#beidou mains

[harbingersglory]

Thoughts on transfem Ningguang with a fem!reader whose her bodyguard? Fem!reader whose like a loyal, protective dog out in the world when they're out and about together, but an utter submissive puppy behind closed doors for the Tianquan?

literally shaking like a chihuahua oh what i'd do to be the Tianquan's lap dog..mean femmes are so attractive its like putting my brain in a blender.

It's not surprising the Tianquan has a bodyguard. She's a key political figure in Liyue and anyone aiming to dismantle the carefully curated hierarchy has her at the top of the list. To the public, your just muscle to intimidate the lesser crooks from even thinking about it and deal with those who get too bold.

Behind closed doors, though? Your nothing but the Tianquan's lap dog at her beck and call.

She isn't fond of public displays, but she does like hiding it in public just for the thrill. Knowing you wear your collar under your uniform so you'll always remember who holds your leash is a thrill she can't beat.

She's a bit mean and sadistic, really, but she's the Tianquan. She has the money to spoil you like a good puppy afterwards..so long as you behave and exceed expectations. Whether you lean more dominant or submissive doesn't matter, since you'll probably be subbing whether your top or bottom. It's a different kind of thrill to make you sit on her lap, stuffed full of her cock, while she works. That or she has you under her desk, one hand fisted in your hair while she uses your mouth instead.

She has to be at the top of her game, after all, and her position is a stressful one. What better way to de-stress then to put her little puppy to good use? You're just so pliant when she orders you on your knees.

She keeps it tame if thats more your thing, but if you give her the go ahead she will buy you muzzles. Some just the standard muzzle, others with gags, plenty of collars and leashes for all sorts of occasions..she might even get you faux ears and a tail just for a little finishing touch.

She's just as big on aftercare, though. She puts her money to good use spoiling you, partially because she knows she can get a little rough with you. That and as much as she likes to call you her puppy, she won't have you smelling like a wet dog. Get in the bath.

You won't stay clean for long, especially because she absolutely goes all out on her tub so it's more then big enough for some extra activities, but it's better then nothing.

Sometimes, though, she just needs to be pampered herself. She adores body worship after a particularly stressful day. Just lounging in half tied silk while you worship every inch of her.

And if anyone notices you limping the morning after..they say nothing. They just chalk it up to a fight with some assassin or similar. And if they do know, they know better then to bring it up.

Bonus for being shared with Beidou when she drops by Liyue harbor. Nothing like a rowdy pirate to shake things up and make a mess of you on the Tianquan's bed while she watches.

[tedlebred]

studies in womeb

[bookishnerd99]

What is your team's name in genshin impact?

Mine is Childe's Support. I'm a Childe main if y'all haven't noticed.

Also this is my UID 867761625. I'll be happy to gain more friends to play with.

[meirisuu]

something something comfort characters as that steven universe meme

[isaut]

𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 — beidou x fem!reader. 4.2k. ao3 link.

you've been checking each other out all night. the ocean gets lonely. there are treasures on land, and they happen to look like you. minors & blank blogs dni

Arguably speaking, the bar isn’t as rowdy as the Alcor. However, there’s a pleasant buzz that echoes throughout the space, filled with a variety of patrons. Most wear clothes that appear too tight and too constricting. Their actions reflect the haughty nature of their high collars made of stiff fabrics. It’s almost robotic, the way their arms and legs and necks are stuck to only a few angles of rotation. 

And arguably, most of the noise can be pinpointed coming from a specific set of patrons, the likes of which have been pushed to the back corner as if they would be any less noticeable there. Beidou and her crew are many things— They are rowdy, they are drinking most of the bar under tonight, and they are very clearly not from Fontaine. 

Among the swath of stiff cotton, there is a woman whom Beidou cannot take her eye off of. The satin of her dress slides across her body, the dim lighting reflecting off the fabric like sunlight on calm waters. The captain lets the remainder of her beer slide down her throat, before placing the glass back on the sticky table. 

“Gonna get another one,” She announces. 

“Hey— Wanna get me one too?” Sea Drake asks, pointing at his almost-empty glass. The beer here isn’t as strong as the kegs aboard the Alcor, and while Beidou doesn’t mind picking up the tab, she wishes the heavyweight drinker had indulged more on the boat before they had descended onto land. 

