#genshin inpact x reader

[mysticdarling]

Calling them by their real name - part 2 (spicy)

Characters: venti, xiao, scaramoche (genshin impact!)

Warnings: established relationship, NSFW, breeding., biting, n!pple stimulation, primal, exhibitionism, penetration, smut, no pronouns used for the reader, NO MINORS.

(A/n): hello again, miss me? I apologize for my absence and im happy to announce this long awaited part i turly hope you enjoy your time with my naughty boys~ hope it was worth the long wait! Ps. (I suggest you read the first part first)

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Venti

The evening grew darker you didn't know if you should hide or just give up and hope he has Mercy. "Maybe he can only find me where the wind can reach…hmm where could I go without wind?" You talked your thoughts aloud as you walked around, enjoying the scenery of Monstadt. You came across a nice wooded area still feeling the soft Breeze, only getting more anxious by the moment. 

You wander a while on the brink of giving up hope before coming across a cave, which seemed to be empty, only harboring a put out campfire. It was a perfect place to hide out for a while so you did. You walked in no breeze to be felt not even a draft. 

The night began to brew and since you figured you would be there a while, you lit the fire and sat next to the controlled flames. So what if a Hilichurl was to wonder by, you escaped Barbados!…….so you thought at least. 

In a flash of a second a cool gust of wind found its way inside extinguishing the flames.

" oh Windling~ you truly didn't think you could hide from me in my own Nation right? I had fun acting as if I couldn't find you ehe!" You jump just from the sound of his voice, it making your skin crawl.

Venti got into the cave with you without hesitation or invitation taking a bite from an apple he  must have picked from a passing tree. "Me hiding?! Psshh noo i was just…Exploring! Yes that"

Venti busted out in laughter "I'm a god remember you cant lie to me windblume, more importantly I'm your boyfriend I would see before it left your tongue, speaking of your tongue I could think of a lot of places I want it to be right now" He flirted his eyes gazing you up and down.

"Venti!? Geez must you be such a pervert" You grumbled pulling his hat down over his face, soon feeling his slender hand grip your wrist. Venti pushed you down cradling the back of your head as he lays you back getting on top of you. " I've been looking forward to this my disciple, I almost immediately wanted to come running after you even before the rich wine reached to my lips" He pulled at the bow around his neck untying it  letting his cape fall to the ground. He started at your face cupping it softly before his hands wandered, taking in the beauty of every inch of you.  It wasn't long before he had you in nearly nothing at all, the way he looked, touched, made all your insecurities melt away. " Tell me Traveler do you think all of Monstadt could hear you if i make you loud enough?" he slipped off his shorts leaving the stockings, rubbing his rosy tip against your entrance.

You stared up at your bard, it was very clear you weren't speaking to him anymore no, you were talking to a god. "Venti maybe not here what if Adventures walk by or-" Your words were cut short, venti sinking himself inside with no remorse, an unexpected gasp escaping your lips. Your walls swallowed him whole, taking every inch of him as if your body was made for it. "Venti!" You moaned out only to be cut off once again by the bards chuckle.

" Oh windblume I don't want to hear that now call me by my name it sounds so beautiful coming from your lips" He leaned down whispering in your ear, the ends of his braids starting to glow against you. "Say it for me please my beloved" Venti begged, his breath against your neck sending chills down your spine. It was strange it was still your venti but his voice was different, serious, ethereal, too perfect for this world and the whole of tayvat. You felt your face burn with a blush as you turned your face away from the God of freedom "Barbados….my lord… BarbADOS!" It was as if something snapped inside Venti he wanted to defile his disciple. So he did, his hips struck you like lightning noises and moans filling the cave. Even as he was fucking into you Venti Whined in the orgasmic pleasure of your warmth. you couldn't tell which of you were louder.

"That's right, sing for me!" Venti relished in making such a mess out of you

"Mghh! W-Windblume… windblume.. ah! Y/N!!" With every word Venti's voice strained higher. He gripped the back of your thighs folding you to hit the most unholy spots inside you, it nearly made you melt into nothing. Your abdomen tenses reaching the highest point of climax before completely relishing in the finishing feeling. Venti wasn't close behind. He filled your every office before collapsing onto you panting with a huge grin on his face. He laid Apon your chest keeping his seed trapped inside you not daring to pull quite yet. " Now that is how you worship a God ehe"

Xiao

You ran to Liyue as you near the border from the neighboring nation, clearly excited to see your darling yaksha. Once you finally step foot you notice a dark figure, Xiao breathing heavily staring at the ground. This only causes you to hurry to worry filling your face. " Xiao? Is that you are you feeling oka-" Your words stop, in a blur Xiao tackling you in the grass. He stared down at you his fingers digging into the ground next to you. "xiao i-its okay now its me im here" you slowly removed his mask it disapping in your hands. " I'm ok...i didnt harm you did i?" Xiao put a hand against his head, making him shutter. "Y/n is it really you…. I'm not seeing things right…" He places the hand on your cheek feeling the warmth, his thumb pressing your lips, letting out a breath of full relief " i…i missed your visits and company" Before the golden eyed boy could continue you tugged him down by his necklace, pressing your lips against his, the kiss desperate, rough, feeling the shared breaths.

Xiao pulled back only when you both were breathless. " say my name" your lips parted "no my real name" His pleading eyes was enough to make you melt where you laid "Alatus" xiao couldn't hold back his blush, he trailed down your sides gripping the fabric before ripping it open finding you so beautiful exsposed under the moon. Xiao stared at you for reassurance with each touch before grabbing a hold of your wrist dragging your hand against his own chest his heart racing .

With a smile, your hands wandered down hooking a finger on his pants tugging them down  honestly surprised at his mere girth, but Xiao didn't leave you much time to think before he folded you. He Threw your leg over his shoulder, dragging his tip against your awaiting hole. "Y/n Please stop me.  If you don't stop me now I don't think I'll be able to"

Self-control was leaving his body as he spoke his golden eyes dilated and targeted on you. " I trust you Alatus-" As those words escaped your lips xiao rammed his cock inside. All at once you felt his teeth sinking into the of your shoulder trying to muffling himself. He was a rough lover not that he always meant to be but he couldn't control it, all he does for his life is fight for control so with you tends to accidentally let loose a little too much. His blows were merciless as he pounded into you under the night sky, grunting and panting with every move it all dissolving into pleasure.

"Alatus A..Alatus don't stop p-please don't stop" Xiao rutted inside you gritting his teeth as he came filling your needy hole. 

His cock twitched from the over stimulation but not daring to stop. Whining and shuddering with every movement "wouldnt…Gh! Dream of it." He hunched over you not daring to stop his hips for a second, even with his seed pouring out of you from around him.

Xiao was so worked up he was even overstimulating himself refusing to let it end as he jerked and whined his length twitching like crazy inside of you. Beads of sweat dripped down his neck, fucking you so hard his hips slapped against your ass making the most obscene sounds even after you did finish, Xiao still couldn't persuade himself to stop. He needed it, he desperately wanted to fill every orifice of you and by the time he did stop he did fill up every bit of your sore little hole. That night he was especially attentive, carrying you to his room in the inn, wiping you down with a warm rag. He served you for the rest of the night, whatever you may ask he will provide. Xiao made sure to remind you, all you need do is say his name. Even the one that was Heaven to his ears as it escaped your lips.

Scaramoche

Scaramouche grabbed your hand leading you to an old abandoned inazuma house. The house was pretty well preserved, apart from the few leaks in the roof and the smell of dust. "we should rest here. I'll get a fire going" Scara removed his hat a little doll falling out, you stared at it then looked up him "what a cute doll! it looks like you, did you make it?" You ask curious, him clearly trying to brush it off as he picks it up. "It's just a stupid doll. Don't think much of it." He shoved it in his sleeve huffing turning away. "...hey kuni i would love to look after him for you, so he doesn't fall into the fire" He froze for a moment before grabbing the plush doll out of his sleeve placing it in your hands. "You wouldn't have liked me.." He said quietly looking at the doll in your palms.

What?"

"You wouldn't have liked kunikazushi, he was gentle, he dressed in silks and was naive to the world. Me and you both know you like when I'm rough with you" Scara looked up at you from his eyebrows, his head still tilted down.

" I think I would enjoy seeing your soft side, I would love if you showed me"you cupped his face his eyes softening.

"In your dreams."  he said in a snarky tone, but with his height you picked him up with ease, setting him on the creaky but stable table. "ah! Hey what the hell do you think you're doing!?" Scaramouche struggled, clearly not used to being lifted off his feet.... by someone else "I want to see you every part of you kunikazushi please show me" you plead really making it hard for the puppet to refuse.

All at once he gripped your hair staring at you with a threatening glare. "y/n if you tell a single soul i swear no one ALIVE will believe you" He glared, you nodding in response.

Scaramouche relaxed becoming completely tender as he brought your hand to his cheek nuzzling against the palm " I love you  and I never want you to abandon me even if you grow to hate me please stay by my side" Scaramouche looked away almost embarrassed of himself, all while you melt like putty in his hands. "Could i touch you more y/n? I want to ingrain every inch of you into my mind so I'll know that I met someone as perfect as you" Scara eyes trailed over every inch of you, slowly dragging his hands down to your neck and then shoulders soon replacing his soft cold hands with kisses. He admired your whole body as if it was complex art, all the way down to your toes leaving a soft kiss as a pure act of humble adoration.

He stood a hand clasping your top. " I want to explore more will you let me?" once you gave him the okay he lifted your shirt dragging his soft tongue against the bud of your nipple. He captured it in-between his lips, suckling on as he stared up at you innocently, you so focused on the stimulation you didn't notice the Wanderer seemed to have switched places with you, he sat you displayed on the table. It was clear Scaramouche was starting to get more worked up then he originally meant to. He layed you back his hips so desperate whines escaping his parted lips as he grinded himself against you, not even able to wait until he gets you fully unclothed.

Not like you were complaining, his tent causing enough friction to your sex to make you enjoy it, Hooking a leg around scara waist. Especially with the adorable noises he made causing you to unshamefully move your hips against it only getting more shutters and whines from him.

