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[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 25﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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wriothesley x f!reader -> degradation

a/n: kekeke this is the first time ive written wrio 🙇🏻‍♀️ his grace sama, i had fun playing around this and i promise this is the last prompt for the day :3 it’s just not everytime i get the time & the writing juice 🧃 yanno?? to finish works left n’ right!! i also don’t wanna queue them bc they were supposed to be finished w kinktober but i picked up the future prompts bc inspo. ❤️‍🔥🥹💋 wrio fuckers get ya mans

warnings: cockwarmie, degradation!!ofc ofc, wrio is a meanie but we’ve begged him for it ‼️👀

“please, your grace.” you squealed out when wriothesley spanked your needy clit for clenching around him too tight. sipping at his tea languidly and humming in ignorance. “can’t do anything but act like the little slut you are, huh? can’t live without cock?”

it hurts your heart but spasms your cunt when wrio uses words like these, uses you— for his own pleasure. like right now, using you as his personal little cock warmer. “my pathetic little cocksleeve.” he chants and hums, reading through entrance papers of the new criminals who are to be admitted in fortress of meropide. you know you wanted this in the first place, you’ve practically begged for wriothesley to treat you with the stature of ‘his grace’ and not your boyfriend. and here you are, now slumping against his desk, defeated.

wrio loves how you’re being put in your place right now, it’s adorable really. you’re nothing but his little princess after all. someone who gets away with everything she wants, someone who always gets what she wants. the whole fortress of meropide is at your service including wriothesley. you’re the definition of ‘spoiled’. maybe this is why, he’s ecstatic at your request and wants to show you just how much power he holds on you. how much control he can have on you and the most carnal need of your body, your pleasure.

his hands languidly reached your clit, finally letting your ignored bundle of nerves get some pleasure. rubbing circles on it and smirking when you squealed. “aw? go on, squeal like an animal. maybe i should put the announcement mic up your face so the whole fortress knows how much of a slut their grace’s little girl is.” with the way wriothesley said something so sinful, you whimpered at the sentence alone. the dirty talk shooting right at your core almost painfully turning you on.

“no, your grace. just want you to hear them.” you smirked and answered back, making wriothesley feel special in your own kind of way. “oh, we’re being too good are we? why? scared you’re gonna be punished?” wrio’s hands wrapped around a fistful of your hair, tugging them and making your back arched as he started railing you. cock pistoning against your nastily wet cunt, squelching noises filling up the room which were like music to his ears.

“just- wan- oh god.” you squeaked like a stuffed toy being used and abused oh so right. you waited to feel him moving, you’ve been so good for him. now that he’s rewarding you it’s so hard to keep a check on your aggressively building orgasm. “sir, please- gonna cum so bad.” you cry out, sniffling & sobbing at just how intense it felt. no you weren’t hurt, no you weren’t in pain or feeling bad. it was just the way wriothesley shoved you into feeling small, feeling like your purpose was to be his & only his, that the grateful tears of pleasing your dom & earning a reward erupted from your half-lidded eyes.

“don’t cry,” wriothesley softened a tenfold, hey— you are someone wrio’s whole world revolves around after all. his thrusts continued as he leaned in, rewarding you with your first gentle kiss, shoving his tongue in softly and humming as he ate away at your moans.

oh you’re definitely gonna want this so many times more. and you’ll definitely have to ask him to go a little further ;)

“feels- so good.” you hummed, humping back against his thick cock, pushing both you & your lover off the peak of the orgasm, shattering down below him & convulsing around his girth with a low scream. “that’s it, take it all in, my breedable little bitch in heat.” wriothesley commented, though with the way he rubbed your back and kissed your nape throughout the whole sentence makes you think otherwise. <3

[duckymcdoorknob]

LATE VALENTINE’S POST BC IM A GOOBER AND GOT MYSELF SICK

I literally love him sm and haven’t even met him in lore yet.

Lyney my beloved I just wanna 😘😘😘😚💋😚😚😘💋😗😙😚😙😙😙💋

I just wanna give him kissies until he’s giggly and smiley and-

Under Lock and Key

Ships: Lyney x Gn!reader

Warnings: FLUFF AND FLUSTERED LYNEY

Prompt: It’s Valentine’s Day, and your lover wants to show you just how much he adores you.

Tags: Genshin taglist .3. @ticklish-n-stuff @chrimsss

You couldn’t help but chuckle when Lyney’s gloved hands covered your eyes. It didn’t take a genius to know that it was him… You almost immediately recognized the cologne he was fond of wearing.

“Hello, Lyney,” you cooed.

“Aww, how’dja know it was me?” the magician pouted.

“I’m a psychic! And my next prediction is that you’re going to show me something.” You heard him chuckling before sighing.

“Do you trust me, Mon Cher?” His voice was hushed, and you felt his fingers twitch a bit over your eyes.

“With my whole life, amour,” you answered.

“Stand up, and let me guide you,” Lyney demanded in that smooth voice that always left you swooning. “Let me be your eyes and close your own… I will lead you to what I wish to show you.”

His protective demand left you dizzy and breathless. Nonetheless, you rose to your feet and closed your eyes. You felt his hands leave their place over your face and take your own. Suddenly, you felt yourself being dragged forward; you gave into the momentum and trudged along.

The magician guided you through the streets by your hands. His acquaintances waved to him and he beamed back at them and you two continued along the sidewalk.

