#rosaria x fem reader

[mxiaogod]

— 08. [A NÉVOA] ROSARIA X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Bad habits (smoking, hot boxing), burning, car sex, implied strangers to fwb, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN'T 18+)

— You pumped your fist in the air as you did a silly celebratory dance for finishing college, finally realizing that it had been far too long doing papers and other requirements to simply get a job, you were exhausted, and the only thing keeping you going was the cooling patches stuck to your skin, calming the tense muscles as you exhaled a sigh of relief.

You had told your friends about it, and they all responded the same thing, "Why don't you try smoking weed?" or "I can hook you up with my plug if you like," the plug being the same maroon red haired lady with huge circles under her eyes. You turned down the offer a million times, promising yourself that you wouldn't do stupid shit you'd regret in college, but you're not in college anymore, so what's the worst that can happen?

You promptly texted your group chat, asking for their plug's number, and they all responded with the same number, dang she must be selling good shit. As you type the number and send a quick message, you shrug. You compose and delete the sentence many times, wondering how the heck you approach a woman selling weed.

You : Yo, can you hook me up? sent

You cringe as you sent the text, this was nothing like you, the feeling of guilt settled in your chest, a heavy feeling that you brushed away with, "It's okay, I deserve this.", you wait patiently, overthinking and biting your nails in the process, what if she thinks I'm some lanky bitch trying to be cool? you shake your head as you look at the screen, seeing she replied.

xxx-xxx-xxx : Aight, how much? where n' when do we meet? Sent

You : Behind the parking lot, local grocery store near "xxxxx", 10 pm. Seen

After you sent the text, she didn't respond, which you felt was a good thing because it meant less embarrassment. You consider what to dress, do you have to wear all black? or what? Is this even permissible? Oh no, you didn't check, you're so screwed, so you watch movies on your laptop to ease your nerve as you wait for the 4 hours to pass.

You go along the dark road, pepper spray and keys in hand, towards the small store not far from your dorm; you make sure you're in a discreet area, after all, you're the ideal student.

As you walk through the parking lot, you notice a matte black car, she's loaded for a plug you thought, and as you get closer, you notice a pale hand, nails painted black, and a joint placed between their pointer and middle finger, smoke emitting from it, and you pause, thinking that's so badass as the hand retracts, most likely to take another hit. You keep walking towards the car, oblivious to the piercing blank pupils peering at you from the side mirror, a smirk painted on Rosaria's dark painted lips.

You knock on the door to the shotgun seat, folding your arms to your chest and kissing your teeth as you wait for her to unlock the door; this is so humiliating you think, you don't even know how to smoke, this is the consequences of your own actions.

As soon as you hear the click, you rush into the car, sitting comfortably as you welcomed her, "hey, great to meet you." She gave you a low hum in response and handed her cash in exchange for a pair of joint wrapped in plastic, which you pull out and ask for a lighter, she willingly handed it to you.

You insert the joint between your plump lips, the dryness of your mouth causing the rolling paper to adhere to it. You wipe your sweaty palms over the surface of your sweatpants, holding a hand on the side of the joint to prevent air from entering and igniting it., "It's backwards, doll face." You hear a sudden voice, Rosaria's body was turned to you, one arm out the window as the other rested on the back of you headrest, her attention solely focused on you.

"Oh, sorry," you chuckled, feeling cold perspiration stream down your sideburns, your eyes widening as Rosaria snatched the lighter from your hands and tilted your chin to face her, placing her palm over yours, blocking the air as she lit your joint. Your first inhalation was completely humiliating, you choked and coughed while fisting your chest, that wasn't so good.

"To be honest, I- I really don't know how to smoke-", "I know." Rosaria responded immediately, you feel your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment, fuck it you thought, "Can you teach me then?" you ask her, a subtle shock painted her face as she took a hit, facing your direction, she's so beautiful through the smoke clouding the car,

"Sure, just softly inhale so you don't choke, close your throat for a few seconds when you take a hit, then let the smoke run down your throat," she rasped, this was the longest she had talked since you came. You performed what she thought you, Immediately getting a head rush. You collapse on your seat, facing the ceiling while you rub your temples.

"You okay?" She asks, she didn't want anyone passing out on her, you give her a slight nod as your bottom lip quivered, you weren't feeling this, you started regretting it but you suddenly felt a pack of mango juice being handed to you, "Thank you, does this help?" You ask, "It does for me." She replied, you poke the straw through the hole and gulped it. Your mouth felt less dry and you were ready to try again.

You look at her, inhaling and expelling the last of her joint, mesmerized by the image, which was so appealing? The song on her speakers turned you on even more, you felt a sudden high in your mind, your thinking clouded with lust, you rubbed your eyes, the car feeling too tight, too hot.

You started massaging your neck, down to your shoulders, feeling your skin heat up, you squeeze your thighs together, feeling your damp underwear, you blushed even more, this was just plain humiliating, and you just wanted to get out of this car and go back home.

You continue rubbing subtly your thighs together, taking a hit of your joint, you're slightly getting better and better at this, Rosaria finished hers, looking to you with tearful doe eyes and legs clamped together, she smirked, so you were one of those? She rarely ever get horny after smoking, most likely because she is used to it, but what about you? You didn't even try to disguise it, and even if you tried, you couldn't.

She grasped your thighs to keep them from grinding together, and you threw your head back, a tiny whine from your lips, at the sudden absence of sensation. Rosaria's nails dug into your thighs as she inhales the remainder of her joint, grabbing your chin and shot gunning the smoke through your mouth, you inhale, staring at your eyes for a silent permission, Both of your lips connected, gnashing hungrily as if they had been apart for a hundred years. You let out a moan when you felt her tongue slip into your mouth, exploring it like a starved woman.

"Get in the back seat," Rosaria commands, and you clumsily get in, dragging your sweats down your legs as Rosaria gets out of the car, opening the door to the back seat, suddenly pinning you down, "Stay like that." She grabs another joint, lighting it as, inhaling a large amount and hot boxing the car, the smoke engulfing the both of you, you lay in the back of her car, legs parted open, For a fleeting moment, you watched Rosaria's expression. There was a voracious look on her face, a dark lust swirling in her eyes that infected you. She runs her thumb down the outline of your sopping cunt on your cotton underwear, Rosaria's hands roamed your body, from your shoulder blades to your back and around to your waist. She wanted to touch every part of you. She wanted to taste every inch of you there was to taste. She wanted to feel you through and through, inside and out. This hunger erupted inside Rosaria as her hands grabbed hold of the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head.

you try to breath but smoke enters your lungs as you choke, Rosaria quickly pressed her hand on your chest, "Shh, it's okay, inhale, exhale." You did what she told you, eventually calming down as you grind your hips in the air.

She chuckled at your desperation, dragging your panties down to your legs, she leaned down, licking a stripe to your cunt, you moan loudly, the high, the pleasure overwhelming you. She continues to eat you out, sucking on your swollen clit as you grind on her face, looking up at you, she enters you with one finger, lifting her head up as she she stares at you, grabbing her joint from the ashtray and inhaling, filling the car with more smoke, she gradually added another finger, scissoring you open, you hadn't had an orgasm ever since you started college.

"That feel good? grinding your legs together on my passenger seat like a bitch in heat, what a naughty girl you are." She coos as she painted your neck with love bites, biting down with force and flattening her tongue to sooth them, you clench on her fingers too hard, her fingers slipping out of you. "Such a tight pussy you have, I should tear you open hmm?" she teases, you nod eagerly, too high to even utter a word out. You open your eyes, looking up at her fucking you through the haze, a névoa.

She sets an even and fast pace, making you close your legs from too much pleasure, she grabs her joint, pressing it to your thighs, you feel your skin burn "It's hurts- hurts! hmm!", "I told you to keep them open didn't I?" you nodded, babbling like a stupid fucked out baby as she curls her fingers, abusing your g spot repeatedly, at this point, you didn't care, you scream and moan, "Agh! feels s' good!", she just laughs at you and your fucked out expression, you came with a loud whine, thighs shaking, bodies wet in perspiration, Rosaria goes back out, opening her windows as she goes and tend to you, helping you back in your sweats, placing a band aid to your burn and giving you bottled water, "Did I go too hard?" She asks, eyebrows knitting in worry, "Don' worry" You smile, a fucked out, high in the sky, faded smile.

"I'm taking you home, I doubt you can walk, that okay to you princess?"

"Hmh" You nod, quickly telling her your address before closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

You wake up in your bed, dressed in your pajamas, checking your phone if you got any texts from her.

Wanna go again? Sent 3:04 am

You trash around your bed like a school girl, squealing and kicking your feet in the air.

Turns out, it wasn't something to regret after all.

[megistusdiary]

strap thoughts with the ladies...

featuring: 𝙙𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙖 | 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣 | 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 | 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚

just some thoughts about some of the genshin ladies because there's a lack of content and i am starving...so i have to do it myself

also, new type of post layout since usually i only write one drabble a post, so let's give it a try :] and lmk what you guys think

dom!dehya, yelan, rosaria, clorinde (separately) and sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap penetration (sub receiving), strap referred to as cock : individual warnings below

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙙𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙖

warnings: blowjob, implied fingering, cowgirl, praise, teasing, nipple play, 'girl' used in petnames

dehya has your lips stretched wide, her hand on your jaw as she guides you further down her cock. she coos when your hands scramble up onto her spread thighs.

she uses her free hand to gently lace your fingers with hers, allowing your other hand to hold tightly to her thigh.

"such a good girl, aren't you? much sweeter when your mouth is full." dehya smirks when you make a garbled whine, her strap teasing the back of your throat. dehya hushes you softly, moving her hand on your jaw to the back of your head.

she gently pets your head before pushing you impossibly further on her cock. "you want me inside of you, yeah? gotta get it nice and wet for me then, babe." she reminds you, smirking at your pathetic noises.

when she finally gives you reprieve, you come up panting, and she instead pulls you up into a messy, breathless kiss on her lap. her fingers slide up to tease your nipples, pinching them and flicking over them softly.

she pulls away briefly from your lips, laughing when you subconsciously lean forward to chase her. she swipes her thumbs over your glossy lips, using the wetness to tease your nipples, leaning down to blow cold air on them all to hear you whine, squirming on her lap. her cock presses against you as you grind your clit on it, biting your lip.

she looks down at you, biting the inside of her cheek as your slick coats her cock, causing a beautiful sheen in the light.

of course, she's already previously stretched you out on her fingers, giving her time to lay down, gesturing for you to get busy. you hover over her on your knees, brows furrowed as you slowly slide down her cock, gasping at the stretch.

you manage to get a good portion of her inside, but that's not satisfactory in her eyes. "no, come on, baby. you gotta take it all, you can take it, can't you?" she murmurs, caressing your hips. she watches you try to take more, thighs trembling, and she sighs, using the grip on your hips to gently push you down. "relax, sweetheart." she urges, pressing her own hips up to have you taking her down to the base.

dehya relishes in every little noise you make, encouraging you to make more as she assists you in your bouncing, hips snapping up to meet yours.

she looks up at you, practically glowing as your head falls backward, hands pressed to the bed behind you. she hears her name falling from your lips mixed with little sighs and moans, only increasing when she moves a hand off your ass to play with your clit instead.

"that's it...good girl."

𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

warnings: clothed dom/naked sub, blowjob, handjob, dacryphilia, reverse cowgirl, degradation, rough sex, leash/collar, fingering

yelan sighs, tugging on the leash connected to your collar when your movements are too slow for her liking. "i didn't tell you to stop." she snaps, pulling you closer to the base of her cock.

your nose touches her pelvis as you kneel before her naked, looking up at her still clothed form. all shame is forgotten as you focus on moving your head, now with purposefully limited range as she wraps the leash around her hand again.

she can't help but smile slightly at the image before her. your pretty eyes flitting up to look at her, tears threatening to spill at the way she touches the back of your throat. "you look fucking pathetic." she tells you, yet you can't even feign embarrassment, thighs pressing together.

of course, she doesn't miss the motion, yanking you off her cock as you cough, allowing her to tug you to stand up.

she leans back on the bed, pulling you up onto the bed next to her, gesturing to the expensive bottle of oil (courtesy of the tianquan). the way you pour the oil on your hands, some spilling on your thighs. she lets go of the leash for now, dropping it onto the bed.

her eyes follow the oil droplets as they roll down and melt into your skin, only looking away when your slick hands wrap around her cock, sliding up and down with a tight grip.

yelan grabs one of your hands, lacing your fingers with hers to collect some oil, moving your body so your hips are closer to her chest, keeping your back arched for her as she fingers you with the oil.

your hands on her cock still, one leaving to brace yourself with the bed. she smacks your ass rather harshly, reminding you to keep going, though your fist grows much looser with each time her fingers slide in and out.

once she decides you're ready, shes sliding you down her body so your hips rest over her cock, back turned to her. she takes a firm grip of the leash, watching your pussy slowly slide down her cock, pulling you upright each time you try to lean forward.

when you finally take her all the way, she's back to slapping your ass, forcing you to ride her, even when your thighs shake and arms tremble.

she tugs the leash, stealing your breath away from you as you push past your exhaustion all for her enjoyment, chasing an orgasm she most certainly would draw out.

𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 ༊*·˚

warnings: titfucking, mating press, degradation, nipple play, rough sex

rosaria's clawed fingers tilt your chin down rather harshly, forcing you to look at her as you hover over her body on all fours. she grabs your jaw firmly, swiping her thumb over your parted lips.

"you were practically begging me for this, now you're just going to stare at me?" she asks in a cold tone as you avert your gaze, slowly sinking down onto your knees on the floor as she sits up.

she takes her strap by the base, lightly slapping it against your lips, your tongue darting out. she uses the saliva to smack her cock against your cheeks, leaving wetness on your skin.

when you finally open your lips, leaning in to chase her cock she stops you, her hand sliding into your hair to hold you down firmly. "no, don't be greedy...i want you to do something different for me today." she instructs you.

your watch as she takes a beautiful glass bottle of oil, uncapping it and pouring it onto your chest, your hands fumbling to try and catch any oil before it spills.

"rub it into your skin, don't waste it." she orders you, and so you do. your hands come up to rub the oil in, teasing your nipples in the process, and she hums. "play with them a little more."

your fingers circle your breasts around your nipples before gently teasing them again, back arching up with the sensations as she nods. she guides her cock to your chest, using your breasts to slide in between, coating the strap in oil.

truth be told, she doesn't care if your chest is plump or flat, she only cares about your enthusiasm. she loves watching you make a mess of yourself, desperately rubbing her cock against your skin to transfer the oil, doing your very best to please her.

her sharp claws gently scratch your scalp as you move up and down against her. "enough," she says as she gently pushes you back, "up here, now."

the second you're on the bed, you're shoved onto your back, thighs pressed to your chest while she circles her tip around your clit.

the oil makes is easier for the tip to slide through your folds before she eases her cock into you. a slight smirk is finally seen on the corner of her lips as you cry out for her, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, gently digging your nails in.

she doesn't punish you (this time), allowing your back to arch up into her as she stretches you out. once she's decided you've been given enough adjustment time, she fucks you with fervor. your sighs turn to breathy whines as she changes the angle of her hips with frightening accuracy to have your hands sliding down to grip at her biceps instead.

she can feel your thighs trembling as she leans over you. at this point, you're already too far gone for words, and she feels they spoil the moment, so she rewards you with a kiss.

your eyelids flutter shut, lips parting without reminder as her tongue slides against yours, drinking up your little whimpers as she presses into you deeper.

: ̗̀➛ 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚

warnings: handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, doggy style, degradation/praise, light asphyxiation, slightly possessive clorinde, use of 'girl' in petnames

chlorinde watches as you wrap a hand tentatively around her strap, spreading the light sheen of oil from the base to her tip. your thumb gently swipes over the head, and she narrows her eyes slightly, observing you with rapt attention.

she has you kneeled on the bed next to her lap as she lounges, simply watching you prep her cock for you to take. "come here." she holds her hand out to you, and you take it, oil from your fingers coating hers as she pulls your hips to her chest so that youre hovering over her, your face close to her cock.

you glance over your shoulder at her, lips parting to speak, but she silences you with a push to your head, back towards her strap.

tentatively, you go back to what you were doing, stroking her strap. however, you pause when she adjusts your hips, your knees resting near her face as she spreads your pussy over her lips, placing a kiss on your clit.

"clorinde-" you gasp her name, feeling rather than hearing her hum into your pussy.

her hips push up her cock into your hand and you lean forward, taking it into your mouth. as your mouth pushes further down, your back arches oh so prettily for her.

you feel her tug your hips further down on her face, sliding her tongue over your clit, causing you to moan around her cock, fisting the bed sheets with one hand.

her tongue continues its path up to your hole, dipping in, spreading the slick over you further. she takes the liberty of moving your hips for you against her tongue just to hear you whimper, unable to move away.

she continues to play with you until your thighs begin to shake, then she pulls away, forcing your hips up. no matter how you may squirm, you just cant seem to break her hold, so you pull off her cock, spit on the corners of your lips as you whine your complaints to her.

one glare from her is enough to have you correcting your bratty behavior as she rearranges you onto all fours before her.

when you try to look back at her, she pushes your head into the pillows, pulling your hips up. you know better than to lift your head, even when she removes the pressure as she slides her cock up and down your slit.

she holds the base to tease your clit again, and you begin mewling again, trying to sit up and move your hips.

"stay fucking still." she hisses lowly, her hand coming to cage the back of your neck, lightly squeezing. a soft noise escapes your throat as you lie still for her, ever so desperate for her to finally fuck you.

"good girl." she praises when she sees you're listening to her, and your eyes flutter shut at her voice.

when she slides in, it has you crying out her name, pressing in deeply. she squeezes your throat lightly once more before removing her hand in favor of holding your hips. the pace picks up with each thrust until you've collapsed onto the bed on your front.

oh, and when the tip of her cock presses into the spongy spot she knows you adore, she can't help but drape her body over yours. her chest presses into your back as she continues to abuse the spot as you whimper and whine for her.

she can hear how wet you are without even looking, just as you can. she has half a mind to mention it, but with all the mindless babbling you're doing, it would be as good as simply speaking to herself.

you feel a soft kiss, then a bite against your neck, lips sucking marks up and down your throat. her hips slow down, fucking you slower as you pant into the sheets.

"mine...you're all mine." she mumbles, leaning up to pick up the pace again.

[starrysimps]

Let The Wind Guide Us [Venti x (f)Pregnant Reader

A/N: A little bit of angst, not too much. I loved this plot too much to not write this. Let me know what you think and if I should do more next. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it. Also C/n stands for child’s name. Also this isn’t proofread yet I’ll do it later today or tomorrow.

Word Count: 1.09k

Pairing: Venti x Fem!PregnantReader

Warnings: Drinking I guess

  “Venti, we’ve talked about this already. You can’t keep coming home at two in the morning because you want to drink all night.” You said to a drunk Venti. “Ehe~” Was the only response you received. Getting even more frustrated with Venti, you snapped. “You know what, I’m done with this! I’m done with you Venti!” You yelled, and left your shared apartment.

1st POV 

     I knocked on Rosaria’s door, hoping she would answer. Luckily she opened the door. “Y/n, what are you doing here at this time?” Asked a sleepy eyed Rosaria. “Well I ended things with Venti, and I was wondering if I could stay here for a bit.” I stated bluntly. “I guess, come in and we can talk about what happened between you and Lord Barsibato.” Rosaria said, being the only one knowing that secret besides the traveler. “It’s Barbatos.” I said, laughing as I went into Rosaria’s house.

     “Do you want any wine?” Rosaria asked. “NO!” I yelled. “Sorry, that's why I left Venti. Plus it wouldn’t be good for the baby.” I said. Rosaria’s eyes widened and she almost spit out her drink. “BABY?!” She asked, still shocked from the news. “Oh yeah, that…haha…” I said nervously. “Does Venti know?” She asked. “We had a dinner date planned for tonight, I was going to tell him then. He didn’t come as usual.” I said. “Oh, so he was drinking again.” Rosaria said. “Yes! I wish for once that he would take things seriously! Especially my concerns for him!” I said, getting frustrated. “Well it’s alright Y/n. You can stay at my place for as long as you need to.” Rosaria said.

