying to be funny, but he has this way of looking at the world that’s just… refreshing,” you explain, a soft smile on your lips as you think about him.

One friend grins, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I guess if you’re into that… unique perspective.”

Razor, who has been listening from the doorway, looks a bit confused but intrigued. “I like egg yolk. It is good food,” he adds earnestly, causing another round of laughter.

Xiao

In a quiet corner of Liyue Harbor, your friends sit across from you, disbelief painted on their faces. “Xiao?” one asks, incredulous. “But he’s so… intense and brooding! What do you see in him?”

You chuckle, leaning back in your chair. “He makes me laugh,” you respond, shaking your head at their expressions.

Your friends exchange skeptical glances, clearly struggling to understand how someone as serious as Xiao could ever be funny. “Seriously?” one of them challenges. “How?”

You remember a day when you and Xiao were training together on the mountain. As you stumbled over a loose rock, he caught you just in time, and without missing a beat, he said, “Are mortals always this clumsy?”

You had burst out laughing at his deadpan delivery, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “He doesn’t mean to be funny, but his honesty is refreshing,” you explain, smiling at the memory.

Your friends nod, starting to see your point. “Okay, I can see how that would be amusing.”

Just then, Xiao approaches, overhearing the conversation. He raises an eyebrow. “You laugh a lot around me. Is that good?”

You grin, meeting his gaze. “Absolutely! It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Xiao looks slightly flustered but turns away, a hint of a smile breaking through his usual stoicism.

Wanderer

Strolling through a quiet clearing with your friends, one of them shoots you a concerned glance. “So… Wanderer? The same guy who’s known for his prickly attitude? What exactly do you see in him?”

You smirk, already used to the question. “He makes me laugh,” you say simply.

They look skeptical, one raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same guy?”

You nod, smiling at the memory of a recent encounter. Wanderer had once muttered something about the “absurdity” of people who thought they knew everything about him. He’d followed it up with, “Honestly, they know less about me than that rock does about erosion.” He’d pointed at a boulder, then turned to you, daring you to laugh. But you couldn’t help it—you cracked up, and he’d rolled his eyes, but with the faintest hint of a smile himself.

Your friends seem taken aback. “Wait, Wanderer said that?”

Just then, Wanderer appears, crossing his arms as he approaches. “Are you sharing my profound observations with these mortals?” he asks, feigning annoyance, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he glances at you.

You grin, meeting his gaze. “I can’t help it. You’re just so funny.”

He scoffs, muttering something about “annoying people,” but the faintest smile betrays him, earning a knowing look from your friends.

Cyno

After a long day, you and your friends gather at a cozy teahouse. One of them finally leans in with a curious look. “Cyno, though? Isn’t he a little… intense? What do you see in him?”

A grin spreads across your face as you think of Cyno’s well-meaning, if occasionally dreadful, sense of humor. “He makes me laugh.”

Your friends look surprised, clearly doubtful. “Cyno? Are you sure? He’s the General Mahamatra!”

You laugh at their disbelief. “Yes, that Cyno. Once, he tried to tell me a ‘joke’ about Teyvat’s elemental reactions. ‘Did you know Pyro and Hydro make steam…y results?’” You can’t help but laugh at the memory, and your friends blink at you, processing.

Then one snickers, and another gives in. “Okay, that’s actually—unintentionally funny.”

As if summoned, Cyno appears at the table. “Did I hear mention of… humor?” he asks with utmost seriousness, casting a proud look your way. “I have another one. What did the dendro traveler say to the withering zone?”

You grin knowingly, but your friends glance at each other nervously. “What?” they ask in unison.

“‘Leave it to me,’” Cyno deadpans, straight-faced. You burst out laughing, your friends struggling to hold back their smiles. Cyno raises an eyebrow, satisfied. “See? I told you humor is a valuable asset.”

Alhaitham

Gathered at the Sumeru Library, your friends can’t hide their disbelief. “Alhaitham? What do you even see in him?” one of them exclaims, shaking her head.

You grin, leaning back in your chair. “He makes me laugh.”

“Really? The stoic scholar?” they ask, bewildered.

You reminisce about a quiet evening when you found him deeply engrossed in a book. You had asked, “What’s so interesting?” He glanced up and replied, “The existential dread of characters in fiction is quite entertaining. They can’t even do anything about it.”

His deadpan delivery made you laugh, and he’d raised an eyebrow, confused by your reaction. “You find that funny?” he’d asked, genuinely perplexed, which only made you laugh harder.

Your friends start to nod, clearly amused. “Okay, maybe he has a point there.”

Alhaitham, overhearing your laughter, approaches with an amused glint in his eye. “I see you’re discussing literature. Should I be concerned?”

You shake your head, smiling. “Only if you’re worried about being funny.”

He smirks, unfazed. “Then I have nothing to worry about.”

Neuvillete

In the refined atmosphere of Fontaine’s opera house, your friends question your attachment to Neuvillette, the reserved Chief Justice. “So, what do you see in him?” one friend asks, an eyebrow raised. “Neuvillette’s so… solemn. He barely smiles.”

You chuckle, casting a glance at the grand stage. “But that’s the thing. He makes me laugh when I least expect it.”

Your friends exchange looks, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Neuvillette?”

You nod, remembering a moment from an evening much like this one. Neuvillette had been watching an opera, his typical composed expression in place, when he leaned over and whispered, “I find it curious that, despite its grandeur, this aria is about a fish lamenting her lost pond. Dramatic, isn’t it?” His understated humor and subtle wit had made you stifle a laugh, though he looked pleased with your reaction.

One friend’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wait, he actually jokes? In his own way?”

At that moment, Neuvillette arrives, having overheard the conversation. “I merely observe the world as it is,” he says with a faint, almost invisible smile. “I trust I’ve provided adequate amusement?”

You smile up at him warmly, while your friends look at each other, slowly starting to see his appeal. “Yes,” you reply, reaching for his hand. “You certainly have.”

Kinich

As you and your friends stroll through the bustling markets, one of them nudges you, raising an eyebrow. “So… Kinich? He’s got that cold, intense vibe. What do you see in him?”

You chuckle, picturing the man who, beneath his pragmatic exterior, occasionally revealed a dry, clever humor that caught you off guard. “He makes me laugh,” you reply, smiling.

Your friends blink, visibly unconvinced. “Kinich? The Kinich? The guy who talks like every word is a business contract?”

“Trust me, he’s funnier than you think.” You recall a time when you had teased him about always being so serious. He had given you a mock-stern look and said, “Seriousness is simply efficiency applied to communication. If I were to, say, laugh needlessly, it would be inefficient—unless, of course, you think I’m funny?” His tone had been deadpan, but you had caught the sparkle in his eyes, which only made you laugh harder.

One of your friends scoffs, half amused, half disbelieving. “He’s secretly funny? Now that I have to see.”

