#genshim impact

[blueberray]

💛🩷💜

[kinphyre]

Enemey~

[neuvislover]

☆༉ — 𝓐 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻.

You and your husband were invited to a dinner. already being late, because of course your dress zipper wants to be problematic. walking in the living room asking him for assistance.

pairing. neuvillette, wriothesly, lyney, alhaitham, kaveh, cyno, zhongli, chlide, kaeya, albedo.

cw: slight sexual themes, no smut, fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 — he has a very matter-of-fact approach, and just zips you up. when you look at him with a small pout he became very confused. He had done what you had asked of him, so he couldn't understand why you weren't satisfied. when you told him that you wanted it to “be romantic”, he was even more perplexed. How could zipping up a dress be romantic? you told him to take his time with it, and he tried it again. he suddenly became an expert at it. He sensually brushed his fingertips against your bare skin while zipping up the dress. When you looked back at him, you noticed his ears had turned bright red, and he was trying his best to keep his composure. you asked him if he understood now, and he quickly nodded. with a smile, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and thanked him for helping you.

“i could do it again… sometime…”

𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂 — he would gladly do it, and tries not to be a tease in the process. however, it always manages to slip out. wriothesley zips you up as he always does, but he does it a bit slowly. he carefully zips up the back of your dress, making sure not to catch any fabric. once he's finished, he pulls you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist, and pulling you close to him. he leaves wet kisses along your shoulder, up to your neck, and a final peck on your cheek. at the end of it all, you are drunk on his love and you turn around to kiss him. he presses his forehead against yours, preventing you from getting your kiss. when you grumble and pout, he only smiles.

“i don’t want to mess up your lipstick. we should get going, shouldn’t we?”

𝓛𝔂𝓷𝓮𝔂 — he’s very calm, but inside his brain it’s chaos. he’s standing so close to you, that you can feel his breath against your neck. when he zips you up, he feels the soft fabric of the dress. you can hear him swear under his breath as he drinks you up with his eyes. he starts arguing that maybe it wasn’t necessary for the two of you to be at this event and that you should maybe stay home. you laugh at his aloofness, before kissing him on the cheek and walking out of the room.

“hey! i can unzip the dress for you too!”

𝓐𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶 — another tease. whenever you ask him to zip you up, the first thing he does is not zipping you up. the first thing he always has to do is put his hands on your bare back. he puts his hands inside the unzipped dress, and gently caresses your waist. this is his attempt at getting you to take off the dress and not go to the event. it has only worked once, when the event you were going to wasn’t that important. he will still try every single time, and it’s hard to not give in. eventually, he does zip up the dress - and he does it quickly because if his first trick didn’t work, nothing will in his eyes.

“i would much rather spend some time with you than go to this stupid dinner- what do you mean i always do this?”

𝓚𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓱 — he has a soft smile on his lips as he zips up your dress. his hands are gentle and don’t tug too hard even if the zipper gets stuck. he admires the fabric of the dress and takes his time to appreciate how beautiful you look down to the smallest detail. After helping you with the zipper, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to his chest. Kaveh nuzzles his face where your neck meets your shoulder, trying to hide his smile, but you can feel it against your skin. he lets out a flustered giggle as you turn around to face him.

“you look so beautiful, i just can’t get enough of you.”

𝓒𝔂𝓷𝓸 — his mouth is hanging open when you walk up to him. you ask him to zip you up, but he’s too busy staring at your bare back to listen. when he hasn’t done a thing for thirty seconds, you ask him again. he stumbles out an apology, and quickly gets up on his feet. His hands are sweaty, making it difficult for him to grasp the zipper. When he does manage to grab it, he manages to get it stuck immediately. you whine for him to hurry up, and he’s really trying his best (please be patient). he gets the zipper up, finally, and laughs at his awkwardness. you turn to face him, but you can’t be mad one bit.

“i’m sorry… i’ll do better next time.. please just warn me that you’re going to look this good first.”