     “Thank you Rosaria.” I replied. “Although, it probably won’t be long before he finds out that you’re pregnant.” Rosaria said, stating a good point. I sighed. “I know, I plan to move to Sumeru so that he doesn’t find out. Plus I have a good friend who lives there.” I said.

*Two weeks pass and I wave goodbye to Rosaria as I head off to Sumeru.*

[TIME SKIP-6 YEARS LATER]

     “I can’t believe this little girl is almost six!” Collei said. “I know, she’s gotten so big!” I said, smiling. “Mommy, where are we going?” C/n asked. “We’re going to the Windblume Festival in Mondstadt. Auntie Rosaria invited us to come.” I told her. “6 years later and you’re finally going back?” Collei asked. “Yes, I miss my home, plus the festival is a great way to have fun.” I said. “Well since I’m going too, we’ll have extra fun!” Collei said. “Yay Collei!” C/n said excitedly.

*Y/n, Collei, and C/n go to Rosaria’s house in Mondstadt.*

     Once we met Rosaria at her house, I let Collei take C/n out to play for a bit until we met up with them later. “C/n sure has grown a lot.” Rosaria stated. “Haha yeah.” I replied. “She looks a lot like Venti too.” She said “I know, she has his personality too.” I said as I sighed. Rosaria laughed. “Let’s go meet up with Collei and C/n before they cause any trouble together.” I said, as me and Rosaria left to find Collei and C/n.

……………

     Once we met with Collei and C/n, I took c/n to play with the small group of kids near the Barbatos statue. I sat on a small bench as I watched C/n play with the other children.

     A few minutes later C/n ran up to me and grabbed my hand. “Mommy! Mommy! Come look at this man singing! He’s so good! He likes music just like daddy!” C/n said. By the time she had finished talking, we were standing in front of him. My eyes widen as I realize who it is. It was Venti. “Y-Y/n, is that really you.” He asked. “Yes.” I replied, mentally face palming myself for answering him.

     “Who’s this?” He asks, pointing to C/n. “Oh, this is C/n.” I said. “Mhm! My birthday is tomorrow! I’m turning six!” C/n said. “That’s right, you’re so smart.” I said, as I laughed at C/n. “Six years old…?” Venti said, confused. My eyes widen as I realize what C/n just said. “But that would mean…” Venti continues as he looks at me with slightly teary eyes. 

     “Y/n… Is C/n my daughter…?” Venti asks. “Yes.” I say as I bite my lip, waiting for a response. “W-why didn’t you tell me?” He asked. “Well I was going to, but you never showed up for our date that night.” I replied. “I’m sorry Y/n. I truly am. I hope you can forgive me for my foolish decisions. I would like to be a part of C/n’s life.” Venti said. “What about your drinking problem?” I asked.

     “Oh, hello Y/n, Venti. It’s been quite some time since I’ve last seen you both. I’m surprised I haven’t seen you at the tavern in a few years Venti.” Kaeya said as he passed by. “What…?” I asked. “Yeah, after you left I stopped drinking. I realized that I made a stupid decision. I put wine before you, and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for everything Y/n. I really do hope that you can forgive me.” He said. “I do forgive you, but this doesn’t mean things can just go back to the way they used to be.” I said. “Yeah, we have a kid this time.” He said as he laughed. I rolled my eyes.

     A few seconds later, I called C/n over. “C/n, this is your dad.” I said. She smiled and her face lit up. “Yay! I finally got to meet daddy!” C/n said. Venti smiled. “I like the sound of that.” He said. “Mommy and Daddy should get married!” C/n said. “Woah there, slow down a little bit.” I said. “Ehe~” C/n laughed. Me and Venti both laughed with C/n.

     Rosaria and Collei watched from a distance. “Are you crying…?” Rosaria asked Collei. “It’s just so sweet.” Collei said, wiping her tears. They both smiled. “So I take it that we’re not telling them that we set this up?” Rosaria asked. “No, but C/n is really the one to thank. Without her being as smart as she is and following directions, this wouldn’t have worked.” Collei stated. “Yeah, that’s right.” Rosaria said. They both laughed.

*A few months later Venti proposed, I said yes and we got married at the Cathedral.*

[haruniki]

Baking cookies with Rosaria or Arlecchino? If as a treat, cat girl reader?

a/n: ty for the request!! i chose Rosaria bc i haven't written for Rosaria in a while! I haven't gotten the chance to really understand Arlecchino's personality yet. pls enjoy!! tried my best to include the cat girl reader, this is also kinda short rip

link to prompt list

read under the cut!

It was your idea to bake the cookies. So why does Rosaria care so much about getting these cookies baked properly. Your ears flatten hearing Rosaria tell you that you need to stir in the other direction to completely mix the batter. "Come on, you can do better than that. " Rosaria takes the bowl and whisk from you. A small puff of air leaves your mouth, the batter consistent doesn't matter! This was supposed to be something cute to do together for the holiday season, not to mention for a party you had been invited to at the Cat's Tail Tavern. The colored frosting you made prior to mixing the batter catches your eyes. Your tail flicks back and forth while a mischievous grin grows across your face. Rosaria ignore you as she mixes so maybe she wouldn't realize what your about to do.

Something cold hits Rosaria, causing her to freeze in place. You giggle as you watch her face change from her normal monotone face, to one of shock. As you double over laughing, you get hit with some of the cookie batter. And before you knew it, frosting, batter, and sprinkles littered the floor and your bodies. Both you smiling and laughing, you stare at Rosaria. You never get to see her this happy.

"This is gonna be a pain to clean.. We also don't have enough to finish making the cookies for your little party." Rosaria looks around with a slight grimace. You just smile and hug her, you don't mind not having anything for the party. Besides, you really should spend the holidays with your loved ones.

[ithinkinggenshin]

Waiting.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Rosaria

Pairings: Possessive!Rosaria x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Possessive behavior, manipulation, dubious consent, not proof read

Word count: 1.6k

Synopsis: All the signs were there. And yet you still pushed her away. You told her to wait for you to get over everything. Couldn't she at least do that for you?

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She frowns.

No. She can't wait.

She hates this feeling of bubbling acid in her chest. She doesn't mind the adrenaline rush, but seeing you cry and hearing Jean's name fall from your lips. A growl emits from the bottom of her throat. She'll leave no room in your mind for anyone except her.

Your tears keep falling. You tell her to leave you alone. You didn't want to leave Jean. You don't want her to hate you. You loved her! You still love her.

The acid creeps upward into her throat. Stop it.

Stop saying her name.

Stop thinking about her.

Stop crying over her.

Rosaria can't take it anymore. She storms over to you and shuts you up with a kiss. Yanking you by the front of your shirt so your lips meet hers.

Your eyes widen and for a moment you're too shocked to do anything. Two thoughts rush through your head. Get away from her. And kiss her back. You opt for the first but it's useless. Her grip is tight and pushing against her biceps only serves to make her madder. She gnashes at your lips, drawing blood with her sharp teeth. You aren't escaping her that easily. Not if she can help it.

She breaks the kiss and you gasp for air. Further disoriented when she whips you around. Almost ripping your shirt as she jerks you around till you find yourself falling backward, landing on your bed.

Rosaria leaves no room for a fight as she climbs on top of you and sits herself on top of you. Your heart beats faster. You struggle but it's futile. You know you'll ultimately lose against her. Like you always have.

She's the predator and you're her prey. She stalks you through the streets. Digs her claws in you when she's close enough, only to walk away before anyone notices. She doesn't usually play with her food, but you're a special case.

You wish you weren't.

She's practically a statue. Staring down at you from above. Like a gargoyle. Protective. Threatening. Her dull and tired eyes show a tiny spark. Perhaps it's just the sunlight reflecting off of them, but you think you've seen it before. When she ripped Kaeya away from you on the street, putting an arm around you and telling him to back off. You stared up at her and saw a glow of red in the highlight of her eyes.

Obsession?

Murderous intent?

... Love?

It couldn't be.

Whatever it was, it sent a chill down your spine and your heart raced as she stood close to you. You wanted to hide. You wanted to run. You still do. Whenever you see her. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up but you're always too late. She's behind you. You're always in her sights. It was never clear what she wanted. Even now as she sits above you. You wonder if she's as conflicted about this as you are.

You can't find your voice. When you do, it's so small even you can barely hear it.

"What do you want?"

"You."

She descends upon you and feasts on your flesh. She bites you till you turn pink and then more so you turn purple. Bruises dot your neck. She tugs your shirt up and you lift your arms. You give her what she wants. You let her have her way.

You're not thinking.

Only watching.

Like a spectator.

You watch as she nips at your nipples and suckles like a baby. You hear a sound. A moan. Did it come from you?

Your hand rises and your fingers become tangled in her hair. If she's bothered by it, she doesn't give any indication. She switches to the other side. Her claws dig into your waist and this time you squeal.

Is this pain?

Pleasure?

You can't tell.

You don't care. You just want more.

She's surprisingly addictive.

She turns around. Her round ass in your face. Her face moves lower. You feel like you’re in a doctor’s office. With a nurse who’s too happy to be giving you shots. She drags her tongue, prepping your skin, wet and exposed, cooled by the air, then a pinch from her teeth. A red welt left behind. Blood surging to the surface. You squeak with each one. She teases and baits you. Not consistent. Soft sucking to her rolling tongue and then a shocking bite. You stop looking for fear of seeing your blood paint her lips. 

She shoves down your pants, and your eyes shoot open. You look down at her. She just stares at your soaked panties and licks her lips. Oh god. 

She’s going to eat you alive.

Rosaria’s always had amazing restraint. Only doing what’s necessary and moving on beyond that. But when she feels threatened, she’s thorough in tracking down and cutting it off at the source. When she sees your clothed pussy, she knows she’s found it. The source of her envy, jealousy, greed. Her need for you. She rips the barrier off of you and dives in deep. Her sharp teeth lightly prick at your fat lips and her long tongue delves inside of you. Your head hits the mattress when you throw it back. You didn’t expect her to be so vigorous. So intense. You didn’t expect it, but you should have. Rosaria is always intense. 

She’s relentless. Her tongue forcing its way inside of you. Deeper than you thought a tongue could. Her talons dig into your thighs. You’re positive that she’s drawn blood. You feel yourself dripping. Blood, sweat, tears. The red head between your legs isn’t helping. Making you drip from your cunt as she hungrily, feasts on you. Your thighs squeeze her head. Your grip tightens on the roots of her hair. She– somehow– dives deeper. 

You’re already on the brink. She brings you to the edge. She feels your soft walls close in on her and pulse with your heartbeat in your cunt. Rosaria’s always had amazing restraint. She pulls away. Even her cold hands leaving your thighs. You buck and whine but her weight on you keeps you grounded. You can’t fight her. You always lose.

“You don’t deserve to get off so easily. Do you know how long you made me wait? You’ll make me cum first, and maybe I’ll consider letting you cum.”

You whine. She’s punishing you. You didn’t know! You didn’t mean to! Teasing her during this game of cat and mouse. A game you didn’t even know you were playing. You always thought you were the hunted, the victim of this cruel scenario. But to Rosaria, you were the assailant, piercing and jabbing at her frozen heart. 

She turns back around and hikes her dress up. You didn’t want to acknowledge it before, but you could feel the heat of her exposed cunt against your skin. You stare up at her porcelain and pristine mound. She’s clean shaved and glistening from her own wetness. You get a good look as it descends upon you, covering your mouth and nose. You flail.

You can’t breathe!

It’s her turn to dig her nails into the roots of your hair. Yanking you even farthing into her. 

“Lick.’’

Is all she says. 

You’re no longer a spectator. You’re very much present as you part your lips. Are you really doing this? You lick a long stripe. 

“More.’’

You do it again. Along the grain, through her folds. You like the taste. 

“Fuck.”

You like the sounds she’s making. You keep going. Long fat stripes. Small kitten licks. Tongue prodding at her entrance. She grinds down on you, smearing your face with her essence. You shove your tongue inside of her and she lets out a restrained moan. You want to hear her. Your arms come up and grip her thighs, pulling her down onto you. 

You can’t breathe.

You’re lightheaded. 

You lick and suck and fuck her with your tongue. Your vision is failing. Your mind reels. She feels further away. And yet there’s no relief. 

Rosaria knows what she’s doing. She doesn’t plan on letting you pass out, but you can last a few more seconds. She scoffs. It’s barely been more than a minute. Pathetic. Really. She’s always wondered how she found you threatening. And yet she did. She still does. She won’t be done with you until she tears you down and makes sure you’ll never know power over her again. 

She lifts herself off your face. You gasp for air not quite sure what’s going on. Only knowing that you miss her scent. Your grip loosened and eventually went limp a few seconds prior. 

Rosaria grabs your wrist and molds your hand so that two fingers stick out and the rest are tucked in. She lines them up with her cunt and eases them inside. You stiffen. You’re wide awake now. Her walls are so soft around your fingers. The rest of her body is cold to the touch but inside, she's warm. Your two fingers straighten and her breath hitches. You must’ve brushed one of her sweet spots. She uses your arm to fuck herself. Holding your wrist as she lifts herself up and down on your fingers. You manage to tear your gaze away from the sight of your fingers being swallowed and sucked in by her cunt and look up, only to be petrified and overwhelmed by her gaze. That terrifying spark has taken over. She’s warped by her intense lust and needs to dominate you. To tear you to pieces and devour you whole. Beneath her, begging for more. Begging for her. 

Only her.

No room for anyone else. 

She’s not waiting anymore. 

You’ll never push her away again. 

[akallia]

the fluidity of concrete, part 1

Hello, all! I'm back. Nothing much here but there will be important notes at the end. This is a cross-post from AO3, and there will be a link to it at the end if you want to read it there. Happy reading!

Pairing: Albedo x Fem!Reader, Kaeya x Fem!Reader if you squint

Word count: 4k

Concept: Albedo, son of a renowned German architect, finds himself in small-town America as his mother slips into a coma. You, an employee of your local library and resident architecture nerd, form an unlikely relationship with the foreigner with the platinum blonde hair.

CW: smoking, language, substance abuse, death, abusive parents

Most people would never get to see true stasis. Stasis, a state or period of inactivity or equilibrium. The best place to find stasis is a home owned by someone important which was turned into a museum after their passing. That is where stasis is in its purest form. Where else would you experience a state of such stillness? It feels so wrong - either the original owners should come back and inhabit their home, or the tourists should occupy it. Regardless, the stasis of an empty, culturally significant home possesses an arresting emptiness to it. It is… stasis. Stasis implies that there will be change, soon. It is a home. Homes are for living. Where are all the people? 

The home in question: mid century modern, hidden away behind rows of thick symmetrical hedges, a sprawling lawn behind it stamped with a checkered mowing pattern, dotted with willow trees. A bright conversation pit in the center of the living room with a baby grand Steinway adjacent, immaculately dusted and wanting. Low, flat ceilings, floor to ceiling built in bookshelves decorated in antique clocks and obscure coffee table books on art. A wall of glass behind the conversation pit that faded into a short concrete porch. 

Gold stood there with her hands clasped thoughtfully behind her back, a large, ugly hat on her head as she surveyed the lifeless lawn and its perfectly cut grass. Just her, and her “translator” on the phone in the kitchen, making sure she didn’t wander off. She tended to use her old age to her advantage these days, meandering wherever she pleased in the name of “allowing an old woman her pleasures.” 

—

Again, Gold and her omnipresent companion, now at one of the churches and preschools downtown. Mona, her translator, always on the phone, balancing herself on one hip with all her weight on a dangerous-looking black stiletto heel and impeccably dressed with her innate balance of tasteful and expensive. She jabbered on in German… 

“Was du gesagt hast, klingt für mich so, als ob…” She gave a quick glance at Gold, who had picked up one of their discarded umbrellas and was meandering. “Ach nee!” She said rudely. 

The courtyard of the church was a strange one. The church itself was large and imposing, a compound occupying an entire city block. A large L-shaped rectangle formed the main structure, and in the crook of the L it sank down to an open courtyard an entire story into the ground, a sort of hamster tunnel up above from the preschool to the church proper providing the only shelter from the elements. White concrete contrasted against the green summer grass that housed a small fenced-in playground. The concrete proudly exhibited its popularity with wheel tracks from skateboards and roller skates. 

Gold collapsed in a heap on the concrete as the clouds opened and rain fell on her old body. 

Mona dropped her bag and flung her heels off and ran, dialing 911 as she went. 

--

It was your mid-afternoon smoke break. You wished books weren’t so delicate. If they weren’t, you might be able to smoke in the library instead of outside. It was so fucking hot outside, in the June midwestern heat. You hated it. But the view of downtown was nice, and you got to stare at the church, the library, and the Ragnvindr house. You didn’t mind that much. It might have been a less miserable smoke break if Kaeya was there to keep you company. He was good at distracting you with intellectual bullshit. 

You stared thoughtfully at the large gray-green sculpture that the kids aptly called Dinosaur Bone. The architect had designed it such that when you looked through it from the right angle, the clocktower of the L-shaped church across the street was framed perfectly inside of it. You leaned against the wrought-iron fence of the Ragnvindr house that bordered the library, observing the clocktower, which was in desperate need of renovation. It was interesting that something only a few decades old could rot like that. But it didn’t surprise you. Rot was everywhere, no matter the age. 

While you pondered, you ran over the script in your head, rattling off lines about the church. You hoped the historical society would accept your job application for a tour guide. You knew your stuff, but the thought of staring at strangers, with their expectant eyes intently gazing back at you, and having to recite something from memory gave you heart palpitations. Another drag from your cigarette. You clenched the clear red gas station Bic lighter for dear life. 

“Fuck,” you whispered. You stepped on your cigarette, and went back inside to clock in for the rest of your shift at the library. 

Inside, you were in the zone as you called it. It was easy to get lost in yourself working here. The library was always occupied, but never busy. The ceilings were impossibly high and waffled with concrete, lights inset in every adjacent square like checkers. The rows and rows of wood shelves complemented the red brick walls and dated blue carpet, and the lazy midsummer light pouring in from the monstrously large sections of glass between the brick pillars made you feel cozy.

A half hour of stocking the shelves with returned books came and went, and you had made it to the back of the adult fiction section. There, on the floor leaning against the stacks, was your coworker Kaeya. His thick raven hair was pulled back in a signature low bun, and he wore the same vans, black jeans, and button-down that he wore almost every day, a getup which you affectionately dubbed The Kaeya. He was holding a book open in his tanned hands, brows furrowed in concentration. 

“Reading anything good?” You took a seat on the floor next to him. It was getting close to closing, and you were sure that nobody desperately needed a third copy of Crime and Punishment at this hour.

“Not sure,” he responded, not looking up at you. “Might just be grad school gibberish.” 

“If you need help with something, let me know,” you offered. 

“Yeah…” he trailed off, still engrossed. He suddenly shut the book with one hand and met your eyes thoughtfully. “Do you wanna… see a movie tonight?” 

You were taken aback. Kaeya was your work best friend and nothing more. You bit your lip, wondering how to handle the situation, though you couldn’t deny you found him attractive. In all honesty, it was a bit shocking he wasn’t taken. The two of you did live in the middle of nowhere, after all. Specimens like Kaeya were snatched up fast. 

You kept your expression guarded so you could gauge the situation. “I… can’t. I’m getting dinner with a friend tonight," you lied.

 “Like a date?” He looked a bit disheartened, but maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. Kaeya wasn’t the type to mope about stuff like that, you didn’t think. He was a bit of a ladies’ man. 

“No, no, just a school friend.” You tucked an errant strand of hair behind your ear, messing with the hem of your shirt. “Nothing like that.” 

He met your avoidant eyes with an even, contemplative look. You could almost fall for him like this, you think. His eyes were deep, dark pools of blue. “Yeah, sure, whatever.” He opened the book again. You wished he would tease you. Normally he would’ve teased you over something like that. 

“Do you have your master’s?” You asked, changing the subject. This was getting uncomfortable. If Kaeya really was interested in you, you certainly had a lot to think about. 

Thankfully, Kaeya was a smart guy, and he seemed to catch your drift. “Yeah, unfortunately.” 

“Was it hard to get?” 

“Depends on your definition of ‘hard.’ Why do you ask?” He flipped through the book, his long, dark fingers occasionally grazing over something. The movements of his arm turning the pages constantly messed with his nametag, and it bothered the living hell out of you. 

