#wuthering waves mortefi x reader

[empty-fantasies]

Burning

Love involving Mortefi is like a flickering flame; fueled by blazing passion and embraced by gentle affection

Character(s) Included: Mortefi

gn!reader, fluff, mindless ramblings from eden once again

It takes an attentive and mindful approach to endure the fiery passion known as Mortefi’s love.

Treading carefully at the beginning of the flaming romance, as if one wrong move would create a gust of wind and take out the flame you had oh-so-painstakingly pined after for so long. It was no easy feat to come to terms with your ever growing love for the Head of the Tacetite Weaponry Branch. Nor was it any less difficult to accept the possibility of rejection should you carelessly smother that fire by beating around the bush about your sudden awkwardness the manifested upon realization.

Patience was required when the meter approaches its limits and manifests in frequent groans of frustration and a near permanent frown. The flame, as you have learned, can easily burn you if you’re not careful with your own words. He’s a straightforward man, after all. Which was evident in his rather blunt way of confessing to you that eventful day and something that had always seemingly caught you off guard in unsuspecting moments. Would you complain about this? Not at all, contrary to your playful complaints that your heart was far too fragile for such (Mortefi would rather admit to defeat against Xiangli Yao before ever confessing openly around others that he simply adored your varied reactions).

Love, in the way that Mortefi expresses it, was all consuming. There was no lack of effort on his part. A point was made for each planned date and every little moment of exploration that no words were needed to express the everlasting devotion he had for you and only you. Determination to perfect everything despite your constant reassurances that occasional mishaps and derailed plans (due to a certain someone’s habit of sacrificing his sleep every now and then) happen. It engulfed your entire being; heart, mind, and soul. Overwhelming as it may sound, you welcomed it fully and returned just as much by fanning the flames, having quickly become accustomed to the heat long before you even realized it yourself. Much to your surprise, you too have also found yourself adopting new habits just to show as much appreciation and effort as he does.

As consuming as it is, Mortefi does have an uncharacteristic gentleness that many are not privy to picking up by mere observation alone. A comforting warmth, one that reminded you of serenity found in a cup of tea on a winter night spent in bed. You wouldn’t deny that you were a bit selfish in wanting to keep this warmth to yourself at first—desiring nothing more than to bask in the fact of knowing that only you were able to experience such without limits.

Sweet-tempered fingers would dance across your skin, taking hold of your hand in silent moments when either of you are finishing up reports. Tenderhearted words responding to your curious questions about the classical music to echoes softly every now and then. A rare pink hue dancing across his cheeks the moment any small praise falls from your lips. As the fervent flames roar of adoration, they also invoke a sense of comfort shared just between the two of you. There were no walls other than the ones that shielded this flame of love from gusty winds of doubt and weariness. To bask in such has made you realize that perhaps that selfish desire for keeping it to yourself was a wish instead to keep this flame alive—to endure all this is to come in the future.

Mortefi’s love is an ardent flame; ever-consuming in the way that he has to make it known where his heart resides. Yet, it is also a soothing warmth marked by the solace found in butterfly kisses and gentle gazes. To you, the ever curious lover of his, the heat is gladly welcomed each and every single time.

[musings-ofthe-unamused]

To Give Up Isn't To Fail (Mortefi x Reader)

A/N: God, I love him so much. I wanted this one to be a bit serious but still sweet!

Warnings: Very mild angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Ask Box: Open

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You weren't the best scientist. You were still a student at the Academy (and have been for longer than what was normal), you were messy, and you could never keep track of the tasks you were given. It was a wonder why you hadn't flunked out or just quit. But you knew you had your reasons. Or, in this case, reason.

Mortefi was standing over you, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sighed. You had dropped a thick file filled with an important report and now the papers were scattered all over the floor. It was an accident, but you always had accidents. You kept your gaze down to hide the blush on your cheeks. That look of disappointment had always had your heart pounding. Soft classical music played in the background as you struggled to get all the papers together.

It wasn't your intention to fall in love with him. He was everything you're not; smart, organized, and perfect. You first met him when your professor deemed it necessary to have you work under someone to try and fix you. Mortefi was the obvious candidate. While strict, he was passionate about science. In theory, he would help you, the struggling student. And you found yourself falling in love instead of becoming a good student and scientist. You were a hopeless case.

"I'm so sorry." You mumbled, finally standing up. You held the stack close to your chest. "I'll organize these immediately."

"It's late. You should go home."

You shook your head. "I won't go home until you do."

He sighed and slowly lowered his hand. He didn't say a word and only walked over to you, patting your head, before going to sit at the table and fiddle with whatever he was currently working on. The flush on your face grew hotter. You were so in love with him. With a shaky sigh, you quickly sat next to him. You set down the papers and began to organize them.

As the night went on, you kept glancing over what he was working on. It looked to be something similar to a children's toy. That was something he always did. Even if he was bogged down with other jobs, he always made sure to fulfill any request a kid gave him. Just another reason you loved him so much.

"What are you making this time?" You asked softly. 

"Some child requested a toy that… Well, you'll see. I need you to test it out."

You felt your face flush again. "Me? Are you sure?"

He snorted and rolled his eyes. "You're the only one here, aren't you? Don't worry. It's sturdy, so even you can't break it."

You laughed softly. Mortefi's tone was light, almost tired. The music flowed softly between the two of you as he finished his tinkering. He slid the box towards you. You picked it up and inspected it. It was made of metal, iridescent and cold. Your fingers traveled over it until you pressed a button on the back. The lid popped up. All of a sudden, the room lit up with a projection of the night sky. You gasped in surprise.

"It's… It's beautiful!"

"This particular child is afraid of the dark. He said that he wanted something to comfort him at night." Mortefi reached over. His hand brushed against yours as he reached over, pressing another button inside of the box. "And it comes with music."

You couldn't help but gasp again. "Mortefi, this is amazing. You're so… gifted. I'm jealous."

"Are you?"

It caught you off guard. Mortefi had never questioned you or your intentions before. He just accepted you and put you to work. His hand covered yours as he pushed the box down to the table. He scooted closer to you. Now your heart was really starting to work in overtime. Mortefi had never acted like this before. What was happening?

He spoke your name with care and quietly. "You do not need to force yourself. I have seen you work. You're always flustered, always looking lost. It's almost every day that I find you making mistakes and growing frustrated with yourself. Why are you here?"

"Why am I… here?"

"Yes."

You blinked in surprise. "Isn't it obvious? It's because I want to be a scientist. Even if I'm not good at what I do, I'm working hard so I'll get better."

"But you can't process the information, can you?" Mortefi asked. His voice was still gentle.

"I mean, I may not be as smart as you or the others, but I'm trying. It's not like I'm getting better at a rapid pace, but I am getting better. Right? I'm working hard and that's all that should matter. Even if I keep failing."

A sigh left Mortefi's lips. He reached up and brushed your cheek with his thumb. You didn't even realize that you were crying. Yes, you were stressed about your current academic status. Has it really been weighing on you this much? Or was it the fact that the man you loved pointed out all your flaws? It's not like people weren't aware of you and your lack of being able to do anything right. So… why did it hurt so much?

You tried to turn your head away. Mortefi wouldn't have it. He stood from his chair and stepped closer to you. His arms wrapped around you and he pressed your head against his chest. The movement felt awkward, as if he wasn't used to doing this. You could feel the heat of his skin and the coolness of his scales. A shuddering breath left you as you continued to cry against his chest.

"It's okay. You don't have to keep doing this to yourself, you know. I see you work so hard and it hurts seeing you always so distraught."

"But I don't want to disappoint-"

"Shush." He hummed, his hand running over your hair. "You won't be disappointing anyone. All you're doing right now is dragging yourself down. Take a long break. Think about what you want. And then decide how to live your life. For yourself."

You whimpered and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I've already gotten used to being around you every day. I don't want to leave."

He chuckled and pulled back slightly. His eyes bore into yours. "Don't be like that. You can still come by. Or, if you want me to, I can come see you when I have time."

There was an odd feeling in your chest. Almost a sense of relief. It felt comforting to hear from Mortefi that it was okay. It was okay to feel like this and it was okay to take a break. You sniffled and blinked back the rest of your tears. Mortefi reached up and cupped your face. His cheeks were a light pink. That was new.

"D-Did you know!" You suddenly blurted out. "That to destress, I like to bake?"

Mortefi's eyes widened. "Really? And why have you never told me?!"

"Ah. I… I never thought I was good enough to share with anyone."

"Well, I'll be the judge of that."

His grip on your cheeks grew firmer. You couldn't help yourself and nuzzled against your touch. The love you felt for Mortefi seemed to have deepened. It no longer felt like infatuation. Now, it felt deeper. To love someone you could rely on and who cares for you. It felt real. And you knew one day you would confess. But now wasn't the time.

"Do you feel better?" 

"A little." You mumbled.

"Good." He pulled his hands back and cleared his throat, sitting back down. The blush on his cheeks grew darker. "Go home. You need to rest after all that crying."

"Yes, Mortefi."

"Have a good night."

In your dreams, the night would have ended with you kissing him. Life isn't like your dreams. But maybe, you could make it that way. You left the building with a warm feeling in your chest. You may have given up something you were a part of for so long. But that didn't mean you had to give up on the other parts of your life. Love was something you could never give up.

[starrydragoness]

Warning: NSFW content ahead. Minors do no interact

Your dragon lover going into heat unexpectedly results in your on your back, pressed deeply into the mattress as your lover pounds into you from above. His clawed fingers hold the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs higher up to uour chest until he has you so spread out and vulnerable, forcing pretty mewls and cries from your kiss bruised lips. By the third round you're already so fucked out and sensitive, choked and broken cries soft like honey in his ears, tempting him to swallow you whole. And perhaps it will. But for now, for a short while, he'll collapse on top of you, his throat rumbling with a purr as he nuzzles and licks and kisses up your neck, soothing your raging heartbeat. His cock remains plugged within you, keeping all his load inside, not letting a single drop go to waste.

Characters: ZHONGLI, Neuvillette, Jiyan + any of your faves that fit here.

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[n0tamused]

Your dragon lover who comes home to you after a long time spent apart and goes to immediately hug you from behind, his arms locking you in his loving embrace and you can feel his heartbeat against your back. He is nosing at the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent that lingers with the smell of spices and herbs from the meal you're preparing. He loves you so much, and he tells you so. Not only through words but the way he holds you as if you're the sole provider of oxygen. The way his teeth lightly nip at your supple skin, leaving behind little faint marks of his love, all over your shoulders and on your nape. He is pawing at your hips, begging you to just come to the couch, to bed, hold him or let him hold you, just allow him the time to be close to you. Allow him the time to show the parts of his love that his words fail to describe. And when you give in you find yourself below him, his head on your chest listening to the drumming of your heart that he couldn't directly kiss. Your fingers are combined through his hair, creating separations in his locks before messing it up gently once more and starting over. His low, quiet sounds of pleasure tell you all you need to know about how he's enjoying this, low and soft grumbles urging you to keep going. Any more of this and he'll start purring on your chest like an oversized cat, but neither of you would mind. Not when he's holding you like his most precious treasure, wrapped around you like a rope, and not when you hold him so tenderly.

