#genshin impact x trader

[chocotonez]

the little things with tighnari

a/n: such a cutie :,) my little dendro ganyu

warnings/genre: fluff, swearing, minor medical stuff

tighnari who absentmindedly holds your hand when you go on walks together, squeezing you ever so slightly at the sound of thunder

tighnari who keeps a special box of bandaids just for you, and who yells at any other ranger who tries to get in the stash

tighnari who goes to you, lays his head in your lap and shits on the akademiya and stupid adventurers as you play with his ears

tighnari who takes you to pardis dhyai and messes with you by sticking flowers in your hair or thwacking you with loose branches

tighnari who talks about you in his letters to cyno, endearingly calling you stupid and a dumbass (but in a refined manner <3)

tighnari who takes special care in memorizing your route through the woods, so he can double check you got through it safely

tighnari who cultivates plants on his own time because he thinks you’ll like them

tighnari who lets you do his hair, and secretly loves it

tighnari who lets you bother him while he works, who always tolerates you even if he can be a bit of an ass about it <3

tighnari who never hesitates to throw hands if anyone else talks shit about you

tighnari who always speaks of you highly to others, endearingly praising your accomplishments or feats

tighnari who looks to you when someone asks a stupid question, giving you a deadpan look that always makes you giggle

[knavesflames]

Anon: [Virgin reader who has Arle convinced she’s not a virgin and Arle realizes this mid-foreplay]

Hello 😧 I’m back with this. This time I believe I’ve read it correctly!! I made this one a bit longer for the inconvenience HAHAHA, either way, I hope you enjoy it now if you see this anon.

Word count: 1428

Contents: fingering, arlecchino being a lil tipsy, soft

Nsft utc!

You seem to realise about a year into your relationship that maybe you should have given up the lie. You’re not experienced, and if anything, you’re the complete opposite. You’ve barely kissed anyone. Arlecchino counts, obviously, but you’ve only kissed her and you’ve been lucky enough to worm your way out of sex and conversations about it every time.

Arlecchino is a busy woman, is she not? She is often away in Fontaine, or Sumeru, or Archons knows where else, it’s not exactly like she has time. Does it stop the murmured apologies spilling from her lips? No. Does it bother you? Also no. If anything, you’re worried for the day she figures it out. You shouldn’t have lied, you know this, but when the chance of being Arlecchino’s arose, you didn’t want her to come up with any reason to backtrack. So, you lied. Arlecchino is.. incredibly experienced, to say the least. You’ve heard the way the girls talk about The Knave in the town. How, way before you, she would go through three girls a night, at the same time, and none of them could think straight for the next week. You have no doubts she’d be gentle with you, and yet..

You don’t want to disappoint her. It isn’t that you don’t want to have sex, more that you’re worried you won’t be enough for her, you won’t be able to make her feel good (and that you’re nervous about your own pleasure).

So, what a shame (and a blessing) when she comes home tipsy after a Fatui gathering. You want to have sex with her so bad, so bad, in fact, you can feel it, and you wonder if this is the perfect time. She’s tipsy, she may not remember, and then you’re not really lying, are you?

It doesn’t seem to work out that way for you, though. Her kisses are as soft as always, but hungrier as she leads you towards the bedroom. Her hand is firm around your waist as she lowers you onto the bed, your satin nightdress billowing around you. You hear a small grunt as she flops down next to you before her lips meet yours again. Gracious when she’s tipsy, she is not. It’s almost comical, and you’d laugh if your head wasn’t running wild. Your hands move to remove her shirt, which is easy enough when she moves with you to help it along.

Mumbles of how good you smell and how tipsy she is leaves her lips and you manage to snicker in all your nervousness. The sound is quickly cut short by a sharp intake of breath when her fingers begin dancing up your thigh, your heart pounding more than it would, had you been experienced like you claim you are. Nevertheless, your own hands work their way under the waistband of her underwear, clumsily finding their way to where you’ve imagined touching her. You become lost in your thoughts, completely affected by the way you have to pretend you know what you’re doing, to the point you don’t even realise when she’s whispering your name softly.

Arlecchino’s eyebrows furrow and she uncharacteristically giggles as you try to find your way between her folds. It’s so clumsy, it’s almost like you haven’t done this before, and you’re the sober one. She studies you a little more, the way your lip is caught between your teeth, your breath a mix of nervousness and desire, and then it clicks. Her fingers wrap around your wrist, gently dragging your hand out of her underwear before her head rests on your shoulder.

“You haven’t done this before,” she murmurs as her lips graze against your neck. “Why did you lie?”

“I have!” You’re so quick to protest against her words, but to her, it’s just proving her point. With a soft sigh, she moves you on top of her so you can’t look away. You can tell in Arlecchino’s eyes she’s sobered up, at least a little.

“I mean this with a lot of affection, dear, but you can’t find the clitoris, and I am the drunk one.”

With a groan, you hide your face between her breasts in an attempt to conceal the heat on your cheeks. Her charred fingers move to your hair, carding through the strands as she questions you, her usually stern voice just a little softer.

“Do you want to, or are you agreeing because of me? Lie and I won’t be pleased.”

“I want to, I’m nervous.”

A low rumble leaves her throat, almost her usual laugh, and somehow more tipsy than the giggle she let out earlier. She flips the position, satisfied when she towers over you. “Then let me take care of you,” she whispers huskily against the shell of your ear. “I’ll show you how it works.”

Her eyebrow quirks, her red crosses piercing into your own irises as she waits for an answer. You pay attention the way your heart speeds up in pure excitement, and your body betrays any words that could leave your lips when you nod. You hear a hum leave Arlecchino’s mouth before her hands travel again, moving inside of the nightdress you so often wear. With your fingers twitching, you move under her waistband again, only for your hand to be gently pushed out.