He gazed down inbeween, a blush filling his face watching you pleasure yourself on his hard on a wet spot  soon growing on to his shorts.

"Aww kuni you got yourself dirty its a good thing you don't wear those silks any more" you pull his shorts down with one swift movement his length springing out still painfully hard leaking pathetic amounts of precum.

Scara's embarrassed face only worked you up by the second, you didn't know if he was suppressing it or if he's really good at acting, but his innocence unleashed something deep inside of you.

You guided his cock unable to wait a minute more, his hands covering his face peeking through his fingers as he watches his cock sink inside whining from the tightness that surrounds him making him hunch over the pleasure overwhelming the poor little puppet. "Mm oh kuni  does it feel good?" You bit your lip clearly knowing the answer, watching his ears even start to turn red as he nods fast. Scara placed his hands on either side of you moving his hips at a comfortable pace. "i-is this okay y/n im not hurting you am i?" You shake your head in  response to wrapped up in the feeling struggling to even keep your eyes from rolling back. Scaramouche continued both of your noises nearly drowning out by each other. He hid himself into your neck, causing him to bury himself into the silky walls with no remorse  making sure you feel every inch of his member inside of your needy hole. a gasp escaped your lips unable to even scold him finding his embrace so soft and sweet, even if he's playing it off as a innocent moment with no Sinister ulterior motive.

Scaramouche's breasts were heavy against your neck he couldn't help but rut himself into you barely even letting himself pull out before pushing back, not wanting to leave your warmth for a second.

You were starting to get unbelievably close and you could tell by the way scara shuttered in your arms he wasn't too far behind. You couldn't help it you reached your Edge your abdomen tensing. " s-something's happening i don't think i can stop.. I can't hold on… please take all of it" with one loud yelp he released painting your insides with his cum so sensitive he's teary-eyed. Once you come down from the high you slowly wipe a tear that happened to make it to his cheek smiling like an idiot " you're so cute kunikazushi" As if on cue Scaramouche rolled his eyes burying his face in your chest "oh shut it." He grumbled as you tangle your hand into his hair. " welcome back scara"

[kinoshita-asuka]

happy holidays, from THE FATUI HARBINGERS

winter time is here, and is tradition, time to exchange gifts with people they hold dear. what would the feared (warranted) fatui harbingers give their loved one?

harbingers x reader (minus pierro, la signora, and scaramouche) pulcinella is platonic 1.25k words; yandere undertones for some (they are harbingers) i do not condone yandere behavior

author's note: oh please let me remember to publish it on time.

pierro, no. 1

pierro is off at the moment, but he will send you one soon (aka i don't know how to write for him)

il dottore, no.2

the doctor would give you an invention of his. if you wanted to, he'll even gift a segment of him to you, they would appreciate it. but the gift he would most want to give you is an immortal body, so you could stay with him. he is an expert at biological matters, like his segments and collei… he would modify your body to never die, he would even make more bodies for you. if you die, you could just have another body. that would be his definition of staying with him forever and his solution to your mortality. on the other hand, the segments would gift you different things based on various periods of dottore's life. one might give you a mechanical bird while another might gift you a mindless servant, a former fatui member you've seen around.

columbina no. 3

columbina's gifts would be quite sincere and innocent. she'll give you a pretty white dove in a golden gilded cage and say, "look at this! it's so pretty, right my dove?" you should love her gifts, they're so pretty and she picked them out, all for you. she'll give you the same accessories as her own, such as her trademark lace blindfold and the feathers behind her head. or she gifts you things that she thinks resemble you, like the dove, or maybe a cute cat with a nice collar on it. she'll cuddle you and sing songs as you sleep, her eyes tracing the collar on your neck, matching your beloved cat's, with bell and all.

il capitano no. 4

the captain's gifts are clumsy, but sincere. he would pick whatever best he can think of for you (from his side). what would you get from him? a weapon, of course. for a non-combatant. he'll spend hours contemplating, observing you, to see which weapon would be better for you, can you use a bow or do you have the strength to swing a sword around. hey, maybe not the best gift for the holidays, but it's sincere from his side. his mindset is very combat-oriented. of course, he is one of the most effective combatants for the tsaritsa. he thinks that you should be prepared to battle, no matter when or where. better to be ready. he tries to teach you how to fight, to protect yourself. who knows who would come after you..

pulcinella, no. 5

pulcinella, the mayor of the nation. he would have the most heartfelt gifts, after childe. he has experience with gifts, as he always gives them to tartaglia's family and takes care of them, even if childe is too oblivious to realize the very obvious hostage situation. pulcinella would treat you like his granddaughter, he would gift you a scarf to keep you warm and money to keep you afloat. his financial support has helped you a lot. all he asks of you is to keep in close contact with him, which is an easy request for you. his old age and experience in the fatui have caused him to want someone close to him and someone he can spoil. just don't worry about a few fatui soldiers cruising across your small town, looking for a few "threats" that have tried to harm you..

scaramouche, no. 6

this seat has been left vacant for centuries. how could somebody give a gift to you if they didn't exist?

"hmm? there used to be one? i can't seem to remember."

sandrone, no. 7

this girl only works on her puppets and machines most of the time, so don't expect much gifting-wise. she wouldn't give you food or clothes, she would give you a mechanical invention of hers, but not her unfinished works. no, her most polished puppet, made with the best materials and tuned to perfection, will be given to you. like dottore, don't expect heartfelt gifts. these two run purely on logic and what is most practical to gift to you, which for sandrone, is her specialty field. as a plus for sandrone, this was a good time to test the puppet she made to see if it needed any improvements or if it works well. Her gift is programmed to watch you and report your movements at all times. it is a test run of a new surveillance robot she's been working on…

la signora, no. 8

"the fair lady? she should be deceased, so she can't give out presents unlesss.. you have a way to manifest her back into the world."

pantalone, no. 9

known as the richest man in snezhnaya, so of course, he would only have the most decadent gifts picked out for you. he might be the living incarnation of "i'll buy everything from here to here" and point from the start of the shelf to the very edge. there'll be the biggest diamond you've ever seen, inlaid on an indent in the center of a gorgeous silver necklace. he'll have the entire collection of famous designers from liyue, mondstadt, or any other nation. or you'll find yourself with a little coat, made of what seems to be the fur of a white fox, only for pantalone to inform you it's a mythical beast, and it is like the one stolen that was to be gifted to the tsaritsa. money is best spent on the most valuable individuals, whether to cherish them, chain them down, or both. he's spent so much on you, so stay with him.

arlecchino, no. 10

this woman is quite the piece of work. described as "there isn't a sane bone in her body", she is surprisingly… sweet to you? you don't know what you did, but you somehow fell in love. she wouldn't know much about gift-giving, but she does have some experience picking out gifts for the children of the "house of the hearth". the knave would give out sentimental but practical gifts, something like a comb or a hairpin, something of very high value, emotionally and materially. she would pick something you could use in everyday life or wear on yourself that she could see. like pantalone, she likes seeing you in things she's bought, but with a different motive for it. it signals that you are hers. you'll be the only one that allows her to show her darker side, so in exchange, you should stay hers, right? you'll be the only one to not disappear when you see her dark side.

tartaglia, no. 11

tartaglia would get you warm and heartfelt gifts. whether it be a batch of cookies made by his family or a warm scarf personally knitted by his mother or even himself (he would learn to knit for you). if childe did not get you some kind of gift like the above, he would use his saved-up mora to buy you something luxurious or comfortable, like nice coats and delicacies imported from other nations. he can do at least that much. while not as wealthy as pantalone, he is still immensely wealthy. he is very empathetic and would know what to gift you, it's a skill you acquire when you have to get gifts for a whole family. that extends to you, you are his second home, and he'll be damned if he doesn't spoil you. he shall cherish you, just like how he cherished his family after his near-death experience in the abyss. another little gift, he'll protect you with everything he's got, just like the icy grave of a certain aggressor buried in the thick snow who thought that he could fell the battle-hungry childe with his beloved.

worked on for 2 days

[lumineskies]

MAYBE IM IN LOVE?! - 12 hot chocolate

wc : 1.3k ‼️

warnings: none huehsushd

You were patiently standing by the door, greeting every customer that came by. Today was the workshop day, and to say you were nervous would be an understatement. Although interacting with people wasn’t always that big of a problem for you, looking stupid in front of a massive crowd was. You were supposed to help with the customers, correcting their mistakes and encouraging them when needed, but you yourself weren’t the best at flower arranging. How were you supposed to be the teacher if you yourself have not mastered the art of the subject?

The smile on your face was as bright as it could be, standing in the hot sun whilst sweating seemed to be an occurring format of work you didn’t expect to be doing at a flower shop at all, at least the pay was good. The normal layout of the shop had been switched out for a more classroom feel. With a big table ready for demonstrations up in front where chongyun would be. More smaller but long tables had been set up for the customers to work on their flower arrangement. As the seats filled slowly, you stood at the entrance waiting for a certain teal hair boy to show up. 

“Y/n, you can come in now, the workshop is about to start. Put on your apron.” Jean slid beside you and whispered into your ear. The hesitation in your face was clear it seems, which made Jean give you a raised eyebrow.

“Um, could we open the door for a few more minutes? My friend said he would come, but he’s running a bit late.”  You tried your luck with Jean. Maybe today was the day lady luck would smile upon you. She thought for a bit, before nodding her head at you slowly. You smiled at her, and uttered as many thank you’s as a person could in a matter of 3 seconds. She nodded at you again, and left you alone, now, you could only hope Xiao was on his way. 

Of course today would be the day the coffee shop would be filled. Xiao cursed at the humongous line in front of him. An innocent gesture he wanted to do to ‘please’ you had him want to bash his head in a wall. Here he was, in line, for a cup of hot chocolate as a sorry for being late to the workshop, but waiting in line for the hot chocolate is making him even more late. He could see you just from the window of the coffee shop. 

You were waiting by the doors of the florist, standing in the heat and slightly sweating. You welcomed the oncoming customers into the shop, but still, you looked down on your phone every few seconds. Were you waiting for him? Now he really wants to bash his head in a wall. He quickly took out his phone to text you. 