You had only been together for about four months, but you already knew that you were head over heels for him. “Soooo… where are you taking me, amour?” You inquired with a small smile.

Lyney turned around to answer, but his breath caught in his throat. The sunlight was hitting you just the right way, and you were shining in its rays.

“Lyney?”

“I- just- don’t move,” he demanded in a sheepish voice.

“Now you sound like your brother.” You chuckled once more, shaking your head

A few more seconds passed and still no words were spoken. You peeked open your eyes and were met with your lover’s blushing face. It seemed as if Lyney knew that he was already in love with you as well…

“Hey don’t open-“ The magician gaped at you as you stared at him. Your eyes glittered in the soft glow of the sunlight.

“What?”

Silence.

A dopey smile grew on your face as you chuckled. “What?!”

The blonde exhaled breathlessly. “I’ve truly been smiled upon by the archons. Your beauty is unmatched, Mon Ange.”

“Such a smooth talker,” you murmured, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his forehead. You stuck out your hand once more. “Now, didn’t you want to show me something?”

Lyney nodded his head and smiled, taking your hand. “Close your eyes!”

Once again, the two of you were on your way. Suddenly, you began to hear the sound of tranquil waters below. Granted, they were quite far from you, but you could steal hear the peaceful sound of trickling ripples.

“You’re not going to throw me in the lake; are you?” you asked with a chuckle.

Your love snorted and fell into a fit of the beautiful laughter you’ve always so loved to hear. “No, my rosebud, I will not throw you into the lake.” He paused and chuckled again. “But if you wish to jump together, that is a different story. How about it?”

A fond exhale from you in return gave Lyney the answer he wished.

“Okay, now you can open your eyes.”

When you fluttered your eyes open, you saw the gorgeous waters of your homeland, the court, Marcotte Station, and your beloved.

“Oh, Lyney…” you whispered, “It’s beautiful.”

“That isn’t all of it, amour.” The magician fumbled in his pocket, his fingers lacing around the objects within. “Hold out your hand.”

You obliged, feeling a cold, metal object being placed on your palm. When you looked down, your eyes locked onto a small, brown padlock, which had yours and Lyney’s initials carved into it. “A lock?”

Your lover stood closer to you, draping his arm around your waist. “It’s ours for us to lock on the fence here.”

Before you could question, he spoke again.

“I want everyone to see that we belong to one another”

Your face warmed as you gaped at him, your hand completely still, thumb grazing over the small object. “Yeah…?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

Your hand clasped around the object as you threw your arms around Lyney. He giggled as you cradled his face and peppered kisses all over it.

Eventually, the two of you knelt down in front of the chain-link fence that oversaw the water. The magician cupped your hand as you snapped the lock into place. He pulled the key out of his pocket, handing it to you. “Just in case if-“

You didn’t even let him finish the sentence before you threw the key into the water below as hard as you could. “I will never change my mind.”

Without words, Lyney pressed your foreheads together as he smiled. “This was the best thing I could think of. I thought it might have been too early to propose to you.”

You kiss his forehead and turned back to look at the lock. “I wouldn’t have thought it was too early, dummy.”

When you turned back around, Lyney was on one knee and holding a small, velvet box. He snapped it open to reveal a shimmering ring.

“Then let’s make it official.”

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

[genshin-scenarios]

ways to ensnare a charmer (lyney x reader)

Summary: a Lyney drabble! Mostly him being down bad and falling for you. There’s also a dance near the fountain at midnight~

Wordcount: 706

Confidence is an attractive thing. Lyney knows this, and so do you. 

He approaches you with a practiced smile, tricks up his sleeve to dazzle you (and the crowd). At the end of it all he gives you a rose, half an invitation and a statement to remind you of his interest. He wears this confidence like a shield against whatever rejection he might meet (be it direct, or the kind that comes in the acceptance of some but not all of him—gray and muddy his past may be). 

But then you answer with a quieter smile than usual. On a night where he’s walking you home with another charming excuse, you respond with sincerity in your gaze as you thank him for looking out for you, and for a moment Lyney swears the stars are twinkling in your eyes. 

The next day he finds you in the city while in a very good mood—only to falter and feel his cheeks grow red at your greeting.

“Good morning Lyney. Looks like the sun is shining as usual.”

“How can you tell?”

“Well, it’s smiling at me as we speak.” 

The moment he shows that he’s capable of being flustered, it’s over for Lyney; you drop little compliments and lines around him without blinking an eye, leaving him to feel like he’s losing his mind.

Even if your lines weren’t all that extraordinary, Lyney finds himself focusing too much on the quirk of your lips to care. And now he’s thinking about the way you laughed when he was stunned speechless—he hasn’t seen that kind of laugh on you before, and a part of him wouldn’t mind being a fool if that’s what it took to pull that sound from you again.

-

As the both of you shed off the colors and costumes you wear in the day, you find yourself sneaking onto the top of buildings and roaming through the empty city at night. It’s a bit of a dance as much as it is a game of tag. Lyney chats about his siblings to you, and you ramble a bit about the things stressing you out this week.

Cheeks flushed and hair disheveled, you feel like school-children that have snuck out for some adventurous rendezvous. Fontaine should feel lonely when it looks as sparse as this, but as Lyney takes off his hat and bows to you while standing on the base of the fountain, it’s all you can do to return the gesture, stepping onto the makeshift stage.