“You tonight. Relax, I’ll make it nice.”

Your back instinctively arches when the pad of her thumb presses against your clit, your eyes closing as a shaky breath leaves your mouth. Her thumb pulls back quickly after, inspecting the newly achieved glisten on her skin. “So wet already,” she muses, locking her eyes on you as her thumb disappears beyond her lips. “You taste good, too.”

You make a noise that could only be described as a small whine in response. A whine of what, embarrassment? Arousal? You don’t know. Arlecchino does. Her thumb leaves her mouth with a pop before it meets the nerve bundle again, rubbing small, gentle circles to relax you. And relax you, it does, small noises of appreciation escaping you every so often.

“Ready?” She smirks against your cheek when you nod, making sure your lips are right next to her ear when she slides her finger inside of you, a shudder going down her spine at the delicious noise you made. Waiting until you’re comfortable, the finger stays unmoving until your hips buck up, initiating movement. It’s a slow rhythm, every pump and curl drawing out mewls and whines as your hands move to clutch at any part of her you can. One ends up around her shoulders, the other intertwined with her free hand.

“It’s okay,” she mumbles through her own heavy breath, clearly affected by your sounds and the movements of your hips against her middle finger. “Breathe, keep moving, keep making those pretty little sounds for me.”

Arlecchino’s words are punctuated by a particularly good curl and a small massage to the spongy spot inside of you, her own groan sounding in your ear when you flutter around her finger. “You’re so pretty. So pretty, and all mine, and I get to take you. Archons—“

The words are cut off by another groan, one that was clearly repressed for a few seconds. She isn’t even being touched, and somehow she’s receiving pleasure just from your own reactions. Either she’s desperate, or you just affect her that much. Her digits continue the movement, taking care to not scratch you with the nails she prides herself on, pressing and curling and pumping slowly until your whines are desperate and your walls are clenching against her.

“I know, baby, I know. Let it happen, hm? Remember to breathe. Good girl, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” She breathes, smirking at your response (which is in fact, just another whimper). You feel it building and building until you feel like your skin is on fire and you’re about to explode, and then your back arches, your eyes shooting open as your hand tightens around hers. Your hips jerk up erratically, and she presses kisses to your forehead when you ride the high she’s so happy to have given you.

When you finally come down, able to make sense of the world around you, she chuckles, a low, velvety chuckle, making use of your nails to create goosebumps on your skin as she lazily drags them over your arm. “I was nice tonight, but if you ever lie to me about something as important as this again, I will not be as kind. Understand?”

[dandelionterminal]

Go go go

I will of course be finishing the plus size/chubby readers first and continue working on Cynari fic but I have lots of ideas.

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[aylinvail]

"Although looking back at it now, it was hardly an inheritance one dreams of. Between the task of saving the von Valancius protectorate, the quotidian duties of the Rogue Trader, and not to mention the tech heresy Lady Theodora and Amarnat began together -- I dare say she left me quite a colossal mess to clean up."

WH40K RT x Genshin Impact? Yes.

[uniquegamers21]

The days of doom

(Genshin impact roleplay)(One x One PRIVATE Roleplay)

  [Childe]

He put the portal a little far from the Liyue harbour. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. The place seems calm and peaceful as always. Many traders come and leave from Liyue harbour. As expected of Liyue Qixing, she is indeed Pantalone's rival in terms of business. However, the city looks rather lively than before. They even added some decoration as well. Ah, is it nearly Lantern Rite? What a perfect timing! This would be the very first time he took her to Lantern Rite. It seems they decorated it with the statue of Yaksha and kite. He saw many children trying to fly the Jade Chamber kite. Some of them choose a whopper flower kite. Maybe, he should make his own kite later. 

 "Now, Welcome to Liyue Harbour my princess~ we should go to Northland Bank and take some cash. Besides, we came at the right time. See those decorations? They're preparing for Lantern Rite tonight. I bet they even hired Wushu dancing this year. I'm sure you will like it. Shall we go now?" Childe winked at her teasingly. It would be great if she could make up her mind and join Fatui instead. That way, he could keep an eye on her. Unfortunately, what Childe didn't know was that he wasn't the only one who would keep an eye on her. A man with a half mask sensed a portal nearby. However, he couldn't feel any abyss presence at all. Putting his money on the table, the man leaves the tea house and checks whoever it is. If they weren't the abyss, perhaps he could ask them how they did it. If they were the abyss, he had to get ready to fight. 

​​​​​​"uh, sir?" Dainsleif shook his head and waved his hand at the waiter. "You can take the change." The waiter looked confused, he stared at the money before looking back at him. "Uh..actually, you gave me less than the price...you need 1000 more." Dainsleif went silent for a while. "Ah, I see...my apologies. Wait a moment.." When he wanted to take mora from his pocket, he couldn't find it. 'Wait, where's my mora?' He kept searching around and still couldn't find it. "Wait, don't tell me...that kid- ugh...I never thought today would be a bad day. Excuse me for a moment. I will go back here once I get my wallet" Dainsleif quickly ran out, he need to find his wallet quickly and find whoever that was! "Sir! You can't leave without paying! You there, call security catch him!"

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Inside Liyue harbour, Childe took her to Northland Bank. They welcomed her warmly and provided the amounts he asked for. After all, he is the harbinger. Even if he is the last one, he still did some work to raise their finances as well- ah, wait a minute, if she joined the Fatui, that does mean she will meet Pantalone as well. Ugh, he loves those more, but his monologues are too long for him to handle. Not to mention, the crazy doctor and his segments as well. Somehow, he started to change his mind about her joining the Fatui. Shaking his head at his random thoughts, Childe filled in the paper before the receptionist gave him the mora. "So, why don't we take a look at the kite? I'm sure you would love it,  or perhaps we should taste delicious food at the Pavilion? After all, master doesn't have a good taste...or maybe we should make a kite instead?" 