You paused. “I was just talking to Lisa, and she told me that as a rule they only give full time positions to Masters of Library Science grads.” 

Kaeya didn’t miss a beat. “That’s not completely true. Rosaria doesn’t have one.” 

“She doesn’t?” A flicker of hope blazed in your chest. If there was a possibility that you could land a decent-paying job without the burden of paying for school - which you most definitely could not afford - then there was hope. 

“She has a Ph.D. in Lit.” 

“Great.” Your heart sank and you thought you might burst into tears. 

Kaeya chuckled lightly to himself in self-pity. “Yeah, whatever you do, don’t get a masters in library science. It was recently declared the worst master’s degree for a job.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah,” he replied, still not making eye contact. He was honestly starting to bother you a bit. 

“And yet you have a job,” you jabbed, irritated. 

“I’m an exception.” Another page turn, his nametag flipping around again. “Anyway,” he said, finally looking at you. “You don’t want to be a librarian.” 

“I might.” You weren’t sure if his words were laced with condescension or not. Regardless, a small thorn of spite lodged itself in your heart at his tone.

Kaeya sighed dramatically. “No, you don’t. What about Deborah Berke? You’d be crazy to pass that up.” 

“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen,” you laughed softly. Would your future never stop haunting you? You wished you could shut your brain off and never think ever again. 

“Why not?” Kaeya challenged, an indignant look crossing over his face before melting into something less severe. The book in his lap, opened again as he shifted his attention away from you once again, ruffled with the breeze of the AC unit above. 

“It’s just not,” you replied, a bit of a bite to it. “You wouldn’t understand.” You leaned back on your wrists to stare at the waffled ceilings again. 

“Yes, I would.” 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” 

– 

It was cloudy again. Summers in the midwest were always hot and humid, but this particular June was stifling. The humidity soared with every inch of rainwater that threatened to flood the river. 

You internally bemoaned these facts as you scooped vegetables into a tupperware container to save for later. Your mother still wasn’t home from work yet, and you wanted the vegetables for dinner to be at least semi-fresh for the meal. You checked your watch - 5:30 and she still wasn’t home. Her shift ended at four. 

You felt a tightness in your chest. It wasn’t her fault she didn’t know how you were feeling. But at the same time, she had to understand how hard this was. How hard it was to pretend. The sporadic absences, the overworking, the lack of communication, the trying–God, the trying. It weighed on you. Your house felt so empty without another person in it. 

–

You were back at the bank again. Your beat-up Civic rattled to a halt in front of the building you’d visited a thousand times in the past six years. You got out of your relic of a car and sat on the hood, staring at the four squares of greenish fluorescent lights that covered the concrete overhang for the drive-thru teller stations. 

It was nighttime, and the temperature had dropped to a bearable 85 degrees despite the ever-rising humidity. You deemed this appropriate weather for crying. You stared and stared and stared at the lights and let the paradox of your existence consume you inside and out, silently crying as you always ended up doing when you went to this unremarkable bank that had become something so meaningful to you. 

Most teenagers had a “spot.” For some people, it was the watertower on the west side of town with its suspiciously unlocked ladder. For others, it was the roof of the highschool on the north side. Another group might frequent the soccer fields with its soft grass and border of blue firs. For you, it had been this old mid century drive-thru bank downtown. You hadn’t had many friends in school, so nobody minded that your go-to hangout spot was a fucking bank. 

9:30. Your mom wasn’t picking up her phone. 

–

10:30. You were crying, this time in front of the hospital. The second shift was leaving while a well-dressed man with platinum hair dressed smartly in a navy and tan suit was exiting a taxi. He gave you a passing glance as he pulled an expensive looking matching suitcase and duffel bag behind him before disappearing into the lobby. You gave him a small smile for moral support, wondering why he was there. Maybe he was a doctor or something. If he was, you felt stupid for smiling. Doctors know what they’re doing. 

There she was. Your mom, the last of the group of cleaners leaving. You walked back to the car in awkward silence as you shot down each of her attempts at conversation. You both resigned yourselves to an uncomfortable quiet on the ride home with only the rumble of the engine to fill the void of words. 

–

Albedo found his way to the third floor of the hospital with no difficulties save for the obnoxious distraction of one squeaky wheel of his suitcase. Mona was waiting in the hallway for him, arms crossed and tapping her foot like a cartoon character. Her dark hair was wound in a low, tight bun that made her soft facial features look more severe than they actually were. Albedo didn’t like it on her. It made her look older. He missed the days when she was younger and happier. But then again he hardly remembered those days anymore. 

The receptionist gave him a barely perceptible nod and Mona finally saw him. Her anxious body relaxed a bit at the sight of him, and he let go of his suitcase to catch her as she barreled into his arms, squeezing more tightly than he would have liked. 

After what felt like forever, she finally pulled away. “Come on. Let’s go see her first,” she muttered. Albedo really didn’t want to. 

–

Albedo checked into his room at the Ragnvindr house, a stately old home which had at some point been converted into a bed and breakfast. It was regal, meticulously maintained, and blessedly empty. His suite was large and tastefully decorated with rich oak walls, double hung windows, and heavy velvet curtains. His room boasted a small sitting room of eclectic vintage furniture; a massive, ancient-looking wardrobe, a beat-up desk, and a sumptuous king-sized bed on an ornately carved mahogany frame.

He dropped his expensive luggage unceremoniously on the floor and took a turn about the room he had found himself in. As he rifled through the many scraps of paper and open books still on the desk, he realized he would most likely be staying here for an undetermined amount of time. 

He felt sick remembering that this was his mother’s room. 

Albedo picked up one of the empty notebooks. It was black with a red fabric binding. He flipped through it, pacing the room as he looked at her scribblings and half-legible German. When he felt truly sick to his stomach reading her notes, he threw the notebook on the bed and opened the wardrobe, looking for something more tangible than the abstract, half-cooked drawings. 

Inside the behemoth wardrobe was a singular cropped vest and an ugly green hat. Thankfully, his phone rang and broke him from the reverie of his mother’s hideous fashion sense. 

“Ja?” He picked up. “...Nein. Rufen Sie mich später an, bitte…. Ja. Tschuss.” 

He sighed heavily and laid down on the bed fully clothed, staring at the ceiling. 

–

“I can’t believe how old you are. You look just the same,” Mona said, crossing her legs delicately at the ankle. She daintily took a sip of her wine, a small, faraway smile crossing over her lips. 

Albedo sat next to her at the bar nursing a beer. He hadn’t bothered to change out of his suit despite feeling disgusting from traveling for so long. “That’s not true, but thank you.” 

“You do!” Mona insisted, attempting to inject some energy into the clearly-deflated Albedo.

A beat passed before he scrounged up the mental capacity to grind out, “You’re sweet.” 

They both took another drink before Mona kept the conversation going, her body angling towards him. “So,” she drew out the ‘o’ for too long. Albedo never understood her. She was far too friendly to be German. Did she talk to strangers like this? “How do you like being in Berlin?” 

“It’s okay,” Albedo replied softly. He looked anywhere but at her, somewhat unsettled by her undivided attention. He observed the dim bronze lights hanging from the curved ceiling, and glanced at the other patrons. It was a nice, refined place, reminiscent of a chic subway tunnel. Mona certainly had good taste. 

“What are you doing there?” She asked, her accent hardening the ‘w’ a bit. 

“I got a job at a lab there. Science… stuff.” Albedo felt absolutely sick to his stomach thinking about work.

“That sounds interesting.” Her voice was encouraging, like she wanted him to talk. He did not want to talk. 

“It is… not.” For a brief moment he considered whether or not to dump all his troubles onto her, but then decided against it. He kept a lid on it, intentionally air-tight, just for that reason. “It’s pretty painful, actually. Um, I’ve got projects still ongoing. I just got off the phone with them before we met here.” 

Mona looked offended. “They don’t expect you to work while you’re here, do they?” 

“I think they do. You know,” Albedo began, taking another sip for courage, “it’s that… that thing: ‘We’re sorry, family is important… but really work is the most important… so you’d better fucking finish your project or we’ll lose the grant…’” He trailed off, eyes glazed over. 

“That can’t be true.” 

“We’ll see.” His words held a finality to them. “I wish you were staying another day.” He didn’t wish that at all, but he felt like he should humor her and perhaps honor their history. 

“I know… but I was supposed to be in Chicago a few days ago with your mother. And I have my work…” She trailed off dejectedly, tapping her fingers on the counter. 

“I know,” he almost whispered. “You’ve already done so much.” He stared at the wall of wine bottles.

“I can’t believe this happened…” Mona had a haunted look in her pretty blue-gray eyes. “She was doing fine and then just… I’m sorry.” Albedo was taken aback at her change in demeanor. She hiccuped a bit and placed the back of her hand on her mouth to force back the tears. “I just… I owe her so much. Your mother means everything to me.” 

The bartender tactlessly interrupted the obviously intimate moment. “Is there anything else I can get you guys?” 

Mona beat Albedo to the punch. “No, I think we’re ready for the…” 

“Can I get another beer?” Albedo interjected. 

“Definitely. Another glass of wine for the lady?” He smiled a picture-perfect customer service smile that Albedo knew all too well. 

“No thanks.” 

A moment of unsure silence passed before Albedo spoke up. “She didn’t even tell me she was coming on this trip. Did she tell you that?” 

“No…” 

“That’s about right. Did she mention me at all?” He asked, somewhat desperate. Normally he could keep it under control, lock them away, keep them hidden, but Mona’s presence and the stress of traveling internationally and seeing his mother’s failing body and being in a foreign country was just too much. The lid was slowly popping off and he was terrified he wouldn’t be able to get it back on. 

“We talked a little,” Mona said defensively, eyes darting around like a cornered animal. 

He pressed her further, heart pumping. The rage, God, the rage! He gritted his teeth, spitting out the words, “What did she say?” 

“Albedo…” Mona was on the verge of tears again. Albedo felt a small pang of guilt for it, but she couldn’t pretend to be blind to Gold’s problems forever, no matter how much Mona owed her. He wondered how she would feel when she found out the truth about Gold. 

“Did she tell you that we haven’t spoken in over a year?” His voice lowered dangerously. The lid was slipping.

Mona looked absolutely devastated. “You’re all she has.” 

“That has never been the case,” Albedo said in a deadly calm. His hands tightened under the bar counter, small crescent moons forming in his palms. He knew his mother didn’t care for him. She raised him, if you could call her parenting raising a child, and cast him aside like he was some sort of creature. Like a pet she didn’t have use for anymore. “She has her students… her work,” Albedo spat. His tone was so venomous he was sure the acidity of them could've bled through the bar.

“You’re her son!” Her voice was pleading. It revolted him to his stone cold core. 

“You’ve been watching too much TV” is all he said. The lid was safely back in place.

Mona peeked at him out of the corner of her eye before waving down the bartender, clearly done with the conversation. “Can we get the check?” She sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and pointer finger. “I have to leave early in the morning. I should go to bed.” 

Albedo tried to salvage the situation, adrenaline petering out. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that up.” And he really was sorry. It was so painfully awkward he wished he hadn’t brought her up. 

“The Ragnvindr Inn knows about the situation,” Mona explained, disregarding him. She did this sometimes. Business as usual. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised by the quick construction of the facade; she was practically raised by Gold as well. “You should be able to stay in her room as long as you need.” 

They parted ways. 

–

Back in the suite, Albedo stood in the ensuite bathroom wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants,  arms braced on either side of the mirror. He glared at himself. The gravity of the situation weighed on him. In that moment he believed he might just be Atlas.

“Shit.” 

-

You were peeling vegetables again. This time, a daikon root from the backyard. You’d decided to take on gardening to pass the time, and your mother needed good healthy foods to recover. You dedicated yourself completely to your task, rinsing the root in the sink. You absentmindedly stared out the window as you grabbed the next one, watching your mother smoking under the carport. She was too young to look this old; she was truly 45 going on 60. Your heart twisted violently. 

You ate your meal together in comfortable silence this time, your mother commenting on how much better your cooking had gotten. After you cleaned up, you sat together on the couch and watched Jeopardy, the blue glow of the board and Alex Trebek’s familiar voice enveloping the otherwise black darkness and silence of your tired living room. 

“Do you know what you’re doing on Sunday?” She asked suddenly. 

“No, I’ll just drop you off in the morning and then take it over to Wagner’s,” you replied with a mouthful of ice cream. 

“It’ll cost us more if it breaks down on us…” she said with a twinge of worry. Her long, skinny arm reached across you to take a sip of water. 

“Ugh, I hate cars,” you complained. 

“Me too.”

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Author's Note

Heyyyyy! Not sure if anyone will read this but I am back from my little hiatus. I am planning on writing some other pics, maybe Link or Scaramouche, not too sure yet (and maybe even some Levi depending on when the fuck season 4 part 3 is dropped).

Housekeeping stuff:

this is not my original work. this is from a movie called Columbus. I thought the story was really interesting and I wanted to stretch my writing ability and see if I could adapt a really complex, visually-heavy, story-light screenplay into text

I am part German, though my German isn't perfect. sorry if there are mistakes, I'd say I'm only about half fluent, and it's mostly German/English I speak with my family. as such, grammar isn't very strong

reader is about 25 here, albedo is around 27 or 28

for clarity again, this movie takes place in a real town called Columbus, Indiana. for reference, it is in the middle of nowhere, but it is considered a bit of an architectural hub. so if it seems weird that there are important architects with buildings here, that is why

this is already finished on AO3 if you want to read it completed there, but it is NOT edited. it needs a lot more fleshing out, so if you want a better story and a better representation of my writing ability, I'd recommend waiting it out here

this is a 7 chapter story, but I will be narrowing it down to 3-5 on Tumblr. I think longform works better with this story since the "chapters" are so fragmented

Thanks for reading! Have a lovely day <3

[prttykittes]

MASTERLIST! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Meanings :: — 🦷= fluff/sfw, 🧠 = smut/nsfw, 🕊️ = dark content, 🦴 = angst, 🐾 = platonic

A/N :: most of them are afab but also gender neutral! but I am trying to do amab as well!{btw afab means people born as females, amab means people born as males! Still gender neutral..kinda ig)

Events :: KINKTOBER 2023 ! .

Genshin impact !

STEPBRO!Kaeya devours you when your asleep! — Kaeya #afab/female reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

BIGBRO!Aether fucks you and claims you! — Aether #Gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

ONLYFANS!Scara fucks you! — trans!Scaramouche #afab reader 🧠

Foul legacy Childe fucks you after losing the battle! — Childe #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️

Multiple genshin characters smut! — Beidou, Kazuha, Zhongli, Diluc #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️ (two are incest)

ONLYFANS!Childe rides your dick/strap! — Childe #gender neutral reader 🧠

Cutting initials on both skins! — Rosaria, Yae Miko #female reader 🧠🦷(slightly suggestive)

You Fuck afab!kabukimono cunt with your dick/strap! — kabukimono/Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠

Dom!Scara fucks you and him with a double dildo! — Scaramouche #female/afab reader 🧠

Face riding Childe! — Childe #afab reader 🧠

:3 anon writes Zhongli sadly boops ur dead body(tw.nerco)! — Zhongli #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️(I can't fix the tags for some reason, it won't let me :(

Afab!Scara humps ur pillow and piss' and comes on it! — Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠

Baking a cake with big brother!scara! — Scaramouche, Ei, Yae Miko #gender neutral reader 🦷🐾

Scara fucks you and pisses in your hole! — Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠

Lactation kink with Scara(your pregnant in this..)! — Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠

Doctor dottore confess his feelings for you! — dottore #gender neutral reader 🦷(🕊️maybe)

Scara craves his name into your skin! — Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🦷(tw.blood)

Pegging Lyney with a 🍌 with a rainbow condom! — Lyney #afab reader 🧠

S-cara writes me Scara smut! — no reader mentioned #Scara solo 🧠

I write S-cara a gift! — CHONGYUN x reader x SCARAMOUCHE #gn reader 🧠

Childe fucks u when his siblings open presents! — Childe/Ajax #gender neutral reader 🧠

Threesome and NTR with genshin characters! — Xiao, Zhongli, Venti, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Raiden EI, Xingqiu, Chongyun #gn reader 🧠(cw.slight incest, NTR)

Stepcest w/ genshin men — Scaramouche, Zhongli, Kazuha, Kabukimono #gn reader 🧠🕊️(tw.stepcest)

Fem!scara scissors you! — Scaramouche #afab reader 🧠

Scara and Xiao noncon threesome u! — Xiao, Scaramouche #gn reader 🧠🕊️(tw. Noncon, slight stepcest)

Scara fucks u cat!reader when ur in heat! — Scaramouche #amab reader 🧠(CW.dubcon?)

Incest w/ wo/men! — Diluc, Lisa, Baizhu, Scaramouche, Childe #afab & GN!reader 🧠🕊️(tw.incest)

GENSHIN and HSR men w/ smut! — Dottore, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Blade, Dan Heng, Jing yuan #gn & afab reader 🧠

(step or not) big!brother! scara has anal sex with u! — Scaramouche #afab reader 🧠🕊️(tw.(step/in)cest)

Wanderer awkwardly praising you! — Wanderer #gender neutral reader 🧠

Kazuha praises and Wanderer regards you! Kazuha, Scaramouche #gender neutral reader 🧠 (CW.threesome)

Bully!reader bullies their sensitive nipples! — Kabukimono, Thoma, Kazuha #gender neutral reader 🧠 (cw.classroom sex)

Public sex and getting caught! — Kaeya, Wanderer, Kazuha #gender neutral reader 🧠

Fucking their boyclits! — Scaramouche, Yuta, Choso #gender neutral reader 🧠

Klee comforting her 15yr bff! - Klee #gender neutral reader 🐾

Foursome with Venti, Kazuha, Scara! — venti, Kazuha, Scara #gender neutral reader 🧠

Raw and lipstick! — Choso, Kabukimono, Gojo, Childe #gender neutral reader 🧠

Kazuha fucks you and scara after y'all tried! — Kazuscara #gender neutral reader 🧠

Bsd !

Daddy kink! — Dazai, Fukuzawa, Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠

Blowjobs! — Akutagawa, Atsushi, ranpo #amab reader 🧠

Domming you! — Dom!ranpo #amab reader 🧠

Pussy and dick! — Chuuya, Dazai, Atsushi #afab reader 🧠

Akutagawa eats you out! — Akutagawa #afab reader 🧠

Beast!Boss Dazai punishes you — Dazai #afab reader 🧠

Chii reader personality — Dazai, Atsushi, Mori #gender neutralreader 🧠

Nipple play — Chuuya #gn reader 🧠

One night stand! — PMzai #female reader 🧠

First time + highschooler reader! — Dazai #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️

Date and "normal" highschooler reader! — PMzai #gender neutral reader 🦷

Annoying people when you are with him! — Akutagawa, Sigma #female reader 🦷

Writing Fantasies! — Poe #gender neutral 🧠🦷

Anonymous and I write incest smut of Chuuya! — Dad!Chuuya #afab reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Lingerie shopping & fucking! — Dazai #afab reader 🧠

Rei personality! Reader! — Beast!Dazai, Fyodor #female reader 🧠

:3 anon and I write dazai fucks you with your panties! — Dazai #afab reader 🧠

:3 anon writes roofie smut with Dazai! — Dazai #gender neutral 🧠🕊️

Chubby darling anon writes pervy stepbro! — Dazai #afab reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

🌷 anon writes BigBro!Nikolai teaching you! — Nikolai #female reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Nerco!boypussy sigma fucks himself on you! — Sigma #afab reader 🧠🕊️

Dominating beast Dazai!(after he doms you) — BEASTZai #gender neutral reader 🧠

Cheater!bsd cheats on you! — Dazai, Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠

You have sex with the girls in cheater!bsd — female ocs (Dazai,Chuuya) #gender neutral reader 🧠

Comforting you about sh scars(?)! — Dazai, Chuuya #female reader 🦷

Baking cupcakes for your loved one! — Kenji, Unspecified #gender neutral 🦷🐾(one is where reader likes Kenji and second is Unspecified x reader :)

Chubby darling anon writes Icky stalker! Poe smut! — Poe #i forgot gender reader 🧠

Reader touching themselves and the bed men watch you! — Dazai, Fyodor, Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠

Brat taming Ranpo but not really?? Not sure tbh! — Ranpo, mentioned Poe #amab reader 🧠

15!ssk comforting you after an weird old man! — Chuuya, Dazai #gender neutral reader 🦷(🐾)

First time with Atsushi! — Atsushi #female/afab reader 🧠🦷

Dad!Chuuya throat fucks you(his son's homeroom teacher!) — Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠

Stepdad!Chuuya fucks u and cupcakes! — Chuuya #gender neutral reader 🧠 🕊️ (tw.stepcest)

EXTRA! [twst, hsr, tokyorev, jjk, pjsk, randoms!)