“I’m not coming back for a minute,” Beidou says, fingers readjusting her top, breasts shifting and sitting higher with the adjustment. 

The movement is not suggestive before her crew, but the implications are, especially as Sea Drake lets out a low whistle. 

The patrons seemingly part for her, long legs striding through the bar. She finds a convenient spot, right next to the beautiful woman. In the time it took for Beidou to make her way over, said beauty had slid her eyes from the mirror behind the bar to follow the captain’s movements. 

However, the woman dressed in satin did not make eye contact with the woman beside her, keeping her gaze steady with her own reflection. The reflection in the desilvering mirror doesn’t do her justice. Painted nails smooth along the stem of her glass, which holds clear liquid and a simple garnish. 

The bartender— Dressed in a button down that makes Beidou question how he slings liquors together with such ease— Comes to confirm that Beidou wants another beer slung for her. Beside her, Beidou watches as her evening’s treasure is approached by another. His mustache is well-waxed, his clothing form fitting around a trim waist. 

He sidles up in the space on the other side of the woman. He begins to talk, his voice is smooth, albeit a bit nervous. The tips of the woman’s fingers rest on the edge of her glass, wrist bent delicately, adorned by a string of diamonds. She slides said drink away from him, towards Beidou, and pointedly drags her gaze away from him. Her body angles away from the bar, away from him, and faces Beidou. 

“So rude of him to interrupt us like that,” You say, shaking your head disapprovingly. The sultry words wash over Beidou. Her eye doesn’t leave yours as she slides her beer before her. Irritation genuinely washes off of you, as if a conversation had been interrupted. 

Unless. The reflectionary eye contact had been the conversation cut short. 

The way your eyebrows raise, anticipating a response, pulls Beidou out of her stupor. 

“Rude as hell,” She agrees, throwing a look to the prim man. Awkwardly, he looks over his shoulder, as if Beidou would be talking to someone else. 

You bring your martini to your lips, and take a small sip. The woman before you is practically all legs, highlighted by the cut of her dress, of the rise of her boots. Her hair is held in place with a decorative pin, the blue tassel balanced by the one earring she wore. The eyepatch, matched with her rowdy friends abandoned in favor of your company, brings intrigue. “I’d ask if you come here often, but you clearly don’t.” 

She smirks at your analysis, gaze dropping to your chest before back to your face. At least you had the humility to be discrete in your own appraisal. “What gave it away?” 

You hum, crossing your legs to reveal the slit in your dress. “I’ve never seen you here before.” 

“Maybe I just don’t come here often.” 

Amused, your eyes twinkle. “No?” 

“Do you come here often?” The overused line slides from Beidou’s lips in a teasing manner. The foam from her beer lingers on her upper lip briefly, before she wipes it away. 

The amusement bubbles up as a small giggle. “No.” 

Beidou’s lip tips up to follow suit. She wants to see you smile, hear your joy as much as she can. She leans forwards. “And here you are, saying I can’t be from here because you’ve never seen me before.” 

Another giggle. You flip the small strand of hair that had made its way over your shoulder back behind you. Beidou’s eye tracks the movement. 

“You aren’t dressed like you’re from here.” 

Beidou looks from the satin adorning your body to the stiff fabrics that take up space within the establishment. “Neither do you.” 

“Remember me in five years, and everyone in here will look like me,” You say, very matter-of-factly. 

“They won’t be able to do you justice,” Beidou confirms. 

“No?” The lilt in your voice, the way you lean forwards. 

“Absolutely not. You’re— You’re—” Beidou finds herself stammering over her words, brain seemingly short circuiting. Your perfume is all she can smell, your aura all she can feel. All she can think of is your proximity, of how long it’s been since she’s been in the presence of another woman like you. All of these stories about sailors turning dumb for women, and all the times Beidou has claimed she’d never be like those men. 

She’s captivated. 

“I’m what?” You press, a pleased, cat-like grin crossing your face. 

“Shit,” Beidou can’t help but laugh at herself. “You’re otherworldly.”

“That’s a compliment I’ve never heard before,” You say, face heating up. 

“That’s sayin’ something,'' Beidou grins. “You must’ve heard nearly every compliment under the sun.” 