𝓩𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓵 — you have been eyeing his hands for hours now. the two of you were getting ready, and ever since his slender fingers had rolled up the sleeves of his black button-up your eyes had been on them. You wanted him to zip up your dress even though you didn't really need his help, but you wanted him to do it anyway. he was asking you to hurry up since the two of you were starting to be late to the party. you responded that you just needed to zip up your dress, but that you couldn’t reach. he let out a sigh and walked over to you.He firmly closed the zipper after carefully straightening out the fabric. His hands moved over your shoulders and down your back,and you put one of you put one of your hands over his.

“you look really pretty, my love… we’re in a hurry, so let’s go.”

𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮 — this depends on his mood. either he’d be super giddy, and giggle a bit to himself while zipping up your dress for you. he just thinks it’s so cute that you need help with something so small, and then again he gets to see you in a beautiful dress - why would he not giggle to himself? you turn your back to him as you’re getting ready and ask him to zip you up. the sight of your bare back alone drives him a bit insane because yes, he’s that down bad. he would slowly drag your zipper up, feeling your skin with his fingertips while doing so. when he’s finally done, he leaves a small kiss on your shoulder - a non-vocal promise that he would also be helping you pull the zipper down later. then he would look you in the eye through the mirror, and speak to you in a soft and love-filled voice. he would run his hands up and down your back, tracing every curve and contour with his fingertips. he would then lean in and kiss you deeply, leaving you wanting more. you would both know that the night had only just begun.

“you look beautiful, makes me wanna stay here with you~”

𝓚𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓪 — he’s incredibly handsy. even offers help with putting on your dress. when you decline his generous offer, he pouts, but at least he gets to zip up your dress. As he does so, he makes sure that he kisses you all over. up and down your spine, and across your shoulder. he just desperately wants you to know how much he worships you. when you’re later ready to leave, he will help you put on your shoes as well, with the same amount of playfulness.

“i think you’ve put a spell on me, baby.”

𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓸 — when you walk into the room he’s waiting in, he immediately compliments you, telling you how gorgeous you look, only for you to cut him off and say that you need help with the zipper. Without another word, he gets up to help you pull the zipper up. he does so with class, the zipper doesn’t get stuck once. When he finishes, he asks you to turn around for him. You have a flustered smile on your face, and his eyes are so full of love."

“you’re stunning, I wish I could paint this beautiful view”

[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ BLOODSTREAM ✦ NEUVILLETTE.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ Neuvillette has always avoided you when he is in heat, more like ghosted you but not this time, not when you are knocking at his doorstep to take care of him.

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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣fem!redaer, abo dynamic,heavy marking, nipple stimulation, blood k!nk, cockwarming, knotting, piv + unprotected, monsterfucking, mention of rut, oral acts, mild dub-con; 1k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

There is a rustle of rumor amongst the people in Fontaine ever since you came to Fontaine in search of work, that Monsieur Neuvilette has a separate chamber, adjacent to his main office, where he spends his time when in a rut. Some people even say that he is just a pesky knockoff of god, inhuman, a puppet and so many more just because he enacts impartial judgment devoid of any feelings and emotions. But you begged to differ. They have not seen him closely like you. They have not seen him soaking himself wet when the sky weeps. They have not seen him when he is in your embrace. Like now.

Your fingers partly cover your face leaving room for the eyes as you inhale deeply, moaning and feeling a stinging pain inside your lower belly that makes you arch your head backward with a long inhaling moan. This is perhaps the fifth time he has made you cum and just by eating you out, surlping your juices and fingering your whole. You have lost track of it since every time you feel less sane, less human. As you gradually straighten your head again, accompanied by cloudy vision, shaky breaths, and sweaty skin you see Neuvillette licking the wounds on your supple skin. They are just love bites, you remind yourself feeling the sharp end of his fangs graze along your boobline. His tongue encircles around your pebbled nipple making you moan again. 

“Monsieur Neuvilette, Are you feeling better now?” you ask feeling his fangs sit along your boobline. He does not bite. He never does yet you find yourself crawling back to those evenings when he would keep you in his embrace, let his teeth touch your skin whenever he kisses you. He is cautious around you. You do not understand why he is like that even though there is no risk if he crosses the line more than that. Your relationship with the iudex is ambiguous at best, but those little moments always come back to haunt you. He has never fucked you before; sure there were intimate moments but never went to the point of sex. It is frustrating at times given he has confided so many things in you.