"Making kite? That does sound like a good idea...it's rare to see you do it with your own hands. I still remember the time when you paid a large amount of more to make a custom kite" A young man in a perfectly neat suit appeared behind them. He smiled warmly at both of them. He bowed at Demetra like a true gentleman. "Good evening miss, I am Zhongli, working in funeral parlour as a consultant. It's rare to see Mister Childe with someone as beautiful as you." Zhongli always acts like a true gentleman, even in the way he speaks, he chooses his words carefully. "Ah, Mister Zhongli. Good evening, I never thought I would meet you again here." Childe's expression remains the same, however, his body language is different than before. He pulled Demetra closer to him as if to show him that she belonged to her.

"That's right, she is my friend. Perhaps deeper than a friend. I want her to enjoy her first Lantern Rite"

"is that so? I had a close acquaintance who was an expert in making kites. Perhaps, I could introduce both of you to her? Of course, it depends on you miss."

Both Zhongli and Childe stared at her, waiting for the answer. Zhongli seems curious and would like to know her better. As for Childe, he is acting childish and possessive.

[ Ruka ]

"Is that so? entertain me then~" She winked at him playfully. It's been a while since the last time she spoke to another person. This person seems interesting enough, at least more interesting than the other akademiya student she stalk observed. There's another person that she kept her eye on, what was her name again? Soh- something? Instead of those technology from Khaenriah, she chooses to study animals from forests instead. She's quite unique, maybe he knows her?  "Ah, I saw one girl around the forest, she studied animals..what was her name again? Sohre? Shore? Sometimes she sneaks out as well, maybe you know her? Or perhaps you can relay a message later. If she kept doing that those animals could be the death of her. Well, now, how about we go and see more of those ruins Zandik?  I know someplace that may look interesting to you. I won't accept No for answer. Considering this as repayment that I saved your life." Actually, this is only a reason to get to know him better. She can't be a creepy stalker all the time. Aether kept reminding her to not be seen by others for the sake of their plan. Sometimes, she wondered why those people were so curious about Khaenriah. After all, they're doomed with the curse of immortality. Some of them even turned into a monster. Only a few of them survive including her. Ruka felt grateful that Aether saved her life on time. She could never forget what happened that day. Shaking her head, she put those thoughts deeper into her mind and walked ahead of him, showing the way. 

​​​​​​After 1 hour on the roads...

"those damn eremites.... seriously! Do I look like a spoiled elite girl or something?!" A long tiring sigh escaped from her small lips. Kicking the unconscious eremites on the ground, she gave him another smack just for her own satisfaction. Those eremites were guarding her secret tunnel and it made her furious that they found her secret alone place. Perhaps someone hiring them to find out about those sites? "Ahem, sorry about that. So, here is the secret tunnel that I found. Great isn't it?" Ruka grinned, feeling proud that she could find a secret path in a foreign land without Aether. She placed her hands on the late vines that close the entrance. Whispering the secret words, the vines slowly retract themselves. "Now, let's go to this cave" She pulled his hands and showed him what the cave could offer. As she kept pulling him, they went deeper underground. However, the sights are definitely worth it. "So, what do you think about this one?" There's a large tree in the middle, it's such a beautiful scenery. Under the there are purple carpet and some fluffy dolls that she brought. "Ahem, I just trying to make myself comfortable. Anyway, the one you are looking for, is over there" She pointed at another path across the tree. She quickly shows it to him. There are surprisingly a lot of ruins guards and the biggest one remains intact. "Oh! Here, I take off the circuit since it keeps firing missiles. Why don't you enjoy yourself now? I will be right there under the tree. You can come to me first when you are finished." It should be alright since he won't take a long time...right? Let's hope Aether won't scold her about this. Walking away from him, she decided to take a rest and lay on the carpet, closing her eyes for a while. The quietness of this place calms her mind, maybe it is alright to take a nap for a few minutes...

[demonicintegrity]

Re: Unity’s bullshit

I was talking to my boss about it this morning and he explained that what this is a “stealth contract” because it went as “if you use X by Y date, you’re agreeing to Z new terms.”

Now he said stealth contracts have been upheld before. But not always. It seems like it takes work to prove it in any sort of meaningful way in the court of law. So it can go either way it seems.

What this seems to assume is that any legacy works (I.e Cult of the Lamb, Hollow Knight, any games that are already done and published) probably won’t have to pay up because they agreed to the old contract and were published to the old contract. But as we heard, Cotl is probably gonna pull the game anyway just to be safe. And any already published game is basically guaranteed to never have an updated version or dlc just to be safe from accidentally agreeing to the new contract.

What this still fucks over is games currently in development (Silksong, Billy Bam, etc) because if they published after that date, they’re reasonably held to the new rules. Which are shitty no good rules no one wants to have. And now games in development are stuck because transferring all that work is an ordeal. An ordeal that affects budget and timelines. So now the choice is up to them to either delay timeline to try and transfer/rewrite things in an different engine or just cut losses and scrap things all together.

True limbo is MMO things built on Unity. Apparently Genshin Impact and Pokemon GO were built on/in part in unity?? So who knows what rules they’ll have to abide by. Old installs could be fine but new ones might not be which sucks bc when people get new devices/have tech issues they have to reinstall these things. I have not a guess how the rules would be interpret for them. Bc on one hand they were published on the old rules, but on the other hand it’s my understanding these kinda games are constantly published new versions so those new versions might be held to the new contract???