The moonlight suits Lyney a lot more than the Sun, you realize. Not because of one's melancholy or the other’s brightness, but because of how he seems to unravel when the light is gentle and no one else is there to bear witness to his soul. 

You’re aware there is one barrier left, as you are still an audience—but just as Lyney never pushed for you to lower your walls, you would do the same for him. Share the moment and feel his warmth from underneath his gloves as he spins you one last time, and steps away.

Except that’s not quite the end of the dance. Lyney pulls you towards him once more, placing a short kiss against your lips as goodbye.

He mutters your name with that farewell, and you haven’t been able to forget how mesmerizing he looked up close. As much as you’ve been able to ensnare him, he’s not having much trouble keeping you captive under his gaze either.

The next morning, well… Lyney, for a lack of better words, really wants to kiss you again. 

He might’ve had a dream that essentially replayed the events of last night, except it ended with himself whispering a confession to you. He wakes up before dream-you can reply, and is in full-blown panic because it felt so realistic that he almost thought it was real (and if that were the case, why couldn’t he recall your answer?!)

“So if it’s alright with you…”

God, he buries his face in his hands. Why didn’t I say that last night? It would’ve been the perfect place, and just the thought of someone else winning your heart makes him want to bury himself six feet under.

[blueparadis]

❝IF ONLY I COULD❞ + KAVEH

+. CWs —» f-reader, s!her pronouns, m-masturbation, implied accidental voyeurism, subtle undertones of perv!kaveh & bottom-dom!kaveh, wet dreams, mention of al-haitham; word count — 0.8kish.

+. PRECIS —» Kaveh can’t help it, you are just too much for him and hence he decides to keep you off his mind.

+. NOTES —» phew! The way he has me in a chokehold. . . also I'm trying a new style of writing so feel free to send me kaveh thoughts:> you can read my works via NAVIGATION LINKS.

In his memory, Kaveh has always found her engaging as well as entertaining even if he had bleak chances of talking to her. It is true that he is often teased about her, especially by al-haitham, whenever he catches those cherry eyes lurking over her, looking for her.

But lately, she has been frequenting his mind more than before, more than in one way and all because of a lucid dream. The first time when he saw her in his dreams, in a white nightgown laughing before extending her arms towards him , he gasped and woke up from his sleep thinking why it had to be her?

And since then, he has been attracted towards her, romantically perhaps and hence he stopped visiting the library during her work shifts. He wanted to stay away from her, now more than ever since he hated the feeling of loneliness that lingered underneath his skin every time he dreamt of her, thought of her.

Yet here he was, submerged in her thoughts and far away from this world. Kaveh should not, he really should not since he knew that if he did this once there is no coming back.

Moreover, chances are there that she will be more vivid than before in his dreams, in his mind and every time she passes by Kaveh at the workplace. But now, it is too late to think of what might be the consequences of his thoughts. The strain in his pants has already become unbearable.

Kaveh slides his right arm under his vest grazing his lower belly thinking for the last time, but eventually, his arm slipped into his pants, his fingers clamping around his length, and finally, a soft groan escaped from his mouth. The tip of his tongue kisses the corner of his lips as he takes out his cock that was coated with a warm white fluid, pre-cum.

For a moment, he is surprised, and then he is not. There is a crescent along his lips as he taps the tip of his cock, smearing the reddened end with its pre.

“Oh fuck. This feels so much better.”, he huffs looking over his shoulder to check if al-haitham is really asleep or not. Kaveh thinks he is sleeping, he better be otherwise the worst case that could happen is that she would not smile while looking at him but rather avoid him if there were any eye contact to happen henceforth.

He palms his member, a little harder this time trying to imagine how it would feel to be sheathed by her gummy walls. He starts to pump his cock as his pants were clustered at the bottom of the chair while his legs were trying to give space as much as possible by spreading them further.

He revisits his memories, memories where she and her beautiful body were in abundance: the first time you smiled at him, the accidental touch when she was handing him the papers he asked for, that late evening when he caught you bathing, naked and gleaming in the moonlight.

He picks the last one, where he watched you scrub yourself, your plush body, your boobs, and hardened nipples. He remembers how he felt his cock twitch at that moment and now he is pumping his cock rashly, the hem of his vest being buried in between his teeth, muffled moans escaping his mouth as the squelching noises become louder and louder.

His other hand gradually makes its way towards his nipples, pinching and circling around them thinking of her lips on his. “Oh fuck.”, he hisses as his toes curl, his hips buck up with a force as he thinks how euphoric would it be to have her soft calloused hands on his cock, to have her warm lips in his, to have her boobs pressed against his bare chest, pronounced nipples grazing against each other while Kaveh’s cock is hitting her sweet spot with precision and all he could hear is the blend of desperate moans, of his and her.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his hands move up and down his swollen cock, hitting his girth with calculated thrusts. He paces up as he feels his orgasm approaching, huffing and panting, not caring how vocal he has become until the coil at the core of his flat belly snaps making him dizzy, his hand movements sloppy, and his inner thighs closing in slowly.

Kaveh’s chest rises up and down frantically as he finally opens his eyes watching the spurs of milky white fluid all over the floor and his study desk. A heavy sigh leaves his body as his breathing normalizes. 

“If only I could tell her . . .”, he mumbles before closing his eyes and thinking of you, again. He takes a few moments to relax before cleaning the mess.