Neuvillette mouth pauses, hung open around your boob.He does not answer but rather poses a question.“Why did you come here again?” You recall having a need to visit him to submit some papers and also, to get some official papers signed by him. You wince as his tongue lapped over one of your wounds. “Remember. You asked for this.” He states before taking your nipple in his mouth, pulling it away by holding it with his lips. He is careful not to let his fangs touch, not to get swayed by desire. 

You do not deny any of it. It is true that you came to visit him during his rut when he strictly forbade you do so. Not only you but it is forbidden to visit him in his inner chambers for a certain time span once or twice in every month. Curiosity got the best of you, and the pressure of piles of papers had you totally forgotten about this rule. Breaking rule in Fontaine is not tolerated at any cost but perhaps once the chief justice regains himself he might punish you; maybe he is already doing it. 

“I know. I’m aware.” You exclaim and he holds you by your waist, curling his arms around them letting his eyes fall upon you. They seem to sparkle or maybe it is just the lightning. “I’m just a beta. There is nothing to worry about of we … if we.” 

Such a naive little thing you are. You stutter to say the very thing you wanna do. It makes his stone-cold heart warm. “You know nothing. But need not worry, I’ll give you a taste of it,” he whispers in your ears before focusing on what he was doing before. Your innocence tempts his desires so much. You try to laugh it off but then he says, “The rumours, they are not just rumours. Rumours grow when some of it is at least true, won’t you agree?” He arches you a little to align his cock with your entrance. You do not resist as he pushes his cock inside you.

The tip of his cock hits deep inside you as his knot starts to mature making you shut, tears pooling at the corner of them. His palms latched around your waist and they almost covered your whole waist now. His touch is cold, slippery, and wet. Neuvillette starts to make you bob up and down his cock as his cock grows inside you. The scales on his arms which you have so longed to see before were now slowly developing. He was transitioning. You want to see him but something blocks your eyes. It is not his hands, they are on your waist. A rumor that is shaping into a reality. 

You moan and whimper as you feel another orgasm approaching. You can feel his high emerging too but you can not see. Your eyes are wrapped with something but you can not focus on what it is because his cock is hitting your sweet spot with so much precision that all the pain you have endured so far is now becoming pleasurable. Hot spurs of liquid shoot inside of you while his fangs sink at the dip of your neck, biting and sucking your blood. You can feel it. The flow of your blood from your vein to his mouth. You can even hear him gulp. You think you are going to lose consciousness but you did not. 

You can see him now. His true form is in full glory. “You’re mine now.”  He exclaims letting his tongue clean the blood over your neck as he twirls and swings his tail. “It will take a while for me to get back to my human form. You can rest now.” he says, guiding your head along his nape as he keeps himself busy licking those two symmetrical wounds clean. It does not hurt, nor sting. Maybe it is him who is healing it.

[floylia]

ELYSIAN ♫

05. Time is a bargaining tool

Time is a bargaining tool.

Scara knew that.

“You want me to feature on your album?” You repeated Scara’s words, beginning to doubt your ability to hear, “Do you realize how risky that is?”

Scara bobbed his head with pleased a expression etched on his face as if his words weren’t weighted with worry, “That’s why I asked you if you were ready to take a risk.”

You stood up, unable to sit still, now pacing across the room. Bambi must have sensed your unease, because he too, started following you while rubbing himself against your legs, “On a normal occasion, I wouldn’t mind. But you’re playing with two careers here. I might sound frustrating, refusing your offer, but don’t blame me for being realistic.”

“When have I ever cared about reputations?”

You fought the urge to smack him back into his senses.

“Never, but you’re in an industry where the public’s opinion can change the trajectory of the career you’ve established for years.”

And I don’t want you to go through that as well.

“We’re not puppets.”

“That’s debatable.”

Scara sighed, tousling his hair once again—his nervous habit, “We shouldn’t let them control us.”

It’s easier said than done.

But you understood where he was coming from.