The sight of the teal haired boy exiting the coffee shop made your smile widen a bit, he was just in time. 

“Come on, the workshop is going to start soon!” You gesture for him to come inside. He jogged slightly towards you as you spotted the cup in his hands. Is that why he was late? To your surprise he hands you the cup and smiles. 

“Heard you were trying to cut out on caffeine, so i bought you hot chocolate.” 

He smiled slightly as he walked past you and into the shop, and settled down on one of the tables. His slightly unruly hair made you double take as you closed the shop’s door, a sign for Chongyun to start the workshop. 

You slipped behind the doors leading towards the staff room, and there you tried to rationalise Xiao’s actions. Why did he buy you a cup of hot chocolate? And from where did he find out that you were trying to quit caffeine? The questions you asked yourself seemingly had no answers, you sighed defeatedly. You took a sneak peak at xiao from the window on the door, he seemed to be looking around at the shop, taking in the surroundings. Then, you spotted Childe. Hand swung around Xiao's shoulder as he smiled brightly at the shorter man. Based on Xiao’s face, he didn’t expect to see Childe here. 

A whisper from Childe into Xiao’s ear made him look directly at the window you were sneaking on. The sudden eye contact made you stagger back and duck down to avoid being seen staring at Xiao. The embarrassment made you want to stay hidden in this room, curl up into a ball, and die but you know you couldn’t be in here forever. You immediately try collecting yourself and begin making way to the lockers where the aprons were. A second here longer and Jean is going to be thinking you’re missing out on purpose. 

A hand smoothing out your apron, you begin your way out of the staff room and onto the front of the shop. Chongyun had already begun the introduction, talking about himself and about the shop’s history. You stood at the side, not wanting to disrupt the customer's view of Chiongyun in the front. The heaviness of a stare burned the back of your head, but you ignored it. Ignoring Xiao seems like a better alternative than facing Xiao and burning up in embarrassment. 

“Miss, can you help me?” Turning around, you spot Childe’s hands raised. You nodded at him before making your way to him. Arriving at the shared table of childe and xiao, you grimaced at the mess they’ve made, it was clear to you none of them had green thumbs, but they were here to learn weren’t they? 

“Yes Childe?” You politely answered as you looked down at his attempt at a bouquet. It wasn’t bad, the colour scheme was already good, and the positioning of the flowers followed exactly what chongyun taught at the front. The wrapping, however, was the main problem. 

“Can you help me with this? I tried but…” Childe looked up at you with such a pitiful face you almost giggled to yourself. Slightly smiling, you stood beside him. 

“You need to make sure that the wrapping is tight, this is too loose. Like this.” You showed him the correct way to wrap it, before releasing the wrapping and giving it to him to try. 

The clueless look on his face was adorable, but he still gave it a try, trying to copy your moves. But it proved fruitless as the wrapping turned out exactly the way it was before you came over to their table. Your hands ghost over his as you hold the wrapping where he was holding. 

“Here, follow me. I’ll help you.” You guide his hands to move the way yours did. Tucking the flowers nicely in the wrapping how it’s supposed to be. Childe gasps dramatically as he sees the ending product, it was such a different look than what he did. Smiling to himself, he formed a plan in his head. 

“Wow! Y/n, you’re really good! Hey, you think you can help xiao out? He’s having a bit of a problem with his wrapping too.” 

You turned your head to the man sitting beside Childe, and true to his word, Xiao looked like he was struggling.  Wide eyes turn to you the moment those words left Childe’s mouth, and Xiao seems to be flushed. Was he embarrassed? You head over to Xiao’s side without a second thought and begin helping him too.

You deliberately placed your hand on top of his as a way to guide where his hands had to go. The red flush of Xiao’s cheeks was small, but it was there. You smiled to yourself knowing that you made the xiao blush. He was a lot more of a fast learner than Childe, he got it on the first try. Smiling at both of their progress, you start to head to other tables to help with the other customers in need. Before you could get far however, you remembered something you wanted to say to xiao. 

“Hey, xiao?” 

His head turned to you as you called out his name. 

“Yes, Y/n?’ 

You smiled sheepishly at him. 

“Thank you for the hot chocolate.” 

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notes — hey guys sawry for disappearing

synopsis — xiao, the so called 'face of the music department' , or your crush, bumped into you! the 'beauty of the music majors'. for forgiveness, you give him a flower and run off. only for him to tweet about the incident and blow up! does the world really need to know about everything?

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[yinses]

shadows on snowflakes

pantalone x afab!reader rated: m

a/n: honestly i have no-one to blame but myself. i’m obviously projecting but who knows when we’ll see this man again. let me have this guilty pleasure. 

“oh man, what a day.’’

you truly admired the free-spirit of your colleague as she twirled around in her seat. you wondered if the way the room spun as the chair finally came to a halt made her feel any less nauseated than you felt at the moment as you reviewed the expense reports for the day. 

one day.

a single day.

it truly never ended. 

despite being a foreign entity in the liyue harbor. money was a common language to everyone it seemed, meaning the northland bank was never without clients. 

fresh store owners looking for a start. 

spry adults getting needing a little extra support for their new beginning. 

oh … and the gamblers. you hated those more than anyone. northland bank never turned away the opportunity to move money, even at the detriment to others. and for that group in particular. 

well, you supposed it was more painful to them in the end. 

pushing papers, after all, rarely got your hands dirty. 

but it was yet again another day. so a fresh list of complaints was the least you were entitled to as branch secretary of northland bank.

as if sensing your oncoming migraine, chyou toed at the ground until her chair swung back around to face you. there was a soft daze in her eyes as the efforts of her spinning settled behind her skull. “i don’t know why you get so worked up about everything. this bank practically runs itself. honestly, if i didn’t know the story of morax i’d say all currency came from here. “

as the saying goes, money makes money. especially when there was a lot of it. so when chyou had been placed in front of your desk as a new trainee, eyes wide with all the information, the job seemed like a no-brainer. 

except that's not how it really worked. had not for the pinch in your brow, you might have cooed at her nativity. it was easy to simplify it all when all that was witnessed were the constant flow of money. it was easy to see it from her perspective as a liyuan native. despite its ties to snezhnaya and the even more distrustful shadows of the harbingers, the bank was a fruitful commodity. 

then there was you, the oh so fortunate associate under the direction of the manager, andrei. 

which would be fine. 

still annoying, because at the end of the day, your job was still draining even when the market ran itself. 

except it wasn’t your only responsibility. 

intertwined intimately, was your second title as in-house liaison to the head man himself of all snezhnayan market affairs. 

the regrator. 

northland bank did its best to maintain separation from the fatui ties. but in truth, there would be no bank without the notoriously wealthy harbinger's intervention. 

once again, naivety, some would call you fortunate to have the privilege to work under a self made businessman. well the few who did know. 

the regrator was as successful as he was handsome. gratuitous in the way he built snezhnaya on a firm pillar of wealth. he was as quick-witted as he was tedious; letters never failing to detail every in an out of the bank. 

to be frank, if you didn’t have a hundred other notices needing to be read, you would be impressed with his insight. except, you knew how to do your job and the harbinger certainly had more important projects to focus on. 

you penned in response as much in his last remark. the returning letter had yet to be placed on your desk, but you had more to worry about than a picky banker. 

“you should come out with us tonight. it's a thursday and tomorrow is already prepped. you can use a bit of easement.” chyou watched you determinedly pack up your belongings with quiet awe. “this much frustration can’t be good for you. why don't we go out for a nice drink?”

shouldering your bag, you declined as politely as you could. what you wanted was to store away the last of these documents so you could curl up in your own home with a cup of tea. 

the bank lobby was finally at rest, only the occasional lingering employee closing up for the day. you waved to a few, silently grateful that you haven't run into andrei along the way. 

the man was nearly as sometimes too good at his job, often persuading you to linger to tie up ends that could wait until morning. 

but you actually enjoyed andrei so there was a difference, you suppose. 

just not tonight. 

with a sigh, you shouldered against the door to your office after turning the key. if luck continued to shine down on you, you'd be able to make it all the way home without interruption. 

“you see, with dedication like this, i never have to worry.”

apparently, no rainbows of fortune came without showers. 

you were rather impressed with the way you kept your composure, heart skyrocketing at the intrusion but your body remaining in place at the sound of familiarity. 

it was sad to say this wasn't the first time a harbinger had broken into your office. but this one was the rarest of them all. 

thick lined coat draped comfortably over the back of your chair, pantalone was a visage of ‘welcomed’ without invitation as he lounged at your desk. there was no telling how long he’d been here, but the fact that he had enough knowledge that you weren’t getting to your tea anytime soon. 

reluctantly, you eased the door shut and flicked the lock.

pantalone cooed at the action, “well done. taught you well. to be honest, i had a bit of trouble with that one this time. new?”

if he was disgruntled by your blatant disregard, his tone made no note of it as you stomped around the room filing away the necessities. as far as you were concerned, your business with him was detailed precisely in every letter he demanded from you, making these unexpected visits more of an inconvenience. 

in fact, there wasn’t even supposed to be a harbinger in this building. 

well there was childe, but he was a joke.

pantalone called himself helpful as he angled his legs to the side to give you room to the bottom drawers of your desk. 

“your last letter made me realize that while i do have my hands in a lot of places, it's important to make sure each and everyone is properly taken care of. your notes are so impersonal now, how am i supposed to know that you're alright?”

you've learned over the years, that there were questions you could ignore and others that explicitly requested a response. these fell into only two categories: ones about business and your wellbeing. 

the curve of his knee wasn’t particularly in your way, yet you shouldered against it anyway out of spite. pantalone offered no resistance to the act, though he chuckled lightly at the notable spite in your attitude. 