Just then, Kinich appears, drawn by the sound of laughter. He stands with his usual composed expression, his gaze steady as he glances at you. “Am I interrupting?” he asks, though his eyes linger on yours with a warmth your friends would never guess at.

“Not at all,” you reply, a mischievous smile on your lips. “We were just talking about how funny you are.”

A single brow arches, and he replies smoothly, “If efficiency in humor is what amuses you, then I suppose I’ve succeeded.”

Your friends stare, open-mouthed, as he gives a faint smile, the smallest show of his affection reserved just for you.

Ororon

Gathered in a quiet grove just outside the bustling village, your friends share stories, each of them glancing at you with barely concealed curiosity. Finally, one of them speaks up. “Ororon? Really? He’s so… unconventional. What do you see in him?”

You smile, looking down at the wildflowers in your hand. “He makes me laugh.”

They seem taken aback, sharing doubtful glances. “Ororon? But he’s so… odd. He even lives out in the woods by himself. Isn’t he a little too eccentric?”

You laugh softly, thinking of all the moments Ororon’s uniqueness had brightened your days. “Maybe. But he’s more observant than anyone I know.” You recount a day spent walking with him through the forest, where he had pointed out a bird with feathers the color of storm clouds and said, with absolute conviction, “Look at him, he’s judging us. Clearly, he’s unimpressed with our lack of feathers.” You’d laughed, and he had given you a small, playful smile.

One friend smirks, shaking their head. “You actually find him funny?”

Before you can answer, Ororon appears, emerging from the trees with his usual easygoing stride. “Are we discussing birds?” he asks, his expression calm as he settles beside you. “I could have sworn I saw a bird earlier that looked particularly snobbish. Perhaps it’s you it dislikes.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand as your friends chuckle, finally starting to understand his strange charm. “Exactly,” you say, giving his hand a squeeze.

Ororon gives a satisfied hum, his eyes meeting yours. “See? Nature understands us well.” And in that moment, your friends see how the quiet humor of this eccentric man makes him so dear to you.

Sitting on a rooftop overlooking the stars, your friends are still trying to wrap their heads around your choice. “Dainsleif? Really? What do you see in him?” one asks skeptically.

Dainsleif

You smile softly, reflecting on your experiences. “He makes me laugh.”

Your friends look puzzled. “But he’s so serious and mysterious!”

You recall a late night when you were stargazing together. He had shared tales of his travels and then abruptly said, “In the end, I find that stars are just like people. Some are bright, some are dim, and some are just… lost.” Then, after a pause, he added with a straight face, “But at least they all shine, even if it’s just for a moment.”

You had burst into laughter at his unexpected metaphor, and he’d turned to you, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he asked, “Is that amusing?”

You nod, a warm smile on your face. “Yes! It’s all about perspective with you.”

Your friends nod, starting to see the appeal. “Okay, that’s a bit poetic.”

Dainsleif, overhearing the conversation, walks over with an amused look. “If my musings provide amusement, then perhaps I should share more.”

You grin. “Please do! We could all use a little more humor.”

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Masterlist

[arisewanekosuki]

So who is the lucky guy to get a kiss from you? 😘

[genshinluvr]

A Day with The Captain (and Others)

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Capitano x Isekai'd!Reader, Ifa x Isekai'd!Reader, Ororon x Isekai'd!Reader, Kinich x Isekai'd!Reader, Dainsleif x Isekai'd!Reader, Kaveh x Isekai'd!Reader, slight Mavuika x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You and Capitano journey into Natlan for his Fatui business, but you injure yourself in the process (clumsy you). During your trip to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, you and Capitano meet familiar faces.

Note: Hiiiii, sorry for not posting in so long TT_TT I have been really busy and 2025 was not nice to me at all. I have decided to get rid of my posting schedule because it puts a lot of pressure on me, and I want to be able to post a fanfic when I'm satisfied with the outcomes. I'm going to try to post more fanfics, but the posting schedule will be different every time. If you want to be notified when I post (aside from turning on my blog notifications), I will alert everyone in my Discord server that I have linked at the very bottom of this post. I never realized how Capitano-centered this fic was until I completed it. Anyway, I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr), Ko-Fi (also Genshinluvr/Aaliah_exo), and AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None that I know of, aside from bad writing after not writing anything in months. Maybe the mischaracterization of the Natlan men.

Word Count: 6.2k

“You didn’t have to carry me, you know?” You murmur as you rest your chin on Capitano’s shoulders, letting the Harbinger carry you on his back.

Capitano chuckles, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t have to carry you if you hadn’t tripped on a rock and twisted your ankle,” Capitano retorts. “I knew you were clumsy, but not this clumsy.”

Your face heats up at Capitano’s comment, causing you to bury your face into his neck. Capitano’s shoulders bounce as he softly laughs. You tighten your legs around his waist as Capitano adjusts you on his back before proceeding to make his way toward the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. While the other men are tending to their duties (work and other pressing matters), you and Capitano are in Natlan. Capitano has some pressing Fatui matters to tend to in Natlan, but you wanted to tag along with the Harbinger because you never really spend time with him alone. Then again, you’re usually not able to spend some alone time with any man because of how possessive some men can get. 

“We should get you medical attention as soon as possible. Your ankle is swelling up,” Capitano mutters, breaking you out of your daydream.

You blink and shake your head. “I may have twisted my ankle, but it’s not that bad!” You protest, wiggling your ankle to prove to Capitano that you’re okay. 

However, in doing so, sharp pain shoots up your legs, causing you to wince. Capitano stares at you, not saying a word. 

You look away, heat creeping up your neck. “I twisted my ankle a few minutes ago, Capitano. Of course, it’s going to hurt.”

Even though Capitano has his helmet on, you can tell that he rolled his eyes at your poor excuse. Sometimes, you forget how protective Capitano is when it comes to you. Heck, the others are just as protective, but Capitano’s level of protectiveness is on another level. Wait… is it protectiveness or possessiveness? The two go hand-in-hand when it comes to the men you hold near and dear to your heart. 

Capitano proceeds to give you a piggyback ride to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, not caring about the strange looks people give the both of you as you two walk past them. The fur on Capitano’s cloak makes it nearly impossible to wrap your arms around his neck due to how puffy it is. 

“What’s on your mind?” Capitano asks, tilting his head back to look at you.

You adjust your arms around his neck, shaking your head. “Nothing. I’m wondering if we’ll run into Kinich and Ororon while we’re in Natlan, that’s all,” you lie. 

Capitano grunts in response, stopping in his tracks. “Why? Do you not want to spend some alone time with me?” Capitano asks.

You can’t tell if he’s joking or if he’s being serious. “Huh? What makes you say that?!” You exclaim, unwrapping your legs around Capitano’s waist. “Put me down.” You mumble, tapping on Capitano’s biceps.