Characters: Zhongli, Neuvillette, Jiyan, Mortefi + any of your faves as dragons

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[vividraft]

physical contact head cannons ! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

⇢ ˗ˏˋ characters: Yinlin, Rover (female), Jinhsi, Calcharo, Aalto, Rover (male), Jiyan, Mortefi

⇢ ˗ˏˋ readers gender not specified !

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important note: Mortefi might be a little ooc, I forced myself to write for him for you guys... also none of my posts are proofread or anything the like

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: thank you for all the likes and reblogs on the previous post! I really didn't expect that much support on my first post ever!

masterlist

Yinlin: 

In all honesty, Yinlin is not that big of a cuddling person

Sure she hugs you, but she is more the kind of person to have you lay your head down on her lap, or the other way around

also big on holding hands

like very big on holding hands

will drag you around anywhere, holding your hand clinging onto it like her life depends on it

also forehead kisses omll

kiss here kiss there kiss on top of your head

if she is taller than you, os that she has to bend down to give you a kiss on the lips, she will make you ask for one

she just likes to hear that you like her kisses okay

Rover (female):

she plays with your hair

anywhere and everywhere there is a hand in your hair

or head pats SHE IS HUGE ON HEAD PATS

she is kind of really protective of you, so hand holding as well to make sure you don’t get lost

when you guys are sitting down somewhere she always has her head on your shoulder

she crawls your back. Yes she does, let me dream. 

imagine you and her sitting somewhere in Jinzhou at night, her head on your shoulder and a hand traveling (rovering) over your back AAA

she is attached to you, because she loves you, and she is scared of ending up alone so how bout y’all glue each other together

Jinhsi: 

let’s face it, she doesn’t know how to initiate any physical contact

and she is scared of making you uncomfortable

except for, once again, holding hands

she loves to hold your hand as a reminder that you’re still there

but other than that you’re going to have to initiate the physical contact

don’t get me wrong, she definitely wants to hug your or so, but she is just kind of scared

she very clearly remembers the first time you hugged her from behind, and ever since, she started doing it too

very rarely has a chance to relax, so cuddling is going to be an utterly rare occasion

you guys basically live off of kisses on the cheeks from each other

Calcharo: 

does NOT hug you. or touch you. 

I am not kidding at the start of your relationship it’s like he’s allergic to you (omg guys should I write an enemies to lovers calcharo fic??)

you have to start all the physical contact in your relationship

when you at first hug him, he is STIFF AS A BOARD. 

he does not move away, and does not say anything. Just stands there like he was frozen

also your first kiss with him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you were contemplating if you should do it at all, but you just ended up giving him a kiss on the cheek

he did start blushing, and he couldn’t even look at you. He also didn’t say anything. No reaction whatsoever and you even thought he was mad at you

until he gave you a kiss on the cheek as well and that was basically the beginning of physical touch being normalized for you two

Aalto: 

IS IN FACT GLUED TO YOU

does not let go of you, unless he absolutely has to 

always has like an arm around your waist

also absolutely, 100%, definitely, shows you off

you’re his most prized possession, what can I say? 

he definitely give you piggy back rides. He started doing it with encore, and now he is giving them to you as well

he has this random habit of placing his hand on your back, when he wants to keep moving 

he probably cannot sit still, UNLESS, you fall asleep in his arms or so

bro turns into a statue, and you have the best sleep of your entire life

Rover (male): 

not as protective as female rover, but still always has an eye on you

both of them hold your hand, argue with the wall

also likes to put his hand around you, and on your shoulder

can I please say that he definitely hugs you a lot 

like A LOT

also the moment you show signs of being even slightly exhausted from anything, he hoists you up into his arms and you’re being carried

and you can’t even talk him out of it

does it count as affectionate physical contact if he gives you boosts, so that you don’t have to climb as much? 

the princess treatment is unreal

Jiyan: 

he is always on the go, there is barely any time for physical contact

kisses on the lips are mandatory and there is no way around them

not like anybody would want to skip a kiss on the lips from Jiyan

if you guys are sleeping in one bed together, he is clinging to you

like you’re a teddybear

I’m so serious when I tell you that you cannot get out of his grip when he is cuddling with you

also carries you bridal style, whenever he is given the chance

HUGS FROM BEHIND AND KISSES ON THE BACK OF YOUR KNECK

also he buries his face in the crook of you neck

Mortefi: 

also does not touch you

almost kind of refuses to

the first time that you give him a hug, he is literally APPALLED. 

like who dares to enter my personal space??? (everyone who is in a two meter distance of him enters his personal space apparently) 

he brushes that hug off and pretends it doesn’t happen

until he starts thinking about that hug. A lot. 

and then one day when you hug him again, he even pats you (kind of awkwardly) on the back! 

but it’s not like he would ever ask for a hug from you… or a kiss…

until he does.

[aventurineswife]

Reader is the secret santa for Mortefi, Kaveh, Aventurine, Sunday, Ratio

-Smooch Anon 💋

Secret Gift for Special Someone!

Tags: Mortefi x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Fluff, Reader is their Secret Santa, Gift-giving, Romance(?), Sincere gestures, Thoughtful gifts, Lighthearted moments.

As Mortefi’s secret Santa, you understand that he is a man of precision and order. He values elegance in everything, even the smallest gestures. Knowing that he has an obsession with cleanliness and fine detail, you decide to go for something both practical and refined—a handcrafted, perfectly polished leather journal, with fine gold detailing on the edges, and a beautiful pen set made of rare wood and precious metal.

You know that Mortefi can be irritable when it comes to anything imperfect, but you manage to wrap the gift with exceptional care—his eyes will undoubtedly appreciate the craftsmanship. You add a small, personal note tucked inside, a subtle reference to his fondness for classical music. The message reads: “May this journal help you capture the symphonies of your thoughts, every note as sharp as your mind.”

When Mortefi opens it, his brows furrow in silent approval. "Well... this is adequate." he says, not one for overt displays of gratitude. But you can see the spark of appreciation in his eyes, and for a brief moment, his usually tense demeanor softens.

Kaveh’s idealism runs deep, and finding a gift for him is an emotional yet rewarding task. You know that Kaveh values beauty that serves a greater purpose, so you opt for a custom-designed, miniature architectural model of a space that symbolizes hope and kindness—perhaps a small, elegant garden pavilion with elements from Sumeru’s cultural heritage.

The model has intricate details: miniature flowers, a peaceful water feature, and tiny benches where people can rest and reflect. It’s not just a model; it’s a vision of the world Kaveh is always striving to build.

When Kaveh opens the gift, his heart stirs. He pauses before speaking, eyes softening as he looks at the model. "You’ve captured it perfectly." he says quietly, voice thick with gratitude. He places it on his desk as a reminder that despite all the struggles, beauty can still be created in this world.

Aventurine, ever the risk-taker and man of sophistication, would appreciate something a little more personal, yet still tied to his flair for the dramatic. You think of something that embodies both elegance and a sense of mystery—a custom-made deck of playing cards, each card featuring intricate designs that reflect various aspects of his personality. The Joker cards, for example, are styled with roulette wheels and playing cards, while the aces have elements symbolizing different strategic moves or his affinity for risk.

When Aventurine unwraps the gift, a glimmer of recognition lights up his face. "So, this is what you think of me, hmm?" he muses, running his fingers over the smooth edges of the cards. He’s usually all about strategy, but in this moment, you can see the smile that tells you your gift has struck the perfect balance of fun and sophistication.

"Care for a game later?" he asks with a playful glint in his eye, as if he’s always one step ahead. The cards now sit beside his other mementos, each one a reminder of your thoughtful gesture.

Sunday is a man who values balance and harmony above all, so you choose a gift that is both beautiful and meaningful. You know that his ideals often clash with the harsh realities of life, so you decide on something that symbolizes peace and serenity—an exquisitely crafted snow globe featuring a miniature replica of Sweetdream Paradise.

When Sunday opens it, his expression remains composed, but there’s an undeniable softness in his eyes as he examines the globe. The swirling snow inside the globe seems to mirror the tranquil world he often envisions—a place where pain no longer exists, but with the delicate beauty of impermanence.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice steady but warm. “This… this is a reminder of the world I strive for.” He carefully places it on a shelf, and for a moment, you both share a quiet understanding of the kind of world he wishes to create—one that might never come to be, but is worth dreaming about.

Ratio’s brilliance can make him difficult to shop for. He isn’t one for sentimental gifts, but you also know that he values knowledge above all else. So, you decide to combine practicality with intellectual stimulation by gifting him a rare, ancient manuscript—one that he would never have thought to acquire himself. The book is a long-forgotten treatise on the application of logic in art, beautifully preserved in a leather-bound edition with intricate golden lettering.

When Ratio opens the gift, his eyes immediately lock onto the manuscript, and you can see his usual arrogance soften into genuine admiration. “This is… impressive. You actually paid attention,” he mutters, flicking through the pages with a hint of excitement. His usual dismissiveness fades as he delves into the contents. "This will be useful. Thank you."

While he may not express overwhelming emotion, the way he later references passages from the manuscript as if they are his own ideas shows just how much your gift means to him. The small smile he tries to suppress is enough of a thank you.

[alwayscorvus]

Waking up from nightmares - Wuthering Waves Characters

Waking up from nightmares - WuWa Characters

malereader x Jiyan/Calcharo/Mortefi/Yuanwu/YangYang/Baizhi (separated), fluff, scenarios;

mxm or mxg; they can be a little out of character;

Yuanwu

You saw it again. Your partner slipping away, on the ground, in your arms. Just because you arrived too late to rescue him.

You couldn't get over it. Your heart started beating like crazy. Tears came to your eyes. And seconds later you woke up. With a headache that was killing you.

You growled angrily at yourself. Again you let yourself be swept away by those awful illusions.

You looked around, but in the darkness you couldn't see what you were looking for. Nor could you sense it. Unsatisfied, you moved closer to other side of a bed. Fortunately, this helped you reach your partner.

You hugged him gently around his waist and he instinctively woke up by that.

When it came to him that you were not an assassin, only his fiancé, he just murmured questioningly.