—

@tokyometronetwork

[peonysgreenhouse]

hunt you down. (arlecchino x reader)

summary: you should've known she would find you here. (gn!reader x arlecchino, possessive arle)

forest ranger log #176

tonight, all is quiet. which frightens me a little, not even the chirping on insects can be heard from my post. i have patrolled the entire perimeter, and nothing seems out of place, but i can’t help but worry…

your seelie illuminates your notebook. it was the only source of light besides the few stars that were able to peek through the jungle canopy. the camp was not too far back, and though you had another hour until your shift ended, you feel it would be best to return. the silence of the forest told you all you needed to know.

tighnari has always taught you to trust your instincts, after all.

you knew the way back to your post well by now; it took longer in the dark but the uneasiness building in your chest quickens your usual pace.

and then the sound of footsteps breaks the quiet. heavy and slow, whoever it was that was behind you wanted you to know they were there. you clutch the hilt of your sword tight.

“found you.” the voice whispers, so close to your ear you could feel their breath. you draw your sword, reeling back and nearly tripping over the roots of a tree. she laughs, and it’s then you knew exactly who you were dealing with.

“arlecchino.” you breathe out, hands trembling as you hold your sword out in front of you.

“did you really think you could hide from me, dove?” you shiver at her low voice.

you couldn’t fight her. the battle would be lost before you made your first swing. running was not an option either, she would find you wherever you went. she steps forward, pushing close enough to where the only thing between you two was your sword.

in the dim glow of your seelie, she’s as handsome as death itself. the knave grips your chin in one hand, making sure you would not run.

perhaps a few years ago you would be happy to see your old lover so suddenly, but now you knew the cruelty she was capable of. in that time, you’ve pondered over the relationship you both once had.

were you a mere trophy for her to possess? something pretty she could dangle over the other harbingers heads? a perfect doll for her to marionette?

“the tsaritsa will not miss me.” you clench your teeth, trying your best to not fold underneath her. “i was easily replaced.”

you’re still not sure. you knew you loved her but…

“the tsaritsa…” the barely contained rage in her eyes bubbles over, and her grip on your chin tightens just enough to hurt. “for you to even mention another when i came all the way here to retrieve you.”

“you do not belong to the fatui, nor the tsaritsa. you belong to me.”

[lyxzeun]

— clingy genshin boys, and how they’re like.

he doesn’t show love that much, but you know he does. he isn’t really able to emphasize his love to you, but at times he could get very clingy! especially during his days off. be prepared because he’s not gonna go anywhere unless you pay attention to him the whole day, or even worse, a week. when he’s clingy, the morning will start out with lazy morning cuddles and moments of silence, with his arms around you while your back faces him, and you’re doing your best to look over your shoulder, and so you turn around to him, looking at him with a fond smile and loving eyes. during the afternoon, the two of you eat lunch, you get on the couch and he soon then joins you and cuddles with you, (again). and in the evening, he’s not letting you go on the bed, so make sure you’ve done all the work you’re supposed to do, he’s definitely clinging to you the whole day.

— SCARAMOUCHE, al haitham, DOTTORE .

this gentleman right here shows his love language to you by acts of service and quality time. although, sometimes it could be physical touch. for example, during mornings, he could wake up earlier than you since he’s a busy man (that still has time for you), but on day offs, holidays, and things as such, the mornings with him are pure bliss. the morning starts with you laying on his chest, then he sees you wake up and says a soft greeting; “goodmorning, love.” and sometimes you forget that he’s on a day off or if it’s a holiday, so hearing his raspy, groggy, sleepy voice is very surprising to hear after you wake up. during the day, he’ll make you some lunch and he doesn’t leave you on the table, he waits for you to finish lunch and admires you for a while. while he stares at you, he does things like wiping your mouth with a napkin or even wipe your bottom lip with his thumb (it’s kinda hot with the way he looks at you while he looks at you), and in the evening, he’s laying on your chest this time, and falls asleep to the calming and soft thumps of your heartbeat.

— DILUC, ZHONGLI, AL HAITHAM, kaeya .

— vale speaks ! .. if you all are wondering where are the others, im doing them tomorrow bc im tired and im trying my best not to overwork myself😝😝

[zuhamuses]

“what are you doing, amour?” navia asks between giggles, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

you pass her a smile. “just testing which lipstick suits you better.” you reply.

your lips touch her cheeks, nose, and then her lips. she gasps in surprise but the grin never leaves her face.

“so pretty…” she murmurs, caressing your face.

“not prettier than you.” you tell her.

[lurlia]

i know childe loves being caressed and treated like a pearl that could break easily. he loves being on your lap or a head on your chest, probably fast asleep from work. caress his head and tell him how much he matters to you 😭😭😭

[ariicandy]

Dainself, royal blood of the knight..”Twilight Sword”

Royal! Dainsleif  x reader

{ — - — - — }

"My dearest significant lover, [y/n].

I must sincerely apologize of my absence of not meeting you and my long dark waiting for your patience, I miss spending our time in the garden stargazing when everyone is sound asleep..your elegant voice sings to the moon that owns the night, as the sun rises to bless your heart for us to meet another again.

Whom I hold dear for your presence is to be lucky to have holding you, pitching your rosy cheeks, and kissing your angelic lips..I promise when I return I will find you once more like the days we started seeing each other.