Even if Unity walks this terrible concept back, they’ve lost all trust. Because apparently this is under EA’s bastard that has been known to do insider trading, so no one will want to risk it anymore. Best case scenario is Unity walks this back, whatever games are in development get published without a hitch and then those developers jump ship to a different engine they trust won’t ever pull this. And the inside trader gets charged for insider trading.

Worst case scenario is this ends up being a weird and messy legal battle in which big companies are able to afford the fight to say they’re legacy into the old contract but smaller companies will struggle to afford to do that even if big companies are winning cases and setting precedents.

So uh. What a headache to be a creative right now amiright?

[pipnchips202]

hello, hello! :)

so, my name is piper, and here’s one thing you need to know about me: i’m obsessed with valgrace.

but there’s a lot more you ought to know, too! so i made this post.

i’m a minor in junior high school and an aspiring writer, director, and theatre actor ; i’m genderfluid, aroace, & i use she/he/they pronouns with a slight preference for she/he. :))

i’m not going to link other social medias/accounts here because this is actually the fourth tumblr account i have and is admittedly a bit of an escape from my other ones (not that there’s much to escape from, really — i’m just dramatic Like That). i also have adhd!

ah, now to the important stuff.

FANDOMS: pjo/hoo/riordanverse, the hunger games, kpop (mostly twice, nmixx, itzy, lesserafim, & skz, but i’m getting into a lot more groups), conan gray, infinity train, the magnus archives, dead poets society, everything everywhere all at once, the good place, ethics town, voltron, the stanley parable, the owl house, pokémon, animal crossing, stardew valley, writeblr, genshin impact, honkai star rail, project sekai, alien stage, musicals (hadestown, into the woods, bmc, etc.), a lot of books (such as agggtm, the secret history, babel, etc.), AND the oddly specific but surprisingly dense community of hero x villain snippets here on tumblr.

DNI IF you’re a proshipper (especially if you romantically ship things like pernico & jasico), anti of my favs, still opposed to leah as annabeth in the pjo show (seriously?? grow up), racist/homophobic/transphobic etc, zionist, & you fund/support that “bring back ofmd” campaign [why is that a bad thing? a) that money could go to way better things, b) the show stars literal zionists, including taika waititi, & c) it is about/romanticizes real pirates who were slave-traders. like, what the fuck.]

🇵🇸🍉 I WILL REGULARLY REBLOG POSTS RELATED TO THE ONGOING GENOCIDE IN PALESTINE. (and also occasionally posts that relate to my moral views, such as / for example, a post criticizing taylor swift’s actions as a billionaire. please keep that in mind before following. also note that i am not a taylor swift hater, as one might assume from the former thing i just said — i am just a firm believer that celebrities & public figures should be held accountable for their actions. i’m, like, a quarter swifite, i guess? i like her music.)

aaaaand that’s about it. thanks for reading; peace! ✌️

— piper :))

[augustinewrites]

i love ayato

the orders you’d received for this assignment had been simple: 

wait around in uyuu restaurant in plainclothes to get eyes on the target. discern his motives through some good ol’ fashioned eavesdropping, and report back. 

you were meant to sit at the bar, where you could see all the exits, the stairs, and all the guests. yet when you’d arrived and told them the name your reservation was under, they’d led you to a private table in the corner of the room. 

“there must be a mistake,” you frown as you’re sat down and handed a menu. this is hardly an appropriate vantage point. you can’t see the face of the guests at the bar, nor do you have eyes on the exits. 

“there is no mistake,” a familiar voice answers, and of course, stepping around the partition is none other than your boss. ayato’s wearing that smile as he approaches the table, the one you’ve seen him use to manipulate thoma into trying some suspicious looking drinks, or other clan leaders into traps.

(the one that, in your experience, almost always means, ‘i’m up to something.’)

“can i start you both with something to drink?” 

“just bring what we discussed, please,” ayato says before you can get a word out. then, to you, “you look confused. the yashiro commission promised to take care of your reservation. is the table not to your liking?”

the table is not your issue. well, not completely. 

“what are you doing here?”

he pays no mind to your sharp tone, simply slipping off his coat and handing it off to be put away. “what kind of boss would i be, if i did not check in with my employees from time to time?”

“this isn’t checking in,” you snap, glancing around when a few heads turn your way. “you’re interfering with my job. i should have you detained.”

“oh?” he asks, looking all too smug as he settles himself across from you. “and on whose authority?”

you bite back your retort as the waiter brings a bottle of dandelion wine to the table. how they managed to obtained imported wine from mondstadt when the country was closed was a mystery to you, but you have a feeling the man across from you might be responsible.

so you allow yourself a small sip your wine (you are still on the job, after all), watching warily as he discreetly places a hefty tip into the waiter’s palm. 

“is there a reason you’re here, sir?” 

ayato grins over the rim of his cup. “well, i like to think we’re merely enjoying each other’s company. also— you know how i feel about you using such formalities.”

you simply roll your eyes at him, setting your cup down gently. “well, when i’m technically supposed to be working, so it doesn’t feel right to call you by your name, my lord.” 

ayato sighs, placing his cup on the table and folding his hands over his desk as he studies you in that all too analytical way of his. “yet you feel comfortable enough to call thoma by his name in any capacity. how is this any different?”

“thoma is not the yashiro commissioner, nor is he my boss. he’s my friend.” 

he huffs at that, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting in a way that ayaka would call ‘petulant and childlike.’ “well, since i am your boss, i’ve a mind to order you to address me informally. as you would a friend.” 