“You’d be surprised,” You say, finishing off your drink and setting the delicate glass back upon the table. “I am curious, though, what does bring you to Fontaine?” 

“You want another one of those?” Beidou asks. 

“Huh?” You look down at your drink and contemplate. “Are you buying?” 

Beidou grins and flags down the bartender, ordering another martini for you. “I’m docked for a few nights. Bringing in wine from Mondstat.” 

“Docked?” You inquire. 

Beidou nods. 

“So you’re a merchant,” You say. 

“In a way,” Beidou says. “If I was a merchant I’d be in Fontaine much more frequently, don’t you think?” 

“I wouldn’t know. I’m not a merchant.” 

“If not a merchant, what do you spend your time doing? Other than looking pretty.” 

“I just look pretty,” You respond, accepting the drink and flashing the bartender a smile, and Beidou a flutter of your lashes. “I like to enjoy, and I’m rewarded for it.” 

“What kinds of things do you enjoy?” Beidou asks. 

A small sip of your drink. You slide one of the olives off the garnish spear with your teeth. “Tonight? It was the music, but the band’s left. Now it’s my company. The drink is just an added bonus.” 

“You talkin’ about me?” Beidou asks. 

“Of course I am,” You hum. “Does my company have a name?” 

Overdue pleasantries are exchanged. Beidou rolls your name off her tongue, thoughtful and deep. 

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” She comments, taking a drink of her beer. 

Following suit, you sip your cocktail. “How long are you in town for?” 

“Only a few nights. A lot of my men have never been to Fontaine before. Wanted to give them a few nights.” 

“Your men?” You ask, tilting your head. 

Beidou gestures behind you, in the direction of the rowdiest patrons. Your gaze lingers on how muscled, how defined her arms are, before looking at the said men. They also don’t appear to be from Fontaine, but you had already deduced as such. Taking in their clothes, they look comfortable and practical. 

It clicks. 

“You must be from Liyue,” You say, turning your attention back to the handsome woman before you. 

“Good eye. What gave it away?” 

“I was finally able to place your clothing,” You smile. “Just took me a moment. You must spend quite a bit of time on the open seas.” 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. You ever been sailing?” 

“I get motion sick. I would make a lousy sailor.” 

“But have you been?” Beidou is earnest, eye lighting up as she speaks about the ocean, as she speaks about her home. 

You regretfully shake your head. “Before you invite me back, why don’t you come have a drink with me instead? On land.” 

“Who said I was inviting you back?” Beidou grins. 

“You just come and talk to pretty girls that you stare at all night for what? Shits and giggles?” You raise an eyebrow, finishing off your drink and standing. “Or do you need to ask permission before staying on land? Need to make sure it’s fine with the ocean? With the men?” 

Beidou tsks, “No. You’ve got a mouth on you, you know.” 

Smiling, you give her a wink. “I do, don’t I?” 

—

After your jacket is snug in the entryway closet, Beidou wastes her time making herself at home. Instead of futzing with placing your shoes where they belong— Neatly lined up against the wall, Beidou lowers to a knee to help you out of your shoes. Her hand is firm against your ankle, gently placing it in the free spot on your hose rack. 

Her gaze is hot, traveling up your body. Lips place a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee, searing through the thin of your pantyhose. Your face burns, regrettably stable on bare feet before her. One of your hands cups her cheek, tilting her head further up. 

A dust of pink flourishes across Beidou’s cheeks, dappling over her nose. One side of her lips tips up with a little smile. 

“Been a while since I’ve seen a woman as beautiful as you.” Her voice is as breathless as the look in her eyes. A million miles away but tethered to the moment. 

You return her look with a breathy laugh of your own. “I think you’ve been aboard a ship far too long.” 

“Nah,” Beidou assures, placing another kiss to the inside of your thigh before rising. “If I was still on the sea, I would’ve thought I saw a mermaid.” 

She’s taller than you, enough to the point you have to tilt your head back. 

“Have you ever seen one?” You ask, hands trailing to rest on her waist. 

“A mermaid?” Beidou hums, the timbre of her voice lowering. “When I was younger, sure. Was just a dolphin. Had too much to drink.” 