I promise to get the loveliest, and gorgeous things that you would love as a apology gift for being gone for quite some time, I love you with my whole heart and soul"

-with much love,  Dainsleif

[halcyon-writings]

Bernadetta and Kazuha x reader fluff. That’s it, thats the request.

I’m ngl bestie this rq was a little vague so I did my best (+ these are hcs as that wasn’t specified either). fun fact, this is the first set of writing that had more than one fandom

nav.

expect a lot of haikus written about you, they can either be serious or goofy, but nevertheless they're special. and he always recites them to you as he comes up with them, and maybe you've occasionally helped him with a verse or two. although the best come at nighttime, when the pair of you are stargazing and he's staring at you rather than the stars that twinkle in the sky. (although you do almost shove him when he points out your flustered expression, his own smile smug).

this is more of a personal hc, but i feel like kazuha defintely plays with your hands if you're not doing something. you could be sitting around, either waiting on the next time for the crux to sail at the docks or just simply hanging out, kazuha just twiddles with your hands in his own, it's a bit of a grounding way for him, as well as giving him the excuse of holding your hands whenever he wants (pov: you're his emotional support person now good luck escaping).

bernadetta my sweet girl, one who deserves only good things, the little archer that could, etc. she can be awkward as hell prior to any sort of relationship but!!! she does try. she’ll be fine with hanging out, but once it occurs to her that those feelings have become less friendly, she probably bursts into flames. just kidding. but probably. but yeah, once she realizes that, slowly you’ll see her get bold, and by bold she sits 1/16 of an inch closer to you if you’re near her. listen, we’re taking it one step at a time, she’s doing amazing.

one of the things you two do together is read. whether you're reading a fictional novel like her, or otherwise, it's a nice and comfortable time where the silence is comfortable and you two are close to one another. just curled up on a loveseat or just in bed snuggled up beneath a soft blanket, the two of you are comfy and warm. the entertaining story is a bonus. (although you ask her to read you one of her works, now bernadetta is turning a concerning shade of red, please don't tease her like that lmaooo (although she will read them to you if you really want her to).

[duckymcdoorknob]

Thinking about husband!Itto who tries to surprise you by cutting up some lavender melon for the two of you.

By the time he’s done, he’s accidentally eaten so much in the process that there’s only about two slices for each of you. 😭❤️

[genshin-scenarios]

a song for one audience—☆

Summary: 5wirl idol AU headcanons! Reader’s role isn’t specified.

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Aether

The first time you heard Venti singing in the recording studio, you had a feeling you were doomed to have a weakness for him from the start. With a voice like that, constantly teasing and asking for your praise, it takes everything to not look him in the eyes and lose your willpower. He knows he’s cute and will use it to his advantage, asking you to accompany him on coffee runs or other menial tasks.

When Venti goes in front of the camera or onto stage however, all his playful energy shifts into something else. With the graceful lilt of his voice and sparkling gaze, Venti knows how to captivate an audience like nothing else.

Once, you were running late and were supposed to bring 5wirl their items for a fan meeting. During your panic, you’d texted Venti to tell him about the situation, only to arrive and see that he’d managed to improvise and surprise the audience with a short live QnA to stall for you.

It’s at times like these when you’re reminded of why 5wirl nominated him as their leader. As if it was no big deal, Venti only sends you a wink as you enter the vicinity, subtly telling you that everything was fine.

After that however, he did tell you he’d like some compensation of some sort. Before he’d been scouted as an idol, Venti was an independent music artist - and still likes to make songs on the side and asks you to listen to them. Thus… he had you write him a love song's lyrics. It's all fun and games until you realize that after your part, he'd written his own reply.

At your first meeting, you bumped into Xiao when you were entering a practice room. This happened quite literally; you had a bunch of items in your arms and the both of you stepped forward at the same time, leading to a dramatic collison. 

Was it embarrassing? Yes. But at least no one got hurt and you shared said embarrassment with Xiao, who helped you retrieve everything and apologized for the accident.

…You probably would’ve been more indignant about the whole thing if you weren’t struck by how pretty he was. For a moment, you almost debated asking for his number or if he worked here, when one of his group members came in and diffused the situation.

The next time you had a moment was at a cafe you often frequented for lunch. Xiao was dressed discreetly, but you’d recognise those eyes anywhere - suffice to say you managed to catch him on your way out, and found out that Xiao had a penchant for sweets.

The first time you saw him (and the rest of 5wirl) dressed in concert attire for rehearsal, just… Wow. Um, the costume designer really knew which aspects of the members to bring out. You tried your best not to stare, but that only resulted in not making eye contact with Xiao for the entire day until he’d finally cornered you to ask what was wrong 

(Little did you know, he was worried you were mad at him or something similar. Performing while distracted really does show in Xiao, who often wields a sort of intensity that has fans unable to tear their eyes away.)

You felt immensely deceived the first time you met Kazuha. He didn’t do so on purpose, you’re sure - but how could you live down treating him like a random staff member, and having him give you a tour of the entire building on your first day?!

You ended up asking for his number, thinking you could set up a lunch date with this ‘cute co-worker’ of yours. 

A cute co-worker who was dressed in comfy clothing and had a calming voice - who’d asked you if you were adjusting well to the city, and told you about his hometown to break the ice.

God, you thought you had a chance with Kazuha until you showed up for your first day of work with the newly-formed 5wirl, only to see him in the lineup - perfect smile directed at you. 