-I'm sorry - you replied with slight guilt - Bad dream

-I didn't know that boys your age still have nightmares - he said teasingly.

At which you pinched him with a scowling face.

-Oi oi I was just joking - he assured while snorting lightly, really amused by your behavior.

-This old jokes are not really funny

-Maybe for you - he replied trying to light the mood.

After a while, however, he turned towards you and returned the hug.

-Are you all right? - he asked this time with clear concern in his voice.

-Yes, because I am here with you now

Jiyan

At first second you were running through the middle of a battle, escaping from monsters.

And at the next one you were snatching your upper body from a bedsheets scattered all over your tent.

Your eyes were wide open and your mouth gaped.

You don't know how long it took. Seconds, minutes or maybe more.

Eventually, however, you came back to reality. You calmed your breathing and looked around, recalling where you actually were. Still at least a couple of kilometers away from a battlefield.

You threw something over your uncovered shoulders and blindly walked out of a tent.

A small campfire and glow of stars allowed you to see more than just a tip of your own nose. You were deeply grateful for that.

A few steps away, just under a large tree, Jiyan seated himself. As you thought, he had taken over the watch over this part of a camp.

Even though it should be done by someone lower in rank, Jiyan still felt this strange sense of responsibility inside him. A need to be sure that all his comrades were safe.

You used to try to talk him out of it, but over time you got used to it. And at this exact moment you needed something other than an argument.

With a sleepy steps you walked through the separating distance and took place right next to him.

Beaten, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your tired eyes.

-Bad dream? -he asked just for affirmation.

And you murmured with a nod, snuggling your head more into his body. Trying to find a perfect position and insisting on getting those few more precious minutes of sleep.

Jiyan understood well what you were facing. He himself had experienced it many times. Nightmares only escalated the more you approached your next battle. Memories kept coming back and phantoms of your lost comrades haunted you after nights.

Yet he also knew that there was no way to deal with it.

So he took your hand in his and began to knead it gently. He didn't want to express his feelings too much in public, but at the same time he wanted to reassure you about his presence. Hoping that his support would allow you to relax and drift off. While he kept protecting you both.

Mortefi

-[M/N]! [M/N]! -irritated Mortefi slapped your arm several times. Stubbornly trying to get out of your embrace. He didn't know about what terrible thing you were dreaming, but whatever it was, it made you squeeze him with an unhuman strength. Almost crushing his fragile body.

-[M/N]!

Your heart beat faster.

Suddenly you opened your eyes. Your grip only tightening.

-Mortefi? -you asked hesitantly. Wanting to make sure of his nearness.

-It won't be for long, if some fool doesn't stop suffocating me! - Mortefi hissed with a fake anger in his voice.

And without warning, he flashed with colors of his scales. Thanks for that, even in the darkness, you could see his sulky face for a split second.

-Oh… sorry.

Still not fully awake, though rather sad, you loosened your grip. Mortefi immediately crawled out of your arms and moved to a sitting position.

However, hearing your voice, his heart melted. Real Mortefi instantly returned.

-Can- can I do something for you? -he asked unsurely, angry at himself over how he had jumped on you.

For a moment, he just really felt close to getting broken ribs.

-Oh, no baby no -you assured- Nothing really, don't worry -you suddenly raised yourself on your elbows- Are you alright? Did I hurt you?

Mortefi rapidly shook his head. However, he quickly remembered that with the light off you couldn't see it.

Not wanting to bring up the subject again, he reached out his hands in your direction.

At first contact, his fingers gently brushed your neck. Slowly he moved his hands higher. Stopping on your cheeks. He squeezed them tighter, pulling your head in his direction and laying it on his stomach.

-Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you - you asked slightly heartbroken. At that, Mortefi could almost picture you with imaginary flopped ears.

-Then I'll wake you up again- he assured, quite embarrassed.

-What did you dream about? - he changed the topic.

You just frowned and mumbled, not really wanting to return to that.

-Do you want me to sing for you? - he bit his lip unsurely, recalling situations from the past.

You rapidly nodded your head, and Mortefi laughed lightly at the sensation of your tickling hair.

He grabbed your strands and began to gently play with them. Massaging your head in the process. After a long moment, he began humming a lullaby from his childhood.

Calcharo

You jumped off the bed with a silent scream. Looking straight ahead, you were inhaling air with a greedy gasps. While thick drops of sweat ran down your face, chest was dropping and rising like crazy.

You involuntarily slid your hand out to your right side, in search of help. Instead of the expected warmth of your partner's body, you appeared to come into a contact with the cooling bedsheets.

You rushed with your eyes to the other half of a bed.

Calcharo was nowhere to be seen.

Though still in shock, you made your way to the hallway.

A dim light came from a small kitchen, so you followed its path.

When you crossed a doorway of room, your partner came into a view.

Calcharo was standing backwards. In his hand he was holding a cup with an unidentified drink.

-Care to join me?

He turned towards you. As if completely unfazed by your presence. Even though it happened to you for the first time.

Still hot and overwhelmed with emotion, you looked at him more closely. Despite your distraction, you couldn't help but notice a slightly torn white T-shirt. Signs of overclocking.

-What-… what's that? - you asked hesitantly while slowly stabilizing your breathing.

Man spun around once again. Though this time sideways, to the close stove. He pulled a new cup from a cabinet and turned his attention to a pot from which steam was still floating.

He moved as smoothly as if things that he had just experienced were completely normal for him.

-One of my clients said that hot milk helps. Not that I believe him. But we are wasted anyway.

Baizhi

You were awakened from your nightmare by a gentle shaking. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your eyelids tighter. Trying to banish a sight of fallen comrades from your mind.

-[M/N]? -someone squeezed your shoulder harder.

You pulled yourself up on a bed. Sliding your hand out of a pair of delicate palms. You opened your eyes blinking several times. You could feel something wet slide off your forehead. A cold compress.

-You started to sweat a lot and tremble as well - someone explained monotonously and quietly.

You turned towards direction of that voice. Sight of your girlfriend came into a view. Light of a candle placed on your bedside table was falling on her body dressed-up in your white shirt.

Baizhi looked like she hadn't slept for a fairly long time.

-At first I wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or an illness. But after a long analysis, I came to the conclusion that it was just a bad dream.

You looked at her confused and at the same time slightly offended.

-Just?

Baizhi looked down at her hands, avoiding eye contact. She bit her cheek gently.

You were already about to say something when she got up from her knees and, almost jumping off the bed, ran to the cabinet.

-Herbal tea made with flowers from Taoyuan Vale. It is supposed to help with sleep - she straightened her hands, moving cup closer to you. By doing so, she bowed in traditional way, with expectation of you accepting her gift.

Drink definitely left a bitter aftertaste, but at the same time it strangely calmed you down.

-Thank you, Baizhi - you replied with genuine gratitude. Corners of her mouth gently lifted upward. Not to mention a slight blush on her cheeks.

Yangyang

Frightened, you rose quickly from a bed. Panting heavily. In your head you still saw that chase. Or rather, an escape. In this dream, you were the prey.

You quickly pulled yourself together. You wanted to go right back to sleep, just to avoid waking up your girlfriend.

However, when you were about to rest your back against the mattress once again, something prevented you from doing so. And it wasn't that suspiciously lit bedside lamp. Something was stubbornly squeezing your hand.

You looked to the side. Your girlfriend was kneeling by your bed. Waves of her black hair splashed across your duvet, right next to your body.

-Yangyang? -you asked softly. Girl, however, didn't respond.

You dipped your free hand into her hair and gently stroked her strands. Trying not to get tangled in them, and in the same time awaken your partner. Slowly you repeated her name louder and louder until she finally woke up.

-[M/N]!

She immediately got off the floor and threw herself around your neck, squeezing as hard as she could.

-I was so scared! -she spoke in a shaky voice- I tried so hard to wake you up, but- but I couldn't! And you-. you just…-

Words caught in her throat, she couldn't finish. She began to swallow air and tears greedily.

Worried, you squeezed her torso, pushing her back by a short distance.

-Hey, babe. I'm completely fine, you have nothing to worry about -you assured, stroking her cheek in a calming manner.

You quickly forgot about your nightmare when all your attention got preoccupied with taking care of one tiny soul.

[thefoxtherapist]

Hehe... Now that I have my answer. Mortefi with an S/O that's obsessed with dragons and always fanboys over him. They would constantly be touching his more draconic parts. I can even imagine them rambling about how much they admire jinshi and jiyun because of their connections to dragons which would ultimately make mortefi jealous lol

That's my request if I may :3c

I hope you enjoy this! Have a lovely day :)

Mortefi knew when he got with you that you were a dragon aficionado. You even had a plush toy of a red dragon on your bed that he found sort of ironic and somewhat endearing. Even if you insisted it stayed on the bed when he slept by your side.

But this was ridiculous.

“Did you hear about General Jiyan's success in the field?” You leaned on your hand, sighing softly. “Not to mention how the Magistrate took control of the situation!” You sank in your chair across from your boyfriend who was trying to focus on his lunch.

“Yes, I heard.”

Mortefi bit the inside of his cheek, stabbing his fork onto his salad. “I really admire them so much.” He brought a fork of leaves to his mouth as he listened to you ramble about Jiyan. He was doing his absolute best to not get annoyed.

“And their connections to Jué are so cool… And Jiyan's dragon! I saw it up close while I was at the Riverside Games.” You were completely enthralled with their abilities and personalities and not to mention the connection to-

Mortefi clicked his lighter, the flame shooting upwards, he snapped the lighter closed again. Then he snapped it open. The action served to quell his anger. He knew his was jealous for no reason, but he hated having to sit here and listen to the praise.

Made worse by the fact Jiyan was somebody he considered closer to a friend than a stranger. The lighter clicked again then again. Your eyes lowered to the flame, watching as the man ignited it several times over.

“Are you okay?” 

He closed the lighter again.

“Can we discuss other matters?” He set the lighter down beside his plate. You raised an eyebrow at his annoyed expression, watching him push his glasses up further on his nose. Your eyes dropped down to his chest as if to confirm your theory, and he knew he couldn't hide that reaction from you.

His scales extended slightly over his chest, more than usual, but not an egregious amount like when he really got mad. It dawned on you in such a visible manner that Mortefi looked away in shame, picking his fork back up to casually poke at his salad once more.

Your expression of confusion melted into something else, but he still couldn't quite face you. You exhaled a small giggle, reaching your hand out, you covered his free hand still on the table. His scales pokes through his sleeve and glove and you gently rubbed your thumb over the crystalline matter. 

The scales were warm and bent only slightly under your touch, they weren't as rough as some animal scales, but they weren't soft or malleable either. Mortefi's fingers spread out, letting you touch the expanse of his hand with free reign. You brushed some of the scales downwards, careful not to hurt him by brushing them upwards against their direction.

