cxsmosnaut

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Title: Clingy.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Wanderer x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: AFAB!Reader, Modern AU, Non/Con, Blood, Intimidation/Threats of Violence, Toxic Relationships, Emotional Abuse, Slight Financial Abuse, and Codependent Behavior.

On your third date, your boyfriend-at-the-time demanded that you give him a spare key to your ‘shitty shoebox of an apartment’, despite refusing to so much as let you into the penthouse Ei had leased for him while going to a university a hundred or so miles away from the multi-story, marble sculpted, beachside mansion he’d reluctantly flown you out to when he got sick of listening to you ask why he still hadn't introduced you to his moms eight months into your relationship. That probably should’ve been your first red flag, but somehow, you’d persisted. He brought out your competitive side, like that.

He made you want to dig your nails in, plant your teeth in your neck, and refuse to let go. It wasn’t good for you, but nothing he did was good for anyone. That never stopped him from doing it, though.

You could only assume that this – Kunikuzushi, your boyfriend of eighteen months and your ex-boyfriend of one, splayed across the couch in your living room, the keys he’d never given back dangling from his ring finger and the phone you’d forgotten when you left for work that morning in the other – wasn’t going to be good for you, either.

You didn’t say anything at first. It was all you could do to groan, to shake your head, to pretend you didn’t see him or didn’t care long enough to throw your messenger bag onto the nearest chair and tear off your jacket. He’d clearly made himself at home. A textbook was open on your coffee table, a drink from the cheap, trendy café he’d always whined about having to take you to sitting half-empty next to it. He wasn’t looking at either, though, his attention entirely centered on your phone. You didn’t have the energy to pretend to be surprised. He used to like to go through your conversations and delete the contacts he ‘didn’t trust’ when you were together, too, but you’d been more willing to write it off as the cute-but-concerning tick of a jealous boyfriend, back then. You must’ve fallen out of practice after your breakup.

You opened your mouth, but he was ultimately the one to break the silence. “You know Ajax?”

You crossed your arms. “Why are you here?”

“I mean, I know you’re in the same microbiology course, but c’mon, him? The fucker couldn’t tell a proton from a nucleolus. Honestly, I’m surprised he hadn’t flunked out yet. Give it another semester - he’ll be gone by spring, I promise.”

“I didn’t say you could come over.”

“I texted you last night. Did you try to block me again?” You’d blocked him, then reported his number, then changed yours when he’d started using burner phones to drunk dial you in the small hours of the morning and leave disjointed, rambling voice mails about how well he was doing without you, how much time he had now that you weren’t pestering him, how many people he’d slept with since the last time you'd seen each other. All of it was bullshit, obviously, but it was his bullshit. Somehow, he always knew just how to get under your skin. “Scratch that – I’ll take care of it. I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to get through a month without my help.”

You grit your teeth. Swallowing as much of your anger as you could, you stepped in front of him, snatching your phone out of his hands and retreating before he had a chance to take it back. You were tempted to look at what he’d been scrolling through, see which conversation had gotten him so upset, but you forced yourself to turn off your phone completely, to set it down on the far side of your coffee table and think about something else. It’d take hours to fix the damage he’d done, to unblock all the acquaintances he didn’t approve of and the apologize to all the friends he'd insulted under your name. You’d rather get rid of him first, then try to fix everything he'd already started to tear apart. “Get out.”

He scanned over you, his eyes lingering on the wrinkles in your button-up shirt, the cheap material of your dress pants. “Y'know, if we were still together, you wouldn’t have to put up with that shitty job. You could just quit and finally move in with me.”

Once, you’d let him buy you a new laptop when yours gave out in the middle of the semester and you didn’t think you’d be able to scrape enough up for another before you next exam. It’d been a used model, already a few years out of date, and you swore up and down that you’d pay him back when you had the money, but he’d held it over your head for months, smirked and gloated and taken every opportunity to remind you how grateful you should be to have a boyfriend so willing to spoil his oh-so-unfortunate partner. He hadn’t let you pay him back. He hadn’t let you pay for anything until he’d gotten tired of playing savior and went back to acting like a brat, too desperate for your attention to care if he was in-charge. You doubt he’d be any more bearable if you actually moved in with him, if you lived in his house and relied on his good-will. If you actually depended on him.

But, rather trying to say any of that in a way he’d understand, you sighed, clenching your eyes shut. “It’s an internship and I need it for my major. Get out.”

His scowl wavered. “When did you get so bossy? This isn’t going to work if you think you can tell me what to do.”

“I’m not bossy, you’re just a prick. Get out.”

He sat up, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Cut it out. I’m not going to want to get back together if you keep acting so immature.

“I don’t want to get back together with you.” And then, gesturing towards your door. “Get. Out.”

If nothing else, that seemed to shut him up.

It took a few seconds, but eventually, he responded. There was an airy laugh, a thin smile, a certain air of hurt disbelief as he sat up. “You really aren't kidding, are you?”

You didn’t indulge him with a reaction. Rather, you watched with a pressed scowl as he pushed himself to his feet and stepped toward you. He was in his usually ‘too cool to try, but too bored not to’ get-up – ripped jeans and long sleeves striped in black and violet, half a dozen rings and bolts pierced into the curve of each ear and a belt from a brand you couldn’t name, but knew you were supposed to tacked on to further feed into his ego. He must’ve been here all day. His short hair was more disheveled than he usually liked it to be, and you could see more irritation in his dark eyes than you were used to, paired with a certain type of frustration that only ever slipped out when you managed to keep him waiting. You hadn’t, technically (you couldn’t be late to meet someone who you didn’t want to see), but you didn’t bother trying to point that out.

“I thought it’d be nice to see you after… How long? Five weeks?” He glanced down, starting to toy with something in his back pocket. “I thought we could order lunch, talk for a while, maybe watch a movie or something. Then, I don’t know…” His smile took on an apologetic lull, almost pleading. “Kiss and make up? It’s not like any of this is new for us.”

He wasn’t wrong. You’d been together for a year and a half, and most of that had been spent caught up in ear-splitting, tear-inducing, world-ending fights. He’d burn the notes you borrowed from your classmate, and you'd refuse to talk to him for a week. You’d decide you were over his constant mood swings and go on a date with the cute guy from your calculus class, and he’d mail a slab of raw meat to your best friend because, in his own words, ‘you couldn’t come up with such a stupid idea by yourself’. It wasn’t balanced, you would never be able to give as much as he took, but still. When he started yelling, you did too, and when he showed up at your door a few days later, his eyes still bloodshot from crying, you always took him back. Because he was Kunikuzushi. Because you loved him.

Because you knew he’d make your life hell, if you didn’t.

Which was exactly why you couldn’t just… kiss and make up, this time. Not if it’d mean swallowing your pride and letting him get everything he wanted.

You sighed, but kept your arms crossed, your expression stern. “I’m tired, Kuni. I don’t want to do this anymore.” You paused, bit down on the side of your tongue. “It’s not good for either of us. We’re not good together. I don’t want to pretend that we are.”

His smile wavered, but didn’t fall. “What do you mean, babe?”

“I mean,” You braced yourself, shut your eyes. “I think you should leave.”

At least he seemed to hear that. You watched with as little sympathy as you could manage as his grin cracked and fell away, as his shoulders slumped downward, as he let out an airy chuckle that cracked halfway through. “You’re breaking up with me?”

“We broke up a month ago.” And he’s been insufferable ever since. “And we’re not getting back together.”

Parted lips, glassy eyes. He raked a hand through his bangs, doing what he could to blink away the tears slowly forming in the corners of his eyes. This wasn’t new, and yet, you still found yourself struggling not to break, not to embrace him and mutter soothing nothings while he sobbed quietly into your shirt and wrapped his arms around your waist and, inevitably, ended up on his knees, his face buried between your legs as he made you cum until you forgot why you’d been mad at him in the first place. “Fine. That’s fine. Honestly, that’s great. I don’t know why I’d ever want to be with such a heartless bit—” His voice broke before he could finish. He made a half-hearted effort to wipe at his eyes, but that only drew more attention to the tears starting to roll down his flushed cheeks, only made you more tempted to pull him into a kiss and act like this had never happened. “Fine. If you’re really that sick of me, I’ll go.”

He pushed past you, starting towards your door. That was what you wanted. Kunikuzushi gone, your apartment empty, your life just a little less fucked than it always seemed to be when he was a part of it. You should’ve let him go. You should’ve stood there until he was gone. You should’ve let him leave.

But you heard another hitched sob, a string of muttered swearing, and something in your chest broke open. With a shallow sigh, you dropped your arms to your sides, forcing yourself to speak through clenched teeth. “…do you want a hug before you leave?”

Kunikuzushi glanced over his shoulder. “A hug? What do you think I am, a toddler?”

“It's the only thing I'm putting on the table. Do you want it or—”

You never got the chance to finish. His arms were already around you, pinning your arms to your torso as he buried his face in your shirt. You choked back your protests, forced yourself to fight the instinct to push him away, and in a few excoriating seconds, his hold on you loosened, his back straightening, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder and his lips pressing into your neck. There was a lingering8 kiss laid onto your jugular, then another to the corner of your jaw, but you didn’t bother to try and push him away. Instead, you only shifted in his arms, nudging at his chest. You’d gotten yourself into this, called him back when he was a few steps away from leaving. You only had yourself to blame. “I didn’t say you could—”

“I knew you’d change your mind.” A hand fell to the small of your back, the heel of his palm pressing into the base of your spine. “You always do. You always make the right choice, in the end.”

You opened your mouth, ready to remind him that you weren’t taking him back, but you hesitated. He was always weird, just a little too hostile, just a little too desperate to keep you close to him, but you didn’t trust the levity in his voice, the way his smile pressed into your skin despite how close he’d come to crying a few minutes ago. “I think…” You trailed off, bit down on the side of your tongue. “I haven't changed my mind. You have to—”

Something flat and stiff pressed into your back – the blunt edge of a switchblade. His switchblade, you realized, dredging up hazy memories of bandages wrapped around thighs and hollow promises that he’d be more careful, next time. You heard his nails drum against smooth metal, felt something cold and sharp cut into the skin above your shoulder blade, and you froze, your mind instantly going blank.

He laughed, the noise cracking and airy. Warm breath fanned over the crook of your neck, and he melted into you, nuzzling into the curve of your throat. “I love you.” And then, pressing the blade into your flesh. “Say you love me too.”

Automatic, robotic. The only thing you could spit out through grit teeth. “I love you.”

Another laugh – more giddy, this time, more eager. If he noticed your reluctance, it clearly didn’t bother him. The switchblade was pulled up to the nape of your neck, then drawn in a loose arch to your collarbone, the tip never leaving your skin. “I mean, yeah, obviously. That’s why we get to stay together, even when we’re at each other’s throats.”

He paused, burrowed into you. In turn, you were dragged further into his chest, but pushed away just as quickly, allowed to get just far enough to make it possible for Kunikuzushi to raise his free hand to the collar of your shirt and drag you into a clumsy, rushed kiss – too rough and too forceful for anyone but him to enjoy. His teeth scraped against your lips, his tongue dragging over yours, but he pulled away with a breathy groan, his pale cheeks flushed and his eyes still glossed over. “…you didn’t get with anyone while I was gone, right? You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?”

How could you? He hadn’t given you room to breathe, let alone get past anything more than a first date with someone new. Even when you’d been together (actually together, not fighting or on a break), he’d been so suffocating, so possessive, you’d never been able to get any further than heavy petting, oral, his body on top of yours and your legs wrapped around his waist before he said something you couldn’t brush off and the night devolved into something... less romantic. It was hard to be with someone like Kunikuzushi, someone who acted like they’d rather give up the air in their lungs than a second of your time. Even after a year and a half, it was hard to let your guard down around him when he seemed so willing to give you every reason you ever could've needed to keep it up.

You guessed you should’ve expected this, looking back on it. He’d was bound to get tired of waiting for you to trust him eventually.

This was just his way of letting you know that he’d never really needed you to, in the first place.