“ghosts can’t write letters, pantalone. if you’re receiving them from me that should be telling enough.”

you hated your inability to do anything half-way, habits stopping you from just stuffing the papers into the drawer to deal with later. instead, you were forced to take your time filing them away one by one kneeled beside the ninth of the eleven harbingers. 

what a sight it must be. 

pantalone was respectful of your space however, both your body and desk. you knew despite the fact that he could and had every right to, he didn’t snoop. any and all information was at his fingertips anyway. 

you were simply a voice box.

the man hummed above you,” though a ghost may be more sentimental. you never tell me anything anymore, i have to hear about it from the grapevine.”

unable to resist the bait, you lifted your head to level him with a look. you knew for a fact that the man was above gossip, he simply did not have time for any additional information that wasn't imperative to ‘pumping money around the world’.

which meant that it was volunteered to him. and the only one who would take the liberty was a stupid nosy little water boy who you couldn't pick a fight with because he would enjoy it too much. 

you put away the next file with a little more force than necessary at the thought. “and what is this every generous grapevine saying?”

without looking back, you could hear pantalone shifting in his seat chasing comfort. a moment later came the light drum of his nails. 

“oh this and that. you’re almost too good to a fault. do you do anything other than work?”

“i answer a lot of letters from a nosy boss,’’ you sniped. 

his response was methodically dry, “i didn’t realize andrei was sending you love letters as well.”

with a light huff, you finally pushed the drawer closed and locked it for the night. a glove hand was offered before you could even start your ascend. you took it gratefully, you might be spiteful but your knees were not. 

the assistance was twofold, however, as the same gesture keeps you in place as the man levels you with a long look of contemplation. 

“i dislike having you so far away. you know your position is always open in snezhnaya.”

the position of head manager of not only the largest bank in the country but possibly all of teyvat. a job people still gossiped about in your absence. because surely you had to have done something wrong to have been transferred to a remote location. 

unknowing that it had been of your own violation. 

you tried not to think about the hand planted against the desk caging you in, close but not quite touching despite the intention. 

licking your lips, you focused instead at the slight crease in your clothing from a day of wear. “believe it or not, i quite like the weather here. the only ice i see is in my cup.”

pantalone hums thoughtfully, but the tone was different. more determined this time around. you could feel him trying to catch your gaze. 

it was another request not easily ignored as you felt a light touch under your chin. 

he didn't give you time to get lost in his gaze before speaking,” come home.”

home.

the word felt like splintering ice against the shell of your heart. unforgiving and unrelenting song that you struggled to ignore with each passing day. 

because at the end of the day, liyue was just a place of residence. an olive branch offered to win your compliance. 

because he never wanted you to run. he’d allow distance, as long as you were still in reach.

but liyue had been enough. 

enough space where you weren’t suffocated under the weight of memories frozen for eternity at home. even when they float effortlessly from the letters he sends. 

“i am-”

for the first time in awhile, you witness the cross look on his features. it almost makes you smile, witnessing the pinch of frustration on the face of a man who rarely was seen without a grin. 

and why would he not smile? he’d overcome the drought of poverty in his upbringing and now lived the fruit of his bearings. ones that he once offered to share with you, time and time again. 

“don’t lie to me.”

even when you tried to sever the ties, to learn to grow without his influence. you know deep down the top of you were rooted to the same spot, and it was by his generosity that you were about to branch this far. 

liyue was just another house, but not a home. 

he’d house you as far as sumeru if you needed as long as you didn't forget where you belonged. 

pantalone’s face softened as his hand dropped to follow the slouch of your body as you settled your weight fully against the wood. 

you should have known his letters were leading up to this. it was your own fault after all. the moment he felt you pulling away at the strings, he was bound to follow. 

your eyes dart distractedly to the sway of his earring as he rolls to his feet, neck angling to keep track as he stands at full height. 

there were moments. brief blimps in time, that you realized that even amongst the smog of rumors and truths, the regrator was just a man. 

and every man had his wants and desires. 

you just wished he’d left you as a whim. 

a wisp of a person on the barren streets of snezhnaya. 

that he hadn’t returned after years of separation, boasting bountiful funds and rich clothing as he stood on your tattered doorstep. 

you wished you hadn't welcomed him with open arms. 

wider legs. 

hadn’t remembered he who spent pennies to buy you sweets. 

not fallen in love with the person who held you above the gods who’d forsaken him.

 pantalone brackets your body with his hands on either side of your hips, thumbs resisting idleness as they swipe distractingly against your curves. “it would be nice to visit, would it not?”

he’s never been afraid of words, building an empire on carefully crafted sentences. but you were different. seated on the table, not on the other side and able to decipher the disguised plea. 

the wintery song.

‘come home’.

he hid it well in his letters too. 

always signed ‘ i await your return’.

home to him was the estate he’d built for you both. the wide spanning property with more rooms than you could visit in a week's time. it was well heated, a stark contrast to the thin walls of your past.

yet a different kind of chill had settled into the foundation. 

once you couldn't shake. 

not in front of a warm meal made by chefs of the highest regard. 

not by the roaring fireplace with a grateful head perched against your lap.

not even at night when strong arms held you close with the promise of never letting go. 

he’d asked once what had changed. you remembered the brief warmth of sunlight against the stark white snezhnayan snow as he stood behind you on the porch. he’d finally met his match, a puzzle he couldn't unravel despite spending every waking hour trying to fill the void you'd unveiled. 

you didn't have an answer for him then,

only offering the same sad smile today. 

the one that ate at his heart and stroked the fires under his vexation. 

again, he determinedly stole your lips in a through kiss, determined to reform the shape of your mouth. and you let him, because despite the ache in your heart you truly had no ill-intentions in making him suffer as well.

it was why you took the position in liyue. pressing the excuse that the branch needed a bit of monitoring under the watchful eye of a foreign archon. and of course you were just the person for the job. who else did he trust more?

led by the fainst spark in your eye at the idea, the brightest light he’d seen in months, he’d cautiously approved your transfer papers. he helped you pack your belongings, but never too many. 

certainly you didn’t need a full suitcase for a brief stay. 

but weeks spanned to months and time passed without the crunch of snezhnaya snow under your feet. it was cruel, but you felt a little satisfaction knowing you’d gone to a place that he could not easily follow. 

his harbinger status was too poignant to ignore and not welcome outside of the reach of the tsaritsa. you may not be running, but yet he could not heed your heels. 

so you let him soak in these moments, hands raising to lace together behind his neck, in hopes to placate him for a few months more. but deep down you knew the threads of restraint were fraying. this was his second visit in the span of three months. a feat for a man with his agenda.

which to most may not seem much, but with a man who functioned the world with the grace of a chessboard, he was losing too many pieces. desperation had led him to forsake the gods who denied him a vision and spite fate by buying it for himself. you didn’t want to know what that method of madness would mean for you. 

though in a way he have you a taste of it, in the fervent way he drank from your lips like a man parched. he touched you in ways meant to leave aches in place of the memories because those were harder to ignore. 

the way his fingers would curl, holding you in place as he nibbled –or bit. his hands would always stay stationary at one stop, concentrating all he had to that point alone so that he could make you feel good. 

his lips would always be latched somewhere so that you would not have room to say anything beyond broken moans and soft gasps. lips on your lips, lips on your neck, lips on your chest, lips between your thighs. his movements were somewhat strategic because after he was done with foreplay, ensuring that you were ready before taking it to the next step, he would slide into you and take you back to the oak scented sheets back in the mansion in snezhnaya.

he never let you feel the guilt of taking. because you always would, too weak against the reminder. 

the sex was good. no, perhaps … perhaps it was the art of making love that was good. felt good. felt right despite the world skewing it all.

when your nerves tightened just like a taut bow, you threw your head backwards, caught by his open hand and opened your mouth in a wordless scream, feeling everything fade away to red as your toes curled and your body trembled in release. he, too, sharply plunged in and out again, meshing his addictive-tasting mouth to yours, hands now roving against your wrists and holding them tightly into place as he dominated you purely on the fuel of his frustration. to quicken his impending climax, you shifted a little in place and clenched around him, hard, watching how he screwed his eyes shut whilst murmuring a sweet prayer against your lips before collapsing on top of you, spent. 

during this moment, you pretend you could see the blankets of snow instead of the golden arches of branches and rolling green plains. 

petting his back. minded of the scars he tried to hide from your wandering touches at night after returning home. 

desperately imagining that life was simpler. 

but your heart could not lie. 

not with the fast approaching reality. 

[dreamingcloudie]

❛❛ Rest Easy Now, My Dear ❜❜

Dottore x GN!Reader (drabble)

Note: Wanted a soft Dottore to comfort me so I wrote a little something. I wrote this in a matter of minutes so it might not be good. I hope this can comfort those who needs it as well ♡

"Shh, it's okay, my dear." Dottore whispered softly as he patted your head.

Today was just horrible. Luck seemed to have left your side and nothing was going according to you at all.

Exhausted from having to face the world. You were desperate for your lover's warmth. And here you were sobbing in his arms. They were wrapped protectively around your figure, giving you a sense of security and love.

"I know the world can be tiring to handle at times. But dove, you've made it through today, no? You should be proud of that, because I am. I am so proud that you're still here. You've done so well today. So just let yourself rest against me for as long as you want, okay? I got you. And I'll still be here when you wake up. I am not going anywhere."

[aeferkssr]

requests are open me see😍 okay okay. heavily inspired for fight or flight from conan gray, BUT just enemies to lovers but both are in denial that they love each other. can i have it with eula or ei? thanks babes mwah mwah /p

"I HATE YOU" - eula lawrence !

!! here's your request ely!! also ma meant modern au so its in a modern au. and also for a bit of a content warning, i lowkey talk politics in the first paragraph so watch out for that ┐(´д｀)┌ also eula is kind of a stalker later on in this too so just a heads up!