“and i believe that’s what people an abuse of power.” 

his hum is accompanied by a slight tilt of his head. “why let it go to waste?”

you sigh, picking up your cup and taking longer than normal sip before murmuring, “there was never any mission, was there?”

and there’s that handsome grin again, but this time it’s accompanied that look. the one reserved for you. it’s not cold or calculating or sharp. it’s almost…fond. 

“ayato–”

the waiter chooses that moment to return, notepad in hand as he asks, “are we ready to order?” 

—

“i am perfectly capable of finding my way home,” you sigh. “you didn’t need to walk me.” 

“i know,” ayato hums. “i just wanted to.”

you roll your eyes, but don’t say anything more as the two of you stroll through inazuma city. it’s quiet between you two, and you can’t help but notice the comfortable space between you both slowly beginning to dwindle.

it could be nothing, you tell yourself. the wanting to see you, the playful banter, the dinner. it could be nothing. maybe you’re reading too far into it.

“it is a lovely night, is it not?”

his hand brushes yours. you pull your hand away.

“what are you doing?” you whisper harshly, glancing around at the various bystanders gawking at you both, in awe of the rare sight of the yashiro commissioner perusing the street.

who just tried to hold your hand. you’re mortified. your heart is racing.

you want to hold his hand too.

but even if you want to, you can’t. you shouldn’t. he’s your boss. a member of the tri-commission. the head of a very powerful clan.

and you’re just you.

it must be written all over your face, this mix of emotions you’re cycling through, because ayato takes a step back, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“i apologize if that was too forward of me. i’d thought….”

“it’s okay,” you assure him quietly. “just…not now. not here.”

“so you’d be okay if we…” he glances around, at the people whispering around you both. “elsewhere?”

“if you can get more of that wine…maybe.”

[malleux]

sfw dating hc’s. | l.m

-> Pairing: Lisa Minci x GN!Reader

-> Fandom: Genshin Impact

-> Genre: Fluff, Headcanons

-> Request: “Hey there! Is it alright if I can request SFW Lisa dating headcanons from Genshin Impact? Thank you and have a great day!”

-> A/N: thank you for the request! it’s been ages since i’ve written like... dating headcanons that i think i lost my groove a little, hence why it’s definitely all over the place, but i hope this is acceptable!

so, lisa is rather touchy. let’s get that out of the way

but she’s not very,, grand about it. it’s subtle gestures of affection

a brush of her hand against your cheek, holding your hand casually, laying her hand on your thigh while you’re seated next to each other, small things that not everyone can see

she’s not one for big gestures. either people know you’re hers or they don’t

speaking of, she doesn’t get insanely jealous. lisa trusts you to handle your own problems and knows you’re strong enough to ward off anybody making a move, but sometimes they just don’t leave

that’s when she steps in

it literally just takes a smile and a “what are you talking about with my s/o?~” to make the pursuer back off

reading dates >>>>

sometimes you and lisa just like to cuddle up on the couch or in bed by the fire and read. sometimes she’ll read to you, sometimes you’ll read separate books. it’s just really peaceful and relaxing for both of you

you take her lunch at the library! she’s not too keen on eating around the books, so the two of you will sit outside on a bench and eat for her lunch break

lisa’s kisses are super soft and sweet. she’s great at it, too. even the littlest pecks are enough to warm you from your head to your toes

lisa also really, really likes to fluster you. in public or privately, she absolutely adores seeing your face burning red because of something she said or did. she thinks you’re just the cutest thing ever

tl;dr, lisa’s great. being in a relationship with her is very chill and relaxing and she just really loves you so much ♡︎

[tetsvhoe]

I KNOW WHO YOU PRETEND I AM [2]

you know the only time they look into your eyes is to search for someone else.

kuroo, bokuto, atsumu, suna, and sakusa’s part

pt. 2 regret and other cliches akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi

character/s: timeskip!akaashi keiji x f!reader ; timeskip!kenma kozume x gn!reader, timeskip!iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

genre/s: ANGST pls don’t say i didn’t warn y’all

warning/s: none i think except for gut wrenching angst

gwen's notes 🤍: ik i promised a part two for the first one where they regret it and i swear im already writing it, i just couldn’t help myself from writing for other boiz

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akaashi keiji

akaashi is a living breathing piece of art work. with his stoic expression, silky black hair, piercing emerald eyes, honeyed voice, calm and collected behavior, it seems as though he stepped right out of a portrait and escaped a museum. what a strange coincidence that he also has a passion for making art of his own—he weaves words into stories, turns the black and white of ink and paper into a kaleidoscope of hues painted on a canvas of his memories and emotions. lately, akaashi’s been lost in a world of his own. on top of editorial duties, he’s locked up in his office most of the time, building his own palace from paragraphs and verses. you try not to miss him too much when he ventures deep into the crevices of his mind as this is one of the things you loved most about him, he is perceptive and profound. akaashi hides his works from you and you assume he’s just being doubtful of his own talents as usual. you sneak around to read the portraits he’s painted about his muse. he immortalizes his love through art. akaashi writes about the knots in her hair, you note that he describes a different color from yours; how she stirs up a storm in her coffee every morning, you prefer cold coffee though he says it’s warm; the stardust in her tears when she cries, but he’s got your eye color wrong. you flip through the pages until the very end until you realize it is you who’s got it wrong. you learn that you are a side character in his narrative and none of the poems and sonnets are about you. akaashi has been writing about heartbreak when all you’ve been giving him is love. the hurt from his past takes up all the pages. he has no room for your love so you settle between the empty spaces, you’re reduced to nothing more than scribbles and notes on margins in a book he’s written about someone that’s not you.