“You're still my favourite dragon though.”

He muttered your name, pale cheeks slightly tinged pink while he continued to look somewhat annoyed. Mortefi knew if you weren't in a semi public place, your hands would be slipping into his shirt, massaging his skin and stroking his scales. The thought finally led to him meeting your eyes, returning your smile albeit smaller.

“You're so cute when you're jealous~”

“Jealousy is an unpleasant look on me.”

You laughed, opting to interlace your fingers with his. “You were soo important in saving our nation~” You cooed at him, watching him crumble under the sudden loving attention. “That smart head of yours~ The true dragon that's captured my heart.”

He set his fork in his empty plate, bringing his hand up to cover part of his face. “I'm at work..” But that didn't stop your cooing or the silly petnames you'd given him over the years. “Later…” He lowered his hand just enough to try and wave you off. But you squeezed the hand you were holding.

“I might admire them, but you're the one I love.”

“Love you too. Now eat before your food gets any colder.”

“Eh you'd probably just warm it up for me if I asked.” Mortefi made an annoyed face at you. It was true, but you didn't have to say it to his face.

[strawbairicake]

in a world full of boys, he’s a ✨gentleman✨- various hsr + wuwa males x reader (cute/gentlemanly things i see them doing!)

warnings: none! me swearing like twice, but not really a warning. it’s very fluffy tho! my poor attempts at humor (pls laugh)

word count: 618

author’s note: there are like 7 or 8 males in wuwa so the majority i like (cough cough not yuanwu cough cough) (and maybe my fave star rail men) repeat lol hehe! hope you enjoy nonetheless! <3

sidewalk rule

always does this in a way that you don’t realize he’s doing it. he’s very mindful of any situation wherein you might be at risk of something. if you’re walking and chatting with him, he will subconsciously move you to the inside of him so if anyone bumps into you, it’s him instead. half the time you don’t realize he’s done it, and it’s so effortless the way he does it too. 

jiyan, jing yuan, boothill, argenti, dr. ratio, xiangli yao, your faves!

hand on corner/edge of something

whenever you bend down and there seems to be a sharp edge or corner, he always covers that edge with his hand so if you bump into something, it’s his hand instead. like this shit is second nature to him (like the above as well) and honestly, you don’t think much of it until someone points it out to you. just a little way to show he cares.

aventurine, dr. ratio, anaxa, phainon, gallagher, your faves!

gets trinkets/collects things to give you

you know how crows bring you little gifts as a sign they trust you? this is also them, but they hide it under the guise of “it just reminded me of you!” we know damn well that’s not the reason but you can give him a pat on the head and call it a day. it’s the thought that counts, and it’s reassuring to know he thinks of you (even when he probably shouldn’t if he’s doing something important).

aalto, sampo, luka, gepard, luocha, moze (so him coded), your faves!

plans things in advance

GOD, I WOULD DIE FOR THIS, WHEN IS IT MY TURN?! anyway. maybe the bar is just that low, but we LOVE a guy who has a schedule and is organized! he plans cute little surprises, dates, anything else that he thinks would put a smile on your face (spoiler: it totally does). and if his plans change suddenly, and he can’t make it to what was planned, he will ALWAYS give you a heads up and immediately tries to schedule something else for you both to do when you’re both completely free. 

welt, jiaoqiu, xiangli yao, jiyan, mortefi, dan heng, your faves!

great with animals and/or children

i don’t know about you guys, but if a guy is good with animals and/or children, it is OVER for me (i would marry him so fast you don’t even know). but it’s the way he speaks and acts towards them that has your (our) heart swelling and swooning. always stops to check on animals, makes sure they have food and water, anything they need. always the person children walk up to when they’re lost because he just radiates that safe and secure energy. he always makes sure lost children/animals are returned safe and sound, and it truly makes your brain wander…

brant, xiangli yao, boothill,  jing yuan, sunday, mydei, your faves!

attitude that just SCREAMS gentleman

always at your every beck and call, very polite and respectful towards you (maybe not towards others, but that’s ok, they probably deserved it tbh), and is just all-around a great influence. if you need help with something, he is there before you even know it, helping out. like if you have some shoes with some long straps that wrap around your legs and can’t figure it out, he is kneeling down and doing it for you, all with a slight smile on his face. and when he come back up to face you, he gives a featherlight kiss to your cheek. he is just the sweetest- something most wouldn’t expect, but he’s also yours.

honestly most (except for the walking red flags, they know who they are) of them, your faves!

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[noveauskull]

How Male WUWA Characters React To You Touching Their Tacet Marks! (SFW AND NSFW)

characters: jiyan, mortefi, calcharo, aalto, yuanwu x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, scratching, licking, biting, teasing, kissing, oral (f! receiving), choking, handjob

JIYAN:

SFW

Would notice how you've been staring at his back a lot and ask if you needed something from him or if you wanted to tell him something important

He gets a little surprised by how you immediately just told him that you wanted to touch his tacet mark and would ask you why, but he would let you touch it anyways

Probably the most sensitive one out of every other WUWA man since his is literally on his back

He would blush so hard that his ears would go red if you kept touching his mark for more than 20 seconds

When you first touched his mark he would feel a little uncomfortable and tell you when you need to stop so that he doesn't get too uneasy

But after a few more times he enjoys your touch way too much and often times would ask you for a hug so that he could feel your hands touch his back again

NSFW

When hes pounding himself into you, sometimes you would purposely brush your hand on his back to where his tacet mark is so that he would falter in his movements just for a bit, so that you can catch your breath

Sometimes you forget his tacet mark is on his back, so when your hands are clinging onto him you would accidentally lightly scratch him just a bit to where his tacet mark lines would be, which he surprisingly took well

He might be slightly masochistic (at least you awakened that part of him)

Of course doing it too harshly would hurt like shit, but when you brush your nails against it, he gets shivers

In conclusion, this man loves it when you touch his back

MORTEFI:

SFW

Would straight up ask you why you keep staring at his chest

He'd look at you with wide eyes when you tell him that you wanted to feel his tacet mark that was on his right chest, but agree almost too quickly because he believes your reason would be because you wanted to "experiment" something

Most likely you're the first person to ever touch him like that

Gets shivers when your fingers lightly brush against him, then tells you that its alright to just completely put your hand over it

When you do put your hand over his chest though, you can feel his heartbeat pounding real fast

You try to ignore the blush on his face, but it was way too obvious

NSFW

You like to lick his chest, especially his tacet mark just to see the way he reacts

His attempts to hide his tiny grunts is super cute to you

He would say things like "Ok, that's enough" but he wouldn't push you away, leaving room for the idea of teasing him that he enjoys the feeling of your warm mouth against his tacet mark

Likes it when you nibble on it a bit, or use some teeth to lightly scrape his skin

The way your mouth would travel to his neck, collarbones, nipples, abs, literally everywhere but his tacet mark would drive him crazy

You'd make sure to leave a bite mark right over his tacet mark, that way he would have to cover up his chest in a bit more effort to prevent anyone else from seeing it (cause we all know him showing off his chest is a SLUT MOVE)

CALCHARO:

SFW

We all know this tough guy is actually super obedient and literally just a baby

Which explains why he loves forehead kisses A LOT

Literally praise him for doing anything and he'd ask for a forehead kiss on top of your compliments, and you'd happily oblige

You asked him if he ever face palms himself when hes disappointed and he just stares at you with furrowed eyebrows in confusion, wondering why you would ask him that

The first time you touched his tacet mark was when you asked him if you could touch his hair, and he would be fine with it since he was aware of how much you love his hair and how jealous you were by how beautiful it was

NSFW

Because he loves your touch on his tacet mark, he very much prefers to go down on you than fuck your hole all the time

He does this because he likes how your hands scurry around to grab his head and push him away when you are getting overstimulated

Everytime you finish you would pat his head and that would get him riled up

When he does pound you, he would place his forehead against yours and stare deeply into your eyes while youre crying out on how big he is

He also really loves burying his face in between your chest and rubbing his tacet mark on it to feel your heartbeats

Calcharo is basically a big beast that you tamed

AALTO:

SFW

You actually didn't ask him if you could touch his tacet mark, he just so happened to have something on his shoulder that you helped brush off, and your hand accidentally brushed against his tacet mark

He reacted by flinching a little. When you asked if he was alright he just said that he was fine. You couldn't really tell if he was fine or not since he had his glasses on.

But you can see his ears turning red, so you knew you just turned a switch on for him, but you still haven't figured out that it was because you touched his tacet mark

You slowly notice more things on Aalto's shoulder, on the exact same spot. Sometimes you try to ignore it but Aalto would make you want to brush it off somehow by asking things like "Is there anything on me?" or "You've been staring at my shoulder for a while, y'know?"

NSFW

Loves it when you give him hickeys, he really enjoys it when you suck on his tacet mark the most, cause that's when his sensitivity heightens up a lot

You know exactly how much pressure to give him when you playfully bite him on his tacet mark, especially if you wanted to get him hard and going

He lowkey wants you to choke him while he fucks you, the pressure of his tacet mark pushing into the nerves of his flesh makes his vision cloudly and his pupils grow

When you're too fucked out to choke him, he would forcefully grab the back of your head and push it against his neck to make you lick and suck it while his cock is molding its shape into you

He does not hold back

YUANWU:

SFW

Yuanwu is a patient man, so you don't hesitate in asking him if you could touch his tacet mark that was right on his neck

Of course, he sees no reason to disagree. But for some reason when you touch him, he freezes and it takes you a minute before he clears his throat and apologizes for suddenly not responding

You weren't dumb enough to realise that touching his tacet mark made him feel something, so sometimes, you would get cozy with him and wrap your arm around his neck

The action would have him tipping his hat to cover his face, remaining silent the entire time you go chattering about how you want to go have some tea with him at his boxing gym

Sure, Yuanwu is a patient man, but his patience does run thin

NSFW

He'd actually keep your hands away from his neck while he's fucking your brains out

This is all cause you knew that touching his tacet mark would get him hard, and you decided to do it on a public area

Since you did it on purpose you have to face the consequences and wait until he's done fucking all your senses out of your body

When you two are finally done, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his tacet mark, since you two were in private he doesn't mind you getting intimate with his mark

You didn't expect this, but sometimes you would be able to pull a noise or two from his mouth

Something you really like doing to him is having his back on your chest while you're fucking your hand on his cock, then planting kisses on his tacet mark, leaving him groaning your name

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That's it folks im out of here, its like 5 am where I live so yeah :> I would add more of what I think everyone would react to when you touch their tacet marks but im pooped for the day

[n0tamused]

Hello, can I ask you about Wuwa men with a reader similar to Acheron from HSR? I mean also suffering from such a blessing, loss of taste, colors and memory 🥹

A/n: Sorry for the small wait! I do hope you enjoy this mixed bag of everything lol, I was a bit around the place and yapping. I haven't been able to play WuWa since this summer due to storage problems so these were written with the knowledge I have from the older versions lol.