Stiltedly, you shook your head, and he let out a relieved sigh. “Perfect. That’s why we’re supposed to be together.” He kissed the corner of your lips, then your forehead. “You’d never hurt me.”

He didn’t give you time to respond. Instead, he took you by the hand – his fingers intertwining with yours as he turned and tugged you forward, moving to lead you further into your apartment. The switchblade left your skin, falling momentarily to his side, and for a few brief seconds, you considered trying to get away, jerking yourself out of your hold and running as far away as you could get from him and his fucking issues. You made a passing effort, but Kunikuzushi’s grip turned crushing as soon as you began to shift, and you gave up before he could break something more vital than your heart. He was between you and the door, you and your phone. He had a knife, a weapon. He had you, and until he decided he was done, he wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.

With little ceremony, you were drawn out of your living room and into your cramped bedroom. Kunikuzushi let go of your hand, but you didn’t have time to run before you were being pushed onto your unmade bed, before he was straddling your waist and pinning you to the center of the mattress. The knife was brought back to your neck, but quickly plunged lower, slid beneath your uppermost button and used to separate thread from fabric. Somehow, annoyance managed to overshadow your panic, if only for as long as it took for one rational thought to be followed by another. This was your nicest shirt, one of a handful you’d splurged on for your internship, but it wasn’t like Kunikuzushi would ever understand anything like that. It wasn’t like he’d ever tried to, before.

The tip caught on the slight dip below your diaphragm and you winced, a few dots of red immediately seeping into white fabric. You winced, beginning to protest on reflex. “Kuni’, that—”

“I’ll take care of it.” Absentminded, only half conscious that he was speaking at all. He reached the hem, pulling his switchblade free and letting your dress shirt fall away from your chest and over your shoulders, as useless as it was embarrassing. “I’ll take care of everything when we’re done. Just sit pretty and keep your mouth shut for a while.”

Really, you could only wonder why you hadn’t dumped him sooner.

Your pants were next, slits carved into the material over your hips and ruined fabric torn away. He moved to cut off your boxers, too, but seemed to hesitate, to linger, to find the strength to pause just long enough to drag two fingers over your clothed slit and press the pad of his thumb into your clit. You hissed at the friction, but Kunikuzushi only smiled, dipping his head low enough for his lips to ghost over your collarbone, then the midline of your chest, then the tender spot just below your navel. The last was accompanied by a slight groan, throaty and deep. You did what you could to block it out. This would be better if you didn’t think about it, if you just imagined he was trying to win you back after a fight, that there was a wilting rose in his other hand and not a knife already stained with your blood.

It was almost a mercy when his hands finally slipped under the hem of your boxers, doing away with your last layer of protection with only a slight laugh and a lilting smile. You did what you could to relax, to lean back and close your eyes, but Kunikuzushi’s weight was an ever-present anchor to reality, only made worse as he shifted lower, as he pulled your legs apart and threw them over his shoulders. He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses into the inside of your thighs, his teeth ghosting over tender flesh as he sucked harsh bruises into whatever he could reach. This was his favorite part, by far. He’d always been clingy – possessive to the point of total, nail-biting, jaw-locking paranoia. At first, you’d been able to write it off as a sort of overeager enthusiasm that came with a new relationship, but he’d never stopped. He was always ready, always desperate to dig his teeth into your skin and leave as many marks as you’d let him – or rather, as many as he possibly could before you were able to pry him away. Even then, you’d tried to think of it as cute, just one of the quirks of your immature-but-loving boyfriend. Now, all you could do was hope it’d be over soon.

It took him full minutes to actually reach your cunt, for his tongue to lave over your slit. Instantly, you stiffened, clenching your eyes shut and attempting to ignore the heady sounds of his whimpering moans, the feeling of his tongue tracing patterns in your entrance. It was sloppy, messy, all drool and teeth and clutching hands, but warmth flooded into your core as the bridge of his nose ground into your clit, as his hands wrapped around your hips and dragged you that much closer to his mouth. Everything he did was dirty, but he knew you, knew your body, knew that you’d have to spread your legs as soon as his tongue thrust into you.

You arched your back as two fingers slid into your entrance alongside his tongue, scissoring you open while his attention shifted to your clit – his lips sealing around the sensitive bundle of nerves while he sucked gently. If he hadn’t been so vocal, it might’ve been more bearable, but no, he couldn’t seem to stop whining into your cunt, to stop sending waves of those awful reverberations from your clit to your core every time he whimpered or grunted or moaned. Before you could stop yourself, your hips were rolling weakly against his mouth as he nursed you through your sudden climax. When you fell limp, his mouth fell away, but his hand still cupped your pussy, his fingers still curling and thrusting inside of you.

He didn’t slow down, didn’t let up, not until you were crying out and clenching around him, not until you could feel the slick running down your thighs, soaking into your sheets. He didn’t stop until you were babbling – spitting out incoherent pleas for him to slow down before the overstimulation turned from overwhelming to agonizing. You were forced to endure another kiss to the inside of your thigh, the wet sound of his tongue running over his fingers, but he pulled away in a few seconds, finally letting you have just enough space to breathe. Even that was temporary, cut short by his lips crashing into yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, as little as you wanted to. You could feel him panting against your lips, and it was all you could do not to scream.

He pulled away abruptly, grinning. “You’re a virgin.”

It wasn’t a question, but you found yourself shaking your head, denying it on instinct. “I never—"

“You didn’t have to.” There was a peck to the corner of your lips, another to your cheek. “I know everything about you. Your parents were too strict to let you date in high school, and none one’s ever lasted more than a couple of weeks with you before me. Since you wouldn’t so much as take off your shirt around me before our three-month anniversary, I’m going to assume you weren’t a total slut before we met.”

You narrowed your eyes, shoving gently at his chest. You just needed space. You just needed him to get away from you. “So?”

“So,” he leaned in, his smiling growing that much wider. “I’m going to ruin you.”

It was something about his tone, the dark glint in his eyes as he leered over you. Your heart dropped in your chest, and very distinctly, something very large and very sharp began to crawl up your throat.

You started to shake your head, but he was already edging jeans downward, already freeing his cock – the flushed tip leaking precum in fat, white pearls. His weight was enough to keep you pinned down as he aligned himself with your entrance, as he traced the head over the length of your slit, and his eyes never left your face, your expression painted with heavy strokes of horror and disbelief. He never wavered, never blinked, even as he thrust inside of you, bottoming out in a single uninterrupted motion. Even as you cried out, the sound more pained than anything else. Even as you felt a single, warm teardrop fall off of his cheek and onto yours. You hadn’t realized you’d shut your eyes, not until you forced yourself to open them, not until you found him cloudy-eyed and grinning above you.

He was crying, again.

Huh.

You thought he would’ve given up on that, by now.

He wasn’t gentle. He’d never been delicate with you, but right now, it felt like he was trying to be rough, to pin your legs against your chest and split you open every time he moved his hips, every time he found a way to hit something deeper and more sensitive inside of you. You tried to scream, but your voice caught in your throat, strangling itself into something more akin to a cracked whine and a few broken whimpers. The stretch, the pressure was more than you could take. You couldn’t stop yourself – going rigid underneath him, your eyes rolling back as your mouth fell open in a silent, agonized cry. Your reactions, however involuntary, only seemed to spur Kunikuzushi on, his pace growing more erratic and his breath now coming in quick, shallow pants. No matter what you did, it just made him worse.

You could hear him talking, distantly – little mumbled tangents forming between thrusts. “You’re just so—” He cut himself off with a long, wordless moan. “We’ll do this every day, until— until you know you don’t need anyone but me. Then, you’ll love me, and you’ll never have to—” He thrust deeper into you, letting out a fracturing laugh. “And then, I’ll rip out your tongue and cut off your legs if you try to leave. We’ll always be together. No one will ever, ever take you away from me again.”

You weren’t with him. You didn’t want to be with him. If it wasn’t for his immaturity, his manipulativeness, his fucking knife, this wouldn’t be—

His knife.

Both of his hands were on your thighs, his nails digging into your flesh, keeping your knees pressed into your chest. He wasn’t holding it. He couldn’t be.

Without daring to look away from him, you groped around the mattress blindly, your fingertips eventually brushing against something cold and metallic – his switchblade lying abandoned on the edge of the bed. You took it up before you could hesitate, gripping the handle tightly enough for the sharp corners to bite into your palm, for your hand to cramp and go numb by the time you found the strength to actually lift it up. You didn’t aim. You didn’t have time to, not unless you wanted to think about what you were doing, not unless you wanted to let Kunikuzushi win. Not unless you could—

The curved tip just barely made contact with the skin above his collarbone before you faltered, before he had time to catch your wrist in an iron-clad hold. You tried to let go of the switchblade reflexively, but his hand shifted to wrap around yours, to keep the blade pressed into his chest – applying just enough pressure to break the skin. “Do it.” Soft, drawn out, too eager to mean anything good. “I’d let you carve your name into me, if you wanted to. All you'd have to do is ask.”

You didn’t ask. You didn’t want to. You didn't want any of this, but Kunikuzushi pressed the blade in his skin regardless, letting out muttered confessions of love and loyalty as a thin red line formed in his flesh, as blood dripped down his chest and disappeared behind the loose collar of his shirt, blotting against the dark fabric. He guided your blade to his lips, next, making a small nick in the corner of his mouth before taking the switchblade out of your hand and tossing it onto the floor, out of your reach. It would’ve hurt less if he’d tried to hurt you, too, taken the blade to your skin after his own. If would've hurt less if he’d acknowledged that you’d tried to do anything at all.

You didn’t have much time to linger on that thought, though. He was already moving again, already making up for time lost by fucking into you like a man crazed. With no preparation, no warning, he jerked forward, his chest pressing into yours as he kissed you, as he forced his tongue past your teeth and smeared his blood over your lips. It felt like you were drowning in nickel, being slowly suffocated by some nameless, slick, oppressive force. It felt like you were choking, despite being able to breathe, to think as clearly as you’d ever been able to around him. It felt like you were going to die.

But, you weren’t. He’d never be so kind, he’d never let you have that kind of comfort, not when he was still grinding into you, not when his cock was twitching against the walls of cunt and he was groaning into your mouth without reservation. You could feel your poor overstimulated pussy clenching around him, your vision burning white around the edges as, for lack of anything more stable to hold onto, you wrapped your arms around his neck and raked your nails over his back, clawing into whatever you could reach. If he noticed, if he cared, it only worked to drag him that much closer, to leave him as deep as he could possibly be when he finally finished, when you felt something warm and vile flood into you.

He stayed like that for a long moment, silent and unmoving, his chest pressed into yours and his lips trailing from your mouth to your throat, settling just above your jugular. It was a small mercy when he finally pulled away and straightened his back, easing himself out of you and wiping the blood off of his face, his neck. You watched from a distance as he fixed his clothes, before pushing himself to his feet, never sparing you so much as a second glance. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Pack your stuff, and make sure you’ve gotten your shit together by then. I’m not letting a mess like you into my apartment.” He paused, lingered long enough to smile. With no sense of visible urgency, he walked to the side of your bed, retrieving his switchblade and kissing your forehead softly, gingerly, with a kind of tenderness you could only wish he’d found a few hours earlier. “I love you, babe. Even when you act like a fucking idiot.”

His grin pressed into flesh, cutting and cruel.

“And I’m so, so glad you’ve realized that you love me too.”

consensual somnophilia w scara?

Sure thing! Fem reader ahead. I was giggling when I wrote this 🤭 900 wc.

Yandere scummy Scaramouche who wakes up in a cold sweat, shooting up into a sitting position and trying to steady his, for some reason, very unbalanced breathing. He can feel a deep and hot flush on his cheeks, as well as the slight trembling below his knees— and of course, how could he ignore the way his dick so uncomfortably prods against his now painfully tight underwear. It hurts, a lot— so it’s no surprise how he restlessly shoves the weight of the heavy counterpane off his body and hurriedly pulling the fabric of his boxers down his legs, and lettings his throbbing cock spring out and slump against his abdomen. He silently lets out a small grunt of satisfaction, and even in the dim lighting from the moon that slightly peaks through the blinds, Scaramouche can still, clear as day, see the way his cock twitches happily now that it no longer suffocating in his pants.