“Oh?” Your brow raises slightly, “Just a dolphin?” 

“Hey, I got enough shit then. Don’t need you ragging on me about it too.” 

You laugh, just like crystalflies. Beidou can’t help but smile along with you, caught up in the infectious breeze. 

“No ragging,” You soothe, thumb sliding over her hips. The delicate motion urges her closer, her head dipping further into your space. 

“Promise?” Beidou grins, voice quiet in the thick haze that lingers around you. Her arms circle around your waist, closing the meager distance between your bodies. 

She’s warm. That’s all you can think of. Her hands are a warm electricity against the small of your back, against the open skin above your spine. Your hands slither up her sides, up until they rest on her collarbone. 

“Promise?” Beidou asks again. Your breath fans over your lips. You breathe it in, circulating oxygen back into your brain, filtered with the woman before you. 

“Promise,” You whisper back, forgetting what it was you were promising to. Everything was centered around the smell of saltwater that lingered on Beidou, tangled in her brown locks. Her lips were parted in an uneven smile. 

Those lips were on yours in a heartbeat, grazing against yours— Near shy. A far cry from the woman who you’d watched, just hours earlier, stride across a bar to make your acquaintance. Your lips slide against her bottom lip, dragging it between yours before pulling away. She chases with her eyes shut for a millisecond, before her lashes flutter open. 

Her eyes search yours, as if she’d done something wrong. Your thumb slides along her cheek, the tassel of her earring resting against the back of your hand. 

“Make yourself at home,” You say, “Want something to drink?” 

You, Beidou wants to say, but swallows the cliche down. “I’ll take whatever you’re offering, pretty lady.” 

Drinks don’t end up happening. Instead, Beidou’s boots line up next to yours, folded over from their height, and her body is intertwined with yours. Lower back pressed up against the counter, Beidou swallows your mouth in hers, savoring the way she’s able to tower over you, the way your head tilts back with such vigor to keep your lips connected. 

You duck your head down, to press kisses against her neck. Beidou’s breath hitches. Her head tilts back, her hand slides to the back of your neck as if somehow it will stabilize her own involuntary surrender. Your tongue swipes against the juncture of her ear and her neck, lips closing to pull a gentle kiss against her skin. 

Beidou sighs, light and airy. 

You pull away slowly, gazing up at Beidou. Her lips are parted, her tongue slides to swipe at her chapped bottom lip. Her eye opens slowly, and she returns her gaze to you. 

A small smile lifts across her lips. She cups your face and brings you in for another searing kiss. “Pretty girl,” She presses the words against your lips with hers. 

Beidou follows you to your room with her arms around your waist, one hand resting above your ribs and directly below your breast. The skin feels hotter there, you can feel the physical weight of your chest. There’s a steadfast ache, from how close she is to you, how her hands are heavy against you, steadying. 

You raise a hand behind you, to touch her face as you tilt your head back. A little sigh leaves your lips as your head is pillowed against her breasts. “Go ahead and get undressed for me.” 

“You’re not going to do it for me?” Beidou asks, raising a brow. 

You grin. “I was going to light some incense.” 

“I can be patient,” Beidou assures you. Her hand easily glides over the silk of your dress, dancing over the swell of your breast until it rests over the dip of your collarbone. With nowhere else to go, you relax against her body and let your eyes close. 

“Doesn’t look like you want to go anywhere, does it?” Beidou murmured. 

“I’ll be quick,” You whisper. 

It’s awkward, it’s messy, the way that Beidou bends down for an upside down kiss. You can’t help but rotate around in her grasp to properly slot your mouths together. 

It cringed a part of you, the rational thought that lies somewhere, when Beidou urges you backwards onto your bed. As you fall upon your duvet in the dress you’d worn to the bar. But her hands are on you, her knee settled between yours, her tongue swiping against your bottom lip. 

You open your mouth to meet her tongue with yours. 

The fur she wears is soft, her back muscles ripple under your hands. The clothing she wears is foreign to your fingers. You search, as diligently as you can while being swallowed whole, for some way to remove a few layers from the woman atop you. 

Beidou chuckles against your lips, and slowly pulls away. 

“You want something, gorgeous?” 

Your face warms, and you sheepishly look off to the side. You do want something. 