You faced him, offering your utmost sincerity, “I don’t want to drag you in my mess. Nor do I want to cause more trouble than necessary.”

Silence engulfed the room. You glanced over at your friend. He’s deep in thought, gaze intense, expression unreadable. But you knew he was scheming, thinking of ways to persuade you—anything to assure you that all’s well, ends well.

Because what Scara wants, Scara gets.

“How long is your hiatus?”

You shrugged your shoulder and decided to sit back down. Bambi trailed you as he leaped up the bed and onto your lap. Clingy cats are the best, “I don’t know, but they’ll probably kick me out before it’s over. I have less than three months left, anyway.”

“What if we use this opportunity?”

“What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms, “Tell your story. Your silence leaves for more assumptions to grow.”

“I would if they let me use my voice. I was planning to wait until my contract is up to take legal actions.”

He tilted his head, “Why can’t you now?”

“Because they’re silencing me. Especially since my accuser is from the same company,” You deadpanned, stating the obvious, a detail he may have forgotten.

Scaramouche scoffed in disbelief, eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head in disapproval, “But they’re willing to throw you under the bus and take her side over you?”

“Which is why I don’t want to be responsible for ruining the career you’ve built for years. Even my friends are receiving unnecessary hate just because they’re connected to me.”

“So it’s a lost cause?”

You nodded.

“Can you…” Scara hesitated, wondering if he should continue, “Can you think it over some more? At least until your hiatus is up?”

You crossed your arms, failing to hide the faint smile creeping across your lips, “You sound desperate.”

“Enjoying my misery?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll win you over, just wait.”

Time is a bargaining tool.

You realized that.

Notes:

“We’re not puppets.” Haha so about that

another update cause i feel bad for ghosting 🫡

hope you all enjoy :))

i’m sorry if i couldn’t tag you (bolded = couldn’t tag)

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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[yuyinesque]

KREIDEPRINZ | “𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.”

⚘ précis. ≡ he was a little curious as to how the female anatomy reacts to arousal; you were the individual that incessantly muddled his mind with this idea. because of this, he managed to charm you into laying you down on his table and taking his fingers in order to conclude a few factors.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ afab!reader; sub!reader x top!albedo, finger-fucking/excessive clit play, overstimulation, implied pussy worshipping, pussy studying, edging, squirting, gentle praise, albedo’s simply playing dumb with you.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft smut drabble/headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 1.5k.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

𖤥 The holder of Princeps Cretaceus, mm mm mm… anywayyy — This little chalk-based AI is a little too curious for his own good. I believe that you had to been not only aesthetically interesting to the eye, but have a mind of wisdom in order to have such an obsessive interest towards you. With this mind, it’s only a matter of time before he uses you as both a subject and a partner for his experiments, with your consent, of course, for you have an adoration towards him as well. (Un)fortunately, this only set you up for failure, for he was beginning to wonder how you would look in various positions.

𖤥 Now, I may not know much about Albedo, but I’m sure that an enabler would provoke these said thoughts. This said “enabler” is no other than you, the individual who is incapable of holding back their feelings for someone who could read you like a book, ESPECIALLY because he’s been studying you since you carry such a mysterious intensity within you.

𖤥 Hell, he may be an AI, but because of this he’s beyond stupid. It’s clear at times that you’ve been experiencing arousal, but he was unsure as to if you were experiencing it because of him specifically. Besides, he didn’t want to outwardly just ask without any context. Not only that’s an intimate question, but he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, let alone scare you off, now suffering from rejection. Still, the idea couldn’t be left undiscovered, I fear… Really, this whole thing is not about him studying it because he was clueless, he not only wanted a confirmation, but ponder about how YOU would behave if aroused … like like like like like listen-

𖤥 “I must take into account factors such as your temperature, texture, and contractions per minute after each orgasm,” He would divulge as his pallid fingers plunged deeper into your clenching hole, one that was greedily memorizing the taste of his skin to the point where it was her favorite dessert. His statements were definitely rhetorical and you knew it, seeing as you were incapable of formulating comprehensible words with the way he was finger-fucking you without any reasonable restraint bounding his actions. He was destined to complete his experiment, and he was sure that you were on your thirteenth- fourteenth clench. “As long as I have your approval, I do not believe that I’m overstepping any boundaries. You do agree, right Y/n?”