GENSHIN and HSR men w/ smut! — Dottore, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Blade, Dan Heng, Jing yuan #gn & afab reader 🧠

Leona fucks because ur his lucky item! — Leona #afab reader 🧠

Fucking their boyclits! — Scaramouche, Yuta, Choso #gender neutral reader 🧠

Raw and Lipstick! — Choso, Kabukimono, Gojo, Childe #gender neutral reader 🧠

BLUE LOCK !

Sexually provoked! — Barou #female reader 🧠

Threesome with reonagi and bonus! — Reo, Nagi #gender neutral reader 🧠

Demon Slayer !

:3 anon and I write Free use Friday so he fucks you until your out! — Giyu #gender neutral reader 🧠

Chainsaw man !

One sided date! — Denji #Gender neutral reader 🦷

Pick which one of us! — Denji, Yoshida #implied fem but gender neutral 🦷

:3 anon and I write Dad!Aki fucking you and calling you mutt!! #gender neutral reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Obey me !

Nothing yet (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

Original characters & unspecified characters !

:3 anon writes good incest smut and I love them for it!! — unspecified #fem reader(uses she/her) 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Blowing daddy!(I write smut in a hate post)! — incest(daddy! Unspecified #gender neutral 🧠🕊️ (incest)

You have sex with the girls in cheater!bsd — female ocs(Dazai, Chuuya) #gender neutral 🧠

:3 anon and I write incest sister smut with leash! — female oc/unspecified #feminine! reader 🧠🕊️ (incest)

Nanny!Reader has sex with married man?! — unspecified/male oc #gender neutral reader 🧠

Butler!male teacher his master(you) a lesson about your mouth! — Unspecified/male oc #gender neutral reader 🧠

Paying stuff with your mouth! — shop worker!male unspecified/oc #gender neutral reader 🧠

Perv!character fucks "you" but he is doing a random girl and imagines it's u! — Unspecified #afab reader 🧠

Yandere!male who fucks someone for your guys child! — Oc/Unspecified #gn reader 🧠(CW.dubcon(?)

Yandere!Loser fucks u! — Oc #gender neutral reader 🧠(tw. masochist)

(⁠｢⁠`⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠｢ yippee!!

[1800-page-not-found]

Being drunk and complaining how you think your bfGF is prettier than you (genshin men WOMEN x fem reader)

meow i love women <3

im so gay for genshin women lol

characters(SEPERATE): yae miko, beidou, lisa, mona, deyha, ninguang, rosaria, shenhe, yelan,

doing nilou, ganyu, jean, eula, keqing, ei(baal), kokomi, yoimiya next!!

be sure to comment if you want any other characters!!

ILL ALSO HAVE A SEPRATE LITTLE LUMINE AND AETHER ONE BC I LOVE THEM

i just fucking realized that rosaria is a nun, which means she is not allowed to date or have any sexual interaction uh my bad haha

Yae miko rather laughed at your pitiful state. As a shrine maiden, she is not allowed to drink, but rather seeing you intoxicated was rather enjoyable. "fufufu...what do we have here?" She laughed as you collapsed onto her, crying. "How are you so gorgeous?...what if-what if someone steals you from me? Do you even love me?" ...this was what came out of your mouth in a series of lisps and blabbering. "Oh? And what would make you think there is anyone else that could win me over? If you really want to be assured, I'll let you know that I dont just fall for anyone..." She smiled slyly at you. "R-REALLY?.." You looked up at her. "Yes darling, really." You ended up in a sobbing fit and cried yourself to sleep, waking up to puffy eyes and a teasing yae miko who wouldn't tell you what she was had happened last night...

Beidou, is a drinker all right. And so were you. Unfortunantly, the rather large difference between the two of you drinking was your rather awful alcohol tolerance. One or two drinks and you were saying your deepest darkest secrets. Which is why it usually ends up with you and beidou drinking alone. "Gosh..." You fangirled at your wife. "So hot, pretty, cool, smart, strong, hngg" You hit your head on the table as your hand which was supporting your head slipped. "OW!" You yelled in pain, crying to your wife. "Wifey it hurtttttttsss." You cried to beidou, and she just laughed. Which resulted in you staring at her in seriousness. "That laugh...."You suddenly gush, warmth rising to your cheeks. "That was so hot!" sparkles appeared in your eyes. "Do it again! Do it again!" You eagrly begged her to laugh again...and again...and again. How happy beidou was to have someone love her as much as you did.

Lisa, was actually the one to intoxicate you in her office after you gifted her multipole bottles of fruit wine, insisting that it would taste better if she drank it with you. However, rather than drinking it for herself, she took small sips while encouraging you to drink more. And you, somewhat of a people pleaser (or maybe just a lisa pleaser), drank until you couldn't tell how many fingers you had on your hand. "Lisaaaaaaa" you groaned, holding your head. "Yes cutie?" she smiled slyly, swirling the wine in her glass. "I envy you so much.." You laid your head on the office desk sighing. "You're so cute, gorgeous, and pretty...how is it even possible? And your voice is so soothing..." You blinked slowly, perhaps it was the alcohol (or lisa's voice), that made you tired. "Haha, are you a fan of me?" She gazed into your eyes smiling as her hand lifted your chin to look at her. "I think your cuter, isn't that right my little cutie?" You shied away from her embarrassed. "I was trying to complement you...not turn it around to me" You kissed her and giggled, "Hehe, you're my girlfriend! I'm so luckyyyhngggg" You blabbered, drifting off to sleep giggling.

As a rather wealthy person (or at least, richer than mona), you brought mona to your house for a little dinner date at home. You were quite nervous, even after months of dating, trying to impress her. Mona found it a bit cute, you've already stolen her heart, you still want to impress her? This 'cute' intention and nervousness made yourself drink the whole bottle of alcohol for a confidence boost. "Ah! [n-name] dear, you shouldn't drink so fast!" Mona stood up worriedly and rushed to your side. She held your arm as the alcohol started doing its job, and you started to loose balance. "Monaaaaaa I love you sooooooooo muchhh" You turned to her smiling drowsily, but unfortunately loosing your balance which caused you to topple over her on the floor. "[n-name]! Are you okay!?" she sat up, perhaps a bit embarrassed with a tint of pink dusting her face. You, arms wrapped around her neck and staring at her a bit too intently, spoke. "You're the prettiest astrologist-no the prettiest person ive ever met, how did i even get to date you?" You gushed at her. "P-pretty? Well of course I am!" She boasted, turning her head to face the wall to hide the redness of her face. "You're so cool...I wanna be just like you" You stayed like this for a while, sitting in her lap on the ground until you dozed off. "You're so silly [name], I love you for who you are..." She mumbled under her breath, staring at your sleeping figure on her lap.

An eremite and a scholar..dating? Yes, perhaps it was a bit unusual, but you were so in love with Deyha, sometimes you couldn't even look her in the eye. First meeting when you commissioned her to protect you in the runes, as you were a haravatat student. You asked her out, and rather very surprisingly, she said yes. And now it comes to this, having a date in a treehouse? The picnic blanket was spread on the wooden floor, and a candlelit dinner was set on the blanket. "[name]...you can't get drunk alright?" Worried for your safety, she set the bottle to the side, away from you. You were quite the infamous scholar at the akademiya known for your alcoholism, which made many other scholars shy away from you. Deyha paused for a moment, seemingly trying to process something, then picking up the bottle and shaking it, only to hear the airy inside of the bottle, without a single drop of wine. "[n-name]?" She went over to your side and looked at your face, in which turned out to be pink. She sighed. Truth to be told, you were trying to fix your alcoholism, which was (kind of?) working, you only got drunk every other week or so. It seems that the wine was too tempting to resist. You looked at Deyha and took her face in your hands. "Your makeup is superb pretty and gorgeous and cool and hot today." Deyha sat up straight, blushing. "I'm not wearing any makeup today [name].." Covering her face with her hand embarresed by your compliment. You snaked your hands around her waist and closed your eyes. "Mmmm...youre warm too..." You cuddled next to her as she laughed. "Of course, I'm your little heater." You smiled, breathing in her scent. "You smell good too..ehe" You took a deep breath and sighed.

The jade chamber was rebuilt, so you decided to have a mini party with only Ninguang. "I've brough some high-quality wine from mondstat for us to celebrate." She opened the bottle, the two of you a drink. Savoring the wine, she smiled at you gently. "Do you like it?" She asked you, waiting for your reply. "YES! Ahem, sorry i meant yes, i do like it." You blushed, flustered of your outburst. It was still hard to wrap your head around the fact that you were dating the ninguang. Perhaps it was the alcohol slowly taking effect, or maybe just the nerves, but you suddenly blurted out, "I think you're the nicest and prettiest lady in the entirety of teyvat! I-I'm really happy that you gave me a chance to date you considering our vast diferences..." You stuttered, fumbling with your hands. She let out a slight chuckle and stood up, walking in front of your chair to bend down to look at you. As here hands were on both of the arm rests, pining you to the chair, she spoke sternly, yet also in a loving tone. "It should be me who's the grateful one here, someone as cute and charming as you is hard to come by you know?" She teased you, showing her rather playful side than her work personality to you. After all, you were someone who truly loved ninguang for who she is and perhaps her no.1 fangirl and supporter.

As someone who was kept void of emotions, Shenhe was always learning new things about love and emotions when she was with you. She always felt calmer(less homicidal ykyk) near you, which was something quite new. And blushing and being embarrassed...was a bit confusing sometime. You invited her to your house for a drink or two, which caused shenhe to panic a bit and cloud retainer to have her little 'my baby's growing up!!' moment. Appearing at your front door step, you invited her in. "Oh! I bought this bottle of alcohol when i visited Snezhnaya, I've been really wanting to try it with you!" You smiled, which instantly caused shenhe to be a melting mess. "R-really...you wanted to try it with me?" "Yes!" You took two cups and poured some alcohol in each one. "Cheers!" You smiled as you downed the whole thing. "Ack-" You coughed, choking a bit on the alcohol. "Are you alright?" Shenhe asked worried about your wellbeing. "Yeah haha..and this alcohol seems to be wayyyy stronger than I thought it would be." You silently apologized to shenhe for the person you were about to become once drunk. Taking another shot (which actually was more like 5 shots in your cup), your face started turning red, and your words started to become more carefree and slurred. "Mmmphhh i really lov your eyes their soooo pretty...Just like you entirely ya know? Gosh how did i get someone as cute as you?..." You smiled at her, as she was a mush of shyness. "You're doing it again...saying these things that make me feel weird..." She mumbled, but you heard her. "Do you not like how it makes you feel?" You looked at her, tilting your head in curiosity. "N-no! I really like these um-compliments you give me." She covered her face. "Awww whats wrong?" You smiled, pouting. "Those expressions of yours...so...cute..." She fangirled internally at you. Tonight, shenhe will be receiving all the affection she deserves <3

"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN" you yelled rushing to the front door of your rather luxurious home you shared with your wife. "Hello love, I'm back from work." You jumped onto her as she caught you. "You're such a child...I haven't even been gone for that long." You sniffled and sobbed. "Yes it was! You were gone for two days! I missed you so much!" You cried, and yelan took one smell to know you were drinking. She sighed and laughed "Drinking without me?" She said. "Im sorry...I just missed seeing your pretty face and your touch i thought the alcohol would help...It's-It's a weekend so its fine!" You tried defending yourself. "Well I'll say, I missed you lots too. I got you a little souvenir" But you were already fast asleep. Well at least she loves taking care of you at times like this, she found it pretty cute.

[herwritingartcowboy]

Could you do a Lyney or Diluc x fem! reader? (If not then GN!) One sided on readers part, and he falls out of love with her/them. (Inspired by “La gata baja la lluvia” - Rocío Durcal)

A/n: Do check out the song.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character(s): Lyney, Diluc,

Warning(s): Unrequited Love, Bit Of Angst,

Readers Gender: Female (Also Seen As Gn)

Lyney-

Lyney had always been into you since he first met you. Him and his siblings were caught under the rain and you happily let them into your home which they were all thankful for.

Lyney fell in love with your kind but yet serious nature. He would always tease you but that was just his way to hide his true feelings for you. But for all this time those dark thoughts in his mind were eating at him, Do you love him like he loves you?

Yet he never lets it weigh on him for now all he can do is enjoy his time with you. But all came crashing down when the traveler came to Fontaine. He hated seeing how you two would interact the way you two would talk to each other like you knew him/her longer than how you've known him, his heart was hurting.

He tried to up in antics of winning your heart and attention away from the traveler but he can tell the traveler had you wrapped around his/her finger.

Lyney had always hopped that deep down you may have the same feelings for him but when you found out he was part of the fatui he can see the hatred and disappointment in your eyes. Maybe then he realized you never loved him and that all you had was a great friendship, key word had.

He had let go of his feelings for you now seeing you as an enemy he hoped one day you two can be friends again but he knew you two will never be more than that, not like he cares anymore.

Diluc-

You had always had feelings for the current owner of Dawn Winery and the man who ran the tavern Angles Share. To you he was a sweet gentleman but recently it's been dawning on you that you may never get with Duluc but that was gonna change as today you will ask him out.

You kept telling him that for a week but he would always push you aside or make up an excuse. For the week you understood as an owner he could be a busy man but when you asked for his time Diluc said he would be busy and wanting to go home and you nodded saying you understand.

But before you can leave you can see his expression on his face not one of anger just annoyance and that when it hit you, you never had his heart in the first place. To you it was funny how some rain was now falling and you just walked left while the rain drenched your clothes.

You stopped coming around the Angels Share as you didn't want to see the man you once loved. You were looking through some shops till you heard someone called out your name. You looked to see Kaeya come up to you with a sweet smile.

He asked why he hasn't seen you at the Tavern lately and you answered saying how you felt sick because of the storm/rain for awhile ago. He nodded and started to talk with you more as you both ended up spending the whole day together making you forget your self pity over Diluc.

You ended up going back to Angles Share but this time not hovering over Diluc you let yourself not be a lost puppy character but let yourself branch out. You were making jokes with Kaeya and talking with Rosaria while hearing Ventis songs. Yours and Dilucs relationship did expand more and everyone can tell that Diluc was changes around you.

Sadly now you can only see Diluc as a friend and it's weird how Kaeya was returning some affection you gave him and you soon found yourself smitten for someone else now. Maybe now Diluc can understand what he lost when he saw you two share a drink one night while holding hands, he knew he was too late now.

[satoruxx]

NORTHERN LIGHTS.

✧ PAIRING: kaeya alberich x fem!reader | 4.5k words

✧ SUMMARY: smut, p -> v, praise, fingering, lots of pining, angst, angsty bc it’s kaeya tbh lol, kaeya lore but it’s vague, also military themes bc sometimes we forget kaeya is a captain and i love the knights of favonius, he’s highkey got commitment issues but i think he’s valid, man is whipped tho, he's just an overthinker and traumatized, also can you tell i’m a med student?

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: first i have to apologize bc this is SO late??? i got this request back for my 200 event, asking for kaeya with the song northern lights by kennie (which is such a good song). at first i was gonna make it a short little drabble, but the more i wrote, the more i wanted to make it a full fic, which is what ended up happening. kaeya's character has so much depth and i wanted to explore it hehe. northern lights is such a fitting song for him so i just had to go all in. but i'm so sorry that i got to your request so late, hopefully you still enjoy it lovely! (even tho it’s not the main focus in this fic, this is technically my first real smut fic so take it with a grain of salt; i don't think i write it that well LMAO)

it was rare to truly know your own weaknesses, but kaeya knew his a little too well. behind his carefree, unbothered exterior he cared a little too much. he cares a little too much when klee tugs on his fur cape and whines about a scolding she’s gotten from jean, and he ends up indulging her with whatever she’d like. he cares a little too much when rosaria spills just a tad more than usual during her drunken ramblings. he cares a little too much when he sees the discomfort in the face of certain fiery bartender as they speak, and he consistently lies awake and remembers days when that discomfort between them didn’t exist.

it’s a curse, he thinks, because he always ends up feeling too attached to people he knows he shouldn’t be attached to.

even now, his weakness is acting up as he barks orders to his soldiers. they scramble around him as they enter the city, carrying their wounded brethren to safety up at the cathedral. kaeya knows he shouldn’t blame himself but as their captain he feels like he should’ve seen this coming. new recruits wouldn’t be able to handle the hordes of monsters at daduapa gorge—he miscalculated.

“take them to the sisters at the cathedral. sister barbara and the others should be able to heal them,” kaeya commands, clasping one of the men’s shoulders and helping him up to the church. he’s ignoring the now dull throbbing in his side as blood stains his clothes—his soldiers were most important right now. like he said, he cared a little too much.

the nurses had set up a medical station at the cathedral, and in between all the commotion, kaeya’s finally able to hand over the groaning soldier to a nurse, who immediately gets to work.

he then takes a few steps back to assess the damage, grateful that all of his soldiers are getting the attention they needed. he’d hate himself if there were any losses today.

he doesn’t even realize that he’s now leaning against the wall, panting shallowly as blood continues to pour from his abdomen. oh well, he’d wait his turn—only after his soldiers were taken care of.

kaeya shuts his eyes, letting his body rest for a minute.

“you’re wounded.”

his eyes shoot open to see you standing in front of him. he assumes you’re not one of the nuns because your clothes are entirely different. you’re young, appearing to be around his age as you eye his torso critically.

“it appears so,” he answers.

“did someone take a look at you yet?”

“i’d prefer all my soldiers be taken care of first.”

your eyes flash with recognition. “so you’re captain kaeya?”

“indeed i am.” he lets his eyes roam over your concerned features.

you give him a small smile before continuing with a sigh. “i can safely tell you that all the wounded are being treated. i’m still an apprentice so i’m only here to deal with the non fatal injuries. like yours, captain.” you crouch down in front of him, fingers reaching towards his clothing with a silent question of permission. he lets his hand slacken as he gives you a nod and you attempt to peel back as many layers as you can to asses the damage before you’re motioning him towards a tent.

a few minutes later and kaeya is letting you strip his torso bare until you have a full view of his injury. your fingers brush over the wounded skin gently, and he wonders if you even touched him at all. “it’s long, but not too deep. a few stitches and you should be alright. if you’re okay with it, i’ll get started,” you tell him.

kaeya wants to tell you that he’s no stranger to the pain of injuries, but he finds something oddly refreshing about your comforting attitude, so he just says yes and lets you begin to work.

you thread through the skin with a delicate hand and despite the sting he honestly can’t even focus on it, choosing instead to analyze your features.

he realizes that you’re awfully pretty.

kaeya makes small talk with you as you work, partly to stay awake through the pain and mostly because he can’t stop his curiosity. he finds out your name, your hobbies, your goals. you may not have the most exciting life but kaeya thinks there’s something so alluring about you it makes him a little dizzy. he's not sure what it is, but he thinks about it the whole time you tend to his wound. realization hits when you finally finish, looking up at him with a smile, and kaeya realizes that your eyes hold the stars in them.

it’s hard to explain but when kaeya watches you work, nose scrunching in the dim lighting of the tent, he thinks you remind him of home.

(kaeya has chased the stars for as long as he can remember. he remembers shouting with diluc in the grass behind the winery, the two of them reaching for celestia because the stars up there were so undeniably pretty.