Scaramouche brings up his hand and lets it tussle in his messy and unkept hair, pushing away the loose strands that covered his eyes. It’s quiet, the only sound being an occasional wind breeze that flows past the open window, the rustling of the sheets when his toes decide to completely disobey his bodily control and curl at the tension of his antsy erection— and the faint sound of steady and balanced breathing coming from the space beside him. He blinks, and cautiously turns his head to the side where he’s met with the sight of you, laying on your side and so comfortably snuggled under the blankets, seemingly without a single care in this god forsaken world.

You’re still asleep, that’s good, he would just hate for you to awaken with all the consistent fidgeting he’s doing. As silently as he can be, he slowly places his hands onto the area of the mattress behind him, and gets into position to lay back down— this time however, he’s turning onto his side and shimming his way closer to your body, carefully manoeuvring his way under the covers and pressing his slim chest flat up against your back. You just feel so warm and cozy as he wraps his slender arms around your waist, how your hair smells so heavenly when he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck and deeply inhaling, the pattern of your calm and gentle breathing feels so comforting against his front that he can’t help but reach down to spread apart your legs and direct his cock to slid in between your thighs.

His mouth is right up against your ear— but with the way the warm and smooth skin of your thighs squeezes his dick in so tight has him letting out a some what load moan that he couldn’t manage keep down. It just feels so fucking good that he starts rutting his hips against your ass, letting his cock slip in and out of the gap in your legs and rubbing so tenderly against your clothed pussy. He’s genuinely surprised you haven’t woken up due to all the moans he’s whining into your ear, or the way the bed had started to violently creek as he hard started to speed up, but he’s glad either way.

Although Scaramouche absolutely adores having his arms wrapped snugly around your beautiful waist, he lets his hand drop from your hip and clumsily crawl down to your underwear— finally taking note of the lack of clothing you had on— or rather, didn’t have on. No pants? That has him pressing a shambolic and tired kiss onto your neck and smiling so sloppily into your skin. “… thank you, Angel. Thank you so much, always me feel so fucking pleased, so…—” he has to stop his rambling so he can catch his breath. He could feel it, how his thrusts has started to become sloppier, his throat dry and his voice hoarse, he’s not sure if his vision is hazy due to his sudden wave of fatigue, or the fact that there are pleasure tears pooling on the water line of his eyes. One thing he does know is that he’s so close to cumming when he feels his orgasm slowly creeping up his nerves. “… so over the moon.”

What does manage to set him off though, is the way you shift your body in your unconscious state and thrust your hips back into his own, unknowingly matching the pace of his thrusts and clamping your plush thighs acceptingly around his cock. He cracks, a pathetic sob falls from his lips as he squirts his cum all over you and the bed sheets that you sleep so elegantly on. “Oh god… my fucking god…” he knows it will take a while for him to catch his breath, so he just lays behind you and pulls you closer into his embrace, letting his head fall onto your pillow and stuffing his face into your hair. “T-thank you… thank you so much… but I— I can’t… I want— no I…”

“I need more, please…” he’s not sure how the sudden wave of desire had fallen onto him again so suddenly— but as he finds himself once again ramming his aching cock between your thighs like a bunny in heat, he knows this little boost of energy that he had mysteriously acquired just now, would not end any time soon— definitely not with the way you let out cute little whimpers of your own when he reaches down to slide your slightly damp panties, down your legs. “Please— just the tip… I’ll only put the tip in this time, I swear…”

scaramouche + "bite me please."

LMAO, anyway, love your writing!

note: yandere, forced marriage, sassiness, mild sexy times

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The sound Scaramouche makes is akin to a splutter.

"What did I do," he mutters, fingers trailing over your partially bared skin, "to deserve such an unbecoming, lewd--"

"Aren't you the one currently in between my thighs, husband?"

At this, he shuts up entirely. You can practically hear the indignant expression on his face. Beautiful.

You sigh, amused, pleased at his reaction, and splay your arms out over the silken sheets underneath you. Oh, how you relish the swishing sound they made. You imagine that you were supposed to revel in the luxury afforded to you, being the wife of a Harbringer and blah, blah, blah.

But what you reveled in wasn't the thread count or the cost or the envy of the servants who made the beds, but the funny, satisfying sound the silk sheets made when you wiggled around on them.

"Obstinate," he mutters, breath puffing out against your skin. "In every way."

"You could always petition the Tsaritsa for a divorce, if you're so bothered by me." You make the grin plain in your voice, since your husband is oh-so-lovingly occupied with the opposite side of your body.

You think you've won, but then, a sudden harsh, gripping pain in your thigh forces a squeal from between your lips and you bolt upright in the bed.

Skin flushed, you look down at the red teeth marks square in the middle of your inner thigh.

He bit you!

Scaramouche smiles thinly up at you.

"I only did what you asked, dear spouse."

You huff, and prepare to gather your robe up and storm off--a good tantrum might set him straight--but he pushes you back down on the bed and looms over you before you can blink.

Oh. Oh dear. You know the look in his eyes, you know this force in his grip. Not true anger, but a rush of flushed huffiness that always makes him want to control you. Steer you somewhere, whether you like it or not.

"Where else should I bite, hm?" He asks, eyeing your skin. Your lips, your neck, your chest, and everywhere else.

Your fingers twist against the silk sheets. Swish, swish, swish.

"Anywhere you please," you say, voice twisting into mockery of a subservient, cooing spouse. You still can't decide if that's what he truly wanted out of you--why else force you into this?--or not.

There's a flush to his cheeks, a prickling heat that seems to radiate off him, and it makes you grin.

"Just know, husband, I'll bite you back for each one. Twice."

Yandere Creep! Scara who sets up cameras in your bedroom…

While checking the live footage one night, he finally gets to see you masturbating, so ofc like the gross perv he is, he excitingly takes this chance to jerk off….but something catches him off guard and has him pause his movement? Did you say something? He’ll need to replay that..

Did you just moan his name?

This took way longer then it should have, even though it’s short 💀

God knows how he snuck in to place them, or how small they’d have to be so you don’t notice,— probably climbed into your window when he knew you would be out for a decent amount of time, and hid very small cameras behind your shelves and ornaments— as well as making sure he got just the absolute perfect placement where he had access to view every single angle of you.

The first few nights that he has the live footage of your room pulled up on his computer are slow— you’re just doing ordinary stuff like studying at your desk for hours, or leaning up against your bed frame while you scroll through your phone. Repetitive activity that anyone would yawn at, but not him. Not Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who stares at your every movement through the screen with a small and content smile on his face. How he’d sit at his desk for hours, with the only time he’d look away being to rub the blur out of his eyes and to use the restroom.

You’re just so fucking adorable without even knowing it, he thinks. Every time you get up and walk out of the room to grab or do something, his eyes are carefully following your figure like a hawk— praying that you hurry up and come back into frame where he could see you, because he didn’t have enough cameras to put around your whole house. God, he just gets so excited watching you that he can’t help but let’s his hands wander down into his pants and start jerking off the boner you unknowingly had caused him.

How he’d grip his nails into the arm of his chair in desperation and thrust his hips up to counter the pace of his hand, throwing his head back and sobbing out your name in lots of pathetic, shallow whimpers when he squirts his load of cum all over his keyboard. His breath is inconsistent as he rides out his emotive orgasm, face flushed into a deep shade of vermillion with beads of sweat trickling down from his forehead to his neck. But not once. Not once do his eyes leave you as you sit quietly at your desk, with a towel wrapped snugly around your body and drops of water occasionally rolling down your glowing skin.

He bet you smelled like heaven its damn self, and he wanted nothing more then to be sitting beside you and stuffing his face into the crease of your neck to breath in your heavenly aroma— but sitting behind a screen and watching you from behind a camera was enough for him, for now. Scaramouche slightly adjusts in his chair and watches in anticipation as you stand up from your own seat and stalk over towards your bed, stopping right in front of the edge of it.

His slight curiosity quickly morphs into full faced shock when your hand reaches up to your towel to slowly untie it— and he physically feels his breath stop as the material almost elegantly falls from your body and dropping to the floor under your feet. He’s stunned, eyes blown wide and with each second that passes, he can feel how his heart rate quickly increases by the beat. “Oh… my fu— fucking god.” He staggers, his cock physically twitching in to the palm of his hand. You’re naked,

Jaw slacked, Scaramouche— who’s still in his state of shock, stares so intently as your ass allures him in almost teasingly when it sways side to side as you crawl into the middle of your bed, and lay back comfortably onto the mattress. Perfect, you looked absolutely perfect as your hands trailed down your skin and towards your— your… wait a minute, are you about to do what he think you’re about to do? He leans in so close where his head is almost touching his monitor, his hands planting on the desk surface to keep him from toppling over out of excitement— and trying so hard not to blink until you finally…

Finally bring your hand down to your thighs and spread them apart ever so slightly so your fingers can slip in between and access your pussy. He moans, a full fledged moan falls from his lips when you start teasing your cute little clit with your fingers. “Fuck, fuck, no fucking way—” is this real? Finally, what he’s been waiting for this entire time, for you to finally (and unknowingly) show him that filthy side you’ve been hiding away.

His hands are quick to reach back down to his cock, before he quickly starts to masturbate again— this time however, he has something to look at while he does so. His hand is moving at an almost inhumane speed up and down his shaft, and he knows that if you keep it up— toying with your cunt and laying so erotic looking on your bed— he won’t last for much longer.

God you sounded so fucking cute too. When you’d let out little whimpers as you slowly start to insert a finger inside your hole, Scaramouche is grunting out your name and pretending you’re making those sounds right next to his ear while he fucks into you. How you’d let out small whines and use your free hand to play with your nipples, his tongue flops out of his mouth and glides over his bottom lips to imagine he were the one doing it. The whole sight of you touching your self just has him so hot and heavy that he can’t help but grip onto his cock harder then normal and tug at it like it was going to run away.

Just as Scaramouche is about to cum, as he’s hunched so far forward and sobbing out your name in a broken tone— he hears a static sound from the audio of the camera, before your cute little voice enters his ears again. He has to pause, the rapid movement of his hand stops along the shaft of his cock as well. What was that? Was he hearing things, or did you really just—

“Mmhm— Scara!”

Oh, wow.

“Ah…” it takes a while to register, his brain racking for an answer before it finally clicks. You just… moaned his name… while you’re playing with your pretty cunt with those pretty little fingers, thinking about him. Only him, no one else. “Oh… my fucking fuck!”

Yeah… Scaramouche has never cum so hard in his life before.

Also rushed to see if he was screen recording or not. Imagine his anger if he wasn’t l m a o 💀

How do you think Yan!Wanderer would react to his darling trying to hurt him?

He grabs your wrist mid-air and hold onto it so tightly that you swear he is about to crush bone. "What the hell do you think you were doing?"

You struggled against his hold. "Let me go-"

"Shh shh. No talking, only listening." He cut you off, twisting your arm behind you back so that he could easily talk into your ear. "Because I love you, I'm going to give you one warning; causing me any kind of harm is off limits."

The pain was getting excruciating. He might look weak, but beneath that initial layer is someone who knew how to deal damage.

"Now I hope that you have enough of a mind not to try this again. But by all means, go ahead and test you luck. I don't really care, because you're never going to win. Just don't get mad at me for doing the same to you as punishment."

GENSHIN + WHERE HE LIKES TO FINISH

— ꒰ including ꒱ — diluc, alhaitham, kazuha, scaramouche, childe x fem! reader

— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — new year, new layout

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, messy, they‘re v whipped for you

— ꒰ DILUC ꒱ + inside of you

"do you feel me?"

a little coquettish, diluc spoke against your neck, rolling his hips into your spread open hole, giving into the sobbing pleasure.

you're curling your fingers into his deep red hair, lightly digging your nails into his scalp, "d-diluc, please." your shaking proceeded to become more violent and so where his sloppy thrusts.