𖤥 NAAA LEMME COOK? HEAR ME OUT!!!

🧷 𝓗ad you haven’t been in a predicament where you could formulate appropriate thoughts, let alone speech that didn’t involve loud, lecherous blubbers, you would’ve retorted with an impish smile with corresponding titter, seeing as he was simply being careful despite his monotonous tone. It’s merely impossible to strangle out a few words since you were practically hyperventilating from overstimulation; there was quite literally never been a time where you’ve felt this overwhelmed during an experiment. Albedo is very considerate of your safety.

He claims that this would be safe as well: Sketching down a memorable image of your pretty pussy rapaciously contracting for his fingers, though instead he decided to use his fingers to polish your clit with vast zeal, earning a pearlescent drool of cum to cascade from your hole. He noted that he should add a glimmering adaptation to accentuate how the rushing river of cum titillate under the pale LED light, also the image of your fingertips delving into your plush thighs as you attempted to keep them up for as long as possible. Albedo however sighed in misfortune at this observation, especially at the way your thighs palpitated endlessly; there was only a matter of time until your body were to finally give into exhaustion. You were only human, after all. Therefore, he made sure to assert underneath his sketch of you that the three components were completed.

One: Temperature. How hot could it get? Normally the temperature inside the vaginal canal equates to a high fever when not aroused, but how hot does yours get during both stages? Unfortunately, Albedo was unable to determine the temperature during its natural stage, for you were already unbearably drenched before he could even give your pussy the time of day, tainting the steel table with the voracious drooling since she terribly craved him inside of her. He also concluded that utilizing a thermometer during the session would possibly bring down your mood (or heighten it, considering that he also noticed that you’re very fond of edging as much as overstimulation). He wondered if he should ask to take its temperature after he cleans everything up, but it wouldn’t correlate with his initial hypothesis.

Two: Texture. Generally speaking, the inside has an identical texture to the inside of your cheeks but… he still wanted to finalize that it stays that said texture before, during, and after sexual activity. Albedo certainly has definitely used his tongue to poke at the inside of his cheek while curling his fingers deep inside of you, carefully massaging your spot as your squeals sang saccharine tunes, whispering poetic praises that caused your noises to induce and circulate throughout the vast vicinity. As anticipated, the resemblance is there, but your walls were softer, but that could be because of how inundated you are. It was another uncompleted draft that he had to address on another occasion; it was beginning to miff him, though at least you were willing to trust him in one of your most vulnerable states.

Three: Contractions. Would it be too selfish for him to wonder how many times you’ll clench before each orgasm? Surely it was quite the push, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that’ll be the last time the two of you would perform something so intimate, therefore it’s best to have most if not all of his questions answered before departure. Not only has he determined how many times you’ve clenched before each orgasm, also determining that the number accumulates the more you cum, he’s estimated that you’ve contracted much more without his fingers rather than with them. Was it due to your acts of desperation? Yes, of course, that he figured as much, and he found the ideal flattering and promising, or even exciting. He could proudly deem that you were one of his favorite experiments yet, and truly desired more of you in different positions in later references.

And Ideally, Four: En–

“‘Bedo, Beh- ff-uh.. fuckfuckfuckfuck- please!” His train of calculations and concentration was vengefully disrupted by the guinea pig in question: you. The one who sobbed out hardly comprehensible beseeches in hopes Albedo has finally calculated enough data to grant you the opportunity to fucking breathe without hiccuping and choking on saliva. The one whose cum spluttered erotically out of their pussy, their juices acting as a varnish on your tumescent lips in order to preserve such finest chef-d'œuvre, and giving the steel table a shrine that’s never been achieved before. The one whose left leg was occasionally being pried away from their right by the alchemist’s gloved hand, seeing as he couldn’t help but feel selfishly miffed at the fact that they’re incapable of keeping them open for the sake of the hypothesis. However, it’s safe for the two of you that this experiment will require addressment… over a few shots, of course.