“Please make yourself comfortable,” You whisper, fingers sliding along the hem of the fur, trailing down the expanse of her chest. Your pointer finger dips between the softness of her breasts, only for a moment, before lightly tugging at the little top she wore. 

Beidou wraps her hand around your wrist, gentle and calloused, and guides it up to the clasp of her fur. It is nothing like a bra strap, and requires both of your hands to gently slide the metal of the clasp apart. Beidou’s shoulders shiver as the fur slips off her shoulders, down her back and onto the bed. 

Your hands slide up her arms, over thick muscles to rest on her shoulders. A shaky exhale leaves your lips. 

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” Beidou murmurs, her hair falling in a brunette cascade beside you, falling over your shoulder and pooling on the bed. The barrier created draws you closer to her, and you gently urge her down for another kiss. 

“I just got distracted,” You whisper against her lips. Beidou chuckles in return. “I didn’t realize how strong you were.”

“Yeah?” Beidou whispers, voice tinged with a breathy chuckle. With your tiny nod, she steals another kiss before sitting back on her knees. Her hands slide up the inside of your thighs, creeping up under the slit of your dress. They rise and rise, until they slide along the thin waistband of your pantyhose. 

Without her asking, you lift your hips, and the thin fabric is slowly feeled from your legs. Beidou exhales, as if taken aback in the kindest way by the sight of you before her. Your garment is discarded, and her outer layers are quick to follow. 

Over the clasps of her shirt, you fumble slightly to expose her chest to you, and a punched whine escapes your lips. Her breasts settle low, heavy with gravity. One of your hands slides up her ribs to cup her right breast, gently swiping your thumb over the rapidly hardening nipple. Beidou lets out a slow breath. 

Through your lashes, you gaze up at her. Your lips move closer and closer to the exposed flesh, and your tongue slowly licks a line across the pebbled nipple. Beidou’s hand is quick to slide through your hair, gripping it as she pulls you further into her chest. A little, happy moan escapes your lips as you lick and suck along the soft skin. 

Your straps are quick to be slipped off your shoulders, with a renewed vigor as you pay attention to her other breast. In moments, you’re flat on your back again, silk pooling around your waist, and arms free of the straps. Breath labored, Beidou straddles you, hands on your waist, admiring the vision of you beneath her. 

All she has on are your little shorts, and her thigh high socks. You palm at your thighs, thick with muscle. 

“Want to see all of you,” Beidou says, bunching the fabric of your dress up to meet the rest at your waist. 

In messy moments, your clothes lie on the ground with her shorts. The heat of her pussy rests on yours, wet through the thin of your panties. Beidou hikes one of your legs to rest above her thigh, and grinds against your clothed cunt. 

In a swift movement, you clasp your hand over your mouth, closing your eyes at the heat and the pressure— so close but not enough. Beidou’s breathy chuckle causes you to open your eyes. 

“Felt good?” 

You nod. Her fingers dip under your panties. Warmth blossoms from your core in anticipation. 

Beidou slides down the bed, giving enough distance for her to help you out of your panties and sigh happily at the view before her. She ducks her head down, pressing kisses against your tummy, down your thighs. Little nips line the way to your panties, which are damp with pleasure. Her fingers dance over the wetness, a teasing glint in her eye. 

Embarrassed, you look away, eyes trained on the ceiling. Beiodu’s chuckle is warm against the hidden wetness. 

“Hey, don’t be shy. Look down at me, pretty,” She urges. “Just keep those eyes on me.” 

With a heavy swallow, you gaze down your body at the woman between your thighs. Her grin is lopsided and bright. “That’s more like it.” 

Her tongue flattens against the delicate fabric of your panties, right over the wet patch. The drag is long, the friction and the warmth pulling a mewl from you. Your head flops back against the pillows, hands reaching for her hair. Without thinking more of it, you grind your hips against her face. 

Beidou lifts her head, helping you out of your panties. Your hands leave her hair slowly, letting the strands slide through your fingers. Once you’re nicely bare before her, she can’t help but place her face against your thigh, a giddy smile spreading along her face. 

“What’s so funny?” You ask, sitting up on your elbows. 

Beidou shakes her head. “Nothing. I’m just— I’m excited.” At your brow raise, she elaborates. “I just think you’re gonna look amazing creamin’ on my tongue. That’s all.” 