"c-can't get enough of you, ever." he admitted, his ruts now so uncoordinated and uneven, you realized diluc was close, on the edge of his so called blissful release, a hairbreadth away from tasting the so called euphoria.

his hips added onto speed before he was able to control himself, the way your dripping pussy was engulfing the entirety of his whole length so greedily and desperate was coursing through his pulsating veins.

diluc wanted to release right now, urged you to milk him with your sweet little cunt, that belonged to him, just him.

only he was allowed to worship you, eat you out and lastly, spill his gift deep inside you until you were nothing more than a stuffed full, fucked out mess underneath his huge body.

"ah- fuck." he hilts himself completely, hips grinding and hitting the mushy, abused spots within you, "fuck!" as he bit his lip to control his words, it still did not constrict him to moan your name in pure ecstasy, hauling himself down to quickly chase your mouth with his.

you're grinding your hips up fully, meeting his tempo, mewling and sobbing sweetly as you hiccuped his name, over and over, a small bubble of tears splattering over your warm cheeks that had you bury your face in him.

and then you feel him, all of him, his warm thick cum was heavy and turned your body giddy, soiled with pleasure. As a clear result his breathing came short, diluc felt himself untwist in you, emptying his white essence and burying it, as if he didn't want it to leave anymore.

"it's leaving." he suddenly claims, you didn't expect his lips to form a somewhat similar expression of a pout, he was almost relentless by how greedily he urged his cum back to nestle in your pussy.

you hazily smiled back at your boyfriend, still overly sensitive and feeling his every move as diluc proceeded to smoothly drag himself back and forth, back and forth, with the obscene squelching noises outlining your wetness.

"i don't want it to leave you." in the heat of his admittance, he lowered himself in combination of digging his once semi erect cock back into you as much as he could, hungrily capturing your lips.

with this, you could feel him twitch again, pulsating hard while engulfed in your mess covered walls, breathing hitched but his eyes, they told another story, surrounded in a maze of aching impulses.

— ꒰ ALHAITHAM ꒱ + on your face

the delicate hold on your hair alhaitham had when he observed your blubbering expression, eyes dwindling with tears, felt surreal and exhilarating.

he could feel your struggle, always, yet you still had been doing such a good job for him, suckling on his huge cock that was barely able to fit in your mouth, if only you could part them a tiny bit more.

unbidden, your mouth worked on your own, lowly tracing your tongue whenever he was fully settled and prodding your throat while hollowing your cheeks as you went back up, fingers moving lower to outline over his length and balls.

"f-fuck." it was rare for you to hear him speak like this, so uncoordinated and all over the place.

"you're so- so fucking good at this, you know that? of course you do."

the heat had coiled in him, his loins were thoroughly on fire and stagnating with every lap of you. You clawed onto his muscular thighs and ridged through his tight pants, holding him as bear as possibly.

"close." his palms suddenly burned into your head, "yo-you're gonna make me cum."

how pretty his little angel was with your cute mouth, sugary sweet lips and archons, your sounds, noises without words and he not only heard them, no, he also felt them on his stiff length, vibrating through his thin skin.

the fluidity in your movements was turning easier the more of his pre and your spit was gathered in your mouth. Alhaitham stirred and growled lowly, shifting you back and forth on his unbreakable grasp as he began to rut himself deeper, faster.

in this, you closed your eyes to focus on your breathing, flaring your nostrils just a bit to get enough air through you. You were already haze minded, your vision blurring a faint white but then he abruptly widened the space to pull himself out of your messy wetness.

alhaitham spiraled his cock in between the little tunnel he shaped with his hand, feverishly jerking himself in front of you as you breathed out of your mouth, every inch of energy exiting your state.

"there you go baby." he suddenly coos, you knew what he meant, immediately prodding your tongue out to catch as much of his gift as you could.

those words alone were the only form of warning you had gotten when his white milk splurged in thick ribbons on top of you, messily coating your mouth, cheeks and tongue.

despite the abruptness of it all, you moaned at the warm stir, slicked up when he dragged his wet tip over the mess, spreading it further on your skin.

alhaitham was smirking at you, how could he not? the way he scanned your face, so unbelievably sexy, eager to feel your warm mouth again.

— ꒰ KAZUHA ꒱ + on your stomach

the mattress shifted of kazuha's body retracting himself further, gathering your legs to push against you, feeling his swollen tip probe between your squishy folds.

he fit his head into your hole again, driving himself inside and filling you up, a groan rumbling in his tensed up chest.

"ah- you feel so warm." no further, he moaned into your neck, lowering himself to nibble on your sensitive skin while grinding his hips forward.

"let me- let me taste you after this." he spoke without an inch of shame, sometimes you wondered if he was even aware on just how riled up you could become from his words and manners of speech alone.

kazuha twisted his arms over your shuddering body to keep you close as you did the same, wrapping them around his waist while digging your nails into his back.

his skin was warm and sticking against yours, his warm cheeks flushed with a yearning urge to finally climax, sharply indrawing his breath to fuck your brains out, breasts bouncing at every rut as he caught one in his hand, fondling the bundle.

your moans deepened the coil within him, your hands working over his straining, wet skin as low profanities left your lips. Kazuha imagined this all day, dreaming how you guzzled and sucked him dry, how you made him cum violently until he was nothing more than a shivering mess.

with his last couple of thrusts he could feel the twist in his stomach unwind, just in time he managed to pull himself out as he hastily trailed himself into his hand, already clumsily spilling out thick globules of his cum on your lower stomach.

you're crying at the warmness and liquid, kazuha always came a lot when he reached his climax, but this time it splotted up to your chest with him greedily smearing it over your stomach up to your breasts, flicking his cock head over your sore nipples.

— ꒰ SCARAMOUCHE ꒱ + on your cunt

for scaramouche, the more soiled and dirty the bedsheets, not to mention you, would become after he fucked you silly, the more he enjoyed the whole process of making love to you.

there's no point in fucking you otherwise, he wanted you to be smudged and tarnished with his white seed, wanted to paint you nastily and memorize it in his filthy mind forever, maybe jerk himself off to the memory of it all later.

"fuck- fuck you're so fucking tight, fuck!"

he lowered his body to sloppily kiss you, moaning dirty words into your mouth while jolting his cock past the tight muscles of your cunt, angrily rutting his length in.

he claimed you, all of you, and you surrendered, truly, giving yourself to him in your glory. Scaramouche knew how to use you, how to leave you begging for him and drooling over his throbbing cock.

he stiffened a groan on your lips, dragging the wet tip of his tongue over your mouth, "i'm so fucking close."

the smacks of your body only elicited you to cry out again, your throat straining and on fire from archons knows how many times you had spilled his name from your lips.

his scent and smell was washing all over you, It was all you could perceive and bath in, not that you were complaining that is, it had you weak on your muscles, your mind on the brink of turning off as another blow of his hips came, this time rougher, but also needier.

"please- kuni please." you're mewling, sobbing with his thrusts growing erratic, swift but so outlandishly hard, it tickled all the pulsating spots in your messy cunt.

"i'm going to ruin you." he's whispering, his voice sweeter against your lips, capturing his mouth as you moaned into him, the last pumps of his cock pushing you past the edge as he messily dragged himself out, releasing and coating your mushy folds.

scaramouche dragged his cock head in between your flesh, overturning your pussy with his hefty seed and making sure to plaster it all together, watching it stick onto one another.

he's smirking now, "f-fuck, that's what I'm talking about, dear." his teeth scraping over his lower lip to muffle a groan, again pressing his tip in your fluttering hole to tease you just a bit, each drop of his cum doubling on each stroke.

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱ + on your ass

childe quickly dragged a fluffy pillow under your hips to have your ass all prettily perked up, roughly squeezing and fondling on your precious flesh.

fuck, he loved you, adored you, all of you and how fucking cute your pussy looked squished in between your mushy ass, he needed to bury himself back into you again.

"fuck baby, keep taking me like that." he's smirking, splaying his large palms over your skin to mercilessly plunge into your pretty pussy.

he's melting, ajax felt you flutter and clench down on him, grab him and impatiently swallow him all in. The precise rolls of his hips were intoxicating and undeniably punctuated, as if he knew which exact spots to tackle.

the sound of bodies colliding onto each other crowned in midst the insufferable hot air in your room, childe's half lidded, piercing gaze digging daggers into your backside.

he's quick to lay himself flat on your back, soft pants soothing your sweat covered neck when he abruptly bit down, his solid length straining the most delicate muscles within your walls as you curled on him, crying his name in a sobbing chorus.

"one more baby." he's hooking his fingers around your neck, "one fu-fuck— one more and I'm done baby." his tongue was smoothing down on your shoulder, roughly licking as he kept his messy pace, your slick thoroughly covering his pelvis.

you melt into the soft cushions, tangling into his arms as you perceived a sudden shudder from him, his pleasure washing down on his entire body in an instant.

your cunt twisted and constricted his movements, your sniffles nothing more than an undertone as he jerked himself back, planting his filth on top of your ass and squeezing his toe curling load in between your flesh.

ajax was never satisfied, he continued to watch his milk dribble down your ass to your thighs, observe how your figure shuddered under his broad body, clawing onto the pillows while wiggling your ass back to him.

he's coy, breathlessly laughing and planting his cock in between your buttocks, "you're so fucking hot, you know that?"

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pretty bunny yan!tighnari x bunny!reader (bunny reader brainrot send thirst)

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"oh bunny~"

his voice purred into your ear as he folds your legs over against you, pressing you into a mating press. his cock prods at your hole, smearing the pre against you.

"my sweet bunny, wont you be mine?"

he looks into your eyes, waiting for your response. your ears folded over and you grab them, pulling them over your face to hide how red youve gotten. one of his hands comes up and grabs yours, pinning it to the bed.

"i said.. wont you be mine, bunny?"

you still dont answer, too shy to speak. he tisks and thrusts himself into you harshly, setting a quick and deep pace right at the start.

"come on, we're perfect for each other. both in the midst of our ruts.. together~! its like fate was pulling us together. nng! youre so tight, so perfect for me, youre so perfect, be mine, be mine please, wont you be mine?"

you cant hide the moans spilling from your lips. hes right, you're both in the middle of your heats. he could smell it in the air, pleading you to let him breed you because it was just too hard to resist. with your clouded mind, you couldnt think of anything else but his cock going into you, so you agreed.

he pressed you into the mattress and went harder, letting out a strained moan. he couldnt help himself. his ears flattened against his head and he continued to spew out dirty words, calling you his bunny.

"my bunny.. my bunny.. i have thoughts about you.. dirty dirty thoughts.."

you cry out as you start to feel a warmth build up in your stomach.

"close! m close,,"

"fuck-"

tighnari's hips went faster, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck. he wants to mark you so everyone knows youre his.

"nari! n-nari!" you squeal, moaning out.

he groans hearing that nickname coming from you. with a few last thrusts of his hips, you both cry out in ecstasy. but does this stop him from pounding into you? not at all <3

Okay I’m back because I just had a thought. (Crazy ik 💀) but Scara would absolutely welcome his darling riding his face. If he dies being suffocated by you then so be it. Between your thighs with your cunt on his mouth. TO DIE BY THIGH IS THE WAY OF A WARRIOR!!! Let’s say you’re a heavy girl… man he don’t care. You accidentally break his neck? He’d cherish the cast and he’d welcome it happening again

-🔪 anon

YES “you wanna sit on my face so bad (manipulative)”

he’s begging you to put your entire weight onto his face as he slobbers all over your pussy— and although his whiny voice is muffled by your wet folds, that doesn’t stop him from whimpering out your name and begging for more. More of you, more of your taste, the feeling of you body on top of him, just more of everything. He’s so un attached from the world that he’s unaware at just how hard his hands are gripping into the flesh of your legs, or how pathetic his moans sound. He can’t help it when your juices taste so delicious, or how your thighs feel right at home at each side of his head.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche’s cock aches so painfully in his pants but he just can’t find the motivation to reach down to rub himself off, because having your thighs in the tight grip of his hands to keep you from crawling away, requires him needing to use every last drop of energy he has. Squirming around on top of him doesn’t help at all— because if anything, it’s adding onto your own overstimulation with the way his tongue flops out to play around with your swollen clit. “Mmpfh—! Love it so mwuch… please, w-wan’ more!” He sobs into your folds, tears of desperation pooling at the corner of his eyes that he had originally screwed shut, his toes curling while he tries to thrust his hips upwards to ease the tension in his underwear.