"we're never gonna get them!" diluc would laugh, trying hard to balance kaeya on his little shoulders. "they're too far…"

and kaeya only grins down at him toothily, raising his fists to the sky. "no way! i'll catch them one day!"

and yet his whole childhood went by without being able to capture the stars. as he grew older he started to learn that it was impossible to steal what the sky so selfishly held on to.

but even as an adult, kaeya knows to appreciate the stars when he gets the privilege to see them in the sky.

especially after he finally seems to find them in the dim glow of a medical tent.)

he hates to admit how often his eyes seek you out after that one encounter. sometimes he’ll see you at the cat's tail, giggling with your friends as you slam tcg cards down on the table triumphantly. other times he’ll catch a glimpse of you at good hunter, chewing on a quick meal as you browse through a book. almost every time he gets caught staring you only smile and offer him a little wave that sends his brain into a frenzy.

(maybe in another life kaeya would allow himself the luxury. he’d let himself go through the motions for you. let himself stress every time you threw a glance his way. work up the courage to ask you out on saturday afternoon. finally get the chance to press his lips to yours. trace your skin with nimble fingers and have the privilege to call you his.

in another life maybe.

but for now he’ll just keep you his own little secret—a guilty pleasure he’ll indulge in because it’s hard to rid an addiction, especially if you don’t have the will to rid it in the first place.)

kaeya’s messed up this summer. he knows it in his soul that he’s made the wrong decision as he watches you babble about something as you lean against his bare chest, still basking in your own afterglow.

he knows that he should have resisted the temptation. as soon as he and the troops got back and he saw you sitting in a secluded corner at angel’s share he knew that his feelings for you hadn’t dissolved.

they say absence makes the heart grow fonder and kaeya only now knows this to be true because just the sight of you sends his mind into a frenzy. you could probably feel his gaze on you because you look up from the book you’re reading and make straight eye contact with him. for a second, he wants to turn away but then you smile at kaeya like you’ve never once forgotten him, and he’s putty. before he knows it, he’s buying you a drink and walking over to your little corner to make himself comfortable.

it’s a slow descent for him because in his head he knows he shouldn’t get too attached. he’ll leave again soon with the troops, and who knows maybe he’ll leave them behind one day too. his future has always looked so clouded to him, and he knows you belong in the sun. he’d like to leave you there in the light—avoid dragging you into his darkness.

so he tries to keep it simple, occasionally meeting you for a drink or catching up around the city. but then you’re showing him your favorite place to study near starfell lake and he’s showing you his favorite stars while laying on his back on starsnatch cliff. and he knows he can’t avoid it.

soon enough he’s giving into everything he said he wouldn’t, finally finding out what you taste like. finally knowing how his name sounds when it falls from your lips.

it's more addicting than he could've predicted, the feeling of your breath against his skin as you pant out his name. kaeya can't even bring himself to pull away from you to stop and think for a second. if he did then maybe he could slap some sense into himself and draw some distance because archons above he was digging himself deeper into this hole. but he can't, not when you're gripping his shoulders as he presses you against the wall of his bedroom, whining into his lips for all that he can give you.

and kaeya is nothing if not generous.

so he indulges both you and himself—the perfect mix of selfless and selfish as he guides you to his bed, nimble fingers loosening the ties of your clothing until you're bare in front of him. he can see the bashfulness settling into your cheeks and he almost feels like goading for just a minute, but he decides he'll be nice.

you've always deserved a nice guy anyway.

he tries to push that thought away, instead distracting himself with the heat of your body, his fingers dancing along your skin eagerly. maybe, just this one night, he can let it be about you two. he can afford to forget about all the old promises he's made—all the responsibilities and duties he devoted himself to a lifetime ago.

kaeya ignores the flush of heat crawling up his neck as he hovers over you, caging your body underneath his as you squirm in anticipation. he understands—the tightness in his pants is enough for him to feel the same. but he's not worried about that, not when his fingers part your thighs eagerly, brushing over heated skin and finding slick wetness there as he dips into your cunt. he hears the sharp intake of breath, the quiet restrained moan, and he preens. kaeya revels in the sounds he pulls from your lips as his fingers curl against your slick heat, your head lolling back against his pillows.

there's a possessive streak of something that cuts through him then—something that tells him how he aches to be the only one who gets to hear those sounds.

it makes him slightly sick.

kaeya realizes then—he's been quite stupid when it comes to you. he's kept the maelstrom of feelings brewing in his soul trapped under all his bravado, arrogant and cowardly all at once. he needs to tell you, needs to be honest because this isn't something he can trick his way out of.

but all he wants to do is run. run so far away from you because he doesn't want you to to get caught up in his own ruin. you're far too good for him, too sweet and carefree to be tainted by his sin-laden hands. he needs to run.

but he does none of that, not when he's guiding his fingers to the apex of your thighs and exploring territory he knows he shouldn't claim. because then you look at him with an expression so blissful—so thankful, relieved that he's giving you a part of himself he never wanted to—and he can't even be angry about it.

kaeya presses his lips to the swell of your chest, feeling the rapid thumping of your heart under your skin, and he shuts his eyes as he breathes out your name. you answer with a resounding mewl, catching his eyes even through the dark strands of his hair.

he then chooses to focus on pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt because archons do you look heavenly when your eyes roll back like that.

but it scares him, the way you leave him open and exposed and aching even when he doesn't want to be.

in his head you're perfect, all bright and glowing under him as you chant his name like he's some kind of savior. but kaeya isn't a savior—if anything he's destruction in human form, sent by the heavens to wreak havoc on those around him. he'd destroyed enough already—he doesn't think he can do it to you too.

but archons the way you're looking at him now, from under fluttering lashes and dewy eyes that shine even brighter when they're trained on him—begging, pleading, and oh so trusting of him and every thing he wants to give you. he can't even help himself.

"i know, sweet girl," he sighs, voice strained as you buck your hips just perfect—a temptress, sent to lead him to his doom. and yet he can't stop his fingers from pushing back your hair from your sweaty skin, knowing that he should be careful because he doesn't want to destroy something as fragile as this.

"kaeya please," your breath comes out in short desperate pants, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders haphazardly.

"i know," he repeats, reaching down to heft your thigh over his waist as he slots his hips against your own, biting back a groan at the sensitive brush against his cock—throbbing, aching, needy.

"ah fuck," he's almost shy at the way his voice shakes as he lines his cock up, the heat and slickness of your cunt a teasing caress against his sensitive head. he drops his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily even before he's inside you because something about this makes him so incredibly nervous. a single desperate whine and the soft squeeze of your fingers into his biceps and he's stilling—breath catching, heart pounding.

for a moment, he doesn't even feel like himself. he's not anything, no one.

and then he slides in and kaeya knows that there will never be anything better—another experience that would feel this right in his life.

he pulls out a little, gaze lingering at the sweat beading at your forehead, and something in his chest stutters. "okay?" he traces your face for any hint of hesitation—of the nervousness that he feels in his gut, but all he finds is a stormy mix of desire and devotion.

"uh huh," reassurance, stability—everything he isn't. his brows pinch, eyes shutting because he doesn't want you to know.

he's pulled out of the whirlwind that is his thoughts when he feels your fingers on his cheek, brushing over his skin gently. his eyes snap open, and even through the haze he can feel himself relaxing under your touch, because the way you're looking at him is so undeniably loving and it makes his stomach flip.

"you okay?" you whisper, looking up at him carefully, and kaeya feels as though you've put him between the halves of a microscope slide to analyze him.

"i'm fine," he breathes out, not a lie but not the whole truth either. "don't worry."

his words do little to quell you, but one roll of his hips has your eyes fluttering, a choked moan escaping your throat, and the sound makes his pride sing.

there's an image then—hazy and yet so obvious as his brain registers it. the implications behind it makes his stomach churn.

quiet smiles, hazy kisses, soft goodbyes—and then the inevitable distance as he crosses over the border separating your world from his. a lone figure standing in the streets of mondstadt, always waiting for him to come back. always disappointed.

you buck your hips upward, blissfully unaware of the torrent of conflicting emotions in his head. kaeya's brain short-circuits, and then he's pushing back, a steady rhythm against your gummy walls that takes the breath out of your lungs. you savor every thrust, punctuated by the sharp grunts he lets out against your throat.

your fingers rake over his back, desperate and needy and focused on one thing only—kaeya, kaeya, kaeya.

"that's it sweetheart," he doesn't have any more control—not on his mind, his body, his mouth. they've all escaped his grasp, too spurred on by you and everything you're willing to offer him.

"'s okay…ah fuck…it's okay," kaeya groans into the column of your throat, not sure whether he's telling you or himself. the clench of your walls sends him spiraling, hips picking up the pace as he pistons his cock in and out—trying to find out just how far he can go.

then he hits one spot, and his vigilant gaze catches the way your jaw slackens, eyes glazing over even as they roll back and a shaky moan escapes your throat—surprised, unexpecting. his ego jumps.

an experimental roll of his hips against the same spot and you make a sound so unhinged that he finds himself already addicted to it. and to tease is in his nature.

"yeah? right there?" he drawls, masking his anxiousness with his bravado once again.

"right there," you whimper, nodding meekly as you grip his shoulders. he huffs out a soft laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to your eyelids like he's trying to kiss away the tears that have gathered there. you preen under his ministrations—it feels a little too domestic.

he understands. it scares him, but he understands. he wonders what the point of worrying is—wonders why he's letting his paranoid brain taint this moment that he'd been waiting for. the only solution left is to ignore it. because you're here, writhing underneath him in the throes of pleasure, vulnerable and trusting and just for him. he should give you what you deserve after all.

so kaeya pushes every other thought out of his head, only focused on you and making you feel good because that's what someone like you deserves—everything you desire laid at your feet.

he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, paired with a languid roll of his hips as he quietly groans. "okay…." his voice comes out an octave lower, pushed down by the barely concealed need for you. "okay sweet girl. i've got you."

another searing kiss as he breathes through his nose, picking up the pace again as he slams his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. your moans get louder even as they remain muffled against his lips, and kaeya can't help but dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh, leaving behind finger shaped dents in the plushy skin.

a claim—possessive, desperate, selfish.

your kisses become sloppier as kaeya leads you closer to the edge, walls clenching around the length of him, tighter with every thrust he delivers. the chants of his name have become almost reverent, and kaeya thinks his name couldn't possibly sound more beautiful than in that moment. he wonders if he could be blessed to hear it for the remainder of his life, and the thought sends pure unadulterated need through him.

his hips stutter, red hot fire coursing through his chilled veins—building, climbing, overwhelming as every sense goes fuzzy with heat. his grunts become more irregular, in time with the reckless thrusts of his cock as your cunt tightens around him greedily.

his cock twitches as you suck him in eagerly, feeling every ridge and vein as he grunts and groans and tightens his hold on you—unyielding, unrelenting, selfish.

your eyes stay locked on his even as your orgasm rips through you, and kaeya sees celestia in them—brighter than ever before. your muscles spasm, clenching almost painfully as you tremble and writhe underneath him, and he follows you to the doorstep of nirvana with a throaty groan. his hips stutter, twitching and throbbing as he pants out a broken chorus of your name and every praise that doesn't do you justice.

then he drops his forehead against yours, watching your eyelids flutter—celestial stars dim. a soft brush of your lips against his.

your muscles go lax, every guard dropped just for him—trust he realizes, trust he doesn't deserve. he doesn't know how to tell you that.

because even after everything—when you're curled up against his chest, skin warm and dewy against his own, he does not think about how he adores the feeling of your hair brushing against his arm, nor does he focus on the soft tickle of your breathing washing over him. instead he thinks about how he's ruined it all, how he's dragged you into him, and how he needs to let you go before he destroys you completely.

at the end of the summer, kaeya tells you he can’t.

“what are you talking about?” you ask him, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you barely focus on his words. your nose is buried in some medical text, and kaeya thinks that the universe is punishing him now by making him repeat himself.

“us. we shouldn’t have…” he sighs, shoulders dropping. “i mean, we should stop…seeing each other.”

he can practically feel the way his words pull your attention and when he looks up he sees the way your grip on the book has slackened. there’s panic settling in your eyes, mixed with a bit of confusion. a conflicted emotion runs across your face and kaeya’s fingers itch to touch you. “w-why?”

it’s a simple question and he should have no problem answering it, but he struggles to get the words out, his throat constricting uncomfortably. “it was fine in the summer, when i was back here with the troops. but now i’ll have to leave and-“

“so what?” you question, turning in your seat to face him completely. his eyes drop to the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, and he feels his heart squeezing.

“so-“ he gulps, head spinning as he tries to explain himself. he doesn’t even have a proper answer—he just knows that this is his only option. because there’s no way in hell he deserves this kind of comfort, this kind of happiness. “so i cant-“

“can’t what, kaeya?” you stress, voice going slightly higher and he only then sees the real fear in your expression.

he pauses, mulling over his words and the bitter taste they’re leaving in his mouth. he can feel the sting of your pleading stare, and he swallows hard. “can’t stay,” he finally answers, and he’s shocked at how miserable he sounds.

you look at him like he’s insane, and honestly he feels like he might be. you’re confused and rightfully so, because there are so many remnants of him left in your space, so clearly evident the impact he’s left on you.

“can’t or won’t?”

kaeya’s eyes snap up to yours, because the tremor in your voice sends a jolt of fear down to his stomach, churning and roiling until it makes him sick.

he regrets looking, because he can feel himself breaking then and there.

you’re looking at him with these shining eyes and he swears that he’s glimpses them again—the brightest stars he’s ever had the privilege of seeing. for a second he thinks the light of those stars might disappear because that’s what always happens. but they remain, glowing against the backdrop of your irises and he’s captivated all over again.

his plans to leave you in tears fly out the window then and there.

he’s reaching for your cheeks in less than a second, holding them delicately as he lets his thumbs brush over your teary lashes. there’s a reasonable bit of confusion in your face at his sudden change, but when he leans down to kiss you, you don’t protest, melting into him even though he’s so undeniably cold. kaeya doesn’t even realize he’s saying he loves you, choosing to murmur it against your lips because it’s not meant for anyone else to hear—just the two of you.

he remains there, in the quiet darkness of your room for the rest of the night, because he doesn’t want to leave your side even after he told himself he would.

and yes, he dreads tomorrow. he dreads tomorrow because he knows that he will have to choose between the comfortable home he’s found in you or the dark abyss that has swallowed his past.

he’s scared that the more he allows himself to fall into you, and the more he finds that your eyes are the ones that hold the stars of celestia, then the easier his choice will become.

he’s been chasing the stars for so long after all. now that he finally has them, why in teyvat would he let them go?

[megistusdiary]

ok but himeko and rosaria's titties ... pls let me be buried in them 😔 they're def for the girlies

i am so sorry for the delay. trust me, i see all of your guys' asks, i have just been so busy and tired lately. but i do enjoy rosaria and himeko 😁🫶 and yes, they are for the girls. i just know it 🙏

i am so flat, and yet my big titty gf is nowhere in sight (tragic, i know)

anyways, i just put this together, and i know it is short, but i hope it is up to your standards, anon

♡ himeko and rosaria thoughts ♡

dom!himeko and dom!rosaria x sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, tit play, strap penetration/fingering (sub receiving), individual warnings below

rosaria ⋆·˚ ༘

warnings: strap penetration (sub!receiving), tit play, hickies, kinda rough sex (it's rosaria, i have to)

rosaria's sharp nails dug into your hips as she pulled you up and down her strap. you were panting, whining so pitifully in her ear, begging for her to fuck you. even though you were so spoiled, how could she resist?

with every thrust, her own chest bounced, leaving you entranced. your hands gripped her shoulders, head slowly sinking down to kiss the tops of her breasts, hands following to palm them.

"what do you think you're doing?" she arched an eyebrow, purposefully thrusting harder as your hands faltered, sliding down to her waist.

"you're- fuck- you're so pretty!" you whimper, palming her breasts, clumsily swiping your thumbs over her nipples.

she lets out a breathy sigh, pausing her movements momentarily. "you're really that interested in my chest?" she scoffed.

instead of responding, you leaned down to lap your tongue over her breast, using the tip to tease her nipple and her expression turned surprised as she let out a soft moan.

her nails gripped your hips tighter, hips bucking into yours as you teased her, sucking at the skin and leaving pretty marks across her chest.

she looked down at the marks blooming across her pale skin, picking up the pace of her hips just to see your mouth slip. she could feel your soft breaths, panted against her skin as she fucked you deeper, smirking ever so slightly at the way your moans vibrated against her body.

himeko ˚ૢ⋆˚

warnings: fingering (sub!receiving), soft sex, tit play, 'girl' used in petnames

himeko's hand rested tenderly on the back of your head, cradling you close to her while her other hand remained occupied between your thighs.

you were both still relatively clothed, though your bottom half was entirely exposed.

her hand smoothed down your head sweetly, resting on your neck as her fingers pressed deeper into you.

"does that feel good, sweetheart?" she asks softly, enjoying the little whines and whimpers you give her in return.

your head rested comfortably on her plush chest, nodding into her body. she swept her free hand across your forehead so sweetly, contrasting the way her fingers pressed into your sweet spot so sinfully.

her reward was your crescendo of gasps, though she had to admit she was surprised when you tugged the top of her dress down purposefully to reveal her tits.

"oh- what are you doing, baby?" she asked, caught off guard. although, she didn't mind too much when you leaned your head up to kiss her breasts so cutely, giving attention to her while she played with you.

your tongue passed over her nipples, and her fingers stilled inside you, her own thighs pressing together. she only moved when you whined, hips fucking themselves back on her hand. "himeko-" you huffed at her, grinding your hips.

"i'm sorry, sweet girl, your tongue just feels so good." she smiles down at you, kissing the top of your head. she keeps finger-fucking you, enjoying the visual of you palming her tits, rubbing and pinching her nipples in between little kisses and licks.

her breasts grow sensitive with each touch, her own chest heaving despite the impending orgasm belonging to you. "such a good girl-" she breathes out, pushing your head further onto her chest, head falling back when you teasingly nip at her. "good girl."

[deus-lapidis]

Forever and always.

— Diluc’s Wedding Layout [modern]

Characters: Diluc x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

A/N: this is written for @hiraya-rawr as a specialty treat in hopes of bringing her some joy. Therefore it was crafted with a female reader in mind, but imo, fuck gender norms and read it if you want to read it, as long as you’re comfortable <3

I’m also really sorry for being like…dead.. streaming and irl matters have consumed my time and genshin hasn’t been a bit tiring. I’m very hyped about Fontaine though!

Preparation and Planning [hehe…PP]

The attire

Diluc likes to spoil you. He has the money from his family business and on what else should he be spending it on if not on things that conjure such a sweet smile on your face :>

Though he cannot come with you to pick out your wedding dress, he makes sure that at least one of his maids will accompany you and of course bear his request in mind; for his lover to get nothing but the best, the finest and the most extraordinary to match your person!

Whatever you wish for, he will absolutely fund. Pearls or dainty jewels, lace or maybe silk, a veil or maybe a crown even? It will be yours, just say the word.

When it comes to his suit picking though, he has his brother tagging along with Venti and Rosaria, since they all invited themselves to the attire picking occasion. They spent so much time with the dawn winery heir that they practically HAVE to join in.

They make lots of stupid remarks though and poke fun, while having champagne, so Diluc also decides to confide in his childhood friend Jean and her little sister Barbara, texting the siblings to ask for their opinion.

They settle on a classy and sleek looking black suit with a few bronze touches that remind of his coat.

He gets a bit emotional once seeing himself in his wedding attire, cause then it really sinks in. He’s here. Picking out the suit that he’s gonna wear to his wedding, to YOUR wedding. Oh my god, he’s gonna marry you. You, the love of his life and his beloved partner ohdeararchons—

The bubbling champagne glasses of his cheery friends clink, a toast in the background, as he himself — refraining from alcohol while picking out such important garments — puts on his fifth potential wedding suit. The previous ones have been quite beautiful, but not to his taste in the end and he strived for your wedding to be absolutely perfect. While he was absentmindedly buttoning his black dress shirt, his thoughts drifted to you, his lovely fiancée. A small smile stretched out on his lips, one that he couldn’t fight when he thought of you, his ears dusted pink when he allowed himself to picture you in a wedding gown. Archons, was he ever so smitten.

The wedding cake

You two go to a local, fancy bakery to taste test and assemble your dream wedding cake.

That part was far less nerve wrecking, since it also sort of felt like a sweet date. You two were spending time at the bakery together and while he was actually never that fond of sweets, he enjoyed a lot of the cakes.