That’s all, you repeat back to yourself. Beidou doesn’t miss the way your pussy clenches around nothing, the way a trickle of slick dribbles from your hole. Ducking her head, she gives your clit a small lick. 

Your thighs tense up for a moment, and she grips them near her head, lips latching around the bud. She sucks, pulling a moan from you, before lowering her mouth to collect more of you on her tongue. The salty sweet mixes with Beidou’s own saliva, creating so little friction you can’t but mindlessly hump against her face. Her nose bumps your clit, all she can smell is you. 

Beidou pauses her movements, reluctantly, to readjust herself. To fix her hair, using the pin to pull back more of it than normal. To get a better position before you, so her tits will rub against the soft and cool surface of your duvet. To grind herself back on the seam of her shorts. 

Freshly exposed, the chill causes your legs to try and clamp together, trying to hide the heat between your legs from the air. Beidou shakes her head, and gently nudges your knees back apart. 

“Wasn’t done,” Beidou murmured, climbing back up your body, and sliding her tongue against yours. Her breasts against yours. Warm and heady. When she pulls back, the saliva is thick. You can feel every rise and fall of her chest against yours. “Wasn’t done.” 

Her fingers dip into the warmth, sliding one into you. You squeeze around her, and she gently, far too gently, begins to move her fingers. It only takes moments before you’re completely relaxed beneath her, heat building up in your gut as another finger slides its way into you. 

Beiodu swallows your groans down, replacing them with her own, fueled by how she can feel everything. Every pulse, every spike in pressure as your body begs for release. Bidou ducks her head down, to lightly flick your nipple with her tongue, then seals her lips around it. 

Her teasing words, the ones that would have been asking if you were close, if you were going to cum for her are lost. Your fingers are back in her hair, loosening the strands from their pin as you hold her close, cry out her name. 

Beidou pushes herself, lips swollen, to watch as you fall apart. As your hands fall above you, as your legs tighten and tense, as your head tilts back. Your hips rock against her fingers, just as unrelenting as her fingers. 

“‘M close.” Your words are punched out, accented by each press of Beidou's fingers. 

“I know,” Beidou whispers. “Are you gonna make a mess on me, pretty?” 

You whimper and nod. Beidou curses, sitting back to watch as her fingers disappear and appear inside of you. Her other hand joins, thumb swirling at your clit, fingers pressing against the space between your mound and your stomach. 

You cry out in pleasure before you come, legs tensing and contracting, trying to close but are blocked by Beidou’s body. She grins, breathless, as you release all over her fingers, clenching down around them as she gently grinds them into you, working you through your orgasm. She shakes her head, trying to move her hair out of her face. 

“There you go,” Beidou murmurs, grinning at you— to herself. “There we go. Feelin’ good up there?” 

You let out a little hum, arm covering your eyes, chest rising and falling. A blissed out smile rests on your face. 

Beidou grins, and climbs her way up your body to place a deep kiss against your lips. You respond, tired and excited all at the same time. 

“Need a second,” You mumble against her lips. “‘M not done.” 

[cl0wn-tim3]

I call a male charecter baby girl and no one bats an eye

But I call a woman character baby boy and society- society goes wild

[pigeonpeach]

Apparently BEIDOU is good with arlecchino? (No clue how) BUT FUCK YEAHHHHHHH

[daybreakrising]

@immobiliter: Port Ormos was the usual chaotic hive of activity, sailors and students of the Akademiya and mercs all gathered together in one cacophonous hub. Dehya didn't often frequent the port, but a particularly interesting merc contract had been forwarded to the Blazing Beasts that had kept her here longer than she'd intended to stay. A personal request for her services from a sea captain in Liyue — claiming to have seen her skills in action apparently. Escorting a delivery across the desert was a reliable job for mora, but across an ocean? It was new and exciting, and hadn't she talked for weeks about wanting to travel to new places?