He doesn’t not care one god damn bit if you’re on the heavier side, because he’s begging you to sit on his face either way. If anything, he takes it as an opportunity to try to impress you and show off his strength. You’re self conscious about your weight and decline his offer to sit on his face? He says that he’ll drop down to his knees and beg if he has to, if it meant you would agree and indulge into his fantasies.

You taste so fucking divine, and if nearly suffocating from under you meant he could feel your body so close— your cunt rubbing right against his mouth and your gorgeous thighs wrapping around his head, he thinks that death wouldn’t be bad at all…

L m a o gets you to sign his neck brace while saying he’d do it again in a heart beat. He so funny :( love him

Probably also cums untouched when your squirt all over his face, LOL swallows it all like liquid gold

✧˖*°࿐ “COULD I…HELP YOU?”

… in which the genshin hybrids maybe, possibly let you help with their heats/ruts

FEATURING: gorou, tighnari, & yae miko.

WARNINGS: afab reader; do you consider eating yae out at the shrine sacrilege because if so then uh. um. scratches my neck awkwardly

NOTE/S: hey! i’m new and i eat requests UP. if u enjoy my work, pls leave a request and i’ll see if i can do it!

— GOROU

✧ He tries not to mention it to you. Key word; tries. More often than not he’s dealt with his…biological problems…during combat, and when you are leading an entire rebellion, getting off probably isn’t your top concern. Is it annoying? Yes. Does it make him irritable and short-tempered and want to commit violent crimes against the nation? Also yes. He goes absolutely apeshit insane during the worst of his cycle and chances are if you happen to be on the front lines with him you’ll see him lose his goddamn mind because while he may be a very high-ranking general he is also a bitch to the biological system and, archons, the frustration he has to otherwise ignore gets fueled into his job. he commits war crimes against the state

✧ That is, of course, until you. You are now a new factor in his life and considering that you’re not only fighting beside him but also more often than not sleeping over in his tent, bringing him food after he returns to camp, or doing who-knows-what-else, you’re bound to find out one way or another. His leading fear is that you’ll have a rather rude awakening to his issue after arriving at his tent a little too late and finding him trying to sleep, trying, because he doesn’t get much of that anymore between war and also hormones, but he’s afraid you’ll be a little too late and instead of him sleeping you’ll find him halfway curled over himself with his tortured dick slick in his hands and fierce red bleeding over his face as he tries to sate the carnal urge seething in his loins.

✧ He eventually tells you, sort of; he brings you in well before his cycle starts and tells you, as calmly as he can manage, that you should stay away from his tent because the coming week is going to be hard for him. You misunderstand, initially, and immediately start reassuring him that if the resistance is running low on supplies or rations or defenses you’ll go out no problem to provide assistance. This then leads to him having to explain that no, this isn’t anything to do with the resistance, it’s a…it’s a biological problem, and it makes me…frustrated, it frustrates me, and I don’t think I could live with myself if you got caught in the crossfire. He’s really trying not to stumble over his words — this is incredibly embarrassing, incredibly, like, tail-trying-to-tuck embarrassing — but he’s doing his best, and what more could you ask?

✧ You’re not stupid. Biological problems making him frustrated to the point of not being able to see you? He’s dancing around the whole core of the thing and so you half-laugh and look at him and his slumping ears and semi-tucked tail and rose-tinted cheeks and ask him, point blank, if he’s trying to explain rut. He seems almost scandalized by you putting it so simply, but with a whiny groan and guiltily-closing eyes he nods and affirms your suspicions. Now he’s trying to excuse himself; it’s not a big deal, I’ll be fine, I just…it would be best for you to stay away, stay away while I’m dealing with it, but you’re not having it. Obviously, he’s used to dealing with his primal side on his own, but now he has you; perhaps your clear-thinking, never-having-dealt-with-a-rut conscience is what makes you wait for him to finish rushing through his panicked monologue before you step forward, take his hand in yours, and ask if it would be a better idea for him to just…get it out of his system. You know, for the efforts of the resistance and all. It can’t be good to have General Top Dog Gorou not completely focused on the fight, right? So maybe he should just…you know, let you spend the night this coming week and just let his biological problem run its course. You know, for the resistance.

At this point, you aren’t sure whether the damp spot under your cheek is from spit or tears. You can’t exactly check either; it’s like your muscles aren’t listening to you anymore. They’re so rigid it hurts, so stiff you can’t move unless you want to lose what little composure you have left. You’re hot, so hot; despite being clothed in what are now torn-up, ragged shreds of fabric, you feel stifled, overheated; it’s not coming from your surroundings, but rather, your gut, from somewhere deep in your gut, the same place that’s making every muscle go stiff and your legs practically vibrate and your eyes roll back and oh, please, the same place that Gorou keeps hitting, blunt tip spearing up against and hammering into overdrive.

The thought swirls hazily in your head for half a second before you feel hard, slick length pull out of you, bump heavily against the back of your thigh before you hear a shuffle and then a hot tongue is prodding at your sobbing hole, carving searing lines through the thick glaze of spit, pre, and arousal coating the hot space between your legs and flooding over to the insides of your thighs. It’s been like this for so long, so long — you’ve lost track of time. You force a rolled-back eye to come forward; you gaze blearily at the ceiling of the tent, try to find the glow of the moon but it’s no use, not when everything is blurred together with tears and the world feels like it’s spinning and—

Gorou whines between your legs, laps up the arousal your cunt is all but drooling out by this point. His face is glued to you; a broken, absent consideration for whatever little things he’s got in here crosses through your mind as you hear the telltale whisk of fur on tent.

You’re leaning your hips back, ready this time when he mounts back up behind you. Both hands grope around your hips, claw at the seams of your thighs and finally find purchase quite literally on the hill of your pelvis. His chest lays up on your back; he’s burning up, skin on fire as his canines latch onto your ear and his breath threatens to burn your cheek. He doesn’t speak; he can’t, you don’t think, vocabulary reduced to a handful of pants, moans, and breathy half-words, slurred “m’gon, m’gonna, hol’n” as his stiff cockhead prods through your slit and nudges back into the sopping warmth of your cunt. Something clatters to the floor; if the rhythmic, quickening thump of his tail furiously hitting the floor in tandem with his pistoning hips, he’s close, again. How many times had he already? Four? Five, maybe? He’s still going at it as hard as he had in the start; the only indicator that his stamina is lessening is how sloppy he’s getting with his motions. He’s constantly groping around for a hold on your slick skin despite having found one immediately when this all first started; his breathing has steadily grown more labored, and you can feel saliva soaking down your neck as his teeth find purchase beside your nape and he bites down, some last effort to anchor himself as his hips twitch and a fresh rope of heat spills out against that spot deep in your gut.

— TIGHNARI

✧ Much unlike the aforementioned general, his methods of dealing with his rut are…indulgent. He knows better than anyone what the rut is and why it does what it does and how to best work with it. The other researches know this; they know that sometimes, for no apparent reason at all, he writes up a whole patrol schedule for the next several days and sends himself out on the further ones; he’ll disappear for days at a time, often excusing himself with reasoning along the lines of studying the forest over a period of days to ensure that the Withering isn’t rearing its head, or that he wants to record the state of certain formerly-affected plants over a longer section of time. Both are rather normal reasons to be excused for so long; plus, Collei’s got home base under control, and his absences aren’t necessarily unusual. So, it works.

✧ If you pry enough — but wait, Tighnari, we might need you, we’ve got this thing we’re doing…how long will you be gone for? — he’ll explain it to you, and he’ll do so rather eloquently which is wild considering that he’s really just talking about how he gets ridiculously, unbearably horny for a week or so at a time and fucks his hands several dozen times over. He explains it scientifically, simply, and comfortably; he’s casual about what he’s talking about and maybe that’s why you have to do a double take and, as he’s walking out to check on Collei and make sure she’s got things covered, you sort of sputter and turn around and ask if he’s going into rut. He just pauses, looks over his shoulder, and blinks — you feel kind of stupid when he just looks at you and dubiously goes “yes?” Somehow, despite him being the one who’s literally distancing himself so he can masturbate in peace, you feel awkward and exposed. In any case, he just walks away, very casually, to check in on Collei, leaving you to realize that oh, oh, that’s…oh.

✧ When you stop him the night before he leaves — he’s packing a satchel of whatever he needs, you’d guess — you’re the one who’s shifting on your feet and hot in the face as you ask if he needs any help. He just blinks at you, asks what you mean, and flicks an ear when you open your mouth to answer and stammer out something about helping to carry something to his temporary campsite. He says he appreciates the offer but he’s got it managed just fine; plus, he adds, you don’t want to be around someone under (what he calls) animalistic instinct. You don’t quite know how to say that uh, well, haha, funny you say that, because I kind of do, and so you just say you’re worried about him going off on his own. He laughs — he finds that quite endearing — and tells you he’ll be fine. He tells you to go get some sleep; if it’ll make you feel better, he’ll bring you some spoils from the jungle when he gets back, so you can look forward to his return for reasons other than the obvious.

✧ Which, of course, doesn’t work. He disappears the next morning, as expected, but thanks to literally scouting the whole fucking jungle a good bit of adventurer’s expertise you stumble across his camp. Camp, consisting of a hollowed-out tree stump and the starts of a nest constructed from underbrush and reeds. It doesn’t take long to find the fox himself; upon seeing you he’s quick to jump into scolding, to which you literally have to cut him off and say that no, no, you know why he’s here and you’ll leave but also you meant it if he wanted help, like you really meant it, and…

Hands balled into fists, crushing willowy reed-stems in your grasp; to say you’re being drilled into is an understatement. The world had smelled initially like the jungle — damp soil, wild flowers, sweet wood — but now it smells hot, rough, almost wild.

And it’s all because of him.

Breath coming in short, thick half-pant, half-grunts, Tighnari’s chasing refuge from the need exploding through his system; it’s evident in the tendons defined down his neck, the blueish veins starting to stick up under his skin, the sheen of sweat painting his skin a glossy golden-cream. His face tips back; quivering under him, you watch as he groans into the hot, enclosed air of his carved-out camp, watch as he swallows, hard, as if to calm himself down.

Fat chance of that, you manage to think, lifting your head just a little to try a glance at your hips. Your prostrate hips, flat against the jungle floor, legs split apart to leave room for the sharp-eyed hybrid overhead to thrust up into you.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice is surprisingly steady, considering how hard his hips are rutting and how aggressive the slap of skin on skin has gotten. His voice is aimed down at you; he’s looking down, now, watching your expression change with sardonic eyes. Both tall ears sit almost-flat against his head; he finds you funny, right now, funny even though you’re the one he’s been so desperately fucking into. “Helping me move my stuff, huh?”

You open your mouth to answer and can’t. He knows damn well what you’d meant; he knew it then, too, when he said he’d be just fine on his own. A test to see how far you’d go, perhaps, and one that you’d succeeded. Going on a wild hunt through a jungle to go find him is certainly something, he thinks — and what kind of thanks would it be if he didn’t let you give this whole bitch thing a whirl?

Your breathing breaks as his pace grows quicker; he never falters, not even when you grab on around the small of his back snd dig your nails into the smooth planes of his back. “Gonna,” you gasp, almost voiceless; “gonna, gonna, ‘Nari, gonna…”

Black fur curls against your ankle and trails up your thigh. He finds it funny, how quick you are to break under him; but oh, silly you. Silly, silly you. One round…that won’t do. But you know that, don’t you? That’s why you came out here; to ruin yourself, or to let him ruin you. Isn’t it?