“What perfection…” Albedo’s cerulean blooming eyes eased with awe as he watched your writhing body twitch and writhe with each time he thrust his fingers inside you, but even when he decided to slow down a little, you were still too sensitive to inure the overbearing pleasure, therefore he decided to stop altogether by finally retracting his pallid fingers that were submerged with a thick ivory. For a moment he had the intrusive urge to give you a taste, but he already broke one of his promises, which was to go easy on you. “The moons surely favor you, don’t they?”

Your mind was too muddled to even comprehend the fact that he was praising you at the moment; you were still trying to find a way to close your legs without any more exertion, let alone rid the seething pain between them. Surely you weren’t complaining, but you were just as shocked as him. Rarely does he lose himself, especially during something of importance. “Perhaps I was being too edacious… it was never my objective to test your endurance … This was my mistake.”

With a sigh that could only disclose disappointment, he stood up from his chair after using a cloth to wipe his fingers clean. Then, while his expression still mordantly stoic, he gently lifted one of your legs to place them on his shoulder, cautiously wiping you down, squeezing your knee reassuringly when you jolted and whined when he began dapping your numbing clit with the cloth.

“We should conduct this on a later date, I'd say… next week. Certainly after your convalescence.. That way the both of us may conclude how well your body responds to penetration.”

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.

[yuyuns-doodles]

Hohohoho fufufufu

[confusion-star]

Silence

Neuvillette x reader [angst]

Rain will only fall once the hydro dragon weeps. A folktale of Fontaine that never grows old. Yet after a while everything has grown sunny and cheerful. The laugh of the citizens around the streets, sweet roses around the air, you and neuvillette. It was a dream come true. Nothing could ever ruin the moment..

...

But if only the moment could stay a night longer...

With tears in your eyes you plead the court to lift the case of one of the disappearance case. You had the house of the heart's full support in this case. But even so.. There's only so much they could do..

The court continued like any other. So far.. It was going for the worse. Like any other the rules are places where you also have to follow.. No matter what.

"Neuvillette please believe me!" The disappointment in his eyes were not to blame. And he found you to the reason. You cried, and cried, and cried.. Begging to the gods to change your fate.

The trial had moved on and the oratrice mechanique d'analyse cardinale.. Found you guilty. No one spoke a word.. The silence was really a blooming flower as Monsieur neuvillette was at lost for words.

"Ahem. Defendant is guilty.. Punished with free of punishment."

As you become the main focus.. You knew.. Almost everyone you loved.. had given you up... Friends? Family?.. Neuvillette?... Nobody cares..

You ponder.. Was this.. What your life was meant to be all this time..? Alone... Punished with no punishment.. Just to serve guilt...

The chief justice looks towards the answer and puts it back where it belongs. "Order! This trial is invalid. We shall see each other again once we have a solid conclusion!" The crowd died down and everything will only turn from there right..?

[nat-ter]

look me in the eye and tell me this is not an equivalent of pulling ponytails on the playground

he could've literally walked away without getting noticed. but nooo. my guy walked up to us, jabbed at kaveh about his loud voice right away and then proceeded to pull his ponytail over and over again like my guy my dude my bro you're so in love it's sickening

[cheri-2047]

you drink away your problems

this is an x reader

Characters: xiao, lyney,

warnings: alcohol is mentioned,

This is not proofread at all dawg

XIAO:

You were extremely drunk at the tavern, your cheeks flushed and your mind in a haze. You had been running away from your problems until you physically couldn’t take it anymore. You were on the verge of a breakdown as you decided to try to run away again by ingesting a huge amount of alcohol. Your head was in your arms, mumbling things you yourself don’t understand. As you ordered another bottle of wine, the bartender started to get concerned. “Uh…traveler ? You’ve had multiple bottles already…are you sure?” You nodded your head. You got so used to having large amounts of alcohol because you drink away your problems a lot. You’re here so often that the bartender knows who to call when you drink too much. “Traveler, what’s your boyfriend’s name again?” The bartender asked. “….xiao.”