Upon finally meeting her employer, however, Dehya's curiosity was piqued even more. Not some grizzled older sea captain, but a woman. Bold and assured, giving orders as confidently as she herself would command her Beasts. “ I gotta say... these are generous terms for an armed escort on board your ship, captain. ” Dehya held the newly signed contract in her hand ( from the nation of contracts itself: she had no reason to doubt that this Captain Beidou would honour her end of their deal ), but her eyes were more drawn towards the slew of men and women who were making final preparations on the wharf to set off back towards their ship. This wasn't to be her usual kind of bodyguard gig, huh. “ Though I can't help but notice you and your men seem more than capable of defending yourselves. ”

If there is one thing Beidou has learned over her years at sea, it is always, always, worth taking on extra hands with local knowledge. Often, these extra hands come in the form of other sailors, borrowed from crews that can spare them, or those hopeful souls seeking a life upon the ocean but yet to secure a ship to call home.

This time, however, she has sought the expertise of someone who couldn't be farther from a sailor if she tried. Some might question why a sea captain required the assistance of a desert mercenary - and, in truth, there was a certain degree of curiosity involved. She'd heard tales of Dehya and her Blazing Beasts prior to her arrival in Port Ormos. Who could blame her for wanting to see the Flame-Mane for herself?

"Full pockets make for happier crewmates than empty ones." The captain shrugs a shoulder lightly, an easy smile upon her face as she studies the woman standing before her. Every bit the warrior she expected, Dehya strikes an imposing figure with an unmistakable presence to her. Already, Beidou knows they're going to get along great.

At the mercenary's observation, she barks out a hearty laugh, hands settled upon her hips as she, too, quickly scans her crew at work. "Ah, but it never hurts to have another set of capable hands at the ready, no?" There's a wink delivered from her only visible eye. "You never know what you're going to come across out on the water, after all."

She leans in closer, lowering her voice to a more conspiratorial whisper. "And I confess, I can never resist the opportunity to check out a local legend."

[harbingersglory]

miko is SO REAL for that, two switches fighting over who gets to dom is the best dynamic. if you have time/want to i'd be curious to hear any sub headcanons you have for lisa, ei, ningguang and/or kafka!

this is so incredibly self indulgent because i see ningguang, ei and kafka in the same sentence and explode. everyone pretend i didnt accidentally pick a fav here um

ningguang i already see as a pillow princess more than anything she fits this so well. absolutely adores going slow + worship. treat this woman like royalty and lord you will not regret it. she goes all out to make the night as perfect as possible. will not let you have a hand in any of it sorry!! this is her turf. perfect atmosphere suited to your tastes (tons of candles, if you like that, or just going by moonlight is also her style). incense, taking a few minutes beforehand just to really get settled in the mood (usually by cuddling, but shes not against just taking a moment for some tea or even a game of chess).

you'll also probably need all that extra time to sort through whatever shes bought this time. when i said she goes the whole nine yards i mean it. she has money and she will use it. very expensive lingerie for herself (and you, if thats your thing.) and literally anything you could ever want. it heavily depends on what you both want out of the night but she spares no mora making it the best she can.

the non-sexual intimacy before hand (and especially after) is important to her she takes it very seriously (for the both of you). you'll probably get dragged into taking a long bath afterwards before actually going to bed. hope you arent too tired! because its gonna be a while before you actually sleep.

because this woman has stamina. technically. she's just really pent up and theres no better way to get that stress out then soft sex with her partner. shes not picky about positions really but she has a soft spot for laying on her stomach with a pillow to prop up her hips (really accentuates the pillow princess part, huh /j). if you start massaging her she's gonna wake up the entirety of liyue. she's normally quiet but lord knows she needs it and she cant keep quiet for the life of her.

genuinely just very soft and gentle. she just needs some good pampering after a long day to unwind (preferably with a glass of wine, but thats for later).

ei..is very awkward about it. she probably gets embarrassed if you bring it up but shes not. opposed per se. she's just used to domming that she has no idea what to do. genuinely a mess the first time around but she gets the hang of it quick (shes a quick learner :])

also you just really get to see a side of her you usually never do! she's usually big on topping and shes pretty calm and composed about it (usually). not cold, just..she doesn't outwardly express things often. except when shes subbing. its like a switch flipped

just dont tease her about how visibly flustered and awkward she is about it. because she is. horribly so. shes still pretty quiet but thats just ei, to be fair. its like a cute, nervous puppy. call her a good girl though and she might short circuit so badly the shogun comes out

though i also see ei as someone who prefers giving even when subbing. a dangerous combo considering her body is a puppet and, yknow, cant get tired. you will have to pry this woman off you shes lowkey insatiable when it comes to pleasing you. 100% less of a brat, though. you give her an order shes following through with it before you can blink. efficient!