— YAE MIKO

WOMEN. WOMEN RRRRRRAUGH THIS IS MOMMY

✧ If you think anyone is gonna know shit when this woman deals with a heat cycle then you’re wrong. Wrong. Yes, it is very frustrating and yes, she’s well aware of that feeling being there and yes, archons, she’s very poignantly aware that you, her little admirer — she’s poignantly aware that whenever you’re around she finds that feeling getting a little stronger and a little harder to ignore because maybe, maybe she’s a little…a little interested in you, and maybe those comments that sound flirty but you’ve always just chalked up to her being her mean a little more than she lets on, but…no, no. She won’t tell you that. It would be embarrassing and also weird; even Ei doesn’t know about it, and Ei knows most things. She knows her rosy-haired, sly-eyed familiar has taken a liking to you, and she’s mentioned it in brief teasing every now and again — in Ei’s mind, she should really just tell you because human life is short and eternity is damn long — but what she doesn’t know is that hr same rosy-haired, sly-eyed familiar finds somewhere, anywhere — hell, half the time it’s at the shrine where she won’t be bothered — and fucks herself with her hand and pretends it’s you, pretends, and she feels more than slightly foul afterward because she’s doing it at a sacred shrine but archons, screw it, she needs to take care of this or she’ll provoke Ei into another bad decision with her attitude.

✧ Speaking of which; it’s after another casual wander through Inazuma with Ei that you head up to visit her foxy familiar. Much unlike the many times you’ve seen her here before, she’s not in front of that sacred tree; no, she’s staring off into the fenced-off pond, and she looks very far away, like her head’s not all here. Upon calling for her, she seems to come back; she finds your eyes, offers you a charming little smile, and shuffles over as if to make room for you despite her current spot already being separated from the main crowd. Internally, she’s cursing herself for how her heart beats a little harder against her ribs and how the warmth between her legs starts to spread up into her gut, twists around her rationale and puts her world in a haze. Being in the depths of a heat cycle, specifically around you, has her almost scattered; she hears all of your questions well after you ask them and she answers even more delayed than that and so maybe that’s why you’re suddenly so close, trying to get closer to her face with your expression wrought and eyes worried as you ask if she’s feeling alright.

✧ She should push you away. She should, really, because you’re so warm, and you smell so nice and sweet and you look so pretty and untouched and — no, no, she should push you away, but she can’t. She’ll hide it under some smooth, late remark — I’m feeling fine; is this just an excuse to get closer to me? — but the little voice in her head is screaming at her to grab you by the nape and drag you off to a quiet, hidden corner and wreck you because you’re hers, hers, her sweet thing, hers…

✧ You don’t look alright. Have you been sleeping enough? Oh, ever-so-innocent, ever-so-sweet you, concerned suddenly that maybe the thin mountain air has gotten her sick as you press your palm to her forehead to see and — you’re burning up, you’re actually burning up, we need…do you have medicine? I’m not sure if familiars carry medicine, but we can head down to the village…no, no, I’ll head down, you stay here and I’ll bring something back for you, or…

✧ She finally manages a no. No, she doesn’t need medicine; trying to manage to keep her voice from dropping, she gives you the simple explanation of this happens sometimes and medicine won’t do anything about it, and you’re kind of confused because does she mean her period? do fox familiars get periods? when fox familiars get periods do they suddenly burn up like they’ve got a bad fever? but then you realize fox and oh, oh, you think you get it now. It must be evident on your face; oh, you say, face going hot, oh, sorry, I…do you need anything? I can leave you alone — sorry, I didn’t know, this is probably a bad time… but she’s just looking at you, now, and you don’t quite know what to do before you feel hot fingers wrap around your wrist and nails poke your skin. She’s trying to keep up the act; are you asking to help? she manages, suave tone just slightly shaky, and you’re sort of left sitting there dealing with the moral question of whether or not fucking the Electro Archon’s familiar is something you’ll get tit-sword’d for but ultimately, looking at slightly-heaving Miko with her eyes almost glowing and her skin starting to burn yours and oh, is that a blush you’re seeing? you decide that maybe getting tit-sword’d is worth it.

For being such a smooth talker, Yae Miko is awfully messy when it comes to sex. At least, this kind of sex. The sex where she’s dragged you rather hurriedly and rather unceremoniously behind one of the buildings atop the shrine, practically shoved you up against the wooden wall and swallowed any complaints or remarks you may have had about the manner between her lips. Dominant, yes — but messy. Messy, in the way her mouth can’t seem to stay on yours and instead slips off, wets the corners of your mouth and down under your jaw when you try and fail to gasp for breath. Messy, in the way that her hands are immediately moving; one raking down your spine, the other digging into your nape, and then both to your sides, and then one up under your blouse to tear apart the buttons and get a handful of your chest. Messy, in the way that despite her heat being at its worst, especially being neglected for so long, she insists on marking you; you don’t know if the Shogun’s eyes see the shrine but oh, oh, you hope they don’t, because you’re pinned to a wall with her familiar licking and biting and sucking on the soft spots under your jaw so hard that you’re heaving and debating on whether or not it’s okay to wrap your arms behind her head and draw her deeper into you because it feels like fire, it feels like fire on your throat…

“On your knees,” she purrs shakily, breath hot on your neck. “On your knees, get on your knees…you said you’d help me, didn’t you? Be good…listen to me, listen…”

And so, you do. And, really, you shouldn’t be surprised but oh, the way she watches you drop weakly to your knees, land softly in the grass with the wooden wall burning up your back — it’s too much, it’s too much, and your eyes have gone drunken before she can even start to move her clothes, move the pretty white silk out of the way and she’s lowering herself, too, but she really doesn’t have to. She doesn’t have to, because you’re drunk on desire and maybe that’s what gives you the confidence to touch her, wrap a shaky hand around her thigh and stretch up, duck under her dress guys im so sorry it might be a kimono but i actually do not know and i dont want to use the wrong terminology and sound dumb please help and…oh, she smells so sweet, so warm and sweet and—

She swears she sees stars. The long, pitched-tailed moan she lets out is evidence of it; nails scrape along your nape as you tongue at the heat burning fiercely between her thighs, taste thick, sugared arousal on your tongue and groan as you lap for more. She gives you no instructions, no limits, and so you just go all in; you wrap an arm around her waist to steady yourself as you let go of her thigh, reach up with your now-free hand and spread slick, soaked folds apart to get on the source. Her breathing is labored; you can feel her pulse stuttering when the tip of your tongue finds her pulsing cunt, pushes in only to get tightened on. Something warm and soft brushes the hand behind her back; you’ve seen the ghost of her tail a few times but it sure as fuck feels real now, beating against her thigh as you latch onto the sweet well between her thighs and practically drink the effect of her heat as it dribbles down your chin. Heaven, you’re in heaven, and oh, archons, so is she; the wooden wall behind you groans as she shifts, assumably to rest her weight against it as her thighs steady against your head and close you off to the outside world.

Xiao's Mommy God (2)

Xiao x God!Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Mommy Kink, Lactation, Bottom!Reader, Top!Xiao, Smut, Inappropriate use of anemo vision, Manhandling.

Summary: This is an alternative version of Xiao's Mommy God, where instead of the reader being the dom, Xiao will be the one on top. But I suggest you read the original first, because of important story explaination.

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"Xiao! I'm so sorry! I thought you were an intruder." You were by his side immediately, worried that you may have hurt him, yet when you tried to coddle him, he just pushed you away, holding onto his neck as he breaths heavily. "Xiao?"

The Yaksha stays silent for a couple of seconds, still breathing heavily as he avoids your lingering gaze. "Did I hurt you?" You asked quietly as you sat on the floor, placing yourself in front of him.

The boy shook his head, still refusing to look at you. You felt unconvinced, maybe you choked him to hard and he's holding back on vomiting, that's why he won't open his mouth.

You call for him once again, and finally his golden orbs look up at you, filled with an emotion that you don't seem to fully understand. You reach your hand out, cupping his cheek and caressing it with your thumb.

"You can tell me anything, Xiao? I just wanna know if you're okay." You then plastered a small, but genuine smile on your face, looking at your student fondly.

Xiao can't take it anymore, with your constant worries about him, babying him, saying you love him, but keeping him at arm's length. He just needed to knock some sense into you, make you realize that he's older now, and that what he feels for you, isn't just a mere adoration for a God.

The cat-eyed boy grabbed both of your wrists firmly, taking you by surprise. He then yanked your hand away from his face, getting up from his position on the ground. Binding your two wrist with his one hand, he pushes them to your chest, wrapping his now free hand around you waist.

"Xiao?" You called out questioningly, but all you got from the boy was a growl, his face inching closer to yours. Your back hits the side of your bed as he pushed you with your bind hands. You felt the chill air blow stronger, somehow feeling a light stimulation on your chest area. You felt dizzy, confused, speechless from what was happening right now, as your dearest Adeptus face looks at you with dissatisfaction.

"Y/N..." He finally said something, despite his serious expression, you hear the softness of his voice, so you assume that he just had a strange episode and tried to take your wrists apart from his binding hand.

You realized that you were very wrong when he growled at you again, tightening his hold that it starts to hurt. You called out to him once again, feeling a bit worried about his strange behavior.

"I'm not a child anymore." He stated, intently looking at your face, studying your expressions. You yelped as he tighten his hold on your body, before fully standing up, carrying you with one arm around your waist. Scared of falling down, you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, leaning into him as he let go of your wrists to hold your figure even tighter.

You place your hands on his shoulder, steadying yourself. And then you felt it, Xiao had started to rut against your clothed center, you instantly feel a growing, rock hard bulge poking your pussy.

Your eyes widen in realization, looking at the younger boy currently carrying you right now. His eyes were closed, mouth agape, seems like he was enjoying what he was doing with you.

"I d-didn't think of you as a child, Xiao." You stuttered, ignoring the growing heat within your stomach. He slowly opens his eyes, looking at you fondly. And before you know it, your back is on the bed again, only this time, the Yaksha was right on top of you, looking at you with need.

"I liked it when you choked me." Xiao stated breathlessly, grabbing one of your hands before bringing it closer to his neck. You wrap your hand around his neck softly, but never daring to squeeze. "It doesn't hurt." It was like an encouragement for you to do it again, so you did, you squeezed his neck lightly, making him smile.

In one foul swoop, he just cuts through the center of your night dress. "Xiao!" But he pays you no mind, taking off the fabric. You're now left with just your undergarments.

Xiao placed his hands onto your stomach, channelling his anemo control and in an instant, both your bra and panties glow a mint green light before disappearing into nothingness.

And now, your fully naked, right in front of your little Adeptus. You felt like covering your boobies but he clasps his hands onto them before you could do anything.

"I've always wanted to taste these, mommy." Xiao squeezed your boobs, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs, it all made you gasp, your hands finding their way onto his wrists.

Mommy? You liked that.

He then let go of one of your breast, replacing his hand with his mouth. The Yaksha's lips wrapped around your hardened nipple, sucking so intently that you let out a strained moan. His now free hand started going down, onto your little pussy.

With his fingers grazing your clit, before going to your hole, you just realized how wet you are, feeling hot liquid slowly pour out of your cunt.

"Xiao, please." You let out a little whimpers, jumping even more as he shoved two of his gloved fingers inside you immediately, loving the way you yelped and moaned out his name as he starts to rub the inside of your pussy with his fingers. You don't know why, but it seems as though his gloves makes it even more hotter for you.

It was his turn to be surprised however, when he tasted a sweet liquid pour onto his mouth. Xiao pulled away in shock, looking at the boob he was sucking and seeing that milk had started to leak from your mounds.

He looks up at you and you look away in embarrassment, you just lactated. You didn't even know you could do that!

But he swallowed the milk in his mouth, smiling whilst looking at your embarrassed face. "Mommy's milk taste so good." He teased as he went back in to drink more.