Contents: Jiyan/Aalto/Xiangli Yao/Mortefi/Calcharo x GN!Reader(separate) that is like Acheron, fluff, comfort, a bit of angst, not proof-read, some of these are shorter than the others as I wasn't feeling particularly motivated for them all equally, sorry

Ko-fi

Jiyan

-It does not take too long for the General of the Midnight Rangers to catch on to your odd persona, “odd” is not the word he’d use, but with the lack of a proper terminology to describe his feeling with the initial encounter he has not much choice but to use it

-He is wary of you, but not unkind, as he usually is with newcomers that seemingly do not visibly come in blazing and wishing to oppose him and all he stands for

-There is a sense of understanding about him when it comes to you, he can practically sense the emptiness that surrounds you and that deep look in your eyes tells him that there is much more to you, something both dangerous and intriguing. Some time may pass before it becomes a routine of sorts to converse with you on a regular basis, and when it also becomes a habit for you despite your fading memory.

-Jiyan never held your weak memory against you, it was one of the things that pointed to something else that he wished to uncover through your blossoming relationship. Even if that thing stood alone as a characteristic of your, he was already enraptured by you, he wanted to help you where he could

-In private and with intimate relationships, Jiyan can be a man of fewer words than when he is on the battlefield with so many eyes on him. Being General means being a performer to a certain extent as well, but with you he can just leave that stage and be himself

-With someone who has lost the sense of taste and the eye for color he tends to hold onto some thread of hope that you’ll be cured of it, be it by his hand or someone else’s. He watches your movements and your mannerisms for any sign of improvement and gets rather excited if he ever spots some, even if it may not be a really big deal to you or anyone else. 

-Jiyan doesn’t share the same condition as you, but he understands the feeling of losing something and someone. He knows what it feels like to be adrift without a clear direction. So, he might silently mourn the fact that you can no longer enjoy the small things like colors, tastes, or memories, because he’s had his own form of loss and he felt the pain on his own skin. What he can do is try and dull any pain you might feel, or distract you from it, although he genuinely hopes you are not in pain at all.

-While you may forget past conversations  or dates, forgetting such things for Jiyan is a scarce event. He holds every memory close to him,  especially if he finds himself far away from you, on distant battlefields where he can only hope you haven’t forgotten about him. But there is also a poetic way to his thinking when it comes to this - if you do, in fact, forget him, he can always start again. He’d never tire, and he’d keep doing it all as long as you’d let him. 

-He does leave notes for you around the house that can be quite detailed depending on the context, hoping to help you with the daily routine even while he is away from you. 

-Though your memories are gone or fading and your senses have all but dulled, Jiyan would help you rediscover joy in small, often overlooked things. While you can't taste food anymore, he might make it a habit to cook you a meal, hoping that somehow you can still feel the texture or the warmth of the food, and there’s of course the health aspect to it too. And while you can't see colors, he might describe the world in such detail that you feel as though you're experiencing it through his eyes. He also helps you with your outfits if you ask him to! He may not be some fashionista but he can be of good help. In winter he does tend to mother you a bit, telling you to always dress warmly even if you may not feel as cold.

-If he ever came to see you use your “blessing” in combat, he’d be shocked, then in cautious awe. If anyone understands that great power comes with a great cost - it is him.

-You may hold power to move mountains, but Jiyan would always be there to jump in first and protect you.

Aalto

-Aalto would have come to know you through all the various branches of information he perches on, he knew you before had met you in person, but that does not erase his unending curiosity and skepticism

-He is tactical yet unassuming in his approach to you, stepping carefully to see where you stand with him. He is quick to adjust if need be, as in the end, the last thing he needs to happen is you marking him as your enemy and possibly wiping the floor with him

-As mentioned, he does approach you with a certain curiosity, he is guarded and cautious. He has heard and read so much about you but to him this concept of being “blessed” in such a way by an entity unheard of in the whole world is strange at best. There was so much yet so little, at times he was unsure what to think

-Aalto is a whimsical fellow, as we all know, but that is a part of his own public persona. No one would really suspect such a guy of any ulterior motive, and it is a character that has bought him a way into so many places

-It comes as a bit of a surprise to him when he meets you next time and you don’t seem to remember him or parts of your prior conversation. He is questioning whether this is done on purpose to send him a signal you are not interested, but soon he does realize that it is really something serious and not done of your own violation

-Aalto is used to navigating difficult situations with tactical precision, and he prides himself on his ability to control and influence outcomes. However, when faced with someone like you- someone whose condition is so profound and deeply entrenched- he might feel a sense of helplessness. His usual methods of fixing things or controlling situations wouldn’t work on you. He might even feel frustrated by his inability to do anything tangible to heal or help you reclaim you’ve already lost

-But with that being said, Aalto would definitely try and help you in the later stages of your relationship to look for some cure, or at least something to lessen this curse. Even at the start he may point to some cures you can try out. It is not an easy thing to live with and it certainly is not comfortable either. He may not completely understand it, even with the abundance of information he has, it is still unknown territory, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He never appears too stoic however, and likes to keep a lighthearted tone around you in hopes that at least his jokes and laid back demeanor can keep you calm and entertained, even if for a while, even if you’ll forget eventually

-Aalto would want to bring you “back to life” in some way, but his methods might be a bit unconventional and rather bold when it comes to it. Rather than using gentle persuasion like Jiyan, Aalto might  try pushing you more directly, testing your limits, teasing, and seeing how far he can go to provoke a reaction.  He may put salt instead of sugar in your food and hope you notice and scold him for it.

-This could come across as both intense and a bit intrusive at times, like a water that’s just about to burst with a boil, but it’s never done out of malice. He’d never do something that would cause you harm. He’d  just want to know if there’s any spark left in you, any piece of yourself that could be awakened, and if there’s even a small sand-sized spark, he is more than willing to put all his efforts out to make it shine brighter

-While initially, Aalto might be driven by curiosity and perhaps a need for control, over time he might develop a deeper, more nuanced understanding of your condition. He would begin to realize that there’s no quick fix, no immediate solution or cure for you, and that the journey to healing is one that requires time and patience. This does make him soften, in a rather sad way in which he has to eventually accept this no matter how much he wants to keep fighting for you

-But he is more than willing to be patient, holding that hope at the back of his mind instead of making it his very sole goal. He understands that watching him jump from place to place can also be exhausting for you to see.

-In terms of your memory loss Aalto would take lots of pictures, although sadly not many would include him due to his work, but there would be his handwriting on the back of printed pictures and silly doodles as well, some also done by Encore who has grown quite fond of you

-He leaves flowers for you. After a time he also bought you a plastic potted plant, just so you can have something that lasts, as the last time he bought you a real potted plant it didn’t really live long

-He jokes about it, but he never took it to heart lol he is chill

Mortefi

-It is a bit of a lucky strike of fate that brought you two to meet, considering Mortefi doesn’t exactly go out of his way to meet new people. It would probably be Baizhi or some other that brings you to the Academy, and that is when he’d first get a sense of something different, that void that followed you like a shadow

-It is unclear to him whether this is something he is imagining or if it was something real, but as it is not exactly his field of research, he does not pursue his twinge of intrigue from there

-That is until Baizhi brings it up in conversation at a later date, something about this anomaly in your being, something that went beyond simple ailment of health. It puzzled her. And that conversation with Baizhi did leave a lasting taste in his mouth for days to come, even if Baizhi did not reveal anything confidential to him or anything concrete. 

-When he meets you eye to eye he does question you a little bit about what you’re doing at the Academy again, and a conversion flows from there on out as you wait for Baizhi to come and check on you again. He wasn’t the warmest of people to converse with, but he was cordial and didn’t leave you alone in the middle of the Academy. He could tell from your mannerisms and from what you told him in the conversation that you didn’t exactly.. know what’s going on, and by that he also figured out your memory wasn’t the strongest. You made mention of getting a message from Baizhi that very morning, a reminder for you to come in, and he may have snuck a peak at your phone and saw there was more than one reminder before that one. It was a brief glance

-After your checkup, he does coincidentally meet you in the halls again and asks you about it, seemingly a little more softer but still blunt and hardy on the outside 

-Mortefi wouldn’t be the type to offer overly emotional comfort. His understanding of loss or suffering would be intellectual rather than empathetic. He has lost a lot in his life as well, but he has always been forced to suppress his feelings, which led to outbursts somewhere later down the line.  However, his form of sympathy wouldn’t  be wholly detached but rather perceptive. He would sense that your condition is more than just a physical or psychological issue- it’s a fundamental disconnect from the world and your own spirit

- He might not express his sympathy outwardly, but there would be moments when his cold demeanor falters, and he would quietly acknowledge the sadness of your condition, even if he doesn’t directly verbalize it. He grows fond of you, and he takes a while to realize it too. He doesn’t want to believe it at first either - it is simply not logical to him, it doesn’t make sense, and intimate relationships always came hard to him anyway

-Mortefi would offer to make something for you that would help you with remembering things, he would even try to craft a special pair of glasses that would allow you to see colors, a special candy that would allow you to taste certain things..etc. He would try whatever his imagination would bring up, and it wouldn’t be rare to catch him staying up at night, trying to realize this idea into reality

-The loss of memory might fascinate Mortefi the most. He would be intrigued by how a person can live without the things that form their identity. If you think about it, everyone is just a well of memories which form not only their person, but their approach to the world around them. That includes Mortefi as well.  If you don’t remember your past, it could mean you’re an empty vessel- a blank slate and therefore easily impressionable, in some way or another. He sees this as risky, so Mortefi may become rather easily irritated, or even anxious in some way, if you stop responding to his messages or if he hasn’t seen you in some time. 

-Could be that you just forgot to text him… but that doesn’t stop him from worrying 

-He may get a little irritated at you forgetting certain things or being late to appointments and such, but he understands this isn't done by your own choosing, so his anger is redirected at things that actually deserve his anger

Xiangli Yao

-Sweet Xiangli Yao, although when he meets you, and you're no more than another stranger to him, he still feels a sense of empathy for you. However threatening and dark that sense of emptiness that surrounds you is, it is just that which draws him in. Could he make it disappear? 

-Xiangli Yao’s first reaction would be one of deep empathy. He is someone who feels others' pain deeply and would immediately recognize the gravity of your suffering. The loss of your senses and memory would weigh heavily on him.