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the lawrence clan, a family full of polititians who have minor authority over momdstadt's problems. everytime they get elected as the leading political party, their power is used to better themselves rather than the country. thats why they recently got disbanded and forbidded from ever offering an elective.

the name "lawrence" was known all over the city of freedom as a sign of captivity. many thought back to what it was like when the lawrence clan had authority and had chills up their spine. they resented the clan for what they had done them, and this treatment went on for years to come.

eula lawrence, the youngest descendant of the lawrence clan, was not spared from the harsh treatment. constantly being ridiculed for doing simple tasks such as walking to school or even going to the grocery store.

but eula thinks that they have every right to hate her, growing up in a lawrence clan household never really helped her case. even as a child she was taught to show respect only when respected first and to keep your head up high at all costs.

this upbringing contributed greatly to how she interracts with people, and to how she interracted with you.

your first encounter was a sticky one. you had accidentally bumped into her back while not paying attention. she spun around and started telling you off. throughout the whole "lecture" you were grumbling in your mind all the things that you could of said but wouldn't in that moment.

now everytime you see eula in the hallways at school, you can't help but scowl in her direction and walk the other way. how dare she embarass you like that in the middle of the hallway! did she not see how big the crowd was surrounding thw two? ugh, just thinking about it made your blood boil.

on the other hand, eula had realized as soon as she finished that she let her upbringing slip out. ever since, shes been looking for a way to apologise. but her ego is too high to do it in public so she started to learn more about you. to catch you when your alone of course!

after a week, she had basically known your entire schedule. from the time you got up in the morning and stayed in your bed for a few minutes before getting up to how you liked your food cooked, what ingredients you liked or disliked.

the more she looked into you, the more you appealed to her. now she found joy in finding your interests. whether the information comes from your friends or your social media, eula smiles everytime she learns something new about you.

but archons forbid this feeling being love! she wasn't dumb to fall in love so easily and clearly wasn't masochistic enough to fall for someone she couldn't have! you hated her for how she treated you and a measly apology wouldn't fix that.

on the other hand, you seeemed to be a forgiving person so you might forgive her for embarassing you. maybe in the apology, you'd smile and brush it off - archons how she loved your smile - and ask her out! but thats just wishful thinking, of course you wouldn't do that.

tuning in back to you, you weren't in a better position that eula. the more you thought of her the more charming she became. the way how she danced, the way how she walked and even the way how she ate just seemed to put you in a sort of trance.

you just hated her! words couldn't describe how much you resented the girl. you hated the way how she talks to others, you hated the way that she made your face hot everytime you though of her and you most definetly hated the way how you might have a slight, teeny tiny, small crush on her.

but its all her fault for making you feel this way!

[oh-nowo-i-got-uwu]

i wan a draw for fandom writers so bad.

im just HJMMGHJHHJMHBHNHJBHHJBVCBJHVCX BHMMHHGGGGNNN GGGGGGHHH MMMMRRR.

[zweetpea]

april Fools

You: Why do I have to do this Wrio?

Wriothesley: Do you want answers or not.

You: Yes…

*you walk up to Neuvillette*

You: Monsieur Neuvillette. I have something to tell you.

Neuvillette: Please, go ahead.

You: I am dating someone.

*immediately it starts raining and hard.*

Neuvillette: Oh… I see.

You: Maybe we should head inside.

Neuvillette: Come now, the weather isn’t that bad.

*suddenly a Melusine floats by clinging onto a menu using it as a flotation device.*

You: Monsieur Neuvillette, please be sensible.

Neuvillette: *Picks up the Melusine off the Menu.* I find this small drizzle to be quite relaxing.

Wriothesley: Okay April Fools! You called our bluff. *he says clinging to a table as the winds start to pick up.*

Neuvillette: What is April Fool’s.

You: *Explains everything as the sky clears and the city drains.*

Furina: What on Teyvat happened?

Wriothesley: I still don’t think that (Y/n) gets that Neuvillette is totally in love with them.

Furina: YOU NEARLY DROWNED FONTAINE OVER A PRANK!!

Wriothesley: Yeah, and it’s such a shame that they’re thick headed, and he’s a coward.

*Furina beats the shit out of Wriothesley as you and Neuvillette walk away holding hands*

(maybe you do get it after all)

[ikebo-simp]

Back on my Teyvat is hot agenda

Imagine walking around with the handsomest person clinging to you and giving the stink eye to whoever comes too close for their liking

Imagine the prettiest person carrying you around because they don't want their "beloved creator's feet hurting"

Imagine having the sexy-est person beg for you attention, like a touched starved puppy

Imagine them threatening every archon and government leader, just so that they can monopolize your time for just a few moments more

A/N I ran out of adjective at the end lol

Thanks for Reading

[hxnavira]

My parents after finding out my mental stability depends on fictional characters:

[mysticdarling]

They accidentally hurt you during intimacy

Characters: venti, xiao, scaramouche (genshin Impact!)

Word count: 1.5k~

Warnings: n.sfw, smut, public sex (venti and xiao), established relationship, mention of tears, pain, rough. [NO MINORS]

(A/n) no pronouns used for reader, afab but mainly only ventis, I did proofread so I apologize if there are any mistakes. Btw I will probably be open to requests in a few weeks if you're interested! hope you pervs enjoy!~ ^^

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Venti

Venti is a very affectionate lover, he showed his love for you in many ways, writing hymns, taking you to the most beautiful places in Monstadt, or to everyone's dismay an overwhelming amount of PDA. So when your lovely bard asked you on a date to Windrise you should have known what the evening foretold. Venti being the Romantic he is, had a beautiful picnic setup under the tree, the crystal flies only adding to the site. Sure the evening did start with songs and maybe a few drinks but soon  you both had shed a few layers, and hands began to wonder. It was only natural for Venti to want to see more, he loved your body, every inch of it. You were flawless, perfect in his eyes and the god of freedom gave you no room to doubt that. Venti left no area untouched; he was mesmerized by his lover. "Windblume i want to see you on top of me" how could you ever refuse such a request his voice was tender but so very desperate for you.

So there you were displayed on top of him. Venti started with his fingers letting his slender digits explore your Folds loving the shutters and jerks when he touched sensitive areas. Soon Venti's  length hardened against you, his grin making it clear he was very much enjoying himself. When he did rip his fingers away from you, he made sure to look you right in the eyes as he licked off the remaining wetness from them. "Mm you taste so good my love! ehe" Venti had no shame he relished in making you embarrassed. After he finished licking off all of your essence, he placed his hands upon your hips lowering you down onto his cock. The most beautiful sounds and noises escaped you both in unison as he sank himself into you. Venti was addicted to the gummy walls that constricted around him, he bucked his hips up letting out the most emotion filled whines and whimpers.

Something that's not new to you is that Venti could change his form but what he seemed to have left out was, that also included parts of himself. 

Venti wanted to feel more he needed it, he pushed himself off of the ground arching to get himself deeper but even that seemed not enough. Your god of a boyfriend wanted to defile you, to reach every orifice your body accepted. First it was just one added inch, then two, just enough to barely notice the difference but, Venti became eager wanting to fill you up completely. "shh just a little more" He cooed, his voice like silk. With each Plunge  he grew more and more holding your hips still before eventually hitting your tight ring of muscle, prodding against it. With his length he only kept bearing himself, engrossed in you. Soon he found his partner wasn't riding him, but instead recoiling, the deep pressure becoming a bit too much for you. Venti is a gentle being and would never knowingly hurt you, his face filled with remorse as he returned to his normal size, sitting up and burying himself in your chest.

His arms embraced you "oh love I just wanted to make you feel good I should've been more careful..are you okay my windblume?" Venti held you, comforting the lingering effects, completely apologetic. Let's say the wind was especially soft for the rest of the evening.

Xiao

 Dating the conquer of demons can be difficult especially since you travel to other nations and Xiao stays in Liyue.

When you did come visit him at Wangshu Inn you found yourself  pushed up in a corner by Xiao, your chest against the balcony wall. Rustling behind you, Xiao was bunching his pants down enough for his length to spring out of the clothing. " Y/n are you sure you're ok with this. I don't think I'll be able to hold back this time…" xiao waited for the reassurance to continue taking a second before removing the clothing covering your lowering half, guiding himself inside you. He couldn't wait anymore; he had to be deep in your warmth. He  let out a groan of pure bliss, his warm hungry breaths against your neck. "Ghm- i missed you… I missed how you feel around me. I hate when you leave Liyue, going places where I can't reach you." His movements started to become much more sharp slapping against the plush cheek of your ass.

Xiao made sure to tell Verr Goldet at the front desk not to disturb him tonight, even so he found himself having to put  his hand upon your mouth to keep all of Liyue from hearing how loud he made you. His cock was merciless, ramming into you so deep ripping the most vile moans from your throat. Your insides were tight around his length, sucking him back in with each movement. It became clear he was starting to lose control himself. His other hand, that wasn't clasped against your mouth, was placed upon your waist ripping the fabric of your clothes leaving scratches across the stretch of skin, his teeth buried into your shoulder. All of your whines and noises muffled by his hand, your body quivering under his grip yet it being the only thing keeping you still standing. Xiao let out groans and grunts from the sheer feeling, fucking into you as if he was a savage animal. The only thing snapping xiao out of his lustful trance was the feeling of your  tears soaking into his glove.  His hips ceased all movement, removing his hand realizing what he had done. He would have let you go completely if you wouldn't fall. "I'm sorry y/n I didn't mean to scare you, I don't know what came over me…" Xiao stammered. It was clear he just wanted to disappear after what he did, the guilt swallowing him whole. It would be your choice whether you want to stop or continue. He will respect it. Though after that night he'll probably wait for you to initiate from now on.

Scaramoche

Scaramouche may be a puppet but with his past he knows what hurts and what doesn't with a human. He wouldn't hurt you with his body unless he wants to on purpose unlike the others, but instead with his words. Scaramouche took pride in making you fall apart under him. It was pretty obvious he was no gentle lover. He was greedy, he knew you were his but, he was also very much determined to let everyone else know that too. He fucked it right into your brain leaving traces of himself with each harsh movement to make sure you would remember. You were the one person he would not let betray him, he loved you, he would do anything to protect you. Even with his attitude he knew your body well. He knew what you could take and what you couldn't, too bad it's not the same with his mouth. It wasn't anything new that Scaramouche had a sharp tongue. Even though some of his actions could be tender and sweet, his words were far from that. " y/n look at me." he demands, staring down analyzing  every embarrassing way your body reacts to him. You couldn't even deny it he made you feel GOOD. " How dare you keep me waiting. What could be more important?" He sneered clearly wanting a reply. You could barely even think nonetheless speak, all you ended up getting out was  a pathetic excuse for words.