His eyes light up, pleasantly surprised you’d be working together. In that moment you could practically feel the floor between you break apart and shift miles away. An idol of all people was definitely out of your league!

Despite all this, Kazuha was never the type to discriminate between job titles or popularity. He continued to be a kind, caring friend towards you.

And the moments that make you question if he’s pushing for something more? Well… Kazuha has always been the poetic type, inviting you to watch the sakura blossoms, take a stroll at the park - making you instant noodles when you were both trapped in the office from a thunderstorm… Just don’t be surprised if he proposes something more official next time. (Have you ever gotten fan-mail before? He hopes he’ll have the chance to be your first.)

Heizou is who you’d call the problem solver of the group. He also takes care of the others by observing them and nudging things in the right direction, if someone were to be in a bad or nervous mood.

This extends to you, once Heizou has accepted you into his unofficial list of important people in his life. Once, you asked him how he’s so good at predicting the outcomes of things or analyzing sticky situations, only for Heizou to see this as a chance to invite you out for a date.

…Well, he disguises it as more of a challenge: if you can figure out his methods based on his behavior during the date, he’ll also reveal the secret to how he guesses mysteries correctly every time you showed him a book or movie plot. 

In reality, it was just a way for Heizou to show you around his favorite parts of the city and reveal a bit of what he’s like away from idol work. His hobbies, favorite foods, and little actions to make sure you’re having fun during the day - these don’t go unnoticed by you, and when you list them off Heizou can feel his ears blushing, only for you to conclude that he’s just a thoughtful person by nature, and there wasn’t anything you could do to replicate his level of empathy like some robot.

Well, he did quite enjoy being in the center of your attention - but when you put it like that with such a soft smile on your face, Heizou feels like his heart’s been seized by a thief.

Often doted on by his fans, Aether is pretty much an angel on earth as far as you could tell. He’s nice, friendly, and always willing to lend you a hand (or a listening ear, if your job was stressing you out).

When he’s suddenly tasked by his also-an-idol sister to finally take you somewhere outside of work however, Aether is understandably at a loss of what to do. Lumine doesn’t budge, shoving him out of the house with a mission to shop for her if he needs an excuse. “Just say I’ve been feeling down and you wanted to get me stuff, or congratulate me on my next performance - then secretly buy stuff for them!”

At the back of his mind, Aether does have to wonder how long Lumine has been silently hoping he’d make a move. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but you’re always so busy - he didn’t want to add to your stress!

That, and the last time dating was brought up in conversation, you’d smoothly said you weren’t interested in it (little did he know, he was literally the only person that believed that - everyone else giving you a side eye and glanced at Aether, who you obviously had a soft spot for.)

You agreed to help him with his tasks, giving Aether the opportunity to learn more about what gifts you liked and other details that would only come up in long, casual conversations. During that afternoon he learns that you look dazzling under the sunlight, and that he’s definitely in love with your laugh.

[blueparadis]

okay okay hear me out here:

needy service top kaveh and power bottom reader, this man would definitely have a thing for femdoms and nobody can tell me otherwise!! Big watery eyes looking up at you as you rode him, begging to cum and asking if he was a good boy ;)

❝ MIDNIGHT SNACK ❞ + KAVEH

+. CWs —» f!reader, sprinkle of fwb tropes, power play, edging, orgasm denial, hand job, overstimulation, biting, cum-play, slight breeding k!nk,unprotected, implied voyeurism & mention of al-haitham, word count — 1.2k

+. NOTES —» the power dynamics in this (bites lip) and thank you for contributing to one of my sleepless nights with the thought of service dom!kaveh.

Maddening.

Impulsive.

Unheeding or all three of the above? Kaveh could not tell. He was trying to focus, focus on the font-face of rusted pages of the book, the sound of birds chirping, the soft swish of the warm afternoon breeze; anything other than the feeling of your delicate calloused fingers around his cock.

Kaveh was everything but not an envious man, but he caught himself cursing, gritting his teeth as you tapped the soggy tip of his stiff shafts that had been begging for attention.

He hated how your face was all stoic, his was too yet his mind was in shambles. Resting  his elbow on the table near the border of the book, turning the page he reclined his face on his palm so as to cover his mouth, his quivering lips that seemed to simmer with tension. 

Al-haitham, his roommate, his annoyance, his chamber of secrets was sitting opposite him and his girl, you. He was engrossed in that particular book that he discovered lately.

Kaveh knew al-haitham would not ever pay any heed to him or his girl or whatever was going on under the table. He secretly wished that something, anything would disrupt his rapt attention from the book so that he might just have a chance to irritate him; enough to leave this god-damn library.

You were an inch away from his seat as your fingers worked on his shaft. He would not have to go through this if he did focus on his book rather than your face. He was staring at you shamelessly and why would he not?

Especially after the recent midnight snacks he was getting from you. He was not unaware how much you hated that: him gawking at you hungrily as if the world around him had ceased to exist, especially in front of his roommate.

And so, to divert his attention you found the urge to teach him a lesson, a good one indeed, your inner voice praised what you are doing; as you rubbed his pre-cum around the tip of his cock.

Kaveh took all of it, silently. He had to. Even if he wanted to run he could not. He should have stopped you when you swiftly unzipped his pants and took out his cock yet he did not. Such was the magic of your touch. Maddening.