The black-haired Harbinger hesitantly places you down on the ground, making sure you don’t hurt yourself in the process. You look down to see Capitano with his arm around your waist, refusing to let you stand on both your feet; you raise an eyebrow at Capitano while he continues to stare at you without saying a word. 

You waddle closer to Capitano, cupping his face (helmet?) in your hands. “Why are you pouty when I mentioned running into Kinich and Ororon in Natlan? We’re in their nation! It’s very likely we’ll run into them or Mualani and Kachina.” You said, staring up at the Harbinger. 

You can almost hear Capitano roll his eyes as he places his unoccupied hand over yours. “I’m not pouty. Am I not allowed to want to spend some alone time with you without someone interfering?” Capitano mutters, pressing his forehead against yours.

You gulp, slowly turning your head, but Capitano grabs you by the chin and forces your head to remain in place. Capitano stares into your eyes, waiting for your response. The longer you two look into each other’s eyes— well, you’re staring into complete darkness because of his helmet— the more your face becomes warmer. 

You pat Capitano’s head, smiling at the Harbinger. “I didn’t think someone of your caliber would feel and act this way when it comes to little ol’ me,” you murmur. “This side of you is very cute and endearing. I want to see it more, Capitano.”

Archons, you’re fighting the urge to squeeze Capitano. No matter how tall or short you are, the Captain towers over you. 

Capitano chuckles and pats your head. “Only you are allowed to see this side of me. No one else but you.” Capitano then proceeds to lift you and carry your bridal style, continuing the trek to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. 

The once peaceful atmosphere between you and Capitano is soon interrupted by a familiar voice. “Aw, the Captain and the weasel are having a sweet and intimate moment! How disgusting!”

Capitano stops in his tracks and turns around, seeing Kinich, Ajaw, and Ororon approach the both of you. You can almost see Capitano visibly deflate at the mere sight of Kinich and Ororon. You give him a comforting pat on the shoulders, watching the two Natlanteans approach you and Capitano. 

Ororon nods to Capitano before turning to you, smiling. “[Y/N], it’s good to see you in Natlan. What brings you here?”

You smile at Ororon and rest your head on Capitano’s shoulders. “Oh, you know, just spending time with Capitano! We never really got to spend some time together outside of the abode. Capitano has some things to do, but I decided to tag along because I didn’t want to be alone,” you reply.

“Are you sure that’s the actual reason? Or is it because you have a fear of abandonment? You’re dating more than one person; someone is bound to leave at one point because they get bored with you.” Ajaw cackles.

If you had dog ears, it would’ve been flat on your head after hearing Ajaw’s comment. Kinich pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing and shaking his head. The atmosphere suddenly changes, almost like the warm air of Natlan plummets to near-freezing temperatures. You peek at Capitano from the corner of your eyes; if you look closely and squint hard enough, you will see a dark aura surrounding the Harbinger. Maybe murderous is a better word for it. 

You turn to look at Capitano, pointing at the tiny, floating menace that is Ajaw. “Can you give me permission to strangle this little shit?” You ask.

Kinich sighs. “I wouldn’t recommend doing that, but I’ll handle it myself. You have nothing to worry about,” Kinich says. 

You cross your arms over your chest and huff, sticking your nose up in the air. Capitano walks away, kissing the top of your head. You lean into Capitano’s arms, thinking about what Ajaw said. How in the world does Ajaw know that you have a fear of abandonment? Are you that easy to read? You’re so deep in your thoughts that you don’t realize that you and Capitano have arrived at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. The stadium is as lively as ever, with a bustling crowd and children running around, laughing and screaming. 

Capitano helps you sit on one of the seats, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I would advise you not to listen to the creature. He’s merely trying to get a reaction out of you for entertainment,” Capitano says gruffly, kneeling before you and reaching for your injured foot.

“Ajaw is such a jerk. I don’t get how someone can tolerate something as rotten as Ajaw.” You mumble, wincing when Capitano gently massages your swollen ankle. “What if he’s right? What if you all slowly get bored with me and start leaving one by one?” 

Capitano laughs sarcastically, shaking his head. “I highly doubt that will happen, [Y/N]. If you have any doubts, we will not hesitate to quell your concerns.”

You stare at Capitano, engrossed in your thoughts while watching the Harbinger gently massage your swollen ankles. While both you and Capitano are occupied, the two of you fail to notice Ororon, Kinich, and a mysterious man approaching both of you. 

Capitano lets out a slow exhale, cupping your ankle with both hands. “I believe it’s best for Doctor Baizhu to check up on you when we return to the abode,” Capitano murmurs, his hands gradually getting colder.

For some reason, it had slipped your mind that Capitano’s vision is cryo. Wait— does he have a vision? Your eyes immediately start scanning Capitano from head to toe, searching for a cryo vision. Someone clears their throat, grabbing your attention. 

“Need some help, you two?” The light grayish cyan-haired man standing between Kinich and Ororon asks, smiling at you and Capitano. “Ororon and Kinich informed me of what happened, and while I may not be a doctor, I can provide some temporary relief until you take them to see Doctor Baizhu.”

Capitano stands up and shields you from the three Natlanteans. Capitano crosses his arms over his chest, scrutinizing the new addition to the group. You peek from behind Capitano, making eye contact with the mysterious man. The man smiles at you before glancing at Capitano, crossing his arms over his chest.

Ororon sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know you’re protective of [Y/N], and we all are, but Ifa can provide temporary medical care for them. Ifa is my friend, Capitano. You have nothing to worry about.” Ororon reassures the Harbinger, occasionally looking over at you.

Capitano continues to scrutinize the three men before turning to you. You and Capitano stare at each other as if communicating telepathically. Capitano holds his arm out towards you as you stand up, making sure you’re not putting too much pressure on your injured ankle. Capitano debates whether he should give you a piggyback ride or just carry you to wherever Ororon, Ifa, and Kinich wanted you and Capitano to go. Capitano wraps his arms around your waist and scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style. 

Ifa leads the way while Kinich and Ororon walk beside Capitano. You glance at the four men after making eye contact with bystanders as the five of you walk further into the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. You can’t help but realize that from an outsider’s perspective, seeing a Fatui Harbinger carrying an injured person with three other men following along is an interesting sight. But dear Archons, the number of stares you’re receiving is making you feel a bit out of place. 

You rub the back of your neck. “So, where are you leading us exactly, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Ifa stops in his tracks and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m leading you away from prying eyes. I figured you don’t want to draw a crowd while I tend to your injuries.” Ifa replies, shooting you a charming smile.

The five of you approach a table that is tucked in a corner of the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, away from prying eyes, just as Ifa wanted. Capitano sits you on one of the chairs and stands close by, refusing to leave your side. Ifa chuckles to himself, kneeling before you and reaching for your injured ankle. 