"Is that really all you can say? Pathetic….answer me!"His words grew a bit more harsh. Scara didn't understand why you weren't obeying, do you not think he's worth looking at? Did you favor someone else's looks  more?

"You should be thankful I even chose you to be mine. Hypatia was such a good follower" Once the words escaped his lips he knew he said something wrong. In seconds something shattered inside you, you completely fell out of your daze, Staring up at Scara before shoving the indigo eyed boy off of you. He stared with no emotion upon his face; he almost looked like a doll. He finally got your eyes on him but it wasn't the look he craved for. " i don't actually feel like that…i- i don't want her! i want you i don't know why i would even say that….nothing compares to you, you know that. You just weren't looking at me and I thought if I- '' His voice cracked, his eyebrows twitched, unable to put his words together. A flash of guilt grew across his face, tears swelling in his eyes. You were his one and only. You were his heart.  " Don't expect me to apologize'' Scaramouche scoffed, before falling to his knees hugging your waist the act soon fading. "please don't leave me…" he mattered, staring up at you.

Overall it's your choice if you're willing to forgive him. 

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Genshin Men On Their First Date With Their Darling: Venti

Yandere Venti x reader

Venti is such a sweetheart, but he can be quite creepy

Masterlist

Word count: 572

Venti giggled as he held your hand. “I’m so glad you agreed to this little outing!” his smile big and his eyes shining brighter than any stars littered across the night sky.

Despite him being the same height as you, his eager steps were hard to follow. “Wait! Why are you in such hurry?” you panted trying to keep up.

“Oh my dear don’t you see? I’m just so excited!” his laughter melodic.

You wondered where the man got his stamina from. When you thought about it, he never got tired from physical activity. It was as if he was not quite human. You quickly brushed away the thought.

Despite his apparent love for the grand tree in Windrise, he had taken you somewhere else. He had teleported you both at the foot of Starcliff. You had been surprised by his anemo abilities, but what did you know? Vision holders were someone beyond you, so you chose to not question it further.

You finally reached the top of the steep hill and you breathed out. In front of you by the tip of the cliff, were a cozy picnic blanket. The spot were arranged with pillows and extra blankets and food and drinks that suited your tastes. “Wow…” you looked around in awe.

Venti smiled “Why don’t you take a seat? I have arranged a lot of delicious treats for us!”

The blanket were soft against your skin. The view were beautiful. The grass rustling in the light breeze. “Thank you Venti” you looked at the black haired man as he took a seat besides you.

His smile widened. “Of course my love”. His slender hand reached into the basket that sat beside him and pulled out a apple pie. With precision he sliced you a piece and handed it to you. “I hope you enjoy my windblume” his eyes filled with love.

You thank him for the pie and dug in. You both are in silence for awhile.

After an hour you broke the silence “Lately I have had this feeling that someone is watching me… It doesn’t matter where I am or who I am with. It really creeps me out”. You sigh and look at Venti with a concerned expression. Surely the intelligent bard had some advice for you.

Venti looks into the distance with a thoughtful expression, his hand on his chin. “That’s sounds so very frightening my dear” he turns to you with eyes filled with worry. “I think it’s best you don’t stay home alone for the next few days until this calms down”. He thinks for a moment before his eyes lit up. “What if you stay at my place? There’s plenty of room” he looks at you expectingly.

“Can I really do that? I don’t want to be in your way” you smile sheepishly.

Venti takes your hand in his and look you deeply into your eyes. His eyes filled with endless love. It gave you shivers. “I don’t mind at all. All I want is for you to be safe, [Name]. You know that don’t you?” his grip tightened. “I won’t ever let any harm fall upon you. If anything were to happen or if anyone tries anything, I will slay them all” the corners of his mouth twisted up into a sick smile. “I love you. Don’t ever forget that [Name]”. He leaned forward and kissed you. His lips soft and delicate.

[nex-ture]

Hi! Could you do some comforting father-figure Zhongli headcanons?

Father figure Zhongli w/ Reader

Hey...bit late! I also had no idea what to do cause I barely play Genshin anymore..

Zhongli is a very well-kept man. He's open to walking among the mortals, not as a god, but as a person.

When he met Y/N, he was immediately drawn to them. They were naive and sometimes a nuisance, but Zhongli loved them all the same.

He enjoyed having conversations at different restaurants around Liyue, even just sitting in comforting silence was okay.

Y/N always saw Zhongli as a father or "father figure", he did a lot for them, and for that they were always greatful.

Zhongli would always have some of his friends or co-workers buy small gifts and trinkets that he could give to Y/N

Y/N was his #1 priority. In the sense of, he reminded him of the family he never got to start with his late wife.

Whenever Y/N would get into a fight with an abyss creature or some other wordly thing, Zhongli would always be there to help and back them up.

Zhongli would also very much like it, if Y/N got along with the adepti.

He cares about the people who protect his nation, just as much as they care for him, or "Rex Lapis".

Zhongli adores telling Y/N stories of Rex Lapis and the origins of Liyue.

People often believe Zhongli is too full of himself when it comes to history or that he talks way too much about it, but he loves to tell Y/N these stories as they drift off to sleep.

Zhongli will always be there for the people he loves by whatever means necessary.

[lumineskies]

MAYBE IM IN LOVE — 8 trust 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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notes — guys i lost my glasses :( also childe likes yn 😱😱😱😱

synopsis — xiao, the so called 'face of the music department' , or your crush, bumped into you! the 'beauty of the music majors'. for forgiveness, you give him a flower and run off. only for him to tweet about the incident and blow up! does the world really need to know about everything?

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[yinses]

UnQuelled Qingxin; E (5k)

Xiao x reader (tried to keep it relatively gn)

A/N: Who would have thought that it would be Xiao to bring an end to my drought. I literally wrote this all in one sitting and didn't regret a single thing because guess what MY BOY CAME HOME. That quest broke me inside. Thanks, MHY. My boy deserves a break.

​It was always a surprise when the two of you were left alone, momentarily undesired in a world still teetering on the seams of chaos. That wasn't to say that neither of you were unneeded. Though it was odd— it was hardly midday and not a call had been made for either of your names. You had some inkling, however, while not mentioned in title the darkest depths still in need of cleansing still called for Xiao. It was noticeable in the subtle way his gaze traveled over the lands. While encompassing the vast stretch of Liyue, the gesture wasn’t aimless. 

There had been creative freedom and quite a few liberties taken to garner this facade of peace. Ultimately, you knew that if peril rain fell upon the meadows that lay below he’d be but a wisp of wind in your arms in a moment. It had only taken a small favor from friends to monitor the less precarious threats. The occasional snort above your head let you know that the barter didn’t remain as secretive as you’d planned. 

Still the conqueror of demons humored you, lounging as pliable as he could fair under the visage of a mere mortal enjoying a rather rare day off. It was possibly the most unsurprising thing to learn that he’d never heard of ‘vacation days’ having over two millennia of taking on the responsibilities of a yaksha. 

Graceful, sacred and while a little out of reach, obtainable for those willing to climb for it. 

There wasn't much to complain about in your love life.

There wasn't much to complain about in your love life.

Curled up comfortably on the sofa looking down over the Dihua Marshes, there weren't many grievances you could come up with against Xiao. Despite there being a few tough layers to melt through, ultimately he was sweet at the core and loyalty flowed through his veins. As much could be said of his attachment to his fallen family, and its solemn decree to save the remainder of his home from the same fate.

You weren't well versed in the extremes of losing loved ones. Especially to the extent to what Xiao had suffered. Similar to most of society you simply raised new generation in respect to their troubles for your own survival. To show gratitude by thriving was said to be the upmost respect. 

And yet here you were, snuggled up against one of the legends that made your hearth and home possible.

From what Xiao shared with you, those who he could consider dear to him barely took up the fingers of a single hand. Surely the fate of Liyue was dear to his heart, but that had always been an obligation … a promise he upheld in the space of his brethren. But the closeness thats he’d savored in the past and the bonds that threaded together those memories; he never expected to feel that warmth again. 

At first, it made you sad to think about. Suffering through brief conclusions that you would never be enough. Before realizing that if you were meant to be part of his past, you would have been. Instead, you’d been born as part of his future, a cut away from centuries upon centuries of agony. Though he never said it, you knew he was grateful that you never knew what it took to allow you the privilege to walk through the Bishui Plains, if you wished, without the fear of being smited by vengeful gods. Though he felt that his work was never done, there was no denying that the dent of his perseverance would pave more futures to come. 

At the present, you just wanted him to slow down and enjoy a few of the years he gave to others. Because even yaksha deserved a bit of leave from work. Damn near invented the term at this point. 

And now, here you were, left alone to soak in the plentiful rays of light that overtook the open sky.  

The two of you had spent the better of your first hour lounging lazily under the surface of a late morning, awake but not entirely willing to accept it. More so on your part. Despite his promise the night before, Xiao had shone a hint of resistance when your arms had come up to drag him back to bed. It didn’t surprise you that he’d intended to sneak out first thing the morning while you slept, if only to scour the marshes while you dozed. But you were ready for him, as insistent as you had been when sealing his acceptance. 

Never a promise. 

You’d be cruel to tie him to your side with such restraint. 

Xiao had you comfortably placed between his thighs, with one arm supporting his head and the other hung over your shoulder to hold the book you’d mutually decided to tide through until lunch. While you had elected not out every detail of the day, you had been grateful for the seamless way the two of you managed to fill time without strain. Small moments like these, once stolen away, fell easily into place. 

At the foundation, Xiao had become your friend before your lover and remained your closest confidant. It felt natural to favor the knowledge of his favoritism over the more physical closeness of other couples your age. It felt more meaningful in the long run. 

And yet.

Though you rarely mentioned it, you were becoming more consciously aware whenever Xiao was near. It was natural for you, as a young viable individual as yourself to be intrigued by your significant other's body. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the other.