kenma kozume

kenma says he hates being tired. he only played volleyball for his best friend. he neither enjoyed nor hated playing the sport. similarly, that’s how he goes about his life. he half asses tasks that aren’t important and does things merely out of compliance. he agrees to going out on dates you carefully map out so you stop nagging him about it. he poses for pictures with a thin lipped smile and an annoyed expression he doesn’t bother to hide so you could both get going. he holds your hand just to stop you from wandering places when you go out, he can’t wait to go home. he opens his arms to welcome your embrace even if just to tune you out while he games or scrolls through his phone. he answers your texts and calls quickly because he can’t stand the constant vibrating. you never take it to heart even when you know kenma says he hates being tired but he’s a college student, a professional gamer, a youtuber, a stock trader, and a CEO. why? because kenma, to put it more accurately, doesn’t hate being tired. he hates putting in effort to things that don’t matter to him. kenma is a lot of things, but he is not yours. he does put in effort when he patiently teaches you how to play his favorite games. he rushes you to reach AR16 in genshin impact so he could visit your world, steal your resources, and bully the bosses. he frequently visits a profile which has been active 256 days ago. he shows you around a wonderful cottagecore house he spent days building in minecraft. there’s already a bed next to his and you note this was someone else’s home. he puts in effort because from behind a screen, he could pretend you’re someone else.

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi has a short temper and a sharp tongue but you know he means well most of the time. he calls his best friend “shittykawa” and tells him to look after himself all in one breath. he’s known to hit oikawa every chance he gets but then goes around and studies sports science in another country as if it had nothing to do with the fact that oikawa injured himself and he would never let something like that happen twice. you wholeheartedly believe that there is a reason for everything iwaizumi says and does, even though he’s a little rough around the edges and poor at his executions. so you don’t mind the opinions he has about you; i think this style looks good on you. that color suits your skin, you should wear it more often. i like this perfume you’re wearing better than the other one. i think you would look good with this hairstyle. there is a reason for everything iwaizumi says and does. and you only find out what it is when you finally meet his ex for the first time and realize how similar you’ve become to them. he’s turned you into someone he could love, someone he still loves. apparently, you as yourself wouldn’t suffice.

[archival-account-2]

softer to the touch. (part ii). | diluc ragnvindr [genshin impact]

❛ 𑁍 pairing: diluc ragnvindr x reader

❛ 𑁍 scenario: affectionate reader and their shenanigans (part ii, baby)

❛ 𑁍 warning: nu 

❛ 𑁍 note (i): aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (that’s it, that’s the whole note)

❛ 𑁍 post form: bulleted

💎 the story/backstory (part ii):

diluc glared down on kaeya, but not menacingly. he looked at his being as if he's a nuiscance. then he turns... to look at you.

his piercing crimson eyes caught you off-guard, and for a moment you thought ethereal was merely an illusion, and eternity is becoming real. his eyes were bright and burning, you could feel that behind them are the mirrors of a blackened occurence. for a moment, you thought you were entrapped in a small room and the only thing that you ever feel was the gaze of the captor. you couldn't look away. and even if you can, you have doubts his stare would go away.

his lips were quirked in a definite, small frown, clearly displeased by the disturbance caused by kaeya, you, and venti. but there was something that had changed when he turned to look at you after he gave kaeya a forewarning glare.

he looked at you curiously... his eyes were sizing you up and scrutinizing your presence. for all he knew now, you're a new face in town, since he hadn't seen you anywhere.

there was awkward silent shared between you and him. your expressive (e/c) orbs were still looking at him back, unable to move away from his leering. because of it, your cheeks warmed up a little bit out of little fluster and embarrassment. you didn't know what to do.

look away? you'll just show you're kind of affected.

stare him more? aren't you a little bit rude?

look past him? what, is there something more interesting than him?

diluc sighed. he was the first one to break the eye-contact by closing his eyes and letting out a breath. he suddenly said, “what’s your order?

you were caught off-guard once again. but this time, you didn’t make it obvious. (admittedly, the way his voice just came out made you flinch a little since you never expected the sound to be quite... bonny. for a young man like him, you wondered if he’s a charmer like kaeya, too. although you doubt he’s even close to having kaeya’s charisma.)

“um... what’s good on the menu today?” you asked.

“give her the good, old death after noon,” kaeya jokingly piped up. 

“kaeya!” venti exclaimed, his eyes almost bugging out of his eyes. “they can’t drink that! they might not tolerate it!”

“... ... ... i’ll prepare you some juice,” diluc said, sighing once again before turning his back and walking back to kitchen-brewery behind the counter

diluc wasn’t fazed at all. but while he was brewing the juice, he wondered about you and where you came from. you were obviously not around from mondt, judging by the way how chummy venti was and how extra entertaining kaeya was, too. he figured you might be a visitor or somehow a new resident in the region. 

he looked back at you...

you were laughing at what something kaeya had said (a corny joke, but you have an excellent sense of humor, so you ride on his jokes with perfect strides). you might be a good distance away from him, but, god...

did angel installed a music box in your vocal chords? because that’s somehow stuck with diluc as he continues to scrutinize you from afar. 

“kaeya, stop with the jokes!” you exclaimed, cutely wheezing from laughter.

“oh, no, lassie... i have a better one than the last. listen to this -”

“i suppose you keep your noise to yourselves and not disturb the other customers,” diluc said, intervening you, venti, and kaeya. he placed the brewed orange juice in front of you, and two glasses of water in front of kaeya and venti. “the mountains can even hear your ruckus.”

you looked at diluc, then back at the juice. back at diluc, then the juice. diluc. juice. diluc. juice. and lastly, at diluc.