“What’re you thinking of . . .?”, Al-haitham trailed off as he noticed Kaveh's congested eyebrows and the wicked folds over his face.

Nothing. That is the problem. Kaveh could not think of anything at all except that he wished to fuck you on this very table so hard, so long that when you are alone you can think only of him, reek only of him, feel only him. 

“Haitham”, you drawled taking your hand out of Kaveh’s slacks, “you sound genuinely concerned for someone who claims to hate Kaveh.” , you finished without even sparing a glance.

Fury crawled under his skin, eyes flashing in annoyance al-haitham parted his lips to speak but the great scribe knew well better than to be provoked at such a silly remark. Besides, people learn from their mistakes or avoid them.

But Al-haitham was too used to your taunts so he chose the latter. “Oh! My fucking god. I can not do this right now.”, he barked before stomping out of the room in haste.

Kaveh’s patience was thinning. He was counting the scribe’s steps. Five, six, seven, eight, nine and he was finally about to experience that has been ravaging his mind for half an hour. He wasted no time on having you underneath him and before those dry lips of yours could protest he took them in between his. 

Hands bunching up the frills of your tulle, fingers desperately fighting to have a grip on your wrists while his lips suckled yours with precision. Slow yet roughly his fingers kept working on your wet folds as he swallowed your moans.

You bucked your hips searching for the reward you worked so hard for. A welp but then again Kaveh pushed your hands down sucking your lips with greater intensity, moans escaping his mouth as he bit your lower lip, hard enough to leave a bruise.

Eyes gleamed with rolls of pleasure, cheeks cherry tinted, mouth open ajar, panting as you sat to bring him in between your legs. He took out his rock-hard cock, pumping a few times so as to work on his foreskin. He was too dressed to fuck you but you have grown used to that but your body can be betraying sometimes. Your lips latched onto his neckline as your hand worked on his belt. “What’re ya’doing?”, he murmured.

“Kaveh…” al-haitham yelled. The sound of footsteps was becoming louder with each tick of the clock and his heartbeat seem to be at par with them.

Fuck.

“Kaveh ?”, al-haitham called again. Seeing the library empty he left immediately. Never in his mind, he can think that Kaveh could be hiding behind the bookshelves, half-clad, biting the soft flesh of your shoulders while pushing his cock inside your pussy.

You were as tight as a fist, even after all the fingering; even after all the wait. Watching you wince as he pushed up to the girth tempted him. Your nails gripping on his shoulders as you adjusted to his length.

Your eyes rolled white, mouth gasping for breath as he spoke, “You okay? Or should I pull out?” No way. That would mean he won, you lost in teaching him a memorable lesson. You looked at him with heavy eyelids, and then it fell onto his chest and his nipple: pink and pronounced.

“Why? Can’t you keep up?”, you muttered tracing the pink bead before giving it a lick. Kaveh shuddered, shoulder tensed as his fingers gripped your thighs harder. 

“Let’s find that, shall we?”, and he placed you against the wall, strong lithe arms adjusting you so that he can fuck you with precision, hitting deep and deeper with every thrust. “Who can last longer?”

He was denied of his orgasm once and yet your pussy clenched around him after each thrust. It was deep, strong and a pause in between each, reminding you of your torment toward him, relishing the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing around himself.

Kaveh could feel it, the knot in his lower belly. He was about to cum but he did not want to. He wanted to last longer, more than you. His strokes were getting slower and sloppier. “Kaveh, please , please i can’t stand. Not anymore.”, you mumbled as he kept jamming into your hole messily, your juices coating his cock.

He still hadn’t his fill. He sat on the chair cupping your ass cheeks, massaging, and soothing your aching muscles. You felt your heart flutter at his gesture. He has never done that before in all of the previous fucking sessions. 

You grabbed the frame of the chair and started grinding against him with calculated long thrusts earning groans of relaxation from him.

Kaveh unhooked your dress, enough to have a display on your boobs. As he bit your nipple and played with the other you gasped loudly and could feel your legs closing in, the knot in your belly getting tighter with each strong slide.

“Fuck, fuck…I’m close.”, Kaveh was way too vocal for someone who was used to fucking his girl in quiet places, in library, in the adjacent room of the scribe. “I can’t,mmgh ”, he choked as you felt your legs closing in involuntarily, shaking, mouth gaping to hold down the moans. 

“Fuck, can I-can i c-um?”, to which you nodded not stopping, not yet. You glanced at your him through the corner of your eyes, noticing tears pooling at the corner of his eyes.

Fuck. How long has he been holding back?

While Kaveh couldn't believe his eyes. You never let him finish inside of him. He made sure that he never did became that would put both of your lives in danger, maybe three who knows.

“you sure...?”, he checks thinking if he just fucked you to insanity yet all his senses could register was another nod and a begging yes.

Just the thought of filling you with his seed, filling breasts with milk turned him on. He came right away. Thick, murky and warm. You could feel the warm fluid,coating your walls as he growled. You wanted to get up by he landed his head on your shoulder, his hands preventing you from leaving him.

As he shot up, you noticed his almond eyes full of lust, maybe love. “was it good?”, he whispered against your ears running his fingers through your hair.

“what?”, you enquired being shocked at his display of emotions,as if it was slipping like sand in between your fingers.

“alright. Let me ask you again. Was I good?”