You gaze at Ifa curiously, wondering what he found funny. “What are you laughing at?” You ask, watching the man before you place an ice pack on your swollen ankle—wait, when and where did he get the ice pack from?

Ifa shakes his head. “Oh, nothing. I find it— what’s the word? Funny? Adorable? Interesting? Yeah, that could work. It's interesting that you have quite a few people wrapped around your fingers. A Fatui Harbinger being one of them is definitely interesting,” Ifa says lightheartedly.

Ifa wraps your injured ankle before propping it on another chair across from you. You look up at Capitano, who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you in the slightest, before looking over at Kinich and Ororon.

Kinich gently squeezes your shoulders. “How did this happen? You two weren’t ambushed by anyone while traveling to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame, were you?” Kinich asks, leaning against the table beside you.

You press your lips into a thin line, unsure how to respond to Kinich’s concerns. Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa wait for your response while you awkwardly sit there. You can always lie and say that you and Capitano were, in fact, ambushed, and Capitano saved the day as per usual and got you to safety.

“It must be traumatizing enough for [Y/N] not to want to say anything. Judging by the appearance of both [Y/N] and Capitano, I can safely assume that they managed to escape unscathed. However, during the process of escaping, [Y/N] most likely lost their footing, causing them to twist their ankle,” Ororon theorizes, stroking his chin. 

You stare at Ororon with your mouth agape, amazed that Ororon’s able to come up with an almost convincing theory. It's too bad that the only information Ororon’s correct about is that you twisted your ankle. Ifa looks at Ororon, nodding his head, seemingly impressed with Ororon’s analytical skills based on what he’s looking at.

You slowly nod. “Yeah, I wish that were the case, but I tripped on a rock and twisted my ankle while Capitano and I were on our way to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. There was no ambush, fortunately and also unfortunately,” you reply sheepishly.

“Oh? Why is it both fortunate and unfortunate?” Ifa asks.

“Fortunate that both you and the Captain weren’t ambushed, but also unfortunate because the actual reason makes you look stupid?” Kinich interjects, raising an eyebrow at you with a small smile.

Your bottom lip juts out while you nod in response to Kinich’s question. Kinich chuckles and resists the urge to pinch your cheek. The sun is still high in the sky, meaning your day in Natlan has yet to end, and Capitano’s Fatui duties have yet to begin. The only reason why you and Capitano are in the Stadium of the Sacred Flame is because of your unfortunate accident. 

Your head snaps in Capitano’s direction, eyes wide with worry. “Capitano, you still have Fatui duties to tend to. I’m sorry my clumsiness resulted in us having to take a detour to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame,” you apologize.

Capitano shakes his head, gently rubbing your head affectionately. “There’s no need to apologize. While my duties are important, they’re not pressing matters. We can continue our journey after this,” he replies.

Ifa watches the way Capitano treats you, intrigued by the way you two interact. Ororon has told Ifa about their relationship with you, and it piqued Ifa’s curiosity because, from an outsider’s perspective, how does that work? How can over thirty people share one person? How does the dynamic work exactly? Are they dating each other as well, or do they all share you but don’t care for the others involved? 

Ororon nudges Ifa, giving him a questioning look when the two lock eyes. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for three minutes now. What are you thinking about, Ifa?” Ororon asks, raising an eyebrow at his dear friend. 

Ifa presses his lips into a thin line, shaking his head. “Oh, nothing! Don’t worry about it, Ororon.” Ifa pats Ororon’s shoulders. “Capitano, if you’re worried, [Y/N] can stay here with the three of us while you’re away tending your duties for the Fatui. It’s best for [Y/N] to rest their injured ankle, and we can keep an eye on them while you’re away.” Ifa suggests.

Silence falls over everyone as you all wait for Capitano’s response. The Harbinger crosses his arms over his chest, staring at the four of you. You can’t tell if Capitano is hesitating, or debating whether he should leave you at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame with Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa. The ice pack on your wrapped ankle soothes the pain of your twisted ankle, making you feel at ease. You want to tag along with Capitano to his Fatui duties, but with a wrapped and iced ankle, it’s unlikely that you’ll be able to tag along with your Harbinger significant other. 

You gently touch Capitano’s forearm. “I can stay here and wait for your return, Capitano. I don’t want to be a burden to you. What if we do end up getting ambushed? You won’t be able to fend for yourself because I’ll be dead weight—”

“You will never be a burden.” The three men— Capitano, Kinich, and Ororon— interrupt your rambling.

Ifa’s gaze shifts from one man to another, amused by what’s unfolding before him. “[Y/N], are you aware of the power you have?” Ifa mutters, stroking his chin.

You look at Ifa, rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile. “Hehe, what power?” You feign ignorance, looking over at your beloved partners from the corner of your eye.

Ifa raises an eyebrow at you, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk as he gazes at you with amusement. 

You clear your throat before turning to look at Capitano, Ororon, and Kinich. “But in all seriousness, I can stay here and rest. I shouldn’t be moving too much when I’m injured.”

Capitano sighs, unsure of how to respond. Capitano looks at your wrapped ankle, then at your face while you stare at him, waiting for his response. Even if he’s okay with temporarily leaving you at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame to deal with Fatui matters, he doesn’t want you to be in Natlan “alone.” Sure, you’ll have Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa keeping you company while he’s away, but you were looking forward to having some alone time with him, even though he has Fatui matters to handle.

Ororon hums, stroking his chin. “If it helps you ease your mind a bit, [Y/N] can still go with you, but we’ll tag along with you and [Y/N] to keep them company while you’re dealing with Fatui stuff.”

Capitano ends up reluctantly agreeing to Ororon’s suggestion in the end. Before continuing your journey to wherever in Natlan the Fatui business is, you all decide to take the opportunity to eat before continuing the trip. 

You stare at the menu, eyes wide. “Everything looks so good! I don’t know what to choose,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest while skimming the menu.

Ifa leans close to you, “Why don’t you order one of everything and try them out?” Ifa suggests, looking at you through his long lashes.

You stare at Ifa and then at the menu, debating whether to order one of everything, as Ifa has suggested. If you do, there’s a chance that everyone won’t be able to finish the entire thing, and you don’t want to bring back leftovers. 

“Is it possible that you’re scheming something, Ifa?” You mutter, raising an eyebrow at Ifa.

Ifa presses his lips into a thin line, suppressing a smile. You turn to Capitano, Ororon, and Kinich, only to see them stare at you and Ifa. Oh, shit, did something happen? Ifa nudges you and shoots you a look, as if he’s egging you on. 

You narrow your eyes at Ifa before pointing at the menu and turning to the other men. “Would it be possible for me to order one of everything on the menu? Minus the alcohol because I don’t intend on drinking.”