-Of course, at the start he does not know all the details of you situation, he is quite hopeful and eager to help in whatever way he can, so when he finds out this was put upon you by a power higher even than of the sentinel, it is safe to say he feels a bit hopeless. His mind comes at a stop, like rusted cogwheels that he desperately tries to get moving again. Creaks and squeaks are all he gets in return for a while

- His first instinct would be to reach out to you, not just to understand your condition but also to offer support, even if he doesn't know how to fix things right away

-Unlike other people who might approach your condition with curiosity or detachment to satisfy their own curiosity, Xiangli Yao would actively search for ways to help you heal or regain some semblance of the things you've lost. He would likely spend time learning about your condition, asking you about how you feel or what you remember, even if your memory doesn’t work the same way. His compassionate nature would drive him to research ways to restore or help you find balance in a world without your senses and memories

-Given his ability to read people and understand emotions on a deeper level, and with him being made of a rather soft and nurturing nature, Xiangli Yao would be sensitive to how you’re feeling. He’d be able to pick up small cues and mannerisms you may display, reading you like an open book

-Even if you don't express your emotions outwardly due to your condition, he would be able to sense the subtle cues - whether it’s the way you carry yourself or even your tone of voice when you speak. This is even more amplified the more time you spend together with each other. In either case, Xiangli Yao would adapt his approach accordingly, offering emotional support without pushing you to confront anything you're not ready for 

-Xiangli Yao's sense of duty and his protective nature would kick in when he realizes the extent of your condition. He would be willing to make sacrifices to help you - whether it’s giving up his time, his resources, or even putting himself in danger to find a cure for you. You may be able to protect yourself, but if he can avoid putting you in a situation where you're forced to do so, he'd do just that. He'd rather be the one fighting than let you fight 

-His deep belief in looking out for others, especially those who are vulnerable or hurting, would mean that he would go to great lengths to make sure you’re taken care of, even if it means putting his own needs aside

-Xiangli Yao’s care for you is gentle and affectionate in subtle yet really warm ways, but he would respect your boundaries. He wouldn’t overwhelm you with his affections, but he would express his care in small, meaningful gestures like sending you sweet messages through the little robot he makes for you, and in the same manner he’d send you voice messages too. Similarly to Jiyan he might take to a habit of leaving notes around the house and little treats as well. Even if you can’t taste them, he hopes you’ve enjoyed the little game of hunt for them

-If you'd allow him, he'd hold your hand as you walk around as he tells you about streets you've passed through before if you've forgotten. He'd quietly remind you of the names of others if you need the help and he'd never put you in a situation that would be embarrassing for you, that's the last thing he wants you to feel, especially since this curse is not something you would've wished for if it was up to you. Sure, it gives you great power, but at what cost..? Is it really worth it?

Calcharo

-When first learning of your suffering, he might simply nod, his face calm but with a subtle furrow in his brow. He wouldn’t rush to comfort you or find out more immediately, but instead, he would want to assess whether your condition is something that can be cured or if it's just part of who you are now, or if it something that threatens his work. His mind would be working quickly, formulating potential ways to help, but he would remain quiet, choosing his words carefully

-Despite his stoic nature, Calcharo would feel a strong sense of responsibility toward you, especially if he perceives you as vulnerable. He might not openly show his concern, but he would take steps to ensure that you are protected and taken care of

-Calcharo's emotional distance doesn't mean he’s cold or indifferent to your suffering. He’s simply more reserved and slow to let his guard down. However, as he sees your struggle, a quiet protectiveness would begin to form. He is not emotionless, he’s just buried his hard deep into his duty and deeper still

- He would keep his distance in terms of expressing emotions, but he would become more protective of you, watching your movements, ensuring that you don’t push yourself too far, and subtly stepping in when you need help. He does have eyes and ears everywhere, and may give some of them the task of keeping an eye out for you if he is in a situation where he can’t lend you his supports, due to his missions and duty

-While he may understand quite early on that the power you possess may go over the limit of his own imagination, he would step in to take over instead, telling you to go and wait for him elsewhere. He is rather gruff yet coldly calm in his command to you, he does not play around with work, and especially when it comes to you

-Seeing as he has a..demon of his own, he would come to compare your two conditions over time and correlate them as well, growing a greater understanding of you even if the two conditions don’t equal one another. He can only use his own knowledge to try and understand your experience, and that is the only way he knows

-As mentioned, Calcharo is quite stumped emotionally, he has a hard time expressing himself, so vocally you shouldn’t expect much from him, but if you need any work done, he is your guy

-If he doesn’t know how to do xyz, he most definitely knows another guy that does! Must be magic/j. That being said,his love language is definitely acts of service 

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[calchalator]

the tears that fell from the ghost hounds eyes

Pairing: Calcharo x Reader

“I thought I was protecting them.”

“From me?”

Warning: rating 18+ for accidental pregnancy, references of s*x, maybe ooc?

-It had been very sudden, something neither of you were expecting.

-You were terrified to tell him, as most people were even to scared to approach him in general.

-Except for you, when three drinks too many you ended up tangled between his arms in his bed.

-Thus you ultimately decide that you’re actually a chicken and opt out of saying anything until it started to become more and more obvious you had been hiding something big.

-He could sense the change in the tides rather swiftly, picking up on all your habits, the standoffishness you had been exhibiting, the way you had become secretive, how he could sense something was different. You looked different, and though it had been months since he last touched you, he could feel a difference.

-He couldn’t figure what he had done to make you change so much in such a short amount of time, he partially wondered if you had another lover, if you were getting attention elsewhere. That could be the change, someone who is fulfilling your needs better then he ever could.

-You however, were panicking with each incoming day as your bump grew larger and larger, your hips widening, your breasts also larger and far more tender. Your body was constantly changing, and with that came the worst case of morning sickness Baizhi had seen in a long time. She tried her best to give you some natural remedies that wouldn’t hurt you or the baby in your womb but to no avail nothing helped except to hideaway and sleep off the nausea off.

-Calcharo was beginning to worry, something the man hadn’t thought he was capable of in so long, the coldness that enshrouded him, he never thought someone as warm as you would find a way to melt through.

“This is the third com they’ve sent within the last few months that they are still away on an expedition. I think they might have defected sir,” One of his men say to him. He says nothing in return, his eyes cold and calculating. He wonders about the timing, wonders if you had enough of one night with him. Fine. Let it be that way.

-About 20 weeks go by, your bump is out and you’ve been in hiding for far to long. Guilt consumed you, knowing that your child deserved a father, but the question was simple, would he be a good one? He was cold, men and women of all kinds feared him, his enemies loathed him, a target on his head at all times. What kind of life would that be for your child?

-And you would protect your unborn child, in whatever way was necessary.

-And then he finds you, in passing, at the market. In fact, he sees you before you see him, and he struck in awe, your belly swollen, hands cradling the bump hidden beneath the fabric of your dress.

-This is what you had been hiding? You were with child? Was it his? Was it someone else’s? How far along were you? Why did you hide it? Why did you hide? His thoughts races a million miles an hour, his body paralyzed in place as he watches you converse with the townspeople. An old granny, putting her hand on your stomach, a smile emitting from your lips.

-However all he can think about is how he had been shut out, how he had been given no choice, how he didn’t know, how much he had missed. It hurt him to admit but he was mad, and not because you had done any of these things, but because he already knew why without having to ask.

-His position, his work, his source of income. The dangers he brought just by existing in the same space as you, he knew why.

-But he is a stubborn man, and views his responsibility of raising his unborn child as a higher priority then the Ghost Hounds. So his feet begin to travel in wide strides, strait towards you, pushing through the crowd of people in the heart of Jinzhou.

“Y/N.” His voice is quiet but startles you in whipping around, arms flying to your bump. To hide it maybe? Your not sure, it feels like the right thing to do. His presence is overwhelming, his scent familiar, but when you look into his eyes to see nothing but pure hurt you’ve understood you’ve made the wrong choice in not telling him. Your eyes well with tears faster then you can comprehend, your emotions on heightened hormonal train wreck.

The granny stands quietly behind you, a pillar in your current pregnancy when you had come back into Jinzhou for check ups with Baizhi. She had offered you a bowl of ramen from her shop telling you that it was okay you couldn’t afford it, you had another mouth to feed. Once you had stabilized another job within the city you had been constantly visiting her to pay back your due to her kindness. She knew of the man standing in front of you, you had only spent most of your time talking about him.

“Why don’t we take this inside children, its rather busy in the market today,” Her wizened words pull Calcharo from his stupor, his hand reaching to you to guide you into the grandmothers ramen shop.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sounds almost desperate as soon as you’ve walked into the silence of the shop, he doesn’t care, “You just left. You lied.”

“I thought I was protecting them,” Your lips trembled, he had every reason to be mad, even if you didn’t think the leader of the ghost hounds would want anything to do with family or raising one of his own.

“From me?” He whispers.

You stay silent, guilt raising the bile in your throat, your stomach flipping. With shaky hands you feel the walls of your throat closing up, a gagging motion coming from your gut as you turn to beeline for the bathroom. In an instant your on your knees in front of the toilet, holding onto your stomach and the rim of the toilet bowl as this mornings breakfast makes it way out of your body.

-(Baby Calchalator isn’t a fan of cheesy eggs on toast apparently)

-You can’t hear anything, your body is reverent with chills, shaking violently with each outburst.

-You almost don’t recognize his touch because he is so gentle.

-His hands slip around the strands of your fallen hair, pulling it back as his other hand rubs soothing circles along your back. He was on his knees, one on each side of your body, holding you tightly in place.

-Once you’ve finally calmed, his hands reach under each arm to help you to your feet, a task that usually had been taking the wind out of you and a task he did effortlessly.

“I’m sorry I left.” You whisper after a few moments of silence.

His eyes were defeated, head hanging low as his eyes trained on the tips of his shoes, “If you don’t want me to be here I’ll leave, I’ll do whatever you think is best for you and our child.”

-And-oh god-

-He wants it, and your hearts racing because he wants your child, he wants to be there, to raise them on his principles, to take their hand and guide them through life, and he wants to be there doing that with you.

-He’s stern now, feeling fear for the answer to come from your lips. On one hand he knew he would bring danger, in was in his nature and nothing good ever followed once he collected of his debts from his line of work. He knew he was rigid, bound by a staggering fate that he would cycle through each contract till one eventually took his life. Would he leave his child without a father out of fate or because of a decision of the one person who made him change his mind on everything? Because on the other hand, he never knew how quickly he’d embrace the idea of having his own kid. He could already feel the twinge of hope taking root inside of him, hope that you would let him stay, hope that he would get to hold that little baby in his arms, hope that would be his reason to shape into a man his child would be proud to call their father.