“is... is this supposed to be alcohol?” you asked, picking the glassy mug and smelling the contents. okay, admittedly, the smell was heaven in itself, and you suddenly had the urged to take back your question.

before you did, diluc said, “does it suppose to reek of alcohol?”

the little sass in his words piqued you. 

you picked the glass, took a sip (while ignoring kaeya and venti’s complaints), and you feel a huge burst of flavor coming alive on your tongue. the moment the taste settled in, you didn’t stop drinking from the glass and you finished the whole thing in one go.

kaeya and venti looked at you. 

how were you able to finish that whole tall, big, wide glass all in one go? 

“aah~” you said, putting the glass down. you looked with satisfied eyes at diluc and held up the glass. you added, “hit me one more time, please!” you sound like you’re a happy drunk even if he didn’t gave you alcoholic drinks to consume. 

and that’s the time you made diluc ragvndir hold a little sort of interest to you.

[ timeskip ; less than a month, give or take ]

now, dawn winery became your go-to place right after the end of the day. you are part of a successful guild that offers you good pay, good bonuses, and trusted friends. you settled in just fine with the help of venti and your friends in mondt. in no time, you’re accommodated with the life in mondt and you enjoyed it - the beginning, the middle, and the future stuffs. 

by then, you had already befriended the knights, being close to little klee and bubbly amber, aside from kaeya.  

at every chance you get, you always visit the winery and have a nice quality time with some of your intimate friends. 

this time, you were with klee. 

now, klee isn’t exactly at the right age to drink, but like you, you’re more of a fan to the fruity juices rather than fruity alcohols, though, you mean no malice to your distaste in alcoholic drinks. 

in the span of less than a month, you have somehow, also... befriended diluc, who you found was the owner of the winery you like to go to. 

it was awkward at first. well, mostly to diluc, since he wasn’t a fan of social interaction since ever. 

but you were no shy soul. your straightforward and directness in showing keenness to gain friendship was something that diluc had to deal why you were trying to gain closure with him. 

the day after you first arrived, you came back to the winery bearing gifts to diluc. admittedly, he was surprised and he wondered if you were riding onto a joke venti or kaeya suggested for you to do. but you simply brushed off his caution and openly offered a fruits basket to him. mostly from your region, since coincidentally, there was a trader that traveled from there to mondt.

“what’s this?“ diluc asked, eyeing the basket of fruits in the basket you’re holding up to him. he didn’t mean to sound like he doesn’t want it. but now that you’re chums with kaeya and venti (+ klee at the end of yesterday), he just feels something is holding him up. 

you shook your head vigorously. you said, “no. i just want to make sure we get on the right foot together.” the way you said with eagerness made him wonder if you were really genuine now. “so, let’s be friends from now on, okay?”

diluc didn’t directly say it to your face. but you knew the moment he accepted the fruits basket, you knew you planted a seed that you hoped to grow and flourish between you and him as good companions. 

ever since that day, diluc was becoming more and more accustomed to your gifts. of course, he had difficulties in accepting them at first because he hadn’t known anyone who’s a natural at giving away something or anything to him without expecting a materialistic return. he was experiencing a little bit firsthand embarrassment in the inside since he felt... a little bit inferior... in a way because he was the receiving and you were the one always giving. 

he wanted to confront you about it. but you look so eager and so keen and so nice and so alive when you were giving himself that he felt a little bit bad and rude if he turned you down, even if he had reason or not to. so since then, instead of you adjusting to his nature, he’s the one adjusting to yours. 

you may not have noticed about his change personality... mainly because you were never a resident of mondt in the first place. but people are starting to pick up some scent about this little change of the ragvndir son... and they were wondering who was driving force behind it...

anyways, back to the story. with klee. 

you just came from a successful hunt with your guild members. all of them were weary... but you still had little bit of energy left in you. for all you know, you could still make time to see your favorite redhead of mondt, the owner of dawn winery. 

on your way earlier, you bumped into klee. luckily, you both met, because you were too tired to give yourself a little hype, so klee did the ‘hyping’ for you and cheered you on the way as you spent the last minute scouring the market stalls and open verandas for something to put in your basket for diluc. 

when you were done, you only had, like, two hours before closing time of the winery. so, you and klee headed there.

when you arrived, you immediately plopped down on your usual seat right after you helped klee sit beside you. 

you picked up the silver bell with your name. okay, so... why is there a silver bell with you name? kaeya said he bought it specially for you - custom made since you’re quickly becoming a regular. not only that, you are a comrade and friend. giving you a silver bell in the winery he partially owned himself was the least thing he can do. (he was partly honestly lying for diluc since it was the redhead who thought the golden, clanging bell was an annoying sound and he’d prefer a “calmer” tinkling bell; kaeya made an illusionary “1+1=2” and thought it’s going to be a breeze having a silver new bell with your name on it). you rang it and diluc gradually appeared before you.

“what’s your order?” he asked.

you were about to say but you suddenly yawned. you covered your mouth and bashfully excused yourself. “excuse me... i just had a long day... but i want to make a stop here since i have... i have... i have time to spare.” (yes, like, skipping actual rest for that time to spare). 

he looked at you as if you had turn into a gadfly. it was quiet for a moment... then you looked up.

your eyes were sleepy... they were droopy... but to be honest, the slumberland behind your (e/c) eyes had somehow made diluc wonder for a moment what really was happening inside your mind. he never made it known, though. 

his discerning flaming eyes bored holes in yours as your softer ones looked back at him as if bouncing on feather. the contrast...

“i’ll just some juice... thanks,” you suddenly said, feeling the urge to yawn again. “oh, before i forget.” you pushed to him the fruits basket klee helped you composed. “here... for you.” ah, yes... so, this is what it’s all about. he already had known. 