Kinich raises his eyebrows at you, leaning back in his seat. “Are you going to be eating everything? No judgment, of course.”

You slowly nod your head. “I’m trying everything! But I also want to bring something back to the estate for the others, you know?”

Everyone sits in silence for a moment, glancing at each other like they can communicate telepathically—it’s not entirely impossible. You all end up ordering everything on the menu and trying out every dish the beautiful Pyro nation has to offer. Because you wanted to try every dish from Natlan, you took one bite of every dish (with different cutlery, of course), and ultimately finished the one you enjoyed the most. 

After everyone finishes eating their food, they pack the leftover food and put it in their inventory. Sometimes you forget that you’re in a video game and inventories exist. Now you don’t have to worry about bringing back a large amount of food to the estate and having to deal with unintentionally luring saurians with food. 

Capitano turns his back in your direction and squats; you wrap your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist. Capitano grasps onto your thighs and adjusts you on his back before beginning your journey to somewhere in Natlan. You rest your head on Capitano’s shoulders, closing your eyes. The amount of food you have consumed was more than you would usually eat, and you’re starting to regret it.

Kinich peeks at you, eyebrows furrowing. “[Y/N]? Are you alright?” Kinich asks, walking closer to you and Capitano.

You close your eyes, nodding. “I’m okay, Kinich. Why’d you ask?” You mumble, cheeks squished on Capitano’s shoulders.

Kinich and Ororon look at each other. While you wait for Kinich and Ororon’s response, you slowly drift to sleep on Capitano’s shoulders. The gentle rocking of Capitano’s pace, the warm sun, and the gentle breeze are lulling you to sleep. Ifa chuckles, shaking his head as he and the others continue walking in silence, afraid of disturbing your sleep. Capitano peeks over his shoulder to get a look at you. For a moment, Capitano’s tempted to carry you in his arms rather than have you cling to him while you’re asleep. But at the same time, Capitano doesn’t want to disturb your sleep by moving you around just to carry you in his arms.

Ifa puckers his lips. “So… tell me more about your relationship with [Y/N]. What’s it like to share a partner with other people?” Ifa asks casually, tucking his hands in his pocket.

“We,” Ororon gestures to him and Kinich, “wouldn’t say that we’re dating [Y/N] per se…” Ororon trails off, scratching the back of his head. 

Ifa raises his eyebrows at Ororon’s response, questioning whether Ororon is telling the truth or is trying to deflect. The two men (Kinich and Ororon) have been spending a lot of time with you at the estate if they’re not busy, and for Ororon to say that they weren’t dating you is both questionable and debatable. Ifa notices how Kinich and Ororon act around you while the five of you were at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame. They dote on you, and it’s cute! The not-so-subtle stare, the longing looks they shoot in your direction while you’re not paying attention, the way they would smile whenever you speak. 

Kinich crosses his arms over his chest, looking elsewhere. The sight of blush creeping up Kinich’s face makes Ifa smirk. “It’s complicated, Ifa. We have been talking to and spending time with [Y/N], but we don’t know them enough to consider ourselves dating…” Kinich trails off, grabbing the back of his neck.

“Hey, if you guys want someone to be your relationship counselor, I’m here,” Ifa says nonchalantly, nodding. “It’s not too late for me to be part of [Y/N]’s little harem, is it?” He teases, the corner of his lips quirking up.

Capitano scoffs at Ifa’s cheeky comment, not taking his eyes off the trail before him. Ifa raises his eyebrows at Capitano’s response while Kinich and Ororon give each other the side eye. You mumble in your sleep and crack your eyes open, squinting at the sun. You rub your eyes and yawn, snuggling up against Capitano’s shoulders.

Ororon peeks at you, smiling. “How was your short nap?” Ororon asks, stroking your hair.

You smile at Ororon, blinking at him sleepily. “It barely feels like a nap. Like I only closed my eyes and did not fall asleep at all,” you reply, letting out a deep exhale. “I think the food is making me sleepy. Maybe I should walk instead of being carried around by Capitano.”

The men around you vocalize their protests when you try to get off Capitano’s back, but he refuses to put you down. You give Capitano and the others a questioning look while he shakes his head. 

Ifa chuckles, shaking his head and gestures to your still-injured ankle. “Did it slip your mind that you’re injured? You’re not allowed to walk or stand on your own until you heal,” Ifa comments, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You lightly smack your forehead, sighing. “Right, how could I forget about that?” You mutter. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you proceed to bury your face into the fur on Capitano’s cloak, wanting to die from embarrassment. Capitano chuckles and strokes your hair. The journey continues for another hour or so (you don’t know how long the trip actually is because you’re not keeping track of the time due to constantly falling asleep), and you all finally see a Fatui camp in the distance. 

Capitano squats down, letting you get off him. Ororon and Ifa steady you, making sure you don’t put any pressure on your injured ankle. Yeah, you twisted your ankle, and you can probably walk if you had some crutches, but that’s not going to happen anytime soon, especially when you know that Baizhu, your lovely Doctor boyfriend, will not approve of you moving around with an injury. 

“We got this from here, Capitano. You can go tend to your duties now,” Kinich says, gesturing for the Harbinger to go on ahead without the four of you.

Capitano nods and looks in your direction one last time. You two lock eyes (well, you technically can’t see his eyes, but you’re assuming you’re gazing into his pretty eyes) momentarily; you nod to the Captain as both a confirmation and reassurance. Capitano walks to the Fatui camp, leaving you, Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa behind.

“We can sit under the tree in the shade while we wait for Capitano, if that’s okay with you guys,” you suggest, pointing at a tree about ten meters from where the Fatui camp is.

Even though the tree’s not that far (to you), Ifa offers to carry you to the tree rather than have you hang around Ororon and Ifa’s shoulders while they assist you to the destination. While the four of you slowly make your way to the tree, Capitano makes sure to keep an eye on the four of you, making sure nothing happens to the four of you (mainly you).

The Fatui Agent clears his throat. “Are you alright, Capitano?”

Capitano nods. “Yes, why did you ask?” Capitano replies, crossing his arms over his chest.

The Fatui Agent laughs nervously, shaking his head. “It’s nothing, sir. Anyway, shall we proceed with the meeting?”

Capitano nods wordlessly, gesturing for the Agent to continue where he left off.

The four of you have no idea how long Fatui meetings typically last, but it sure is dragging on longer than you anticipated. Now you’re sitting in the shade, watching Kinich, Ororon, and Ifa demonstrate their abilities. 

You hug your legs to your chest, resting your chin on your knees. “Why did I get the sense of déjà vu?” You mumble, squinting as you try to adjust to the sunlight.

Ifa leans against the tree, tilting his head to the side. “Care to clarify? How does this feel like déjà vu?” Ifa asks.