You don’t hesitate, “Stay.”

-His eyes snap to your eyes, checking for honesty, he’s in disbelief. Stay? Stay.

“You’ll still have me? Despite everything?” He’s cautious, will they just leave him again? Will they change their mind? His fear is masked with a stoic thin line of his lips pressed together, emotions securely hidden behind his eyes. They tell you nothing, you don’t know what he’s thinking, but you can feel his pain, the hurt, the betrayal.

“You’ve proved me wrong,” You say, looking at him, “I don’t think there is anybody else who deserves this more then you do, and I am so sorry that I almost took that from you.”

-It was the most honest apology he’d ever received, and in no time you were in his arms, in the confines of the bathroom where no one, not even granny, could see the tears that fell from the ghost hounds eyes. His heart had been beating so fast, his hands felt frozen solid and yet he grappled you in, his hands finding solace on the growing bump.

(AN: This was 100% self indulgent. Should I make this a series?)

[heizlut]

The Academy’s Darling

ꕀ cw: dubcon

ꕀ tags: sub fem!reader, dom (kinda yandere)!mortefi, fingering, corruption if you squint, unprotected sex, humiliation if you squint

ꕀ nsfw under the cut

ꕀ m!list here

When Mortefi heard there was someone new within the Huaxu Academy, he rolled his eyes thinking about how as if adding another body to the Academy would make them work any faster.

He didn’t hide his frustration when he was informed that this very same person would be working in the department as him, the department of safety. He had no intention of training someone and having them slow down his work even more. That is, until he found out that person was you.

When you walked through the large doors of the Academy, all eyes seemed to be on you, taking in the new person among them. You had the brightest smile on your face as you practically pranced through the place, greeting everyone with friendly hello.

Mortefi raised a brow at your cheerful demeanor but couldn’t seem to tear his golden eyes away from you. He watched as you chatted animatedly with Baizhi as she gave you a run down of what you were to do.

Mortefi’s heart nearly jumped from his chest when you met his gaze only after Baizhi pointed him out to saying you’d be working with him. He would write off such a reaction as merely being startled by the sudden attention, but was that really the truth?

You walked over to him, your pretty little dress swishing with your movements and your hand outstretched to shake his, "I look forward to working with you." Mortefi looked down at you hand for a moment then cleared his throat and shook your hand with a stern but curious look in his eyes, "Just don't slow me down."

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As time went on, Mortefi began to get used to your antics and the pretty little dresses you wore (although he found that to be quite the ill-suited thing to wear when one is designing weapons and safety technology...).

You always tried so hard to get him to praise and acknowledge you, something he begrudgingly found adorable. Always looking up at him with the prettiest eyes whenever you finished a task he assigned you. Fuck, you were cute...

But one thing he could never stand was the way you seemed so close to everyone else, especially Siqi. Mortefi can feel his anger bubbling up whenever you would laugh and act all cute around Siqi, "accidentally" bumping into him just so your body would press against his... Doing things you used to only do with Mortefi until now.

Siqi was a fucking loser in Mortefi's book, so why the hell were you so seemingly interested in a guy like that? You were his assistant for fucks sake, not Siqi’s. Mortefi clenches his fists when he hears you happily agree to meet up with Siqi after you both were off for the day. Absolutely fucking not. He wasn't about to let that happen.

As you walk back over towards Mortefi to continue whatever work he had asked you to do, Moretfi wanted to wipe that stupid dazed smile off your pretty face. Once you're close enough, his hand darts out and grips your arm, unceremoniously pulling you into any empty workshop.

Looking up at him, offended and taken aback, he scowls down at you, "What do you think you're doing?" You shoot him an incredulous glare right back, "I could ask you the same thing. If you wanted to speak to me, all you had to do was ask."

Moretfi scoffs, rolling his eyes, "I'm hardly in the mood to play nice. Especially when my own assistant is so obviously gushing over a man that isn't even worth her time." You blink up at him, processing his words as your hostile features melt into innocence and confusion, "What? Are you talking about Siqi?" Mortefi narrows his eyes, "Bold of you to speak another man's name in front of me, let alone agree to a little date with him after work. As if I'd allow that."

Your eyebrows furrow at his words, "What are you implying right now?" Mortefi uses his free hand to caress your cheek, before gripping your jaw tightly as he leans in only mere inches from your lips, "It seems I need to take a more direct approach." Before you can even question him, his lips are on yours.

Your eyes widen, his soft lips contrasting against the force of the kiss. Pulling back slightly, but still keeping his firm grip on your jaw, Mortefi smirks, "Do you get it now? You're my sweet little darling and I won't allow anyone else to have you."

All you can do is gawk at him. Sure, he's a ridiculously handsome and intelligent man and of course, you’d been vying for his attention since starting here, but since when did he ever show an interest with you? As far as you knew, he practically hated your guts for just being assigned as his assistant, so what was all this...?

Mortefi can almost see the thoughts swirling around as you try to make sense of this new development. Chuckling, he leans down again as he presses kisses along your jawline and to your neck, cooing sweetly at you, "I promise I'll take good care of you, so be a good girl and forget about that little nobody."

Despite his slightly unhinged tone, you couldn't help but melt a little in his grasp as his lips trace softly over your sensitive flesh, tilting your head slightly to grant him more access. Smirking against your neck at your compliance, he speaks, "You've always been so good about following directions..."

You let out a soft whimper at his words as you tangle your free hand into his fiery locks. Seeing you so compliant now, he frees the grip he had on your arm, allowing you to touch wherever you pleased.

Without warning, Mortefi grips the underside of your thighs and lifts you onto the metal work table behind you, forcing your legs to spread to accommodate his body between them. His golden eyes lock on yours with fierce possessiveness, his tone soft but commanding, "Let me show you the pleasures you can recieve when you belong to me and only me."

Not waiting for a response, he kisses down your neck and towards your exposed collarbones while his large, gloved hands slide up your thighs. Perhaps he was actually thankful you wore these stupid dresses to work, realizing now what easy access he has to you without needing to fumble around with belts and buttons, clothes he would ultimately leave in tatters. His gloved fingers tease along the edges of your panties, so close to where you were beginning to ache for him as you whine softly, "P-please touch me..."

The corners of Mortefi's lips twitch up and his hot breath fans over your collarbones, "Aww, but darling, I'm already touching you. What more could you possibly need?~" Whimpering again, you raise your hips, wordlessly trying to direct where you need his touch. A low chuckle falls from his lips, "Words, darling. Use your words." You furrow your eyebrows as your mouth forms a cute little pout, only spurring on his teasing, "Come on. Open those pretty lips and talk to me while you can before I fuck all sense out of you."

His words alone draw a moan from your lips, "Sir, please t-touch my pussy..." Mortefi's smirk widens as he lowers himself to be level with your cute, needy cunt covered by the cutest cotton panties, "Good girl."

His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties as he slowly tugs them down, relishing in the sight of the string of your slick connected from your weeping cunt to soaked undergarments. Stuffing the panties into his pocket, his eyes flit up to your dazed and curious expression, "Consider these as my souvenir~"

With his gaze returning to your dripping cunt, he brings one gloved hand to his mouth, tugging at the fingertips of the material with his teeth as he slides it off. The sight alone has you clenching desperately around nothing, of course the sight of your twitching hole doesn't go unnoticed to Mortefi. With his hand now free of the glove, he lightly rubs the pad of his thumb up through your soaked folds and up to your clit, drawing the prettiest, breathy moan from you, "Don't you see? Good girls get rewarded..."

With two fingers, he prods at your hole, letting your slick coat the tips of them before he slowly pushes in. The squelching sound of your pussy makes his cock ache terribly within its confines, desperate to be inside of you. The noise sounds so sinful and the smell of your arousal fills the air around you. Your features scrunch in bliss as Moretfi curls his fingers upwards towards that spongy spot inside of you that has you immediately clenching around his digits, "Ngh... R-right there..."

Mortefi looks so smug as your reactions boost his ego even further. His free hand travels up from your hips til it reaches your breast, squeezing the supple flesh in his palm as it molds to his touch. As much as he wanted you to be completely bare before him, he would be damned if anyone had the chance to feast their eyes on what belongs to him.

His touch gets rougher and his fingers pump harder into you as he grows even more possessive and more pissed off thinking about how that loser might've gotten the chance to have you like this if he hadn't taken control of the situation when he did. Mortefi lets out a low growl, "This little pussy is all fucking mine. You better remember that."

You moan so sweetly, your head rolls back as your hips move in time with his ministrations, pussy clenching hard as you near your release. Before you can cum, Mortefi pulls with fingers out abruptly, slapping your pussy with his soaked hand as you cry out, "You don't get to cum unless it's all over my cock."

Quickly, Mortefi undoes his belt, the metal clinking as it's opened. His fingers work quickly as he tugs his pants down, his throbbing cock slaps up against his abdomen, the tip flushed red and leaking pre cum. He grips it in his hands, giving it a few pumps before lowering towards your awaiting cunt. He taps the leaky tip against your clit with a dangerous look in his eyes, "Take a good look, darling. Watch closely as I claim what belongs to me."

Your eyes drift down to where his tip rubs against your entrance, your juices and his pre cum mixing together. Your eyes flutter as you whine at the stretch of his cock pushing into your tight, wet walls.

Mortefi lets out a low groan as his length stretches you out, forcing your cunt to mold to his thickness as he presses deep into you, "Look at that... Taking my cock just like you should..." Your lips part as breathy and needy moans and cries come from you, your cunt squelching and making such a mess around his cock as he thrusts into you with raw desire.

A shudder wracks through Mortefi's toned body when his tip brushes against your cervix, a growl crawling up his throat as his features twist with pleasure and the desire to own you completely, "I should fill you with my cum, filling your precious womb with my seed." You lean back, your back arched and giving him the prettiest view of your bouncing tits underneath your dress.

A sharp breath escaped his gritted teeth as he fucks into you, "But alas, I'd rather see your pretty little dress covered in my cum. Let's see what that nobody thinks then when he realizes you're such a slut for me, hmm?" "N-no, don't -ngh!-", you cry out, protesting against him.

Mortefi rolls his eyes as he grips your hips with force, his cock hitting so deep as your pussy makes a mess all over his cock, "I don't remember giving you a say in what I do to you." You whimper and moan, defenseless to the pleasure he's giving you.

Your eyes wander towards the door that was partially cracked open, your thoughts beginning to wander from Mortefi and his brutal thrusts. Mortefi's hand shoots out and grips your jaw, redirecting your focus to him, "I explicitly told you to keep your eyes on me."