He watched you with his gentle vermilion gaze, he was utterly and hopelessly smitten <3

Well frankly said he also found that they tasted a lot better, since you were insisting on feeding him the different cake flavours :)

You settled on a dark chocolate cake, since it seemed to be a rather classic flavour, rich and bittersweet.

The sweet scents of cake samples waft through the tasting room, you sitting there with him and gleefully trying the next flavour.

“Mhm! Diluc, try this. I think you’ll like it.” You lifted the fork to his lips, offering your fiancé a bite of coffee cake, gently prodding his mouth with the utensil.

He chuckled at your gesture, smitten eyes gazing at you in amusement, before accepting the bite and letting the cake melt on his tongue.

He really could get used to this.

The actual wedding:

Boy, he’s so nervous.

So here’s the thing, his father had always been an anchor for him for anxious moments in his young years, Crepus being there to validate and reassure his son. During adulthood he found himself bottling things up and managing just fine, yet in this moment, he feels like a vulnerable young boy again. Yes, he’s suited up for his adult wedding with his very adult beloved. His once innocent eyes, now matured over time, staring back at him in the mirror, his strong facial features of an unshakable man and yet he feels so young and helpless.

His brother had to come and calm him down a little, even almost resorting to calling you via phone to help his awkward redhead brother relax, but they ended up managing on their own.

(Venti put on a stupid song and Diluc’s nervousness easily transformed into stressed aggravation.)

The first look had him in tears. He’s quite sniffly, but he’s trying to contain himself for the sake of the wedding and his image. Truthfully, he’s really excited to marry you. You are wonderful inside and out and he can’t wait for you to be his and for him to be yours.

As soon as he (somewhat) recovered, he opted to wrap his arms around you, forehead pressing against yours, as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

“I love you. My darling.”

Finally, it was was ceremony time! Tears were shed. A lot of them. Vows were exchanged through more tears and croaked out chuckles.

The kiss was chaste and loving, just utterly perfect, a perfect start for your married life.

Bennett cried, Razor was happy to be included, Klee was the little flower girl, Fischl was ??? Oz was translating.

Kaeya held the absolutely most perfect speech as the best man. More tears were shed. Both because of gooey soft feelings and just utter amusement at his funny remarks and embarrassing Diluc anecdotes.

The first dance was a dreamy but nervous waltz, Diluc’s refined training as a young boy slipping out as he lead you. Gently swirling you while his own eyes focused on your shared joy, smiling ever so softly at you in an absolutely love drunk fashion.

Diluc offered you his hand, leading you to the dance floor when his brother announced the first dance of the newlyweds.

Pulling you closer to his body, he placed one hand on your waist, while the other held your right hand, he smiled encouragingly when you placed your left hand on his shoulder.

You followed his steps, swaying and twirling to the familiar music. Your eyes never breaking away from each other, smitten love radiating from the both of you.

He looked incredibly handsome like this, hair out of his face, lips curled upwards in happiness. You never wanted to forget this moment.

In his eyes, your bright smile was something to be engraved and tucked away into his heart forever.

Eventually the music died down, leaving you two swaying in each other’s arms happily, him pressing a kiss on your forehead, before resting his head against yours.

“I love you. Forever and always.”

[pearlywritings]

Only if I were to write them down

synopsis: the only way these loving words would end up in a book

prompt: 25

requested by: my dear @nerdyladyrebel

pairing: Kaeya, Kaveh x fem!reader (separarely)

tw: fluff, established relationship, tipsy Kaeya, Kaveh brought those three foxes home

word count: 2k+ words in total

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 4 more requests to write.

Kaeya

“Did you know that Kaeya is most creative with his compliments when he is tipsy or borderline drunk?” You chuckle, one arm wrapped around your lover’s waist, to keep him leaning into your side and walk somewhat straight, the other motioning towards Rosaria, who made a decision to accompany you two home just to be sure that nothing happens. To you or to the citizens she didn’t clarify, but you could bet it was the latter. Reasons? Those very compliments you’ve just mentioned. And maybe a couple of instances of kissing in the middle of the street late in the evening.

“Let me assure you I could’ve lived without that information just as merrily as a moment ago,” the sister of the church deadpans and you roll your eyes. Here goes your attempt to try and strike up a conversation. Well, maybe, just maybe you’ve been infected with Kaeya’s talkativeness tonight and walking half the city with two companions and staying silent? Not happening.

“Come on, Rosa,” oh, look at that, someone’s decided to join your cute little chit chat. The shape or star in his eye shines just as bright as the ones in the sky when he lifts his head from the side of yours to direct his attention to the fellow cryo user. “Don’t be a party pooper.”

“Never said I was a part of your ’party’,” at that the male whines and it’s hard to contain your amused laugh.

“Hey, handsome, don’t be sad. After all, isn’t it best that this party is just for the two of us?”

Your words make your lover perk up immediately, attention fully on you, the sister of the church completely forgotten.

“Ooooh, you are absolutely right! You are so smart, it’s sexy~”

The corner of your lips ticks in attempts to fight a smile when Rosaria makes a gagging noise. Kaeya, however, ignores her as if she doesn’t exist. And that’s the truth - because right now, tonight, on your way back to your shared apartment, nothing exists for the Cavalry Captain - only his loveliest, dearest girlfriend.

“Y’know I was soooo jealous,” he drawls, words confusing you - if you recall the evening correctly, no one approached you even once, and the conversations you had with Rosaria were pretty brief.

“Who were you jealous of, baby?”

“The glass.”

“The glass?” You cock an eyebrow, meeting Rosaria’s eyes for a second, then immediately looking back at the man. “You mean, the one I drank from?”

“Mhm,” a pout forms on his lips and he leans even more into you, to nuzzle against your cheek. “Because you were making out with it.”

The nun at his other side chokes and it’s unclear if it’s from her friend’s audacity or amusement. You only see her reaching into her pocket for a cigarette, as if saying ‘I am not dealing with you two right now’.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love, for making you think that was the case. I assure you that once home we’ll be making out for real.”

“Nice,” a smile against your neck is victorious. “No one is stealing my girl from me.”

“No one was trying to,” the woman huffs out a puff of smoke, flicking ash. “Everyone is too fed up with your lovesick aura when Y/n is nearby.”

“I can’t help it Rosa!” He whines again, clutching your body closer to his. “Look at her!” Saying those words he himself glances at you with eyes full of adoration and undying devotion. “She is like the embodiment of beauty itself. If asked, I won’t be able to choose what I like most about her. Her hair is like glass, shining marvelously in the sun, so captivating. Her hands are like flowers, so delicate like petals, palms holding me like uncurling buds in the bloom…”

As he goes on and on, Rosaria’s face gets more and more alike to a person who ate something sour. You lift an eyebrow. See? That’s what I was talking about.

At your teasing smirk, she just rolls her eyes, and waving a hand with a smoldering cigarette held between fingers, the woman bids her goodbye, turning left to the next street.

You, on the other hand, finally get you and your rambling lover home. Only passing the threshold of your apartment does Kaeya take a break, bending to pull his boots off.

“So…” you hum, remembering his very first couple of compliments, that sounded exceptionally lyrical not to end up imprinted in your memory, “saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers… how romantic you are,” the Cavalry Captain straightens up with a satisfied look on his face, which quickly turns offended by your next question. “Or are they just words from the book?”

He gasps, clasping his chest. He looks much sober now. Which could've been so since much earlier - it wasn’t uncommon for Kaeya to pretend to be more delirious than he actually was for his personal gain.

“A book! My, are you doubting my ability to speak the truth of you? These could have ended up in a book only if I were to write them down!”

“Alright, alright, I believe you,” with a smile you take a step closer, lifting your hands, but stopping right before touching his cheeks. “Let’s then get your face into my palms and your fingers in my hair, shall we?”

Kaeya Alberich has never been more eager to act on someone’s words.

Kaveh

“Beautiful?” You hear your boyfriend shout from his study, calling for your attention. Startled, one of the desert foxes Kaveh brought home years ago, jumps in its spot under the dining table and dashes out of the kitchen. You hear two more sets of running paws rushing to the blonde’s room.

“Yeah? What’s up, love?” Shouting back you reach for a towel to wipe your hands - you were about to start working on dinner.

“Can you come here for a sec?” Another question echoes in the house, followed by a quick yelp - looks like one of your friends reached the inviting lap of the architect first. Chuckling, you hang a towel and exit to the hall.

And just as you anticipated all three fennecs were squirming on top of the Light of Kshahrevar, while the said Light held them firmly against himself, not letting them jump onto the table. Noticing you, Kaveh’s face turns desperate.

“Please, remove the blueprints!” Too used to this, you simply walk to the desk and carefully lift his sketches, putting them away and safe from the animals’ sight. Assured that his work won’t be destroyed, the architect loosens his embraces, giving the trio freedom to go nuts all around his work space.

“It’s your fault they are like this,” you chuckle, removing a pencil from behind his ear. “Every time you call for someone they assume it’s time for treats.”

“I know, I know,” your lover sighs, leaning back into his chair and watching the two foxes about to scream at each other sitting on top of the table, while the last one is tugging on a trinket of his shirt. “I should’ve been more responsible.”

“Mhm. Now, what were you calling me for?” Grabbing the back of another chair in the room, you bring it closer to Kaveh’s, sitting down and catching one of the little troublemakers from the desk, bringing it to your lap. The blonde stares blankly at his hands for a moment and then his eyes flash with recognition.

“Oh, right! It’s nothing serious, don’t worry. It was just a… sudden thought and I wanted to know your answer.”

“So, it’s a question?” Fingers run through the sandy fur of your floofbaby, making it squint happily.

“Yeah, a question,” rosy eyes meet yours and you simultaneously smile - for no particular reason.

“Go ahead, songbird.”

“Alright... A client of mine came with a peculiar request… He wants to build a house in the image of his wife.”

“Oh? That’s interesting and actually so sweet! But I hope the wife is in good health, yes?”

“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just his way of expressing his love for her. We spent quite a few days discussing the designs, determining how I can integrate his feelings and her traits into the structure… But that’s not actually the point right now.”

Already having prepared to engage in a discussion regarding his new blueprint, you are surprised to hear that his question might not have anything to do with work. But the intrigue has been planted and you can’t wait to hear what possibly your boyfriend could be wondering about.

“Since you are the person who knows me better than anyone else I wanted to ask you - if you had to choose a building or any kind of structure to describe me... What would you choose?”

A building or a structure to describe Kaveh? The Kaveh? The architect who rebuilt half of Sumeru, made a name in history and is held in high regard by the Dendro Archon herself? There is probably no piece of architectural art to be as grand as this man is.

However, you know that he asks you as your lover, as the person who you cherish the most and who loves you as passionately and selflessly in return. Who makes you smile without a fail, who lets you curl in his lap while he works, rarely complaining if the pose is uncomfortable (which you lightly scold him for), who takes your hand and dances in the rain with you, jumping when the first clap of thunder booms and rushing you back home with a boyish laughter. The man who makes you feel the safest, most adored and beautiful woman in the world. And for this man you have a definite answer.

“Promise me you won’t be offended if don’t say ‘a temple’ or something alike,” the blonde shakes his head, releasing the fennec that was clinging to his shoulder, and reaching out for your hand. Your own fox is set free too, and the two of them jump back onto the table, startling the third one, and the crazy running around starts again. But neither of you pay attention to it anymore.

“Of course I won’t take it to heart. I am asking for your sincere opinion.”

“In that case,” intertwining your fingers and firmly holding his hand in a lock, you lean forward, as if it was a secret, “I think you remind me of a greenhouse.”

“A greenhouse?” he hums, scooting even closer, sitting on the edge of his chair. “What is motivating this idea?”

“It’s quite simple actually. Your hair are as pretty as glass, so sunny and bright, perfect for the flowers that grow. Oh, but the flowers are your hands, despite being rough from hardships and sometimes dirty from the smudged pencil, they are still as tender as delicate as the petals. But most importantly inside you grow the most marvelous thing that is ever to bloom - love. I am a lucky girl to be taking care of it.”

With soft expression you witness blush creeping onto his cheeks and readily move closer to let your foreheads touch in a tender gesture.

“Saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers…” Kaveh muses, a warm smile playing on his lips, eyes staring right into yours with such deep emotion, “how romantic you are. Or are they just words from the book?”

“Only if I were to write them down.”

“Oh, my muse… I love it.”

You don’t deny your lover when he tugs you forward, sliding himself back into his chair and leading you onto his lap, into his embrace. With arms loosely wrapped around his neck and his palms resting on the small of your back, you indeed feel like you are surrounded by wonderful flora.

“Are you going to let me stay in your greenhouse?”

Kaveh chuckles, reaching up, searching for your lips.

“Only if you promise to stay in it forever.”

[cryptictongues]

Follow the Morgenbeards

pairing: Clive Rosfield x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 8.1k summary: Reader accompanies Clive for an errand. Mishaps occur.

warnings: porn with plot, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, masturbation, sex pollen, rough sex, possessive behavior, praise kink, creampie, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering

Minor spoilers that take place right before the five-year time split and a little bit after it. Certain quests from the game are referred to. Please read with caution.

[AO3 link to story]

You didn’t leave the Hideaway often. The only time you ever left was to run small errands for the people of the Hideaway when they were unable, such as picking up linens to make clothes for new arrivals and delivering tools to Martha and Quinten. Today, however, was a little different.

You were in the Shelves looking at a book for different needle threads and sewing techniques when you heard the doors open. Turning your head, you see it is none other than Clive Rosfield. You turn your head to act like you were still reading, trying to calm the warmth that’s trailing up your cheeks. No matter how comfortable I’ve become around him, he always seems to have an effect on me.

“What are you reading?” You hear that gravelly voice beside your head.

You turn to look at him only to look back down at the book. “It is a book on sewing. With more arrivals potentially coming, I want to learn how to better make clothes so I can help Hortense out. Making garments for a lot of people is a lot for one person.”

Clive laughs. “Says the lady who seems to enjoy taking the load off of others.”

“Well, there isn’t much else to do. Especially when you stay at the Hideaway most days.” You smile.

Clive pulls up a chair to sit next to you. You notice how close he is, practically feeling the heat his body seems to produce from the leather he wears. Oh Founder he is going to be the death of me.

You shut the book and turn to him fully. “So what do I owe for this visit?”

“I can’t just come to see how you are doing?” Clive remarks.

“Well, of course you are welcome to do that. I just know you are a busy man. Have a lot of things on your plate as of recently.” You shrugged. He has been gone more and more these days and you can’t blame him. He has a lot to live up to as Cid the Outlaw.

“I always have time for you, my lady.”

You can feel your heart flutter. He is genuinely too much.

Clive continues. “However, I do have a reason as to finding you today. Nigel wants me to collect Morgenbeard seeds, and I was wondering if you’d accompany me to collect them. He said they are native to Rosaria but I can’t recall the name or what they could look like. I could use your expertise.”

You’ve always loved flowers. You grew up in the Dhalmekian Republic, which is mostly desert. There was a vendor at the Dalimil Inn that would always sell fresh flowers. How they got them? You never could figure it out. But ever since seeing them, you have been fascinated; read all the books you could find on flowers native to different areas of Valisthea. The fact that Clive remembered how much you love flowers and learning about them made you smile. He has a great memory, apparently. 

“I would love to! I know there are a lot that grow in Sorrowise. Perhaps we could check there first.”

“Sorrowise it is then. Once you are ready, meet me at the pier so we may press on.” Clive states. You nod and with that he heads out the doors.

If only you knew how the journey would take a turn for the worst. 

-

Sorrowise was nothing but wide fields with swampy areas. The perfect place to find some Morgenbeards. 

You were strolling ahead while Clive trailed a couple steps behind you. For someone so tall, you’d think he’d be able to keep up. “_____, slow down. There are beasts around here.”

You pivot on your tiptoes and continue walking backwards with a pep in your step. You are genuinely happy to be spending your afternoon with Clive. It has been forever since you got to be with him alone, and the fact he asked you to come run an errand with him personally has set the tone for the day. “Stop worrying, Clive. I’ve been out to Sorrowise plenty of times. Besides, nothing can go wrong because I have you to protect me.”

You turn back around and continue along. You can hear Clive sigh behind you as he catches up, walking now side by side with you as you lead him to where you think some Morgenbeards will be. Up ahead, you see a glimmer of yellow in the distance and you feel your pace quicken. “Clive! They are over there!” You are about to run up to them before Clive grabs you by the arm to pull you to his chest. You grunt at the surprise contact and look up to him. Damn I forgot how tall he is compared to me.

“Let me scope the area before you head over there.” Clive said in a hushed voice. You feel a shiver down your spine with him being so close to you. “O-okay.” You whispered. He squeezes your arm before heading towards the Morgenbeards, taking in his surroundings as he approaches. He sees something move in one of the bushes nearby and sees there is a Goblin lurking in the area. And another. And another.

And another.

Goblins were swarming the area of the Morgenbeards, like the Rosarian flowers called to them. Clive knew this wouldn’t be a bad fight, as his experience with Goblins is fairly frequent. But with so many, he won’t be able to keep a close eye on you. He turns his head slightly so he has the beasts within his peripherals. “_____, stand behind that shrub over there while I take care of this. Please.”

You nod your head and bugger off to the shrub, peeking out from it to see Clive in action. You’ve never seen him fight before, but you know he doesn’t get the Outlaw title for nothing. This was going to be a good watch.

Clive fights with heart. His movements are precise and the way he escapes attacks to deliver brutal swings of his sword is stunning. He is most definitely a professional, not that there was any doubt, but seeing is better than believing. The Goblins seem to keep popping out of nowhere, but that doesn’t stop him from slaying each and every one in his wake. You start to watch his face as he attacks. You can’t hear him from where you are, but you imagine with every hit there is a grunt and with every pull of his sword from his enemies there is a curse falling from under his breath. His face says it all; it makes you wonder if that’s what he would look like with his cock in your…

You hit yourself on your arm. No! You have got to stop having these thoughts about him. You will go mad if you keep daydreaming about him and how he would be in bed. Especially yours. It’s not worth the risk and you’d rather not ruin the relationship you have with him. You need him, but you will put your needs down so he can keep being the leader that the people of Valisthea need. 

Leaving your thoughts, you see Clive kill the last one and he looks around to ensure that every beast has perished. Once cleared, he waves you over with a gorgeous smile on his face. He is truly a human embodiment of art. 

You leave your perch and meet up to where he is. You clap your hands in excitement. “My knight and shining armor saved me. You have my thanks.” You say with a little curtsy. You like to tease him every now and then with royal courtesy and manners. Clive laughs and bows, but not before taking your hand in his. “Anything for you, my lady.” He places a gentle kiss on it and you are so flustered. Just when you think you have him, he takes the upper hand. Cheeky bastard.

You pull your hand away and turn away to hide the flush of your cheeks. “Well, we better not keep Nigel waiting. Let’s get some of these so we can bring them back to the Hideaway.”

You both walk to a patch of Morgenbeards and start picking them. You hand them to Clive as you go so he can add them to the pouches he keeps on his pants. The silence is comforting. The hustle and bustle of the Hideaway is a lot and there is always something going on that needs attention. It’s nice to be in the moment and enjoy each other’s company. 

“There is something familiar about these.” Clive breaks the silence.

“Hm?” You pause to see him staring at one in his hand.

“They remind me of home; times at the citadel.”

You stand up to get a full look at him. He is smiling at it; almost like he has conjured a memory from it. You smile. “Well you did grow up in Rosaria so that would make sense, right?”

Clive sighed. “They must have been something that we grew in the Citadel gardens. I would spend many nights on my balcony looking out at them. I suppose they are ingrained in my memory.”

You grinned. “You know something? I read they were used a lot by Rosarian royalty as they symbolize nobility.” You said as you plucked the flower from his hand. “Funny though how this flower can represent that ideal yet they grow from the very swampy ground we stand on.”

Clive plucked the flower back from your hand and placed it right behind your ear. He let his hand trail along your hair as he pulled away. “It’s because they know how to be beautiful, even in the most drab places.” 

If your blush was bad before, it is certainly bad now. You shy away from him in the hopes some steps away will calm your rapid heart down. You beam at him, still flustered from the poetry falling from his lips. “I think we have enough, but I want to get a few more just in case.”