it was at this moment that Xiao appeared on the entrance of the tavern. The bartender nodding to him as he left you alone. Xiao watched as you drank another glass of wine, quickly taking it away from your grasp. “…..darling..?” You turned your head up as you saw your boyfriends concerned face. “Let’s go home yeah?” Xiao wasn’t good at comfort, he wasn’t sure how to do it at all. But he has his own little ways of showing that he cares. As you try to stand, you immediately fall to xiao’s side. ‘How much did y/n drink?’ Xiao thought to himself as he slowly walked you home.

when you arrived, he set you on the bed, helping you change out of your clothes so that you’re in your pajamas. He sat on the bed next to you as he held your hand. You knew tears were falling out of your eyes, but you weren’t exactly sobbing. Xiao then sat in front of you, as he pulled you into a hug so you can cry on his shoulder. “I…am not the best at comforting…but I’m here to listen.”

As you talked about your problems, head on xiao’s shoulder, you felt him rubbing your back and nodding. Soon you were starting to fall asleep. Xiao tucks you in and lays next to you, hugging you. The next morning he helps you think of some solutions

ok me personally I like to headcanon that xiao isn’t so big in physical touch, but when you’re sad he would do anything to make you feel better

LYNEY:

So many bad things have been happening lately but you didn’t want it to bother you, so you ignored it. Until one day, someone said something that got you reminded of it, This time it wouldn’t leave your head. You were on the dining table with nothing but bottles of wine around you. You seemed to drink an endless amount of alcohol but your problems wouldn’t be erased by it. Just as you were drinking another glass, your boyfriend came home. “Mon Cherie! I’m ho- darling?!” He drops his bags and rushes to you, quickly taking the glass away from your hands. He scanned the table, seeing the empty bottles of wine. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” He exclaimed, extremely worried about you. He pushed all the bottles away as he noticed the sorrow in your eyes. He knew something was up, and he felt a small guilt in only adding to it by yelling. “Oh…Mon amour…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell..”

He hugged you tightly as he saw your tear stained cheeks. You burries your head on his shoulder, as he rubbed your back in circles. “Let it all out my love…” you couldn’t control your tears anymore as you wept in his arms. You tried to explain what was happening but your sobs refrained you from doing that. You couldn’t form complete words from your sobbing. “You don’t have to explain now…you can tell me in the morning. Just let all your sorrows out.”

as you cried and cried, you started to fall asleep. “Good night mon cherie…” lyney said as he carried you and brought you to your bed, laying down next to you before planting a kiss on your cheek, both of you cuddling.

the next morning, he wakes up early to prepare breakfast for you. Then you guys talk about what happened.

mb if I accidentally miscaharyerized them

[chillypowder]

Regretful Petals

Pair: Ayato Kamisato x Reader

"Love, unreturned, is like a flower without sunlight – destined to wither and fade."

As the Reader made their way to their bed, they felt increasingly sluggish, with a sense of impending doom settling over them. Suddenly, waves of nausea and a sharp pain in their chest robbed them of breath, leading to violent coughing that expelled not just delicate petals, but also an alarming number of stems and thorns. Dizziness overcame them, and the world spun as they collapsed, consciousness slipping away. In their final moments, the Reader reflected on a life filled with unfairness, a yearning for love and reciprocity that had remained unfulfilled. They considered their love for Ayato a sin, a tragic result of unreturned feelings and the cruel embrace of the hanahaki disease. As darkness enveloped them, the Reader's last whispered words echoed in the empty chamber - "I love you."

This was written in the bus home so it's kind of looks hurried so I apologize

[wannacookie]

❕❗❕SPOILER❗❕❗

Ginger guy got rizz

[chi-icha]

This is a very oddly specific request, but is it possible for you to have a comfort scenario with Wanderer/Scaramouche where an autistic reader has been feeling insecure and hurt regarding their flat affect because a manager at work essentially embarrassed them publicly by treating them like a child and accused them of "having attitude" when they were asking a simple question all because the manager decided a monotonous voice = attitude, and because of that they've started masking more obviously, have stopped speaking as often for the most part and only use very exaggerated and fake tones when they do speak.