“yes you were.”, you hummed slouching against his chest, hiding your face from him,so that he doesn't know, doesn't know that your emotions are leaking through the cracks of your heart.

—

@tokyometronetwork

[peonysgreenhouse]

presentable. (kaveh x reader)

summary: you help kaveh do his hair after he oversleeps.

tags: kaveh x gn!reader, just fluff!

You find him fast asleep at his architect's desk, neck craned at such an uncomfortable angle you wonder how long he had been awake before drifting off.

"Kaveh." You call, quietly, as not to startle him awake. When he doesn't stir, you creep closer, putting a hand on his shoulder and gently shaking him. "Kaveh, you have a meeting soon, you need to wake up."

When he wakes, he does so slowly, the middle of his sketch paper sticking to his cheek as he raises his head from the desk. He groans, blinking slowly against the light from the window, then tilts his head towards you.

Kaveh's face scrunches up when he does so, and it seems he notices two things at once. One, that his choice of nap location has smudged his precious work, and two that he now has a horrible pain in his neck. He groans once again and stands up, huffing.

"I can't believe I fell asleep like this!" He throws up his arms and starts rifling through his clothing chest. "I don't even remember being tired, it's like I finished the working drawings and then I passed out."

You look down at the top sheet and see what looks to be a floor plan, with lots of text in the margins and mathematic symbols you don't quite understand. It gives you a headache just looking at it.

"This is for the lighthouse renovations, right?"

"Right." He answers, shucking off his old shirt and putting a new one on. He shakes out his hair, and then turns to you. "Do you know what time it is? It's not past midday, is it?"

You figure you shouldn't mention how some of the graphite from his paper had imprinted on his cheek. "Ah, well, it's just a little past twelve."

Kaveh curses, striding angrily across the room into the bathroom, angrily muttering to himself. He curses again when he sees his reflection, and starts scrubbing at his face.

"I can do your hair, if you want." You offer, trying to keep him from catastrophizing further. Kaveh continues scrubbing until the pencil markings rub off onto his hands, then leans against the sink.

"...That would be nice." He says, quietly. "I'm already going to be late, might as well be presentable."

You laugh to yourself; you think that sleep-ruffled Kaveh was still more handsome than anyone else in Teyvat. You grab his wrist and tug him back to his architect desk so he could sit, and work on taking out the feathers, the hairpins, the braids in his hair.

Kaveh looks over his working drawings one last time, content to let you brush out his hair with your fingers. He tries not to shiver when you scratch lightly against his scalp.

"Do you want me to style it like you usually do?" You ask, starting to separate the strands for a braid.

Kaveh shrugs. "Whatever looks best. I trust you."

"So I can put it up?"

"Of course." Kaveh takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. "Like I said, I trust you."

Your heart flutters at his honesty; you feel you might never get used to it. You braid the small section you had started on and gather his hair into a ponytail. His hair had gotten long since you last messed with it.

You tie it off with a hairband, and move around him to brush his bangs out of his eyes. His cheeks pink at the contact.

"Handsome, as always." You say, content, as you stick his feather behind his ear. "You ready to go now?"

"I've decided that I need to change one little thing." He leans back in his chair, tilting his head back to look at you. Kaveh winces as it pulls the strain from earlier.

"Kaveh, you're already late." You playfully chide.

"I know, I know." He leans forward, grabbing a pencil and tapping it to his lips. "But I'm telling you this is going to be worth the extra minutes. If my employer is passionate about this project, they'll understand."

You sigh. You know in your heart that his employer would most likely not understand, but you couldn't tell him that. You can't help but admire his never-ending optimism for hoping that one day, he'd meet an employer who cared for the art of architecture as much as he did.

"I'll come and drag you out in fifteen, then, alright?"

Kaveh is already so engrossed in his work that you're sure he doesn't hear you. You shake your head, laughing, placing a quick kiss to his hair before leaving him to his work.

You said fifteen, but you'd give him twenty. Art can't be rushed but sometimes it needs to be nudged gently towards the finish line.

[lyxzeun]

— THE ADORATION EVEN IN THOSE IRRESISTIBLE TIMES. ;; il dottore / zandik x sick!reader

yna left a message ; gws @cxlrosii <3!

;; dottore, who never thought that he’d be able to experience you being sick.

;; he was very prideful that you wouldn’t get sick because of how well he took care of you, but sadly (and unfortunately), you did. apparently it was when he left you alone at an ice lake where few birds would flap their wings onto the water; and you got wet by the cold ice— and it started to rain.

;; the few days it’d start off with dottore busying himself in the lab making you a remedy, not even thinking of heading to the medicine store. he wanted to stay by your side whilst you were sick. you could get even more fatigued.

;; once he starts to stop busying himself in the lab— he immediately starts to give you attention right away.

;; he’d kiss you softly and hold you so close, and when you’d complain “i have a cold, sweetheart. you could get sick too if you don’t keep the right amount of distance” but he’d instantly shut you up with a kiss and would reply “it doesn’t matter if i get sick or i don’t. all i want is for you to feel better.”

;; dottore thinks you’re gonna be the one whining for attention but it was always him though. whether or not you’re sick, he’s still gonna be the whiniest bastard you’ll ever be stuck in love with.

[portalmonsterrr]

This was originally meant for haikaveh week prompt “jealousy/possessive behaviour” but their outfits took SO long to draw so now it’s just a regular comic...