Kinich and Ororon sit beside you, sandwiching you between them. You shrug, trying to think back to a time when this situation felt similar to the one now. This is the first time you’re in Natlan for this long and with just the men from Natlan, plus Capitano. Why is this feeling so familiar? Then, it pops into your head.

You snap your fingers, sitting up straight. “Ah! It’s because I somehow always end up injured whenever I step outside of the estate. If I remember correctly— I probably am not, when I met Kaveh, I also got injured,” You say. “But I could also be misremembering it. Shit, is my memory that bad?” You deflate, resting your chin back on your knees with a sigh. 

Ororon pats your head, smiling at you sympathetically. “I think we should visit Doctor Baizhu after we return to the estate. Not just for your twisted ankle, but for your head as well, maybe,” Ororon suggests.

You stare at the man and press your lips into a thin line. I mean, it won’t be too much of a hassle to get your head checked, would it? While you’re buried in your thoughts, a familiar figure approaches the four of you. Ororon, Kinich, and Ifa immediately stand up, greeting the new presence. Biker boots stop in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts. You slowly look up: from the shoes to the leather-clad legs, you lock eyes with red eyes. Your eyes widen when you finally come to realize who’s standing in front of you—the Pyro Archon. You push yourself off the ground, scrambling to get up.

Mavuika’s eyes widen, quickly grabbing and steadying you. “Whoa, there! Careful now!” Mavuika chuckles, both her hands on your biceps. “It’s good to finally meet you, [Y/N]. I’ve been hearing great things from Capitano, Kinich, and Ororon,” Mavuika says, looking over at the three men with a cheeky smile.

Your eyes widen, staring at the Pyro Archon with a starstruck expression. The Pyro Archon knows of your existence because of the three (now four) men you hold near and dear to your heart?! Wait, they talked about you to the Pyro Archon? You look at Kinich, Ororon, and Ifa with a questioning gaze. Kinich and Ororon look away, acting like they don’t hear what Mavuika says to you. 

Mavuika’s eyes widen. “Ah! Let’s not forget the dear traveler, Aether. You’re all he talks about whenever he visits Natlan,” Mavuika giggles, shaking her head. “Aether wasn’t wrong when he said that you’re adorable.” Mavuika pinches your cheek.

You look away, face warming up under her touch. Today may be the first time you’re meeting the Pyro Archon in person, and you want to make a good first impression, but she’s already pinching your cheeks while spilling information from your beloved partners. 

Mavuika’s eyes widen before gesturing for you to sit back down. “Please sit down! I don’t want you to stand up with an injured ankle,” she says, guiding you over to a tree stump you didn’t notice that was there the entire time. After getting you to sit down, Mavuika turns to the others, her hands propped on her hips. “Now, care to explain how [Y/N] got injured?”

Mavuika reminds you of a mom with how she’s demanding an explanation on how you managed to injure yourself. Kinich gives Mavuika the rundown on how it all happened while you awkwardly sit there, not wanting to see her reaction to the dumb reason you twisted your ankle. After the brief explanation, Mavuika exhales through her nose while stroking her chin, nodding. Mavuika turns to you and pats your head with a soft laugh, “Ah, so the injury is due to your clumsiness. Aether said you were cute, and he wasn’t kidding.” 

You bury your face into your hands. Mavuika snickers and continues to pat your head, her eyes wandering over to where Capitano stands with the other Fatui Agents. Mavuika sighs before crossing her arms over her chest, questioning why you choose to tag along with the Harbinger. Mavuika is aware of your relationship with more than one person, and she’s not one to judge people and who they date! One thing she does question is how your relationship with around thirty men works out because she could’ve sworn there are at least two or more people who are possessive over you, and it’s not Aether.

Mavuika props her hands on her hips, gazing at you with seriousness. “[Y/N]. Be honest with me, alright?” You stare at Mavuika blankly, confused about what caused her to switch up. “What do you want me to be honest about?”

It’s strange that Mavuika, the Pyro Archon, demands that you be honest with her about something despite meeting each other less than an hour ago. Mavuika squats in front of you and grabs both of your hands, squeezing them. “These men have been treating you right, correct? If not, you can tell me everything and I will handle it myself,” Mavuika says, deadpan. 

You smile and gently squeeze Mavuika’s hands in response. “They treat me extremely well! I never knew what real love was until these men came into my life, Mavuika. Trust me, they fill the empty void in my heart.”

Mavuika nods, biting the inside of her cheek as she contemplates. Mavuika sighs and gets up, slowly releasing your hand before stepping away. When Mavuika steps away, you can’t help but notice how close she was to you, so close that her leather pants would brush against your bare legs when she stands up. When did she get so close to you?

Ifa and Ororon look at each other from the corner of their eyes. Kinich looks at Mavuika from the corner of his eyes, almost like he’s judging her by the look on his face. You press your lips into a thin line, debating whether you should say something. You open your mouth to speak, but heavy hands landing on your shoulders startle you.

“Mavuika, what a surprise to see you here,” Capitano says.

You look up to see Capitano towering over you, not sparing you a glance. You place your hands over his, gently squeezing them. “Ah! You’re back! How was the meeting with your comrades?” You ask.

Capitano doesn’t respond. Instead, he continues to stare at Mavuika without saying a word. The corner of Mavuika’s lips curves up, crossing her arms over her chest. Both Capitano and Mavuika don’t speak as they stare at each other for a prolonged time. You can feel the tension rise between Capitano and Mavuika as the silence between them drags on.

Kinich clears his throat. “If you are done with your Fatui business, I think now is the time to return to the estate with [Y/N],” Kinich says, turning to you, “don’t you agree, [Y/N]? We should get you to Doctor Baizhu to check out your injury.”

You nod, getting ready to stand up from where you’re sitting, only for Capitano to push you down. “Yeah, what Kinich said! Since you’re done with your Fatui meeting, we can return to the estate now, right? After all, I do need to get my ankle checked out, and we have leftovers that need to be refrigerated.”

Capitano nods, effortlessly lifts you and carries you bridal style while Mavuika scrutinizes you and Capitano—maybe just Capitano. Capitano turns around and starts walking away with Ifa, Ororon, and Kinich following. The five of you come to a stop when a familiar face approaches your small group.

You wave at Dainsleif, smiling at the man. “Dainsleif! What are you doing in Natlan?”

Dainsleif nods, now standing before your group. Dainsleif opens his mouth to respond, but closes his mouth when his eyes land on your wrapped ankle. Dainsleif crosses his arms over his chest, gazing at you with displeasure. “What happened?” Dainsleif demands, now standing much closer to examine your injured ankle.

“Well, you see—”

“You tripped, didn’t you?” Dainsleif deadpans.

You pucker your lips and nod, looking away from the blond man. Dainsleif sighs for the umpteenth time, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “We’re going to need to put you in a bubble if you ever leave the estate,” Dainsleif mutters.