Xiao never mentioned the word ‘celibacy’ though the legends surrounding his name rarely left room for anything besides conquering demons. Though never spoken, everything he experienced with you was something new and coveted. He managed to make every memory something to be replayed over and over and over again.

It was sweet.

It was classic.

And it made you so understandably a little frustrated sometimes.

Blame the era gap or the influences of your peers, but there were times that you wished there was more. At times the thought felt selfish on your tongue. With Xiao there was little that you could utter and not get in return. The fact that you were currently laying against the flow of his body was testament to that. 

It wasn’t to say that they two of you hadn’t shared a bed before. Albeit sparse, you did know what it was like to tangle with an adeptus. Though the scarcity made it a difficult topic to brag about, not that you would do so.

That and you couldn’t necessarily blame him when you rarely asked. Xiao had more important duties than tending to you. He was the one of the saviors of the lands you called home after all. The sacrifice of settling for a few kisses here and there from your hero was enough. Brief brushes of lips when arriving and departing. And occasionally the more passionate exchange when time and the stars aligned. 

You were grateful for each and every moment you got to spend with him. But it was also incredibly human for you to still ask for more. 

Just above your head, Xiao inhaled sharply and the muscles of his abdomen tightened with the movement. You’d long forgotten what exactly had transpired in the last few pages, Xiao had adapted to your reading speed by now and simply assumed you’d finished when he turned to the next page. Hidden from your view, the pinch of his brow expressed his own investment in the little series that had been recommended by your friend. Though his light hum gave away his sentiment and bled into your imagination. You’d kissed that spot enough to know how well easily it could give away to the soft pressure of your lips. Occasionally, he’d surprise you by lifting his head to return the gesture. Soft, gentle and albeit a little timid, there was nothing you loved more than his kisses.

But oh how that would feel if he decided to travel with those lips. Sharp nibbles along the bridge of your collar bone, between the valley of your chest and more preferably towards the apex of your thighs. You had a few past scenarios to go by- plenty of novels you’d read in privacy. There was no certainty in knowing what kind of lover Xiao would be, but your imagination provided you the image of a gentle, thoughtful lover.

There had been many nights in the seclusion in your own room where you’d found pleasure in the dreams of him making you his newest conquest. The feel of his calloused hands stretching your leg over his shoulder as his teeth nibbled on the juncture of your thigh. 

You knew he had the desire. It was more than likely just the weight of everything else dragging his resolve. You thought it might have been helpful, however, sort of like a stress reliever. But Xiao was determined to forgo the pleasures of life to remain vigilant to his contract.

The last time you managed to catch him once, purely by accident when the two of you cozied up during the latest display of fireworks. Xiao had been the one to encourage contact, noticing every detail of you, including the slight shiver you gave under the blanket of night. He tried to warn you against following him to his designated viewing spot, urging that you would enjoy the display more with friends. But that night, you wouldn’t have enjoyed being with anyone else. So as the sky exploded with bright arrangements, Xiao had brought you into the circle of his arms and the warmth of his lap.

It hadn’t been intentional for you to shift your hips as you had. Truthfully, you’d been too engrossed in the newest inventions, pointing out each creative explosion as if you were seeing for him too. Xiao could be fairly quiet at times, more of an observer than a conversationalist. And in that moment, your mouth had been running so much it hardly felt any different than before. But the rigid shift was more than noticeable by Xiao.  It wasn’t until the sky came to rest, with his wavering breaths heating the nape of your neck with an unmistakable hardness at your back that you learned that your faithful adepti was capable of getting a bit overwhelmed.

By the time you’d come to realize what you were feeling, Xiao was politely sliding you from his lap as he stumbled to a stand. You’d been too stunned to complain when he offered to see you home. 

“If this is boring you, we can pick up another. The one about Inazuma was enjoyable.” It seemed as though he wasn’t completely ignorant to your lost thoughts. 

Oh, Xiao. Sweet, sweet Xiao. 

You wondered what he would think of you if he knew where your mind right now. 

Somehow you managed to smile despite only catching part of what he said. Whether it was out of understanding or simply used to your bouts of spacing, Xiao responded by gingerly tipping up your chin and  placing a kiss along your jawline.

Turning your head instinctively, you managed to find his lips instead. He humors you as he typically does, allowing your tongue to glide against his upper lip while your teeth nip at the lower. Xiao was an active learner, gaining his own quirks as he adapted to your playing style.

He was more than accommodating when you politely nudge away the book, unflinching when the spine thudded against the floor. 

Part of you wished Xiao’s smile wasn’t quite so heedless as you twisted around to straddle his waist. What you wouldn’t give to see a bit of heat behind his eyes, not unlike the fire he portrayed in battle. 

When you lean down to kiss him again, he’s more prepared to properly engage. His arms loop loosely around your waist, just enough to keep you in place without restricting your movements. You had no problem being in charge, as long as you understood what the boundaries were. And with Xiao you weren’t always so sure. 

You knew his stalemates, but he always seemed to try for your benefit. Just being with him like this was a testament to that fact. 

Closing his eyes, you felt him completely surrender to the kiss, body relaxing under your encouragement. But it wasn’t meant to be all about him giving. You wanted to give as well, but more importantly you wanted him to receive what he wanted- not what you expected of him. 

He was well practiced though. Tongue curling around yours before sliding back to coat your lips, proving that he does have his own tastes. 

Biting your lip, you drag your hands down the length of his loose shirt where they play with the edges for a moment. When you give it a soft tug, he breaks the kiss with a flushed face. This wasn’t an unexplored stage for you. He proves so when he sits up with ease, taking over to bring the clothing over his head. 

But you don’t want this to fizz out after a well asserted make out session. You wanted to take his leap and fall wherever it left you. 

Leaning closer, you press your temple to his forehead with a sigh. As perceptive as ever, Xiao catches on to the change in mood and strokes your sides quietly as you gain your bearings.

You were never a quiet lover, so why couldn’t you just outright and say it?

“I want to do other things… maybe?”

That was not at all how you planned for that to go. It left out too much in the open and the ambiguousness would only lead him to falter rather than take his own step forward. You wanted this to be a two person dance. If it so happened to be the tango, that was fine too as long as he was an active participant as well. 

“You want to be intimate?”

Blinking repeatedly, you give a slight shake of your head as you try to come to terms with what came out of your lover’s mouth. Surely your vigilant, though socially naive adepti lover hadn’t just outright asked what you’d been dancing around for weeks?

There is a hesitant, but surely knowing look in those golden hues as they ghost over your heated cheeks and comically wide gaze. He even manages a small shrug as if it was a natural conclusion to come to. 

“Don’t look so surprised. I might be … new to all this. But I’m not naive. Besides, you haven’t exactly been subtle lately.”

Well, just throw yourself off Mt. Hulao then.

Xiao only makes it worse by outright laughing at you, as his hands attempt to pry yours away from your face. When you only resist, his grip wanes as he leans in to kiss the tips of your fingers. 

Xiao tipped his cheek into your palm, the unrestrained affections always made the knots of tension and uncertainty melt away. “It’s fine. I’ve accepted this- you. I realize I’m not the most accessible person. “ His words encourage you to lift your head, swept into the determinedness of his voice. He doesn’t mention his karmic debt, an old tune outplayed by your defiance to let it affect your relationship. “But you know you can always call on me. Whenever you need. “

Time moves slowly as you lean in to kiss him again. An exchange that feels different yet so inherently possible by only two souls presents. Gone is the aged resistance tethering him back, gates open to welcome hot open mouths and curious tongue. The heated pants and soft moans could have been from either of you. 

Free of his shirt, there is plenty for you to explore as he answers the demand of your lungs and breaks the kiss. Your hands shake slightly, more from the rush than nerves as his mouth follows the roundness of your cheek to your chin. His temple nudges yours suddenly when your nails dips into the cut of his waist, touch leaving promises of what's to come at your peak. 

Breathless, you pant out," We don't have to go all the way." You had really planned to make a proper vacation out of his off day, not jump your lover the moment his guard was down.

Not that he was complaining.

Xiao lips part to make a gruff sound of uncommitted agreement that sends a shiver down your spine.His lips settle against the curve of your neck, gaze strategically hidden as you tug at one side of his pants before easing down the other. The heat of his face becomes more prevalent to you when you finally free him. Xiao hisses through his teeth as the cool air hits him, though the circle of your hand nearly chokes him as he ruts prematurely into the hold. 

It’s quite the sight, while partially obscured by the curve of his body against yours, the inexplicable knowledge of knowing that you have the conqueror of demons in this position— it takes an extra breath to steady the thud of your chest. You’re certain at this point, even untouched, you’ve soaked the space between your thighs. 

While your record hardly began, you knew enough that Xiao was barely a cut above average. A string of words that had no business being uttered in his direction; but for you, in these moment, was a form of relief. While the literature had held onto its romance, you weren’t ready to experience the pain of feeling something give away. Nor did you want to put Xiao through a moment of witnessing you suffer for his own pleasure. 

For now, you focus on the weight of him in your palm as you pump slowly, thumb coming up to collect the bubble of precum collected at the head. In contrast to your semblance of calm, Xiao trembles, mouth op against your shoulder as he pants against the fabric you neglected to shed. Suddenly the still rising sun feels as though it's at its peak as the room collects the warm from your bodies. 

Xiao’s hip jerk in motion with the next stroke, breath harsh as he mutters out broken speech. The yaksha is often reserved but never speechless. The sound of him stumbling over words is so foreign. It’s exhilarating, driving you with a new sense of determination as your hips edge to meet his. 

The rhythm you settle on is uneven but steady as you bump against each other without practice. Xiao’s hands are clenched against the fabric of your clothing as he cants into your space, face twisted in pleasure in the space behind your ear. Your wrist twists, wringing out every possible sound from his lips. Though no one will ever see, you’ve reduced the conqueror of demons to this. And you feel powerful for it. 

When you squeeze without warning, Xiao’s sharp cry threatens to escape the private moment between you. You watch captivated as his back arches, wrenching his head away from you. Its the first time since you’ve touched him, that you’ve seen the sun-warmed gaze. It’s the near feral desire swirling within them that prompts you crash your lips to his. 