kafka is similar to miko, imo. maybe yelan too?? she gives off big brat vibes when she subs. she wont use suggestion in bed unless your 100% cool with it and even then its usually when she doms but when she subs? shes a menace. bit of a masochist, to be honest. she'll push your buttons until you crack and decide to punish her but woops, thats just what she wants so she wins anyway!

she cant feel fear but she certainly enjoys a good thrill. specifically sensory deprivation. cover her eyes with a blindfold and keep her guessing. its probably her favorite part, the closest she can get to fear. especially if you add a bit of pain into it.

choking, spanking, bit of blood..this woman is smiling through it all like she's the happiest woman in the world. especially if it makes you frustrated. shes like it desperate and rough.

if thats not your speed, though, she can get that thrill in other ways. semi public sex is her jam so sandwich her against a wall in some random supply closet and make her scream. shes not quiet even in the comfort of whatever room shes booked this time and you'll have to physically shut her up if you dont want to get caught. shes still a brat at heart, though. put your fingers in her mouth and she'll bite. your gonna need the patience of a saint to dom kafka.

[aego-philautia]

Lowkey love ZZZs combat but also i was very very into Nier:Automata mainly also for its combat system so it's scratching that dead fixation real nice✨

[cerealmonster15]

i keep thinking about this line from lynette about navia fkdlsjfkls

like wow navia is kind of like a nosy big sister, it would be awesome if her parents were also dead and she was our orphan sister for real. "i probalby shouldnt be wishing for anyone to be an orphan" Girl Her Parents Are Already Dead 😭

but also this just validates my current team choice for them:

i dont have arlecchino so. navia you are the new caretaker now flkjdsjfkls

[yuukimiyas]

i did my v first pull on 2 banners last night & i got a few new charas & lots of cool new weapons!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

[psychopomparia]

One year ago, I started playing Genshin, and my first co-op interaction with a friend, I said the following:

[yandere-daydreams]

I’m glad Razor made it on to your men:) rather than men:( because he’s literally so sweet I think he deserves the world. Wish he got some more love, people tend to forget about him

i do like a lot of the shorter guys!!! most of the four-star dudes manage to avoid that 'try so hard to make them cool you circle back around to lame' thing that turns me off from characters like ayato and alhaitham, so instead i'm just let with,,, a baby boy with very bad luck and a polycule of dads and an exorcist who hasn't actually met a ghost but is so ready for when he does who are kinda dorky and really cute. i never got around to building razor, but the idea of a guy turned into a dogboy via. wolfpack adoption highly appeals to me, and his barking is very sweet.

[hoonietual]

hiiii, i just wanted to come in here and say thank you :) i saw you always talking and posting about genshin so much that i became so interested in the game and i started playing because of you 🖤 now it’s my favourite game, it helps my stress and i am just so so soooo in love w it :)

i love it so much. it’s the second game to make me cry :( i cried at shenhe 🥺 i love xiao (need him so bad ngl), traveller + amber. also paimon is so funny. who’s your favourite? who do you main? i wanna know 💙💙💙

okay first of all im happy it helps with your stress and im glad im the reason you got interested enough to try it 😭 but man i really do talk about genshin just. a LOT huh. LMAO

genshin has a lot of moments that make me tear up yeah so i get u 😭😭😭 shenhe has such a sad backstory like sometimes i forget it but she really is so tragic 💔💔 also heyyyy fellow xiao and traveler liker omg i unironically love traveler as a character !! and paimon!!!! shes so cute and. im gonna be real with u. the reason i was interested in genshin was because paimon was so adorable and i Had to see her in game lmao 😭

my favourite character though is probably kaeya lmao.... i have a lot of favourites and neuvillette is very very high up there rn lol but kaeya will always be number 1 for me 😞🧡 and currently i mostly main neuvillette in the overworld! i tend to switch team a lot though even in the overworld so i main like three or four different characters lol

[jaaisofficial]