Your eyes widen at Dainsleif’s comment, rapidly shaking your head in protest. There’s no way in hell you’re going to be put in a bubble if you ever leave the estate! It’s not like you’re against being safe, it’s because—

“Then that will solidify the fact that [Y/N] is, in fact, an Abyss Mage! The bubble surrounding [Y/N] will also confirm that they are a hydro Abyss Mage,” Kaveh says, strutting up to your group with a shit eating grin.

You stare at Kaveh, deadpan. You throw your hands up in the air before slumping against Capitano’s chest, glaring at the other blond man. If you were a cat, your tail would be flicking with irritation. Kaveh flashes his pearly whites at you and reaches out to ruffle your hair, only for you to smack his hand away with a glare.

“Aw, come on, [Y/N]. Don’t be like that in front of our new guest and potential new housemate,” Kaveh teases, poking your sides after glancing at Ifa from the corner of his eyes.

Ifa quirks his eyebrows at Kaveh’s comment, but doesn’t interject. You burrow yourself in Capitano’s chest after hearing Kaveh’s comment. Ifa being a potential new housemate at the estate? You’re not entirely sure if Ifa is interested in the slightest! You peek over Capitano’s shoulders to look at Ifa, only to lock gazes with him. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you quickly duck down and bury your face into Capitano’s chest, ears becoming hot when you hear Ifa laugh. Okay, so it’s possible that Ifa could be a new member of the estate.

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Genshin Men when You Invite Them in for Coffee

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Wriothesley, Ororon, Sethos, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, flirting, kisses, suggestive, after the date, sleeping over

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A/N: I had no idea that inviting someone for coffee after a night out was code was asking them to bang. I learned this a few days ago. People will think of anything these days. Why would you involve something as innocent as drinking coffee into possible sex?!

EXPECTS COFFEE - Diluc, Pantalone, Wriothesley, Zhongli

He already drank some coffee today but he can always drink more. It might help him sober up after the drinks he's had on your date. The moment he walks into your living room he makes himself comfortable on your couch and tells you how he likes his coffee, fully expecting it to be given to him. Bless him and his handsome face and his blinding smile, after that you had to make him coffee just the way he likes it.

DOESN'T DRINK COFFEE BUT ACCEPTS ANYWAY - Childe, Ororon

Coffee isn't his favorite drink, he doesn't drink it if he can avoid it. But as soon as you ask offer coffee to him he considers having a cup, if you'll make it for him. He was that smitten by you that he was willing not to sleep at all for the rest of the night. When he found out that you didn't actually mean coffee but that you wanted to have sex with him he realized that he is in the same spot as before, he wouldn't be sleeping that night.

KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS AND IS FLUSTERED - Thoma, Sethos

As soon as he hears your suggestion he blushes deeply and walks into your home, head down. Heads in one direction only to be pulled in the other as your bedroom is the other way. Great, now he embaressed himself twice in a very short span of time, are you still sure you want to sleep with him tonight, because if not he will just take that coffee. When you pull him into a kiss he visibly relaxes, falling into your embrace and later your bed.

KNOWS WHAT IT MEANS AND LIKES IT - Kaeya, Itto, Dottore

Oh, he had a feeling you'd want to sleep with him after your date, and after the looks and not so subtle bedroom eyes you'd been giving him the entire night. He wants to sleep with you, there's no need to come up with these silly excuses. Takes you by the hand and tells you to lead the way to your bedroom, or the couch, or any flat surface really. As for that coffee, he'll drink it tomorrow morning after he wakes up next to you.

[constellationguy]

Moles and Mistletoe

-Do you know the theory about moles?

-Every mole and freckle is where you've been kissed in your past life by your soulmate. Or that every mole represents where your past life’s soulmate has kissed you the most.

-These are where some various characters made or try to make moles on you / where they kiss you the most.

-Genshin Impact, OHSHC, Hazbin Hotel, JJK

Legs

-Whether he is taking off your shoes after a long day or just showing love to all of your body he just seems to kiss your legs often. They tend to kiss your legs when he is on the floor and you are on the couch playing with is hair.

: Childe, Gojo, Husker, Kayea, Takashi Morinozuka, Vox

Thighs

- These men adore your thighs, they love to lay their head on your lap and kiss them intermittently, or maybe before some other activities.

: Childe, Itto, Nanami, Neuvillette, Tighnari

Arms

- These men are fancy and like to put up a show to show everyone how much you are loved by them. They tend to kiss all the way up your arms and up your neck to lead into a kiss on your lips.

: Pantalone, Pierro, Tamaki Suoh, Zhongli

Hands

- Very often in public sometimes to show that you’re taken, sometimes to show you genuine affection they tend to reach for your hand to kiss. Even when you two are dancing alone in your home, he always kisses your hand first as he asks for a dance.

: Alastor, Capitano, Cyno, Lyney, Kyoya Ootori, Pantalone, Zhongli

Stomach

- They love to lay their head on your stomach while cuddling or taking a nap and they kiss your stomach out of convenience. They may or may not be kissing your stomach thinking about if their was a baby in there.

: Albedo, Baizhu, Diluc, Itto, Gojo, Kaveh, Nanami, Neuvillette

Neck

- Whether it is a front hug or a hug from behind they have to kiss your neck at least once before letting go. These men love to have their face close to your neck, to be as close to you as possible or to smell and appreciate your perfume.

: Ayato, Goro, Kaeya, Kinich, Ororon, Thoma, Venti

Shoulders

- They love to hug you from behind or have you on your lap while they kiss all over your shoulders. They love being close to you and it’s just an added benefit that you become their pillow.

: Ayato, Gojo, Goro, Kaveh, Ororon, Scaramouche, Xiao

Back

- They always want you to be the little spoon so they can hold you and kiss all over your back and shoulders. They believe that a massage and kisses to your back and shoulders is the best kind of stress relief for the both of you.

: Alhaithum, Hitachin twins, Kinich Wriothesley

Face

- All throughout the day you will get kisses to your forehead, lips, cheeks, nose, between your eyebrows, they just love to show their affection often and obviously.

: Alastor, Capitano, Dottore, Heizo, Kazuha, Kinich, Kyoya

[magicalink]

Petnames they use for you:

●•°○~~Happy Valentines Day!♡

Content: Petnames chars use for reader when in a relationship, SFW, fluff, featuring all the Genshin men I got inspo for: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe, Scarampuche, Tighnari, Xiao, Cyno, Thoma, Zhongli, Al Haitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, Kaeya, Gorou, Itto, Ayato, Heizou, Lyney, Wriothesley, Neuvillete, Kinich, Ororon.

Venti:

Windblume, my love, my warrior, my darling, my sweet dove, my cecilia. My, my, my. The God of Freedom is more possessive than he likes to admit.