"You... Y-you can have it anytime you want." Right as you said that, he plunged another finger inside you, using his palm to rub you clit. He suddenly went at a very fast pace, making you scream as you rut your own hips against his hand.

"Ahhh, Xiao!" You screamed as you felt both his sucking and fingering get more intense, his palm pressing harder against your clit as he sucks hard on you nipple. And with that, you came right of his fingers. "Th-thank you." You breathe out, the feeling of your hot fluids seeping out as he takes out his fingers.

Xiao shows you his now ruined gloves, "You really liked that, huh?" You nodded eagerly, despite being an immortal Goddess, you lack experience in this type of things, but it's still surprising that Xiao just knows what to do to pleasure your body. He takes off both his gloves, throwing them wherever before cupping your cheeks.

You loved the feeling of his bare skin against your own. "X-Xiao... I love you." You finally say it, tugging at his shirt to invite him closer to your face.

"I love you too." Sealing you lips with a quick sweet kiss, you were about to close your eyes, when you feel his breath on your ear.

"We're not done yet, mommy."

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You felt like your body was no longer in your control as Xiao, who had stripped himself naked, pushed your legs onto your chest, lining his rock hard cock with your now sopping hole. Your whines as he takes full control of your movements fall on deaf ears.

In his eyes, you're an all powerful Goddess, someone who emerged out of the Archon War barely wounded. And with that in mind, it probably wouldn't hurt to just plunge his cock into your inexperienced pussy with ease.

"AHHH!" You screamed as he rammed inside you with no warning, immediately setting his thrusts at a fast pace, not giving you a chance to adjust.

Xiao groaned as he abused your pussy with merciless pounds, hands landing on your thighs to grope and spread you apart, feeling even more accomplished to see his cock disappear into your cunt over and over again. Your moans encourages him to keep going, getting addicted to the feeling of your pussy walls rubbing against his hard rod.

Your legs feel tired without him keeping it close to your chest, slowly trying going back to their place. But he growled when your ankles got in the way of his perfect view on your abused cunt, wrapping his hands under your knees, pushing it back so close to your upper body that you start to actually feel sore.

The Yaksha's ruts started to get more feral, going so fast and deep inside you, pulling out until only the tip is in, just to plunge back inside to hit your womb. It all made you moan in delight.

"X-Xiao! Breed me, please!" Your strained moans fill the room, feeling his grip on your legs get tighter, thrust sloppier, and you know exactly that he's about to cum.

"B-breed?" The cat-eyed boy repeated in confusion, but hearing you say that you want him to breed you, it made him want to do all this to you over and over again, ram his cock into your cunt every chance he can.

You felt the knot in your stomach snap, cumming from his ruts. At the same time, you feel the flow of hot liquid pour inside you, Xiao's thrust coming to a full stop, wanting to pump you full in the deepest part of your pussy that he can.

He released your legs from his harsh grip, letting them fall into place around his waist. The blissful look on your face made the boy proud, it seems you enjoyed his service.

Xiao slowly pulls out, cock somehow still semi-hard despite the exhausting fucking session.

He looks at you first, your face looking up at him with a small smile, "I'm so..." You yawned, "...Tired." You finished, as the boy's lips slightly curl up whilst looking at your droopy, tired eyes.

He looked down onto your swollen pussy, and his smile fades. Hot liquid, his cum inside you started dripping out, he does not like that one bit.

How is he supposed to breed you if his cum keeps dripping out?

And you were about to drift off to sleep when he suddenly just flipped you over, grabbing your hips and hoisting it up. The Yaksha positioned himself behind you, his cock once again rock hard, and the base is currently rubbing again your clit.

"Xiaooo, I'm tiredddd." You whined, voice also getting droopy from the tiredness. He pressed his cock harder against you, making you moan.

"I just need to breed you, till you're full of my cum, mommy~" He shoves his cock into your pussy once again. "Then you can rest."

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Requested by: @peachykindalovesyou

GENSHIN + MORNING SEX

「 CHARACTERS 」 ⋮ alhaitham, scaramouche, diluc + kazuha

— length ⋮ 2k words (about 500 each)

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, unprotected sex + slight exhibitionism (alhaitham), praise kink + hand jobs (scaramouche), somnophilia + fingering + edging + clit slaps + begging (diluc), unprotected sex + overstimulation + praise kink + creampie (kazuha)

— notes ⋮ this started as separate drabbles for diluc and alhaitham but they were too short to stand alone sobs. also it’s my first time writing kazuha for @dottores

❀ 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌.

“h-haitham…” you gasp, feeling alhaitham’s teeth just barely graze your nipples as he sucks at the skin, his other hand cupping your tit and rubbing a thumb along the pebbled bud. “kaveh’s just down the hall—”

“and?” he raises a brow, making you huff.

“and he’ll hear,” you hiss, pulling a scoff from him as he pulls the material of your pants down your thighs.

“then i guess you’ll just have to keep it down,” he hums, a smug grin tugging at his lips, making your core ache—and sometimes, you hate him. sometimes, you hate that just the look on his face alone is enough to convince you to cave, legs spreading as your glistening folds are exposed for him. 

he taps the fat tip of his cock against your clit, making you whimper in anticipation as he slides along your entrance, coating himself in your slick and smearing his leaking pre cum along your folds. and you try—to your credit, you really do try to stay quiet…but the burning stretch of alhaitham’s thick girth as he slides into you is enough to make you let out a weak sob. 

“f-fuck—haitham, please,” you gasp, “more, need more…so big.” 

he grins widely, letting out a low chuckle as he angles his hips and fucks into you, tip pressing against your sweet spot with enough force to make your nails dig into his shoulders as you mewl. his navel bumps against your clit, and the tight clamp of your walls around his painfully hard cock pulls a low grunt from him against your ear. 

“so tight,” he chokes, “f-fuck, you’re so good for me, yeah? a-always…always take me so well. gonna fill you up,” he rasps as your walls flutter around him and a mix of your arousal and his pre cum form a ring around the base of his cock. 

he thrusts his hips into you harshly, the squelching sound of his length drilling into you filling the quiet of the morning along with your desperate moans and his low grunts. it’s sure to catch the attention of your boyfriend’s roommate, but alhiatham can’t bring himself to care. it’s his house—and he’ll fuck you against the walls out in the open if he so chooses, he reasons. 

his eyes darken as your hand covers your mouth, trying your hardest to muffle the sounds that rip from your throat as he bullies his cock deep into your dripping cunt. 

“what, you don’t want him to hear how good i make you feel? is that the issue?” he sneers, wrapping a hand around your wrist and tugging your hand away from your mouth, making you gasp as he rolls his hips and hits a particularly sensitive spot against your walls. his thumb finds your clit, rolling harsh circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling a loud whine from you as you throw your head back and let your eyes flutter shut. “are you hearing yourself? do you hear how good i give it to you?” 

you’re too busy sobbing at the way the blunt head of his length hits your sweet spot with every roll of his hips to focus on the knocking on the door—the same knocking that makes alhaitham smirk as he quickens his pace, making sure you scream his name even louder to drown out a certain blonde as he demands peace and quiet.

❀ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄.

scaramouche has places to be as a harbinger—duties to get to and a job that keeps him rather occupied. rationally, he should be out the door by now…but your lips are a lot more enticing than carrying out his responsibilities. he tells himself he’ll pull away after just one more second, after just one more extra moment feeling you against him.

but then you start rubbing against him like that, and the bulge in his pants forming can’t be helped. it’s your fault—it’s your fault he’s late…but somehow, he doesn’t really seem like he minds. 

“if you have to go, then go,” you tease, pulling a growl from him as he glares at you. the hard-on between his legs is aching—throbbing to sink into your wet cunt and feel the tight hug of your walls. he shoots you a warning glance, making you giggle as you reach under his waistband and free his hardened cock. it’s heavy in your hands, red and flushed at the tip and weeping with beads of pre cum that have you hungry for the taste of him on your tongue. 

you stroke him languidly a few times, smearing his arousal around the sensitive skin, squeezing around his tip and pulling a weak groan from his throat. 

“d-don’t even think about teasing,” he glowers, making you chuckle before you press gentle kisses along his cheek, pressing your lips over his closed eyes until they travel to the tip of his nose. he gasps, biting his lips and whining as your hand brushes away stray strands of hair from his forehead and cups his cheek. 

“so pretty, kuni,” you murmur, “you look so pretty like this, you know. love you,” you breathe against his lips, pressing a soft peck against his mouth as he moans into yours. 

your thumb grazes his slit, teasing the tip of his cock, making his hips buck into your fist as he chases the friction. your other hand moves to cup his balls, squeezing and fondling them as your palm drags up and down his length quickly. his breathing is erratic now, harsh and labored as breathy whines fill the room with every second he approaches his orgasm. 

“i—’m gonna cum,” he rasps, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum…don’t stop,” he tries to demand, but the tone in his voice is bordering on a plead, almost as desperate as the way his hips fuck up into your hand to chase his release. 

you press lingering kisses along his jaw and cheeks, whispering hushed praises and gentle promises that you won’t stop—not until he’s cum for you and painted your hand white with his release. 

“s’ok, kuni,” you murmur, “just cum for me, okay? c’mon, baby.” 

with a choked gasp, he falls over the edge, thick ropes of cum shooting from his tip and coating your hand as you work him through his orgasm, taking in the sight of his parted mouth and closed eyes, taking in the blissed-out expression as he breaks under your touch. 

and scaramouche has things to do and places to be—but he can’t bring himself to leave the comforts of your arms as you wrap them around him gently. 

❀ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂.

diluc wakes up earlier than you every morning—it’s the norm. but sometimes, on days he comes home particularly late and roughed up, on days that are rare and far in between, you wake up to the sight of him still in bed, nestled under the sheets with crimson streaks that paint the pillowcase. 

it’s hard to resist him, and even harder to ignore the slight bulge of his morning wood that already taunts you. you argue it couldn’t hurt—and how could it when he sounds so pretty as he groans in his sleep with just a simple touch? your hand tucks under his boxers to expose his hardened cock from its confinements, slowly stroking it and smearing the leaking pre cum around his thick girth. 

it’s not long until his eyes blink open, peering up at you confused as he sucks in a harsh breath and moans at the way you squeeze around his swollen tip.

“f-fuck—what’s gotten into you—”

“luc,” you whine, “need you so bad,” you grab his hand, bringing it to feel the dampness forming between your legs, making his breath hitch.

and every plan he has for the morning flies out the window—diluc is a busy man with a busy schedule, but he’s never too busy for you. he doesn’t waste too much time rolling over you and pinning your hands over your head, leaning to kiss gently along your neck as his fingers sink into your dripping cunt. he’s purposefully slow—takes his time sinking his digits in and curling them against your sweet spot, rolling his palm over your clit with a ghost of a touch that has you whimpering. 

“i suppose i’ll just have to give you a lesson on being patient, won’t i?” he mumbles, bullying his fingers in and out of you painfully slow, pulling a needy whimper from your lips.

“faster,” you plead, “please, i wanna cum, luc. go faster, ‘s not enough—”

“be patient,” he growls, pulling his fingers out to land a warning slap against your clit, making you writhe against the sheets as you sob. the ache between your legs is painful—you want to feel the burning stretch of his thick cock, the familiar friction of his veins dragging along your walls as he splits you open. but he has other plans—plans that consist of teaching you a lesson for waking him up so selfishly…even if he can’t really say he minds it.

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, tears gathering at your lash line, “jus’ needed to feel you, ‘s all,” you pout, and he leans to press a soft kiss to your jaw, thumb teasing your clit as your walls clench painfully around nothing.

“i know,” he hums, “but i still have to teach you about being patient, love.”