Uncoordinated, but demanding hands tug at your shirt until it joins him on the floor. Not a hint of hesitance bleeds into his touch as his fingertips graze over exploration of your body. Even in his insistence, he’s still trapped by your own touch. You stroke him with a more confident deliverance now, testing the thralls of restraint. There is no doubt that you can bring him to that peak, the tallest climb somehow feeling the shortest in this heated moment. 

Xiao’s traveling touch halts at your waist as he sucks in a breath through his bitten lip. 

The thrill of power makes your head spin as you lean forward to ground yourself, burying your own flushed face into the dampened skin of his shoulder.

“Please…”

God, the waton sound of him losing his grip almost causes you to lose your own. Your hand slips against his slick length, the noises both obscene and erotic. 

The sound of your voice is raspy as you whisper against the shell of his ear,” Do you wish to be conquered, conqueror of demons?”

To hear his title, hard won and revered to be used so disrespectfully in his weakest moment— Xiao felt like he might lose his mind. It took the strength over every adversary he’d bestest to claw his way through the sea of pleasure you’d cast over his head. His resilience manifested by the strengthened grip of your sides. 

“Please ..I—” The adepti shuddered, crumbling to the mere flick of your wrist as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the edge give away under his heels, calling him to a placed he’d never known before but was eager to explore. But not alone. 

With more strength than he knew he’d possessed, Xiao managed to circle his hand around yours to still your movements. The action brought about a pregnant pause, swelled by the harsh pants of body bodies as both came to terms with the bridge yet to be crossed. 

“Do you not want to…?”

Xiao’s body jolted at the first sound of uncertainty in your voice. Just moments ago he’d been so aroused by your confidence and stride. He would always be your protector but it had been exhilarating to be at your mercy. And he never wanted you to feel ashamed for it. 

“No, no I—” Xiao was frustratingly uncharacteristic with his stuttering as he struggled to manage simple sentences. Every word felt like it was floating just out of reach, yet the slight tremble of uncertainty in your exhale grounded him enough to yank them down. “I want to, just not without you.” He wanted to reach this peak with you. It only felt right that way. 

Xiao is pleased with the warmth of assurance he receives as he carefully draws your touch away from his most sensitive core. With slow deliberation he switches your positions, laying you under him as he braces above. 

“ I want to remember these moments for centuries to come, “ he whispers as his mouth descends. You barely manage a whimper Me too before his hips make contact with your again. From this angle, the friction is different and less one-sided than before. Not to say you hadn’t enjoyed reducing the adepti to a melted puddle of your devotion, but sharing this moment topped it. 

Your choked gasp is answered by a pleased rumble as Xiao splits your legs, rucking up one calf high against his thigh as he ruts downward. And now, now you can truly relish in the delicious agony you’d put him through only moments before. 

A crawl of exuberance flows through your nerves as Xiao looks down between your bodies in amazement, how even still partially clothed it could feel this good. The promises of what it would be like without seems to bleed from your thoughts to his as his stark gaze captures yours. 

Its clumsily and desperate but the actions of you two tangled up in the process of removing your bottoms brings a bubble of laughter to your lips. It causes Xiao to pause briefly, stuck in the moment of simultaneously tugging away his pants and sticky, sweat flattened strands of his hair with the other hand. It was memorable. 

A moment in time just for the two of you. 

You’re thankful that Xiao doesn’t linger with his gaze. Under the brightness of the day, you’re wholly unprepared for that kind of scrutiny. For now you want to take him in purely by touch alone.

“I want to taste you,” his words come as a soft plea, that you doubt he even realizes as his gaze swirls with desire. “Still together. But just for a moment.” Xiao remains endearing in his diligence to always put your well being first. It’s impossible not to tease him for it, just once. 

“Oh, you know, do you?” It helps to draw away from what you know the sight of you must be: a light coat of perspiration against your chest as your breath gradually evens, and your legs parted unabashedly around him. “Do you think about it when you’re off in the marshes alone?”

Whether or not your claims rang true, the bright tip to his ears was enough for you. Your head tips back with laughter as Xiao grumbles above you. It may have well enough continued like that for a few more bouts had you not felt the tips of his fingertips between your thighs. 

Despite the crawl of heat from his nape to his cheeks, a mirror of your own, Xiao holds your gaze as his digits slide through your slick before applying pressure at your entrance. Slowly but certainly, his confidence rebuilds as your body quakes responsively to his touch. Lithe fingers remain true to his novice learned craft, thrusting deliberately without any other distractions. But for you it's enough as your body curls and rubs against it. Your body is naive and greedy enough to soak every bit of pleasure, forgetting the technicality of it all for the promise of his affections.

Your thighs tense when his cheek falls to your thigh as he watches in rapture at how you clenches just because of his fingers. You want more of him. So much more. Likely more than either of you were ready to handle, but what was truly the scope when being with an adeptus?

The first lap comes with the short abruptness of a kitten lick, then another without rhyme. Each flick off his tongue off beat to the point that you’d drive yourself crazy just trying to keep up. Through the haze of pleasure, you run a hand through his hair and tug gently, shifting your hips to angle towards his mouth. Even his unsteady breathing against you is driving you mad.

“Oh…oh god,” you gasp, lowering a hand to the back of Xiao’s skull in reactive response.

You moan as you lift your hips off the sofa and try to press closer. You’ve given up on the ardent task of keeping your eyes open as your body begins to tremble. Through the haze of the pressure you’re experiencing, you manage to articulate the sound of his name. Xiao answers the call with a nod of recognition as his draws away. 

“Together,” he echos, licking his lips relishing in the heady taste of you. The insistence was the sweetest torture with the grandest reward.

His fingers drop from you to wrap around your legs and grip your thighs as he positions himself. Even his unsteady breathing against you is driving you mad. The first press of him is hesitant as he prods. Though you do your best to withhold, you flinch against your will still learning to take him. As his hips still you tense, eyes you didn't realize had close flashing open with surprise. 

“Xiao, I—”

With a fresh balm of tenderness, your lover quiets the staccato of your heart as he presses capture your lips in a slow kiss. One hand leaves your side to brace the side of your face, holding you close as he sucks intimately at your tongue. At your soft but even exhale, he pulls away enough to settle his forehead against yours. Together you both breathe in, slow but assured as your hearts tumble in tandem. 

Xiao follows every slow drag of his breach with soft words of encouragement and sprinkled endearment. He drowns the feeling of him breaching your most intimate spot with the sound of his devotion and commitment to you. It’s a valiant effort as his tone lifts you just above the searing heat of him filling you. Until it's not the feel of him settling at the hilt, but the carefully crafted I love you that nearly causes you to burst. 

“I love you too, “ you gasp around his name as he initiates a cautious cant into you, further encouraged by the clench of your inner muscles as you cry into his shoulder. The pace is gradual but deliberate, with all the strength of a general aged by eons of patience. 

His face mirrors your crinkle of concentration and pleasure. Neither of you expect it to last long, too overwhelmed by the sound of you.

Xiao is the one who takes the fact into stride, determined for you to know only pleasure as he urges you to match uptick in rhythm. The fabric of the sofa against your back is delightful, as his drives urge a path of friction. 

 Xiao would never forgive himself if he missed the telling flutter of your lashes just before you surrender completely to him. It drives him forward, determined to chase you to depths he’s never reached, piloted simply by the knowledge of meeting you there. You try valiantly to keep up, but he simply takes the reins for himself. His hands hold you determinedly in place as he thrusts until you’re light-headed and babbling. 

He would savor the feeling of you unraveling for more than centuries to come, for millennia even after he follows you to the place beyond this world. The adepti surges forward to swallow your cry as you shudder and quake around him. The wave of your warmth washes away his restraint as he crumbles, capsized by you once again as he collapses against you. 

Despite his weight, your chest fills with every breath to the brim as you slowly come down from what could only be the heavens. You’re too languid to move, too exhausted to think beyond the muscle of the man above you. 

The best you can manage is to curl your arm around his sweaty back, fingers tangling in his hair as he groans out a muffled sound of appreciation. Your heart thumps slowly against the slight upturn of his lips as you bite through your own, unable to contain your happiness.

Even if you'd both put up your best efforts, nothing would be able to stop the slow drift of your eyelids as you accepted the blanket of exhaustion that settled over you both. Xiao who would have shown the most resistance, carefully extracted himself with a grimace before settling himself with a huff between your parted thighs. Your hand, that had become dislodged in his adjustments, was brought back to the crown of his head before he settled with a slow exhale.

You smiled and resume massaging the pads of your fingers into his scalp. If it was to be said that the conquer of demons could slept the day away, it wouldn't be found on your lips.

As the faint sounds of Liyue transitioning to midday, echoed from below, you came to terms with the fact it was unlikely that the two of you would get much of anything else done today.

There would certainly be more ‘vacation days’ on the horizon.

[aeripq]

Your wish is an order! Hcs how would Lyney act when she found out she's in love with the reader?

lyney pauses right in his tracks. he glances over at you, reading your book calmly next to him. your eyes are so focused, hair settled perfectly on your head. your fingers delicately turn the page, legs adjusting to get more comfortable.

you look beautiful.

he wants to treat you so delicately, to run his hands along your skin, watch your cheeks heat up. he wants to love you, in every way possible. your kindness, beauty, sass, even your anger is beautiful. you peek up from your book, gazing curiously into lyney’s eyes. “something wrong, lyn?” his gaze softens. he leans over, carefully placing his hand on your face, gently pulling you closer. “nothing, i just..i love you.” he closes the gap. his lips press against yours so softly- with such care. he breaks the connection between you two, and finishes his sentence, “so much.” you gaze at him, taken aback by his sudden declaration. to his surprise, you pull him right back into the kiss, passionate and loving. “i love you too.”

a/n:: hope this is ok!! love u ❤️

THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE LYNEY’S RELEASE!! also as usual don’t copy, repost w/o permission, post on to other platforms,, etc. etc.