I recently this happen to me and the whole argument with my manager has left me so embarrassed and ashamed of my autism, my meltdowns and my flat affect that I'm literally handing my resignation in the next shift I have and I'd love a comfort scenario for it, especially since I tend to see Wanderer as autistic, since his vocal tone in EN feels very similar to my own in some ways- I feel like he'd get it.

I apologise if the prompt is too overly specific or if it's unclear but I felt I'd ask anyway because I feel so hurt ashamed right now and don't even want to speak anymore and I hate feeling like that over something I have no control of.

oh dear, i’m really sorry that happened to u :( i understand how hard it is to communicate when you have difficulty doing it. even if i myself don’t have autism, i understand that people who do have difficulty in daily life. people all around should respect and try to help instead of making a whole deal out of it

and don’t apologise!! nothing is your fault to begin with, and you don’t have to apologise for something you can’t control or are not even conscious about it.

you feel your eyes prick with tears, even if you don’t want to cry. it makes you feel weak, and no one should be weak, or so you thought.

you feel like punching your manager, but that’s not allowed. what else are you supposed to do? just let them treat you like a child and deal with it. fuck, no.

you sit down on a bench in a particularly isolated area in Sumeru, hoping to god no one comes and bothers at this time of day. After fighting with your manager about something that could’ve just been resolved without a problem, you feel exhausted, lonely, even.

“crying alone? I thought I’d never see the day.” a slightly flat voice comes from in front of you, a few metres away. you know that voice, and it gives a slight smile to your face and a warm feeling in your chest.

there he stood, crossing his arms while having a small, amused smile on his face. but it’s not the kind of smile that’s meant to mock you, it’s more like a jab that close friends do; harmless and a little funny despite the situation.

“shut up..” you mumble while gently wiping your eyes, the smile rising on your face despite trying to hide it, not wanting to please that fucker. Wanderer huffs softly, then invites himself to sit beside you and crosses his legs while propping his chin on his palm, elbow neatly placed on his knee just so he could get a good look at you.

sure, seeing you cry was a little rare to see since you always seem so.. monotonous or flat, for lack of better word. he knew little bits of what your relationship with your manager was, and to say he was disgusted was an understatement at best.

“manager?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow and tilting his head slightly to the side.

he knew how to read you like an open book, which is both a blessing and a curse.

“yeah,” your voice was soft, and he immediately caught up on that. usually your voice would be at the same pitch he’s used to. “nothing much though, just..”

you trail off, not knowing how to finish your sentence without thinking of how much of wuss you sound like. you bite your lip, and his form a soft frown.

the silence draws for a little longer, and you feel like you should’ve shut up. your head hangs low, your thumbs fiddling together and mentally beating yourself up for creating such an awkward atmosphere from just trying to speak. fuck, why was speaking so hard—

he hums, just a flat one that seemed to silently say he understood whatever you were trying to silently say.

he inches closer, hand holding the back of your head before pulling your body close to his. he hopes his artificial skin would help you warm up, even if just a little could be nice.

with the help of his comforting touch despite the coldness of his artificial skin, you chuckle softly despite the tears gently streaming down your cheeks. just small ones, but wanderer finds himself wiping them away anyway.

“that’s enough crying,” he cringes at his own voice, failing miserably at trying to form a warm tone and he stays silent, hoping you just understand that he’s genuinely trying to comfort you.

you smile softly, burying your face a little on his neck to not let anyone else see you cry as your arms softly wrap around him, squeezing gently to relieve some of your own tension.

“thank you.”

your voice was but a whisper, but he finds his skin to redden slightly anyway.

please please pleasee correct me if anything is incorrect about autism or any other issues about my writing :(( i have no friends or relatives who have autism, so i really don’t know what it’s like. i made a little research about it but i really don’t know if it’s correct or not 😔

[velporeon-draws]

He’s anxious :<

[those-gremlin-grapes]

Genshin Bronya/Seele designs!! If there is no Genshin Seele i will be soso sad.

[softnangstt]

IM SO NORMAL IM THE NORMALIEST I’VE EVER BEEN IM SO NORMAL THE DEFINITION OF NORMAL