Diluc:

Darling, love, honey. He comes home late after a long night of protecting Mondstadt and leans over the bed to kiss your forehead and whisper in a deep voice a “Hullo Darling” like an old English gentleman ❤

Albedo:

He prefers to call you by your name or a shortened version of it. He will sometimes add “love” or “dear” at the end of sentences to refer to you. His voice silkier than ever.

Kazuha:

Dove, love, beautiful, songbird. Likes to talk about you as if you were a haiku.

Childe:

Girlie <3, beautiful, baby, babygirl. He is always trying to rizz you up and flex all of his skills in front of you, from his strength to his art of seduction.

Scaramouche:

He’s got a lot of issues when it comes to relationships. He desperately needs to be loved but he’s also terrified of being abandoned, and at the same time he doesn’t like to show he loves because that will be showing vulnerability. So once he’s head over heels for you and unable to run away from his love, he will unpredictably jump between intense emotional reactions that go from worshipping you to address you sarcastically. He will call you things like angel, princess (evilly), gem (gently), doll (thirstily), kitten (sorry this is only for modern AU discord mod Scara🥵)

Tighnari:

Will call you just by your name with a soft tone and Dear if you’re close. He deeply loves you it's just that he loves saying your name 💚

Xiao:

Gets beyond flustered by nicknames, so he’s too shy to call you any. Loves and worships your name and uses it to call you with all his love and devotion. If you ask him to call you a cute pet name he will try just to make you happy and will call you ‘love’ with the cutest red face, flushed up to his ears.

Cyno:

Very serious when it comes to how much he loves you, will call you by your name when in public but gets cornier when you’re alone. Will call you love, baby and dear. If he comes up with a pun with your name he will use it as a nickname. Also he will call you the corniest strings of words he can put together. Like “Sweet round buttered pumpkin full of the sweetest candies for Halloween” or something cringe like that. But he will do it with the sweetest uwu face ever. You choose if you accept the compliment or not.

Thoma:

Love, honey, dear, baby, puppy. When with noble!reader will always call them my Lord or my Lady even when reader insists he doesn't need to when they're alone.

Zhongli:

My love, my dear, my darling, my jade, Silkflower. Very solemnly.

Al Haitham:

Doesn't like sappy nicknames so he'll call you by your name most of the time. But he still loves you so a sweet "babe" will always end up slipping past his lips when he lets his guard down.

Kaeya:

Loves to rizz you up with endearments using his sexy voice. Sugar, babe, little one, cutie, sweetie, honey pie (this last one is with a patronizing intention when you’re bickering tho).

Gorou:

dear this, dear that, dear, dear, dear. The general is a lover boy who is always trailing behind his loved one like a puppy with separation anxiety 💕 The words that first come to his mouth are dear, love and darling.

Itto:

This mf will always be “bro this, bro that” all the fricking time. It’s not that he doesn’t love you, it’s that he genuinely pours affection into that word, it’s an expression of care and trust. “Bro but like romantically”. Don’t worry, during your heated and lovey dovey times, he’ll spoil you with sweet nicknames like sweetie, precious, beautiful, and most importantly, baby. He’ll be “oh my little baby girl/boy” all the time, endeared by the size difference between you two. He feels the need to shield you and protect you.

Ayato:

Will be super formal in public, addressing you as my lord or my lady, but will relax when you’re in private. He’ll call you by your name when things are chill and when the seductive beast wakes up, you’ll notice how the tone and pitch of his voice change, and how he’ll start calling you sweet nicknames like baby, darling, my dear, my prince/princess…until things take a spicier tone 👀

Kaveh:

My darling, my love, my dear, my queen/king, the love of my life, the apple of my eyes, my warmth and sunshine, the reason I wake up everyday, the most beautiful being on Teyvat I kiss the ground your feet step on :3. This dude is precious, take care of him.

Wanderer:

The Wanderer isn’t much of nicknames, or names in general, but he’s deeply devoted to your name and the one you gave him. He will use your name reverently even if he’s teasing and being his sarcastic bratty self. But when in kissy cuddly time he will coo sweet thingies in your ear like love, baby and whatever corny thing you tell him makes you happy to be called. He will take note which ones make you happier to use them more often.

Heizou:

Trouble. He’ll literally greet you “Hey there, trouble” with one of his many suggestive smirks. He also tends to call you handsome, eye candy, sugarplum, and the things he likes to call you when the situation gets heated have been censored for the sake of the SFWness of this post :3 He’s totally capable of popping one of those during the day right out of nowhere though, keep your guard up with this one.

Lyney:

Mon amour, mon cœur, mon petit chéri/ma petit chérie, my adored, rainbow rose, etc. He will always be trying to rizz you up with a sweet voice and eyes and magic tricks.

Wriothesley:

Babe, baby, dear, sweetheart, queen/king of Meropide.

Neuvillete:

My beloved, dearest, my lord/lady regardless of your social status. If you become his spouse, you’ll be as precious as water. He will sometimes ramble about how your beauty resembles a pristine lake bathed by the sunlight at dawn and things like that, whether he’s with you or alone.

Kinich:

Dear. He’s pretty straightforward and isn’t a big fan of nicknames, but some of them will come naturally to him with time, especially shortened versions of your name. But the tone reserved for you is more important than the actual word.

Ororon:

This is a precious creature that you have to take care of. He will call you normal things like babe or darling, but then sometimes strange nicknames will pop out, things related to his interests. And the most normal is “honey”. Then they will progressively advance from “pumpkin” and “carrot cake” to things like “my dear homegrown cucumber” real quick. Don’t give him a weirded out look, he loves you and that came from the bottom of his heart.

Happy Valentines day! A post from me? Shocking, I know. A SFW post from me? Double shocking. A post about someone otver than Kuni? Triple shocking! But well, always expect the unexpected, cuz I've been writing a lot but I haven't had much motivation for editing. Sorry if there are characters missing but I couldn't come up with ideas for them and I didn't want to force it. Also, what other characters would you like to read about other than Kuni?

See you next time!

[lvndrdaaze]

Ororon's kisses are feather-light and tentative. His cheeks burn up in a soft pink shade and his eyes are so earnest each time he asks for permission to kiss you, searching your expression for any hint of discomfort. He cups your cheeks in both of his hands as though to hold you steady as he brushes his lips against yours, and your breaths hitch in sync at the soft sensation. His hands are a little calloused from his bow but so gentle, so kind. He's often the first to pull away, looking at you as though in disbelief that you let him do that, no matter how many times it's happened. The first words to leave his lips afterwards are usually a quiet "Was that okay?", which you more often than not silence by pulling him back in for another, and another, and another...

a/n: idk man I just wanted to write about kissing him bc he's so cute and my last post got a lot of love :') ty to the besties who agreed with me about him bc honestly the hate online was making me feel insane