His golden eyes pierce into yours in a fierce look that almost dares you to defy him again. He leans in, pressing a forceful kiss to your lips. His grip on your jaw forces your mouth to open for him as his tongue enters and flicks against yours.

Everything about this is messy. Your pussy soaking his cock, your saliva mixing with his as it makes a mess of your swollen lips. You were such a fucking sight to see. A sight that belonged to him, and him alone. His balls ache and tighten as he drinks you in, losing himself to your cunt that tightens around his length so prefectly.

With a heaving grunt, Mortefi quickly pulls out of you, stroking his cock with a fast pace, "Gonna -fuck- Gonna cum all over this pretty dress. Make you walk around with it -ngh!- Show everyone you belong to me."

With a final growl, his cock throbs as ropes of his milky cum spurt out onto the soft material of your dress, staining it with his essence in a primal claim over you. Mortefi's body shudders as he cums down from his high, laziliy stroking his spent cock as he rides out his orgasm.

Through dazed eyes, he manages to smirk at you, his eyes drinking in the sight of you covered in his cum, "You look even prettier like this..." Your lips form a cute pout that he just cannot resist, leaning in and kissing your lips that are red and abused from earlier rough kisses.

Mortefi pulls back, running his thumb across your bottom lip, his voice husky as he speaks, "My pretty darling~" There is a beat of silence between you two as you both get lost in each other's gaze before he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the work table and back onto the ground.

Your cute and now ruined dress falls back into place. Mortefi steps back, goldens eyes wandering over your flushed form and stained dress, tucking himself back into his pants.

Before either of you can speak, the door slide open and both of you whip your heads towards the newcomer. Siqi pauses in his step, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. A look of conflicted embarrassment crosses his features as he clears his throat awkwardly, "I u-uh..."

Mortefi just acts innocent with a smug lilt of his voice, "Oh dear~ Is something the matter?" You try to side-step behind Mortefi as you attempt to conceal yourself and your cum-stained dress from the man you had previously promised to see later.

But Mortefi stops you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he smirks at Siqi, making sure you and your ruined dress are in full view of the flustered man, "If you're done gawking, isn't it about time you got back to work?"

Siqi's eyes widen and he nods, feeling as though he's been thoroughly made inferior to the genius before him, "Y-yes, sir." Mortefi waves him off with a flick of his wrist, "Get to it then." Siqi quickly turns on his heels, rushing out with his cheeks flushed red in a mix of shame and embarrassment.

You look up at Mortefi with a pouty glare, "That wasn't very nice..." He breathes out a laugh and pulls you tighter against him with a shurg, "Why should I care what he thinks? I was simply reminding him that you belong to me." You just let out a little defeated huff that Mortefi can't help but find quite endearing.

Letting go of your waist, he taps your ass playfully, "Go on, get back out there and get to work." You give a cute glare back at him which only spurs him on, his grin widening, "Go show off your dress as well. Show the rest of the Academy what a sweet darling you are for me~"

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a/n: rip to siqi… idk how i feel about this one, ladies and gents. it could’ve been better. perhaps a part two is order to redeem myself for this one. also shoutout to those who reblog my posts with tags, the extra help in getting my works spread means a whole lot to me and y'all do not go unnoticed. ily🥹

[wuwaworld]

SMAU [Wuwa x Reader]

random moments with Mortefi, Aalto, & Calcharo. (with you mostly getting in trouble.)

can be seen as platonic/romance. i made these on a whim and couldn't resist to post it :P

tw: obviously ooc men, a bit of spoilers in Mortefi's part(?)

Aalto

Calcharo

Mortefi

[aventurineswife]

hellooooo! this is my first request on this blog if requests are currently open. If it's alright with you, may i have Jiyan Mortefi, or Yuanwu with a teen!reader who's like mafuyu from project sekai when she ran away from her controlling mom after a really bad arguement?

The Weight of Perfection

Tags: Jiyan x Reader, Mortefi x Reader, Yuanwu x Reader, Teen!Reader, Emotional healing, Parental expectations, Supportive platonic relationships, Angst, Mentorship, Hopeful.

Warnings: Emotional distress, Family pressure, Mentions of mental health struggles, Possible self-doubt or identity crises.

The forest was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves carried by the evening breeze. Jiyan, standing at the edge of a small clearing, surveyed the area with a calculating gaze. His Midnight Rangers were camped nearby, their fires flickering against the encroaching darkness. But something had caught his attention—a presence that felt out of place.

He stepped forward, his hair swaying behind him. Among the shadows, he spotted you huddled against a tree, knees pulled tightly to your chest. Trembling but defiant, your tear-streaked face was illuminated briefly by the moonlight.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jiyan said calmly, crouching down to your level. His voice was gentle but firm, like the steady winds before a storm. “This forest is dangerous.”

You flinched but didn’t look up. “I had nowhere else to go,” you murmured.

Jiyan studied you carefully. Your clothes were neat but wrinkled, as if they had been packed hastily. Your hollow, tired eyes spoke volumes—a weight far heavier than anyone your age should bear.

“I can tell,” he said softly, sitting down beside you. “You’ve run from something.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “My mom,” you whispered. “She wants me to be perfect. Good grades, sports, everything. But... I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Jiyan’s gaze softened. “I understand,” he said. “Once, I thought I had to be someone I wasn’t, too. A healer, just like my family wanted. But there comes a time when you have to decide for yourself who you want to be.”

You looked at him for the first time, searching his face for any sign of judgment. Instead, you found quiet resolve and empathy.

“You’re safe here,” Jiyan assured you. “Stay with us tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll figure out what comes next.”

As the night deepened, Jiyan called forth the Qingloong, its ethereal form circling above to guard the camp. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of safety, a storm’s eye amidst the chaos of your life.

Mortefi adjusted his pristine gloves, a frown tugging at his lips. The quiet knock at his workshop door had been an unwelcome interruption. He wasn’t expecting visitors, least of all at this hour.

When he opened the door, the sight before him made him pause. You stood there, disheveled and out of breath, clutching a small bag like it was the only thing tethering you to the world.

“Who sent you?” Mortefi asked sharply, though his tone softened when he noticed your trembling hands.

“No one,” you said, your voice barely audible. “I just... I didn’t know where else to go.”

Mortefi’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t accustomed to unannounced visitors, much less ones who looked like they were on the verge of breaking. He stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter.

“Sit,” he said curtly, clearing a space amidst the neatly arranged tools and schematics. He watched as you hesitated, then sank into the chair, your movements stiff with exhaustion.

“Now,” Mortefi said, crossing his arms, “explain.”

The words spilled out in a rush. “My mom. She wants me to be perfect. I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Mortefi’s gaze sharpened. He saw himself in your words—years of suffocating under expectations, of being shaped into something he wasn’t. He knelt down, his fiery hair catching the light.

“You’re not a tool to be used,” he said firmly. “You’re a person, and you deserve to decide who that person is.”

You stared at him, surprised by the warmth beneath his stern exterior. “But... what if I don’t know who I am?”

Mortefi’s lips quirked in a rare, gentle smile. “Then we’ll figure it out. Together.”

He stood, extending a hand. “Come. I’ve just finished a prototype for a toy dragon. Perhaps it’ll help clear your mind.”

For the first time in days, you smiled—a small, fragile thing, but genuine. And as Mortefi guided you into his world of invention and fire, you began to feel the faint stirrings of hope.

The gym was empty, save for the soft hum of the overhead lights. Yuanwu wiped his hands on a towel, preparing to lock up for the night when he heard the faint creak of the door.

“Hello?” he called, his voice calm but firm.

You stepped inside, drenched from the rain, your bag slung over one shoulder. Your eyes were downcast, but Yuanwu could see the exhaustion etched into your features.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Yuanwu set the towel down, his kind eyes taking in your soaked clothes and trembling frame. “Come in,” he said gently. “You look like you need a warm drink.”

He guided you to a chair near the corner of the gym, where the scent of freshly brewed tea lingered. Handing you a steaming cup, he sat down across from you.

“Take your time,” he said, his voice soothing. “You’re safe here.”

You sipped the tea, your hands shaking slightly. Finally, you spoke. “I ran away. My mom... she expects me to be perfect. I can’t. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Yuanwu nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Perfection is a heavy burden,” he said. “It’s not something anyone should have to carry alone.”

You looked up at him, surprised by his understanding. “What if I don’t know who I’m supposed to be?”

Yuanwu smiled, the faint lines around his eyes softening. “That’s the beauty of it,” he said. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. What matters is that you keep searching.”

He stood, gesturing to the training mats. “Whenever you’re ready, we can start with a lesson. Martial arts isn’t just about strength—it’s about finding balance, both in the body and the mind.”

You hesitated, then nodded. For the first time in a long while, you felt a flicker of hope, like the first rays of dawn breaking through a storm. And under Yuanwu’s patient guidance, you began to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could find yourself again.

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can i request for mortefi x f!reader relationship fluff hcs?

💌 → « CRIMSON SCALES. »

CONCEPT; HEADCANONS . HOW IS MORTEFI LIKE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU?

TOPICS/WARNINGS; NONE

sorry if this is kinda bad 🥲 this my first time doing headcanons

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who dedicates himself to work, and he usually dismisses your texts or attempts to talk with him during work hours. but know that as soon as he gets home, or off-duty, you're all his, and he's all yours.

he's greeted by you as he walks in the door, giving you a small forehead kiss. "oh how lucky i am to be greeted by an angel, what are we having for tonight?" he asks, setting down his things onto the couch as he savors the view of you.

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would usually come home exhausted, but if you ever needed to rest instead, he'd be happy to cook, clean, and so on.

he'd come home to see you plopped down on the couch, tired as you were barely awake, laying on your sides. he'd lean over to you, giving you a light peck on the cheek before heading to the kitchen to cook you both dinner.

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would not be scared to give you logical advice, even if it would sting a bit.

you found comfort in his arms as you ranted about some problem you encountered with an ex-friend. "well, sweetheart, i think you should just confront them and admit your mistakes."

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would spoil you with compliments, and acts of service. though if you wanted, he would spoil you materially too.

you'd be struggling to tie the back of your dress as you were getting ready to go out with him, before feeling a warm hand on your lower back, "you need help with this, my beautiful lady? or do you need a new dress for this stunning body?"

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would try his best to comfort and help you when you're in stress.

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who would try to act okay even if he's exhausted to not get you to worry (you'd end up knowing anyway.)

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who has a soft spot for you.

ᡣ𐭩 MORTEFI who is willing to shift his (very sacred) routine for you.

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sia's note: i really dislike the way i laid this out im so sorry 😭🙏 lowk i wna delete this the more i look at it omg

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