You go over to the other Morganbeard patch closest to the brush along the swamp. Clive draws closer to you when he sees something pink from within it. He gets a closer look and once he realizes what it is, it’s too late.

“_____, step back!”

It all happens so fast. One moment you are picking up flowers and the next you find yourself coughing on the ground, accidentally inhaling whatever was released at you. You sense Clive smashing the beast while you are trying to pull yourself together. You feel arms help you sit up as you continue to cough. His hand rubs your back as you come down from your coughing fit and you start to breathe heavily. 

He can’t believe he let this happen. He should have been more thorough, meaning checking the bushes for more wild beasts. But even more so, he doesn’t understand how there could be vampire thorns out here. They are more populated within the regions of Sanbreaque. 

It doesn’t matter now. Regardless, this is all his fault. 

“Are you alright, _____?” Clive worries. 

You nod your head, afraid that talking will send you into another episode and go to stand up only to fall back down in Clive’s arms. He catches you and slowly stands up with you under his arm. “We need to get you to the infirmary. Do you think you can walk?” You hum in the affirmative and you both start making haste.

As you both continue on, you notice you are starting to feel weird, and not in an unpleasant way. You felt tingles all throughout your body and as the trek continued, the stronger it got. Clive noticed you slowing down and the concern rises further. He needs to get you to the infirmary. Now.

He bends down a little and scoops you in his arms, cradling you close to his chest. He feels how hot you are, which only gets him to push harder into getting the both of you back. Just as he enters the area of Hawk’s Cry Cliff, he feels something on his neck and looks to see you kissing his neck. Shock enters his system. The feeling of you kissing the sensitive part of his skin has him in overdrive. What the hell is she doing?

You don’t know what is taking over you. Clive’s pheromones are infesting your brain, turning it into rot. It has a mind of its own and you can’t stop the need to shred his clothes off and let him have his way with you. You take your hand and touch the exposed skin of his chest, slipping your hand under his shirt while continuing to kiss and suck at his neck. You get to one particular spot right above his collarbone and you feel him shudder. You suck hard on the spot and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. You kept sucking that spot to try and get him to moan again and go to unstring the leather corset he is wearing. You are, however, stopped when he takes the hand by your head and pulls it back by your hair. You moan as the slight pain sends signals to your pussy. 

Clive looks at you, about to reprimand you for acting like this, and in the process giving him a hard on, when he sees how dilated your pupils are, as well as how fast your heart is going. The words that were on his lips vanished, and instead his concern is raised more than ever. The spores the vampire thorn shot out are giving you side effects that he has never seen before. This could be bad.

“What are you feeling right now, _____?” Clive asked, needing to know what was happening.

“I don’t know but it hurts, Clive.” You moan out.

Clive keeps walking faster as he is almost at the lip of the deadlands, that much closer to the Hideaway boat, with his focus still on you. “Where does it hurt? Tell me.” He pushed.

You take a hand and bring it down to your pulsating clit and unintentionally rub it. “Fuck, right here.” You crow.

Clive can’t believe this is happening. He let you become infected with aphrodisiac pollen and now you were a mess in his arms. He has fucked up big time. 

“_____ we are almost there. Please try to control yourself.” 

You whine because you want him so badly, but you try to keep it together. Clive gets you to the boat where Obolus is. Clive tells him to go post haste and with no questions asked, Obolus sets way for the Hideaway. Clive keeps you close, knowing it isn’t helping you being so close to him but he decides he needs to keep your arms, legs, and head secure so you don’t do something you’ll regret. However, he doesn’t have enough hands to ensure nothing filthy comes out of your mouth.

Clive has your head secured against his head so you couldn’t reach his neck, but the sounds coming from your mouth are devastatingly filthy. Small whimpers and curses caressing his ear with desperation for relief. He wishes he could do something for you right at that moment, but he first needs to see what he’s dealing with.

“Clive.” You draw out. “I need you so bad.”

Oh, good gracious not now.

He avoids eye contact, knowing that will be his second mistake if he does. “What you need is to go to the infirmary so Tarja can help you.”

“But you can help me right now. Give Obolus a show.” You purr.

You are too far gone. The mere suggestion of him pleasing you in front of Obolus was absurd. From you it’s basically heresy.

“_____, that’s enough.”

“Tarja can’t help me. She can’t bend me over your desk to fuck me with a big, fat cock. You can though.” 

“I mean it, _____.”

“She can’t stretch me out like you can. Oh heavens you fucking my pussy would ruin all men for me, not that I imagine anyone else but you.”

“This is your last chance to stop. I’m not playing around. I-“ 

“You fucking me until I am begging for you to cum in me so I’m stuffed full and-“

That’s it.

Clive presses his lips to yours so your fantasies could no longer be spoken out loud. He feels your tongue wanting entry but he keeps his mouth shut. He wants to taste you to the fullest but this isn’t right. He will not take advantage of you and scar Obolus in the process.

The boat arrives at the dock and Clive quickly gets you off the boat, mouthing his apologies to Obolus for anything he had seen or heard. He rushes to the lift and as soon as the lift takes him to the main walkway, he dashed to the stairs and up to the infirmary. He bolts in and sees Tarja and Jill talking, seeing them suddenly alarmed by his presence until they take one look at you.

“Tarja I need you to give _____ something that will help her relax. I am begging.” 

Jill goes to his aid immediately, noting the immense distress, while Tarja starts rummaging through the medicine cabinets, laying out different items to concoct something for you. Jill helps him get you into a bed and you are a mess. 

“Clive I need you please!” 

“Tarja!” Clive yells. She rushes over with a small potion bottle. “Sit her up.” She instructs. He and Jill hold onto an arm each and lift you up so Tarja can force the medicine down your throat. Seconds later, you start to go limp and are layed back down.

Your mind, however, is still going haywire.

“Why isn’t it working, Tarja?” Clive calls.

“It is. It has relaxed her body to the point she won’t be able to move for a little bit.” 

You are crying now. The poisonous spores are havocking your body. “Clive!” You cried out.

Tarja turns to Clive. “Leave this to me.” 

Before Clive can interject, Jill pulls him to the other end of the room. “What happened? This is not what I meant when I said to take her out on a date.” 

Clive groaned. Jill knew how much Clive adores you. She loves to constantly tease him as if he’s a lovesick puppy. He explains what happened at Sorrowise and while he doesn’t go into detail of what you said, he is sure the evidence on his neck says it all.

Jill thinks thoughtfully and then it hits her. “Why don’t you talk to Tomes? He may have some knowledge on vampire thorns. May help us get some insight on how to heal her.”

Clive nods. “Alright. I’ll report back when I get word.” He goes to leave but not before looking at you before exiting. You are sobbing quietly as Tarja inspects you, and his heart sinks at how you look in that moment. Because you don’t look feral like before. You look defeated. And he can only look away as he leaves.

-

 “Harpocrates, what can you tell me about vampire thorns?”

“Ah those weeds. Well, they are related to the death blossom. However, they aren’t nearly as deadly due to the defense mechanisms they possess.”

“What kind of defense mechanisms?” Clive pushed.

Harpocrates put his right hand on his chin, as if he was thinking hard and long about what to say. “Well, it’s rare, but when threatened they will release spores that can be inhaled by the creature they encounter. The reason it’s so rare, however, is because they only release them when they sense the creature they’ve encountered has a compatible mate with them.”

Clive’s breathing halts. A compatible mate? How does that make any sense for defense? Harpocrates can see the pause in Clive’s demeanor and continues. “As you may know, arousal can be a cause for distraction. Heightened arousal will lead the person to put their focus on the person they are being drawn to. This lets the vampire thorn make haste away.”

Clive is in disbelief. He truly has never heard of anything of the sort in all of his time alive in the Realm. The more he thinks about it, the more he starts drawing conclusions of what needs to be done. 

And oh Great Greagor if the cure is what he thinks it is then by the flames help him.

Clive stumbles out of his thoughts and swallows the saliva slowly collecting in his mouth. “So what remedies those symptoms?”

Harpocrates smiles, sensing the tension coming off of Clive in waves as he reveals new information. “As far as the knowledge goes, the only remedy for ridding the poison is to reach sexual enlightenment and oftentimes it would need to be reached multiple times depending on intensity. It can be rid of through masturbation but according to the research I have read, the poison leaves quicker when another individual is involved, especially the one at the encounter.”

Clive sighs at the information. Of course that would be the remedy and he doesn’t know how to go about it. He wouldn’t mind taking care of you. Hell, he would enjoy every minute of it. He has had his eyes on you from the very first encounter he had with you at the old Hideaway. 

He remembers seeing you care for the new arrivals Cid had brought, ensuring that they were set up with a place to sleep, food to fill their bellies, and water to drink. Seeing you care for the people of the Hideaway and how you interact with them to ensure they can live comfortable lives made Clive’s heart shift in ways he has never felt before. 

He remembers how he felt when he heard from Gav that the old Hideaway had been torn to shreds and people slaughtered by the order of Hugo Kupka. His anger and worry knowing that man murdered innocent people, that just wanted to be free, was undeniable. However, the anger and worry he felt not knowing if you had survived or not was indescribable. 

It wasn’t until after he had gotten the procedure of removing his brand, however, that you both had talked for the first time. Clive remembers lying down in an infirmary bed, in pain from the brand removal, when you came in to put on new bandages for his wound and wipe away the sweat that kept appearing across his body. 

“Lady _____.” 

You laughed. “Sir Clive, pleased to meet your acquaintance after all this time.”

He laughed roughly, his throat dry from the lack of water he had been drinking. “My apologies. Our meeting is much overdue.”

You stayed for a long time that night. Both of you talking about your lives before everything went to shit up till now. Both laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until Clive fell asleep that you left but early the next morning you were right back to taking care of him. Even though he was in a lot of pain, he looks at those times fondly all because spending time with you was all he wanted to do back then and even now. The more he spent time with you, the deeper his feelings got and the more he craved you.

There have been many nights where he lied in bed, stroking himself to the thought of him having his way with you, imagining you looking absolutely delirious while he bounced you on his cock. He wants you so badly, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to say yes, especially now that he is leading the charge at the new Hideaway. 

But in this current situation, neither of you may have a choice if it means curing you of your ailments sooner than later.

Clive thanks Tomes for his service and heads towards the infirmary to see how you were doing. Once there, he sees Tarja dabbing your forehead. He can see how shiny your skin was from the perspiration that formed on your forehead and shoulders. As he walked closer, he saw your eyes were closed and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully in comparison to what happened earlier that afternoon. 

“Tarja, how is she?”

Tarja stands up and walks away from you. “I gave her something to sleep for the meantime. Don’t know how long it’ll last for but hopefully she will wake up with a little more clarity. What did you hear from Tomes?”

Clive sighs. “The only remedy is multiple counts of sexual release. Masturbation is an option but could take a while depending.”

“What’s the other option?” Tarja raised her brow.

Clive crosses his arms, contemplating how to go about his answer. “To have sex with someone. He said these plants release spores as a defense mechanism but only when compatible mates are together.”

Tarja’s eyes widened. “You mean… you’re going to have sex with her?”

“Only if she agrees to it. I will present her all the options. I will not do anything that she doesn’t want.”

Tarja stays silent, staring at Clive. He could see it wasn’t in a way of judgment but in a way of trying to get a read on him. She seems to get to her conclusion, which makes her smile and laugh under her breath.

“You really like her, huh? If it helps, she definitely likes you too. Maybe the both of you sleeping together is just what you both need to admit that to each other.”

Clive goes to say something but Tarja speaks before he could start. “So what should we do? I won’t be in the infirmary tonight. Rodrigue will and while I could definitely handle her, I don’t know how he would react to her or how she will react to him when she wakes up.”

Clive thinks for a moment before deciding on an idea that is either really stupid or really smart. “Let’s take her to my chambers. I have a few errands to run before the day is over. By the time I come back, hopefully she’ll be starting to wake up so I can talk with her. I’m sure she’ll be calm enough that she will think clearly of her options.”

“Alright then. Let me get her dressed and we can head on up.” Tarja stated.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be waiting outside. Call for me when you’re ready.” 

Clive leaves to let Tarja do what needs to be done. As he waits, the more he thinks. He doesn’t know what will happen tonight but all he wants is for you to be safe and to feel better. 

He will do all that it takes.

-

You slowly come to and everything feels so fuzzy. You don’t remember falling asleep during your episode of horniness. All you can remember is how devastatingly aroused you were and how much you needed to feel some sort of release. How you wanted Clive to fuck the daylights out of you.

Clive.

Remembering how you acted with him as the side effects took over your system is giving you the worst embarrassment of your life. You’ve had the biggest crush on him for years now and with this stupid ailment you’ve been given, you feel you may have fucked it up. What a tragedy . 

You look out into the distance and see nightfall has descended. You sit up to take in your surroundings when you realize where you are. You’re in Clive’s chamber.

In his bed.

You make the mistake of taking a deep breath. You can smell Clive everywhere. His scent takes over your senses, which makes your body remember the urgency it needs in finding release.

You moan at his scent. You lay back down and smell his pillow. For someone who doesn’t use his bed often, his smell is so strong and it is making the wetness that didn’t disappear from early get worse. You needed release. You needed to fucking cum.

You let your hands wander down to the gown you are wearing to pull it up past your breasts. You see your nipples are pebbled and you wish you had Clive here to suck on them. But your fingers will have to do for now. You lightly trace your nipples, making you moan at how sensitive they are. You start to pinch and tug them, imagining it was Clive’s rough fingers doing their magic. 

You could feel your eyes watering as your arousal was starting to kick back in ten fold after its long slumber. You could feel it stirring in your loins and it was painful when little pleasure was happening. Or at least the amount of pleasure you needed wasn’t enough with your hands alone.

You were getting impatient. With one hand still toying with your left breast, you let the other one travel down to your center. You graze your heat with your fingertips and feel how slick you are. You dip your fingers into your pussy and draw them out to see cum dripping from them. The sight alone makes you even more wet.

You trace your slicked fingers to your clit and you moan at first contact; the coolness of your essence making your sensitive clit feel so good. You swirl your clit as you keep playing with your breast and while it feels good and provides some relief, it’s not even close to enough. You keep at it, overwhelmed at how you can feel so close yet so far to a release all at once. In frustration, you smack your breast and immediately grip it. You wish so badly that Clive was here, taking you however he pleased. 

You keep at your clit and let your mind wander, once again imagining that Clive was here. You’ve always wanted that man. Always wanted him to one day confess that he wanted you too and that he would move Heaven and Storm for you just as you him. You wanted to be loved by him and you wanted to love him in return. But until that day happens, if ever, you will continue to support him and his endeavors as his cherished friend.

Great Greagor, I am going to be like this forever.

You continue to let your imagination run wild, letting Clive’s name slip out a few times when you get very exciting images in your brain. So lost in pleasure and desire, you don’t hear the door of the chamber open and close. You continue your ministrations as you imagine Clive taking you from behind when you feel the bed dip, and as hard as it was to get out of delirium, you open your eyes to see Clive sitting on the bed across from you.

You should feel embarrassed. You should be reaching for the covers to hide your body in shame. But those feelings were nowhere to be found, especially with the way he is looking at you; like a predator on the prowl.

“Clive, it hurts so bad.” You moan.

Clive places his hand on your cheek, grazing it as to comfort you. “I know it does, darling. How long have you been touching yourself?”

All you could do was shake your head. You really can’t recall. It has felt like hours when in reality it could have been only a few minutes. Time doesn’t feel real in this state.

Clive senses your distress. He figured masturbation wouldn’t be feasible. He was hoping you would have still been asleep so he could have been here when you woke up to talk about your options. But now, seeing you glistening in sweat, hair sticking to your face, and laying in a puddle of your own cum, he was starting to lose his composure and he knew he needed to act fast.

Clive steps back into reality and sees you are staring right at him. Tears running down your face from the utter arousal that is shooting throughout your system, making it almost unbearable. He is no telepath, but he senses you pleading to him to make you feel good; to satiate your horniness; to make you his. 

You were going to be the death of him.

“_____, would you like me to help you?”

You practically screamed. “Yes! Please fuck me and make me cum please!” 

Clive took that cue instantly as he pounced on you, taking the rest of your gown off of you before grabbing you by the head and pressing his lips to yours. He licks the seam of your lips and you invite him with your tongue, both of you toying with each other as both tongues swirl with one another. He tastes exactly as you had imagined and you are afraid you can’t get enough of it. 

Clive continues to kiss you as he works on his clothes, removing his hooded cape and all the metal work and leather that made up the upper half of his armor. The little patch of skin that shows with his uniform was a crumb in comparison to the naked skin presented to you. You want to lick the musk that is present on his skin and mark him as a reminder of tonight. Clive went to both of your hands to pin them beside your head, preventing you from playing with yourself. “No more touching yourself, darling. That’s my job now.”

You groan at the lack of contact on your pussy but you know you are about to be taken care of. Clive takes the hand that was on your pussy previously and licks your fingers clean. You couldn’t believe how erotic this all was, especially when he is sucking the cum clean off your fingers while looking at you. You normally would feel shy at a gesture such as this, but all you can feel right now is the primal urge to submit to him in any way that he pleases.

He takes your fingers from his mouth and licks his lips. “By the flames you taste divine. I need more.” 

He goes to kiss down your neck as he places himself between your legs. He gets to your chest, only teasing your nipples with a few soft licks on each one before going to your navel, kissing the soft skin presented to him. He arrives at your thighs and licks and bites them in multiple areas while lifting your hips higher so your ass is up in the air. You were going insane, especially with the teasing he is giving. 

“Clive I can’t take the teasing anymore please do something.”

Clive smirked. “As my lady wishes.”

It was like a flip switched in his brain because the second his tongue connected to your clit, he became a man starved. The grip he has on your thighs gets stronger as he eats your pussy, taking turns swirling his tongue on your clit and tongue fucking your pussy to collect the nectar gushing out of you. The sounds coming from him are verging animalistic and the vibrations from his mouth are making you see stars. Seeing how much he loves to eat your pussy is doing things for you, and you can feel yourself building up to your first orgasm of the night.

You feel him insert one of his fingers into your hole. His finger slides right in due to how wet you are. It feels good but it isn’t enough. You needed more.

“Please, please please more I can take it.”

Clive looks up at you and places a kiss on your clit. “Yeah? Are you going to take it like a good girl?”

You nodded which earned you a smack on your thigh. “Use your words.”

“Yes I’ll take it like a good girl. I’m your good girl just please I want to cum so fucking bad.” You cried. 

This sets Clive off. He has always perceived you as innocent. Not in an ignorant way, but as someone with pure spirit; like no one could taint you. He never imagined seeing this side of you. But seeing you beg for him to make you cum and referring to yourself as his good girl… oh Founder it is making his cock unbearably hard. 

He goes ahead and inserts another finger and starts slowly pumping them in and out. You are a moaning mess; chants of “yes” and praises of how good he is making you feel. It spurs him on as he pumps a little faster, adding the curl of his fingers to create a hithering motion to hit that sweet spot every time he enters you. You were on the precipice of release and Clive is aware you are about to fall.

“Cum on my fingers, _____. Make a fucking mess for me.” 

The words trigger your release instantly and the moment your legs start to close, Clive keeps them open with his free arm and goes to suck on your clit as you cum. Your hands shoot for his hair as he rides your orgasm and it is too much and not enough all at once. You are a babbling mess and Clive can’t get enough of it. He continues to finger fuck you and suck on your clit causing another orgasm to build back up quickly. “Fuck I’m going to cum again.” You wailed and it washes over you like the biggest tidal wave. You squeeze your eyes shut at the intensity and feel yourself gushing over his fingers as he rides your orgasm out. 

You feel post-orgasmic bliss for a split second before you start to feel aroused again and it doesn’t help that Clive is looking upon you like an absolute incubus. Clive with his lips swollen and wet, face glistening with your arousal, hair disheveled from your hands, and the look of exhilaration he was giving you. He is a wet dream. Your wet dream.

He crawls back over you and places both arms beside your head. He places a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling away. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

His voice sounds more rough after eating your pussy and you whine. Clive laughs. “Ah, it looks like someone needs to cum again.” He gets off the bed and starts to remove his pants. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll get to cum again. Only this time it’s going to be on my cock.”

He gets his pants and undergarment down and at the first sight of his cock your mouth waters. You knew he’d be big; he’s an Eikon of Fire after all. But your imagination couldn’t have prepared you for how well endowed he is. 