“thank you,” diluc softly said. his tone was hushed, as if only wanting you to hear it alone and not the other customers. he set aside the fruits basket and you expected him to turn back and start to brew your juice. but that didn’t happen. instead, he just whipped out the finished product and pushed it in front of you, the glassy mug shining with orange tint of fruitiness and with an artificial foam on top of it. he faintly added, “your usual.” he gave klee a similar drink, but in a cup and less sugar. 

❛ 𑁍 note (ii): i think... i’m getting way too deep. 

[knavesflames]

Hiiii i wanted to ask, if you could do my request?

I would love to read something with brattamer Arlecchino and reader thats an absolute dipshit of a brat 👀

Hi!! I had to think for this one, surprisingly I’ve never thought of something like this. Sorry if the writing isn’t super good quality, I have had a stomach ache for days 😓😓

Word count: 1045

Content: bratty reader, dom brat tamer!arle

nsft utc

Okay see I think that EVERYONE in the Fatui knows Arlecchino loves to tame brats. Even before you came along, she had girls go from arrogant, over confident women to women who dropped to their knees at the sight of her. She loved it, really. Being able to switch them just like that, taking their words and turning them only into ‘yes, Knave’.

Between the Harbingers, it became almost a joke that Arlecchino had tamed so many of them. Whenever Arlecchino would walk into a very important meeting, Childe would always murmur something, usually along the lines of ‘where’s your most recent one?’ It earned stifled chuckles from some of them, but a cold glare from Arlecchino. It wasn’t like she could exactly deny it, every woman she took an interest in ended up the same way— under her command. She told herself there would never be a woman she couldn’t tame.

Then, of course, she met you. For some reason, you were all of those women, combined, multiplied by 50. She could not get through to you at all. No matter what she did, you’d bite back with some ridiculous remark or a smirk. You’d piss her off just to watch her conceal her annoyance. You’d purposely do things wrong to hear her bark at you. You’d purposely rub up against her while playing a game of pool, and that seems to be the thing that finally sets her off. You don’t even see her reaction behind you, and yet you can practically HEAR her teeth grinding together seconds before she loses her composure completely. Before you can even register, her clawed hand is gripping your shirt, quite literally dragging you to the nearest room. It happens to be some office, though you’re not sure whose, but the door is quickly slammed and locked.

You find yourself pressed to the desk, your eyes meeting her own glowering gaze. She’s expecting you to be cowering beneath her, or even better, taking your clothes off. You’re doing none of those. You’re laughing, with that stupid smirk on your face once again, and it makes her even more determined to ruin you. Arlecchino realises that words will do nothing, one simple orgasm will not help anything. Just as she’s thinking about what she could possibly do, your voice cuts through her thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Peruere?” You drawl, relishing in the way her frown deepens and she almost growls as her hand shoots out, wrapping firmly around your throat, shutting you up firmly before you say another word. She doesn’t even know how you know that name, she has only ever outwardly spoken it to Rosalyne. Her mind flits to her for a second before she turns her focus back to you, your challenging eyes.

She wastes no time before your clothes are in shreds on the floor, her fingers curling knuckle deep inside of you. She’s relentless, and she knows it. Through airy moans, you manage to muster words, words you know will irritate her more. “Is that all you can do?”

A blackened hand meets your cheek in a firm slap, whipping your head and causing a mark she’s really quite proud of. When your mouth opens to speak again, she rolls her eyes, ordering you to “shut your pretty fucking mouth” before her thumb presses on your tongue.

You aren’t sure what exactly brings you to your first orgasm, the way her fingers curl against the gummy spot inside of you again and again, or the way she stares at you, alternating between shoving her fingers in your mouth, slapping you or wrapping a hand around your throat to shut you up. Either way, it’s one of the two.

You know Arlecchino has no plans of stopping, and it’s confirmed when you orgasm a second time, and then a third. She wants you to beg, and you tell yourself you won’t, but by the fifth one, your legs are trembling and small tears are gathering at the edge of your eyes. Her words are mocking, and the look on her face— she enjoys the sight in front of her, and she isn’t afraid to show it.

“Little whore finally broke, hm?” She murmurs, her fingers fucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The action is soft, almost kind, but she’s luring you into that sense of security and you both know it. Yet, you’re too fucked to care, and you can only nod and gulp before you gasp out words of agreement. You feel her stroking your walls once more, achingly teasing and slow. She’s waiting for you to beg, and beg, you do.

“Please, no more, it’s too much, I don’t think I can—“

“What colour?” You blink in confusion, your thoughts dazed as you try to figure out what she means. You hear a sigh of annoyance as her fingers twitch again.

“Red, yellow, or green? Stop, go slower, or continue? Answer me, slut.”

With a breath full of both leftover pleasure and relief you nod frantically, residual tears spilling from your eyes. “Red. Too much.”

If Arlecchino’s face was capable of expressing anything other than displeasure, she’d smirk. She knows she has you now, too.

“After only five?” She clicks her tongue, withdrawing her fingers. With grace, she wipes them on one of the torn pieces of your garments before tossing it back on the floor. “A shame. We’ll work on that, won’t we, my obedient little whore?”

“Okay,” you mumble, your hands beginning to pick up parts of your clothing. You wonder if they’re still wearable (they’re not, she made sure of that, just for pissing her off).

“No. Okay, what? Speak correctly.”

“Okay, Knave. Mistress, whatever you want.” The heat in your cheeks is not missed by her as she turns to leave, and she gives you one final glance, one you can’t tell if it’s full of disdain, annoyance, or even attraction. “Good girl.”

You think maybe people won’t know what happened, how you finally cracked, but it doesn’t last very long. Six months later you’ve become her favourite, walking around wearing a collar with her name on it. You even sit next to her in her meetings. You don’t know if you love it or hate it.