And you can’t wait for him to fuck you silly with it.

He gets in between your legs, parting them wide so he can see the full picture. “Fuck” he thinks. You are the most beautiful creature to walk this star. And he gets to have you looking debauched and longing underneath him. How did he get so lucky?

He assumes the position, taking his cock and rubbing the head up and down your folds. He taps it on your clit a few times, making you jolt before giggling at how good it feels. He places the tip of his cock against your entrance, and before sliding in takes his left hand to grip your chin. 

“I want you to look at me when I enter you for the first time. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod profusely and he pushes right in, your cum providing easy access. He looks at your face as he enters and oh stars above he couldn’t ask for a better sight. Your mouth agape and your eyes slightly crossing. He settles all the way in, and comes down to meet you in a kiss. You understand what he means when he says you taste divine as you get the remnants from his tongue. His mouth is gentle against yours, and the pace he sets with his cock is languid and slow. It is nowhere to the intensity you need him to be, but Founder you feel so wanted. You could die happy with the way he is cherishing you. You wrap your legs around his waist and place your arms around his neck as he continues his slow strokes, embracing him in his entirety. He moves his head to your jawline, placing soft kisses up towards your ear. “Do you know how long I have wanted you? How much I crave you?” 

Clive nips your ear lobe, causing a gasp to escape your mouth. “You have no idea of the things you do to me, and now I’m going to show you.”

He continues his assault on your neck and picks up his pace, pistoning his cock into your tight heat. The atmosphere of this moment is riling you up with the sound of his balls hitting your backside, the grunts escaping his mouth every time he enters you, and the way he is gripping onto you for dear life. It is starting to send you into a spiral of hysteria. 

Clive moves down to your chest as he keeps fucking you and takes your right nipple into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud as a hand grips the other. Your nipples are pebbled to the fullest extent, and with every pinch, pull, and suck your body reacts with a thrash. You are reeling up for your next orgasm and you are so ready .

“Fuck Clive I love you sucking on my breasts.” You whine feeling yourself on the edge.

You feel Clive smirk into your chest and lets go of your nipple with a pop. He looks at you dead in the eyes, ready to take everything you can give him. “Yeah? Did me sucking your sensitive, little breasts make you feel good?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes oh Clive yes!”

He moves to hover over your head as he pounds into your pussy, reaching a hand down to play with your clit. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch your face when you cum on my cock.”

You are spiraling at his words. You clench hard on his cock as you cum, gasping and digging your nails into his shoulders. Clive feels himself getting close with the way you are milking his cock and the way you look drunk off the orgasm he is granting you. 

But he isn’t finished yet. 

He pulls out, causing a whine to leave your lips at how empty you felt. He flips the both of you over so you are on top, but then manhandles you so your back is against his chest. He pulls one of your legs up by your thigh and takes his other hand to guide his cock into your slick heat. His breath is heavy on your neck as he brings your other leg up, making it so both of your thighs are pressed into your body and completely exposed. Being in such a compromising position only spurs on your arousal and you feel your pussy clench on Clive’s cock.

Clive groaned at the feeling. He planted his feet into the bed and started rocking his hips up into you at an intense pace. Messy, wet noises surrounded the room as his cock pushed the cum that you have been producing out of your tight pussy. You were in heaven .

You feel Clive’s breath graze your ear as he continues to pound into you, whispering sweet encouragement that makes your heart swell with the love and adoration you have held for this man for years and your pussy continues to drip as he pushes you towards your descent into sexual madness.

“You are so good, sweetheart. You are taking my cock so well like you were made for it.” He lets go of one of your thighs to take a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back so you were looking at each other. “You were made for my cock, _____. And I will make you take it over and over until my last breath. You are mine.”

Clive kisses you with everything he has, letting his tongue dive into your mouth to continue the dominance he has asserted over you in your quest to sexual fulfillment from the poison. You place your hands under your thighs with one of them intertwining with the hand he still has placed there. You knew this was going to be the most intense orgasm of the night, and you knew Clive was right there with you. 

“I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Cum with me please.” Clive begs and you nod. You clench down on him as hard as you can and you start to cum. The oversensitivity in your body causes you to thrash in his arms and moan like an absolute mad woman. “Fuck!” Clive curses as he goes over the edge with you, going as fast as he can as the both of you ride it out. 

He sounds so hot when he cums you thought. 

He slows down his thrusts and sits up slightly, wanting to see his cum come out of your pussy when he pulls out. He wants you to watch too so he takes your head and pushes it down slightly so you can see where the both of you are connected. He takes both hands to lift you off his cock, and a mix of both yours and his cum flows out onto his stomach. Clive laughs into your neck. “Fuck what a wonderful sight. You took my cum so well.”

You nod and shift so you can kiss him again. You no longer feel insatiable but relaxed. The arousal that once plagued your body officially fucked out of your system. Clive moves you back onto the bed and lays down beside you so you both are facing one another. He rubs your back and cups your face as you let your eyes drift closed, enjoying the peace you are now feeling.

“How are you feeling?” Clive murmurs.

You smile keeping your eyes closed. “Relaxed. Relieved. I feel so at peace.” You bring a hand to his face. “Thank you, Clive. I’m sorry for dragging you down with me.”

Clive frowns slightly. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You sigh. “If I had moved faster, we wouldn’t be in this position. You wouldn’t have felt the need to have sex with me. Our relationship would be as it was before. To be honest, I’m scared of what will happen once I leave this room.”

Clive shakes his head and pulls you to his chest, holding your head close to his heart. “I mean what I said, even in the haze of everything. I don’t want what we had before. I want what is to come.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

He pulls your face towards his. “Believe me when I say this isn’t how I would have gone about sharing my heart to you. There are many ways I wanted to express my feelings towards you, and I apologize that it is here now. But _____, my heart has belonged to you from the first moment I saw you. I don’t want what we had before. I need what we have now, but only if you will have me because I love you.”

You laugh and bury your face back into his chest, your whole body vibrating from the excitement you are feeling. He loves me back. “I love you too.” You whisper into his chest.

Clive pulls you away and looks at you. “Say it again, darling. Please.”

You giggle and bring your hands to cup his face. “I love you. You have my heart for all days.”

You bring Clive down to kiss you and he groans into your mouth. You find him back on top of you, straddling you as you both express the love you have for each other. You pull away and sigh happily. “Sorry for the mess, by the way. Shall we get cleaned up?”

Clive smirks. “I don’t know. I still have to punish you.”

Your eyes widen. “What? Why? I thought I was a good girl.”

“You were, but you weren’t earlier when you made me hard with your filthy words and behavior.” His hand trailed down to your back side. “I ought to give you a good spanking for what you pulled earlier. Maybe then you’ll learn that bad girls get punished. So no, I am not through with you yet.”

“The night has only just begun.”

[nian-7]

Hello good morning / good night! could i request a Hc of Genshin women's reaction to receiving flowers from their s/o ? (if possible Fem!reader please). I already thank you in advance :) , feel free to delete !

hi! this sounds cute, please enjoy

Various Genshin Women x reader

✧their reaction to receiving flowers

✧fluff, genshin male ver

She's surprised to say the least. It wasn't something that she was expecting to see when she arrives home. She's very thankful that you thought of her and bought her some beautiful flowers! She accepts them gratefully and will put them as the center piece on a table.

-Eula, Jean, Ningguang, Kokomi, Yun Jin, Ayaka, Nilou

She's happy! She loves the flowers you picked out and will cherish them for as long as she can. She takes extremely well care of them and is disappointed when she has to get rid of them because they've hit the end of their life span. She absolutely loves them and will put them on display and mention how you had gotten them for her.

-Collei, Yoimiya, Beidou, Hu Tao, Xinyan, Amber

The poor girl is a little flustered that you had gotten her a gift! Why didn't you tell her before? She would have gotten you something as well! She really does like them though and will always think of you whenever she sees those flowers now! Not that she wasn't thinking of you before, of course.

-Sucrose, Ganyu, Ayaka, Kuki, Layla

I mean, of course you got her a gift. Why wouldn't you? Whether this be her thought process to protect her own ego, to hide the butterflies inside her, or even just to poke fun at you before thanking you for them, she really does like the gift! No matter what type of flower it is, she thinks it was very thoughtful of you to get her a gift while you were out!

-Yae, Lisa, Mona, Fischl, Faruzan, Hu Tao, Yelan

She has a neutral expression for the most part. You can't tell if she doesn't like it or if she isn't sure how to react. At this point, you might as well ask but, before you can she thanks you. A small smile appears on her face (possibly accompanied by a small blush forming on her cheeks) as she looks at you.

-Rosaria, Shenhe, Ei, Sara, Kuki

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[drabblesandimagines]

Jealous

Clive Rosfield x fem reader Early-to-mid FF16 spoilers, based on this request.

Clive is in a foul mood - a scowl firmly in place as he strides around the Hideaway, pretending to have purpose.

He should be elated, overjoyed, ecstatic even - finally reunited with his beloved younger brother after years of chasing his shadows, always a step or two behind his trail.

And he is, in a way, happy to see him…

..but not so much with you.

The Fire Dominant had been looking forward to the two of you meeting – two important people in his life coming face to face. He’d spent the trip back to the hideaway telling Joshua about the characters within, speaking of you more often than the others, regaling his younger brother with stories of your skill, bravery, compassion, wit.

Clive didn’t know what to call the relationship between the two of you, if there was a word even for it. There was always some pressing matter that had stopped you progressing to courtship, something holding the two stagnant. Touches were often, flirtatious sometimes, but never progressing further than firm grips on each other’s shoulders in reassurance, or hands clasped in momentary comfort. There had been an almost kiss, he thought, after a tumble in the Royal Meadows. A misstep had sent you falling and in his panic to try and catch you Clive had ended up falling too, cushioning your fall. You were leant over him, breathing slightly heavy from shock, faces inches apart and he’d thought if he lifted his head, he could kiss your lips…

Until Torgal had come bounding in, giving his master a lick on the face.

Joshua, however, had waltzed in and easily done what Clive had never had the courage to do. Upon introduction, the Phoenix had dropped down to one knee, taken your outstretched hand in way of greeting and pressed a soft kiss against the back of it, all whilst maintaining eye contact.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady.”

Clive had never seen you look so flustered, causing his stomach to tighten in knots. Why couldn’t he be the one making your cheeks flush?

Joshua gets back to his feet, his hand holding yours all the while before he lets go – it feels an eternity to Clive. But, then again, why shouldn’t you be charmed by the Phoenix? Everyone else had always been. The golden-haired, blue-eyed boy had been adored by the people of Rosaria, the pride and joy of his mother’s eye. Joshua always had a natural charm about him.

He’s happy Joshua’s alive and here. He reassures himself of the thought over and over, as if the Gods might overhear and punish him somehow. The weighty guilt has alleviated from his shoulders after all those years, but now, too soon, a new worry is ready to take hold.

What if you liked Joshua? What if he liked you?

“It is nice to put a face to a name. My dear brother could hardly speak of none other on our journey.”

“Oh. All good things, I hope.” You smile at Clive, but he doesn’t notice with his stare fixed firmly on Joshua.

“Why, of course, my lady.” Joshua grins, boyishly. “I wouldn’t have permitted otherwise.”

--

Clive doesn’t know how to handle the jealously building within. From that first meeting, it doesn’t seem like a day goes by without him finding the two of you in each other’s company, in various places across the hideaway. He’s come across you in the shelves for hours, visiting the chocobos on the upper deck, admiring the flowers down in the backyard. You’d even been in the infirmary with him on a number of occasions as Tarja insisted on regular check-ups.

Clive knows he’s letting his temper getting the better of him, that it’s dangerous because Ifrit tenses beneath his skin. He’s been storming about the Hideaway all morning, despite having no errands to do. Everyone seems to have picked up on his mood, withholding their requests in fear of being snapped at.

Everyone except you, apparently.

“Clive! There you are.” You appear at his side, your hand grabbing his arm. He hates how you can make him feel like Ramuh’s channeling through his veins with your electric touches.

“Sorry, can’t stop.” He grunts in response, trying to shrug you off. He doesn’t want to lose his temper at you.

“That’s okay,” you say, cheerily. “I can walk and talk.”

He stops then, meeting your gaze. “Why don’t you talk to Joshua?”

“Sorry?” The confusion in your voice is apparent, and he knows that should be his cue to stop, but he can’t.

“You seem to do nothing else but these days…” The words flow out of him like lava, they burn his throat but he can’t stop now the dam has burst. “..to the detriment of your duties.”

“Detriment?” The confusion is gone, defensiveness taking hold in the place of hurt. “Do forgive me, I wasn’t aware the quality of my work was being questioned.”

“Well, it is. Have you forgotten what we’re fighting for? Every day we delay, another Bearer dies whilst you…” He swallows. “Whilst you flirt.”

Jealousy has coated his tongue and poisoned his words.

“Flirt? I…” You swallow your sentence down, not wanting to entertain this further.

“Allow me to rectify my shortcomings posthaste, my lord.” Your voice is tight, hands clenched, heart breaking. You steady your breath and spin on your heels, heading towards the mess.

The jealous monster in Clive’s stomach settles for a moment of clarity, his stomach sinking at the realization of what he’s done, what he’s accused you. He strides after you, reaching out a hand to apologise, your name on the tip of his tongue to be called out to beg forgiveness. But, at that same moment, he sees Joshua interrupting your ascent up the staircase, taking note of your sour expression. The Phoenix places his hand on your shoulder in concern, and the jealous monster rages once more.

--

Later that afternoon, Clive has sequestered himself in his chambers, dealing with a pile of missives that he has allowed to build up over the past few days. The task is doing nothing to alleviate his sour mood after that awful interaction with you earlier. A number of them are thank you notes for the hideaway’s assistance in matters and more than a few mention you specifically by name, all dated on instances you’d stepped in in his absence.

And he’d accused you of neglecting your duties, of all things. He rubs his temples in exasperation. What has he done?

There’s a knock at the door.

“What?” He barks, hoping the tone of voice might deter them.

The door opens. “Brother.”

He looks up to see Joshua shutting the door behind him as he enters, a charming smile on his face as usual.

“You should be resting.” Clive chides, looking back down at the missives.

“I am fine.” Joshua folds his arms. “I am, however, concerned about you.”

“Don’t be.”

Joshua hums in interest. “You seem almost irritated by my presence of late.”

“You’re mistaken.”

“I do not believe I am.” A pause. “And I speculate it is to do with my interactions with a certain maiden.”

“No.” He jabs the quill into the ink bottle with a little too much gusto. “I’m happy for the two of you.”

“Happy?” Joshua sounds confused.

“The two of you have grown very close. You’ve been spending a lot of time together - I’d be blind not to notice.”

Joshua laughs – a chuckle from deep within his chest - and Clive’s grip tightens on the quill. “Forgive me, brother. Do you think I am pursuing a courtship?”

“What you are pursuing is none of my concern.”

“I believe there has been a misunderstanding. Yes, we have been spending a fair amount of time together, but not for the reason you seem to so firmly believe. You see..” he uncrosses his arms and places his palms flat on the desk, leaning forward. “..I wanted to find out more about the woman who had so clearly stolen my dear brother’s heart.”

“What?” He looks up and Joshua has the audacity to look amused.

“We were talking about you. I had the impression you sought my approval with your tales of her. I must’ve misunderstood your intentions.”

“I… have been a fool.”

“Mayhaps.” Joshua steps back, folding his arms once more. “But she finds you endearing, or so I’ve gathered.”

“My apologies, Joshua. I don’t know what drove me to this madness.”

“I do.” He smiles. “You’re in love with her, brother. You were jealous.”

“I must apologise…” He gets to his feet with such force the chair almost goes toppling to the ground.

“Ah, she’s not here. A stolas arrived from Martha, I believe. Trouble with bandits – she took the skiff out shortly after.”

“Alone?”

“Otto suggested she wait, but she seemed determined to handle it.”

“I must go.” He makes to move past Joshua before he pauses, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Forgive me, brother.”

“Forgiven.” Joshua nods. “Go.”

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Clive heart pounds as he ascends the steps to Sleeping Chocobo, pushing the double doors open. It is busy this evening, the townsfolk preferring the warm atmosphere of the inn than their homes. He’ll speak to Martha, he thinks, see where you went, beg forgiveness so that maybe he can meet his eyes again without feeling awful.

“That was quick,” Martha greets to Clive’s confusion as he approaches the bar. “I barely sent that stolas.”

“Sorry, what stolas?”

His heart stops as he hears the combination of your name and injured in the same sentence.

“Now before you panic, she’s all right. The Bloodaxe miscounted – said it was only three bandits but it turned out to be five, otherwise I would’ve never sent her out on her own. We’ve patched her up and fed her, but she seemed upset about something. I didn’t feel right letting her traipse off in the night like that, so I sent a stolas asking if someone could accompany her back. She’s upstairs at the moment - room two.”

“Thank you, Martha.” He turns to head towards the stairs when the sliding of a key across the bar stops him.

“I might’ve locked her in. I thought it might be morning before someone could reach here and she was so determined to leave.”

“Ah.” Clive nods, taking the key. “I understand. Thank you.”

He walks past the patrons and climbs the stairs towards the rooms. His heart is pounding, what does one even say in this situation? He finds room two and slides the key into the lock, twisting it and opening the door.

“Finally! Martha, you must agree this is ridiculous…” You stop as you see Clive enter the room, looking apologetically awkward. He shuts the door behind him, blocking it with his frame. You’re not sure if it’s deliberate.

“I’m not neglecting my duties.” You protest, standing up from the bed in defiance. “Martha locked me in. I could’ve kicked the door in, but I thought Otto would’ve given me an earful if he saw it on the expenses.”

He hasn’t taken in anything you’ve said, too concerned by your appearance.

“You’re hurt.” There’s a bruise blooming on your cheek, a bandage wrapped around your forearm - the guilt in his stomach is as if he had inflicted the wounds upon you himself.

“I’m fine. They told me it was three bandits – I clocked the fourth but the fifth snuck up on me.”

“Where are they now?” His fist clenches – the idea of anyone laying their hands upon you with malicious intent…

“Dead. I had no choice.” You cross your arms in defence. “Why are you here - come to check on my conduct?”

To your surprise, he drops down to his knee, bowing his head, as a knight does when they swear fealty. “I came here to apologise. What I said was not only untrue but entirely uncalled for. I can only beg for your forgiveness.”

“There’s no need for that, I’m not your Lord Commander.”

“You should be.” Clive looks up. “The missives recently speak of the exemplary nature of your work and conduct.”

“Tell me - what is this truly about, Clive?”

“It’s immature.” He doesn’t want to say it, but he knows he must be truthful now. “You and Joshua always seemed to be in one another’s company of late.”

“That’s true – I’m afraid I’ve been rather taken with his stories of your younger years together, but I don’t understand the connection.”

“I… I was jealous. You seemed rather taken by his greeting.”

“Greeting?” You look puzzled for a moment, before it clicks. “It… That had just never happened to me before. No-one ever greets a Bearer in such a way.”

“Allow me to rectify.” He takes your hand without thought, bringing his lips to the back of it in a kiss, staring at you with those deep blue eyes. Your face burns. “Can you ever forgive me, my lady?”

“You said you were jealous.”

“I did.”

“Jealous that perhaps me and Joshua were… something more?” He’s still holding your hand.

He takes a breath to steady his nerves. “Yes.”

“All right. I’ll forgive you - on one condition.”

“Name it and it is yours.”

You pull him up back to his feet. “Kiss me.”

Clive does not need told twice. It’s a fierce kiss – his arms wrap around your waist as he lifts you up slightly to meet his lips in a crushing embrace, you tangle your hands in his scruffy hair, trying to pull him closer. It’s clumsy and frantic, allowing your emotions to be carried away at long last.

Clive steps back, his calves colliding into the edge of the bed and he pulls you down, you straddling him between your thighs as you break the kiss on the impact.

You look down at him, catching your breath as he looks up at you with a handsome grin.

“I believe Martha’s intention was for me to have this room for the night, my lord.”

“Then, my lady,” he laces his fingers inbetween yours, bringing it up to his mouth and placing another soft kiss across your knuckles, “let us take advantage.”

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