❀ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀.

kazuha is a little bit greedy—just a little selfish when it comes to you and the way you feel under his body. he wakes up to you nestled against his side, pressed against him firmly and close enough that he can almost hear the pounding of your heart. you fit against him so well, and your hips curve into his hands a little too perfectly—who is he not to appreciate the feeling of you molding against his touch?

it’s not long until he has you pinned underneath him, his breath hot against your neck as he pants into your skin, hips sloppy and out of rhythm as he ruts into you desperately. he’s lost count of how many times he’s fucked you full of his load—of how many times you’ve cum around his cock as he pulls you into orgasm after orgasm. 

“k-kazu—”

“shh,” he coos, pressing sweet kisses to the tears on your cheeks, brushing his nose against yours as his fingers lace to connect your hands. he’s sweet—so sweet even as he utterly destroys you, the pleasure mingling with pain as you sob from the sensitivity. “just one more, love. i promise one more is all i want.”

it’s a lie—it’s what he said the last time, and the time after that, you think. the sun’s rays pour through the curtains, kissing your overheated skin and glistening the surface with sweat as he drills his spent cock into your dripping cunt. 

“c-can’t,” you protest weakly, wobbly lips and teary eyes peering up at him, pulling at his heartstrings with how perfect you look. “‘s too much—’m gonna…gonna break,” you gasp.

“now, let’s not be dramatic,” he chuckles, nipping at the skin along your jaw, sucking gently before kissing the marks he paints along every inch of you he can reach. “you want to be good, don’t you? wouldn’t you…ngh—” he cuts himself off with a weak groan as you squeeze around him, letting out a shaky breath, “—w-wouldn’t you want to be good for me?”

and you ponder his words so carefully before nodding, making him stare at you affectionately as you hiccup through cries and latch onto him tightly. you pull him into a needy kiss, whining against his mouth and letting him swallow your moans as he slams the blunt head of his cock against your sweet spot, curving into you and dragging his thick veins along your tight walls. 

it’s too much—but somehow, you can’t help but ache to give him more. 

“yes, ‘m good,” you nod, “wanna be good.”

“so perfect,” he breathes, and with another press of his mouth to yours, you come undone, mewling as your walls spasm around him and pull a low grunt from his lips, making his hips falter before he’s whining and spilling yet another load into your abused cunt. “love you—love you so much…so perfect.”

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a hybrid’s instincts

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, gorou, tighnari, (bonus) platonic!diona

◇ tags ◇ pregnancy, afab!reader, dragon!zhongli

◇ a/n ◇ what's that? will i ever stop pushing the dragon!zhongli agenda? hahahahahahahhahahhaha hhahaha ha ha- no.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

oh? what's this? it seems like your pregnancy triggered something in these men. their more… "animal side", perhaps?

ever since baizhu’s confirmation - actually, even weeks before that - zhongli has been very reluctant to let you wander out of the house. or even out of his sight, in general (which is quite strange since with his enhanced dragon senses you know he’s able to locate you within the house with no problems at all).

at night, you sometimes wake up to him in his dragon form. sometimes it’s his compact form nuzzling and he's purring near your stomach, sometimes it’s his half-dragon form where he’ll place his head beside your stomach with his tail curling around you protectively. it doesn’t matter whether you’re already showing or not; your heartbeat and the little hatchling’s brings him a sense of comfort that he needs, lest he becomes restless.

his nesting behavior is out of control. he’ll bring you all the pillows and blankets, surround you with the nicest smelling flowers, make you always wear his shirt, and he’ll bring anything you want to the bed so you don’t have to leave the nest. the further you are into your pregnancy, the more reluctant he is to leave you alone. he ends up taking that paternal leave hu tao has been telling him to get. bless her.

gorou is just as excited as he’s alerted. kokomi will have to force her best general to take a temporary leave from the army throughout your pregnancy because he’s so jumpy and sensitive to literally everything and his behavior is making all of the soldiers anxious.

gorou insists that you take a walk with him every day; just something light around the block to keep you from feeling lethargic. he’s also developed a habit to sniff everything that will touch your hand. yes, that includes your supposedly harmless change of clothes. it’s not ridiculous in his opinion! it’s a necessary precaution!!

will snarl when a stranger approaches you and tries to touch you in any way, even if it’s just a friendly gesture. he would be so embarrassed and apologetic about it afterward, but only once you’re at the safe haven of your house.

are you a forest ranger? an adventurer? does your profession require you to venture into the wilderness? welp, say goodbye to your job for the time being, because there is no way in any cycles of samsara tighnari would let you go into the dangers outside while you’re carrying his pups.

walking arm-in-arm whenever you're out and about is a must these days. whenever a villager congratulates you, you can sense his hold tightening despite the polite smile on his lips. if it was up to his instinct, he wouldn’t have let you get out of the house, but rationally he knows you need to move around and breathe in the fresh air.

though you still won’t be exempt from your beloved’s sassiness (”you want me to get you coffee…? do you think i’m an idiot?”) as long as what you ask for doesn’t harm you, he’s at your every beck and calls now, no question asked. you’re craving for collei’s specialized pita pockets? he’ll learn the damn recipe from collei herself and serve it on your favorite plate the next day. you want to be carried everywhere? good thing he’s got the physique fitting for the head of the forest rangers. you want ten kisses a day? say no more; he’ll give you thirty.

[bonus - platonic]

at first, diona seems super indifferent about it, only reacting with a ‘hmph… congrats, i guess’, but her actions speak louder than words. you know how cats tend to hover around pregnant women and even lay themselves near their bulging bellies? that's right.

no, you will not be having alcohol. no, your spouse will not be having alcohol. no, all the people within five hundred meters radius from you will not be having any single drop of alcohol. she won't allow those boozehounds to get close to you.

she’s so amazed at how your stomach keeps growing bigger every time you visit her. when you give her your permission, she’ll curiously poke and stare at your bump. her hand will gently pat your tummy as she unconsciously smiles. she starts to seek you out more often after that, telling you that she’s just there in case you need help, but you know she’s just worried about you. she would be such a good big sister to your baby!

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good evening have you considered healer scaramouche

the long forgotten sensation of a little hand in your own

𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 Chapter Three

The work of a pantie thief!

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Scaramouche and his disturbing— unhealthy obsession towards you, his gorgeous little classmate. (Soon to be more)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche/Wanderer x Fem!reader.

Yandere, creepy, obsessive and disturbing behaviour, character death (he kills someone *shocked face*), strangulation, worshiping, masturbation, pantie stealing/sniffing, mentions of cum, everyone is 18+, dark content ahead! modern/collage au, mdni, afab reader. 2.6k

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche’s eyes are locked solely onto your almost comically glowing figure, and he’s one hundred percent sure that if he were to squint his eyelids hard enough— there would be a pair of Angel white wings sprouting from your back, and a golden halo floating above your head. You looked so god damn ethereal, he thought. The harsh blaze of the sun shining against your face so elegantly that it made you look almost unreal, how your skirt blew softly along with the breeze. He has to quickly swipe the back of his hand over his mouth and make sure he’s not drooling at the sight— humming in annoyed amusement when the feeling of his saliva leaves a small, wet spot on his skin. Ignoring the weird stares he gets from other students around him, Scaramouche rises up from his spot on the grass and walks over to annoyingly insert himself in the group conversation you and your friends were having.

He doesn’t care about the glares he receives from them, because he’s more focused on the way you turn and smile at him welcomely, greeting him with that same soothing voice of yours that has his mind spinning in circles. He nods back at you in response, his eyes slightly dropping in rapture at how he’s finally close enough to you where he could do stuff like this. Everybody who was conversing with each other before he arrived, had stopped talking so freely— instead they choose to whisper their words because of the abrupt, awkward atmosphere that he had unintentionally brought over. No one there likes him, not one bit. His behaviour is creepy, not only in general— but directed towards you. Sometimes, his obsession towards you unknowingly breaks through his grumpy stature and slips up that he’s not sane. How his lips turn to a snarl when you mention hanging out with a certain friend, or how you’re coincidentally always paired up with him for assessments. Strange… yeah, they’ve noticed, and he’s noticed their more passive aggression towards him.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who bites down on his own tongue to muffle his heavy breathing when he hears your friends voice their concern about his relationship with you, as he’s stationed behind the wall to the women’s restroom— listening intently to their annoying voice. Oh how badly he wanted to pounce on and bash their skulls into the ground— but then that would really scare you off, so he dismisses it and continues to harshly scratch at the now growing scab on his thigh. You wouldn’t abandon him, would you? You did agree to be his ‘friend’ for life, even though you were drowsy from a two hour mid term test and probably had no idea what he was asking, you still agreed. Scaramouche feels his heart swell love when your sounds of disagreement enter his ears— wow, you’re sticking up for him? Arguing that he’s just a misunderstood and lonely boy, Saying he’s not as weird as everyone thinks? That you think he’s quite… cute? That last one allows a bright, red hue spread across his face, as well as his eyes pretty much dilating into hearts— a flush on his face which quickly rushes down his pants and to his dick, making it painfully prod against his now tight underwear. Though he of course wants to hear more of your silky voice echo though his ears with praise, directed at him, he hurries off to the male bathrooms so no one will catch him with a boner outside of the girls. That would definitely raise more alarms.

While Scaramouche is angrily pumping the shaft of his cock and rutting his hips up into his palm, gripping onto the tile wall of the stall he crammed himself into— he’s thinking of ways to rid of those wretched vermin you declared were friends. When the first wave of cum sprays from his dick and spreads jolts of pleasure throughout his body— he decides that they should no longer study at the same university as the both of you, and plans to fake an incident so they’ll be kicked out. When he’s moaning out your name in a shallow, pathetic whimper, squirting his fourth round of sticky cum up and all over the stall door— he thinks that, that wasn’t punishment enough. For trying to get in the way of your love, they should be gone entirely. Erased from existence with absolutely no way to interact with you, ever again. Hastily tugging up his pants, patting down his shirt and ruffling with his purple locks— Scaramouche exits the stall he had just orgasmed in and straight past the sinks, dismissing the thought of cleaning his hands and instead heads off to his next destination. Not caring about the cum he had painted all over the wall, in fact— he was more than smug about the thought of someone seeing the mess that he had left. (Because he’s yucky like that)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who— two weeks later, walks into his next class and takes his rightful seat beside you without a care in the world. As if he had not broke into one of your friends house during the middle of the night and strangled them in their sleep, just the night before. It’s was a slow and merciless process— one that he had relished in tremendously. The sight still vividly remains in his mind, how she had gasped and struggled around under the weight of his body. How his hands— tenuous as they were, wrapped around her throat and squeezed with all his strength. His eyes were downcast and luxuriating in the way her own had slowly started to loose their life, as her disgusting hands— which he knew had countlessly touched all over your graceful ones— had, inchmeal, lost their grip and fell from his arms that they were so desperately clawing onto for dear life. He hopes that they would forever remember the sinister smile he had on his lips the entire time during their suffering, because god does he wish that his face will haunt them for the rest of eternity.

He’s your shoulder to cry on when you hear of the news, when you had flung your head into the crease of his neck to weep your worries— he’s grinning like a mad man into your hair while patting your back lovingly, taking the thrilling opportunity to draw in a long and deep breath of your aroma which had fogged up into his nose. Your delicate hands are gripping onto his sleeve as you shed tears of sadness over the loss of your dear friend, all while he’s smugly lavishing in the tender warmth of your touch. Just as he had visioned, having his beloved in such a distressed state where she can hardly form coherent words, he takes this chance to voice out his words of so called solace. “Truely such an unfortunate end for them to face… if you would like, we can leave class early and I’ll walk you home. It’s not a good idea to stay here while you’re in such a… vulnerable state.” And take you home he does. From collecting your belongings and leaving the room, to whisking you away from nuisances who tried to console you themselves, Scaramouche holds your hand tightly while you both walk the path to your house. You were so wrapped up in your head that you don’t notice how he had known the exact direction without having to ask you.

The first thing Yandere Creep!Scaramouche does when he trails behind you through your front door, is rack his eyes over every wall in the entrance way for sighs of other males. Wether family photographs or shoes that he knows aren’t yours. He sighs out in relief when there is nothing for him to fret over— So he tightens his grip on your hand and trudges in the direction to your living room, right next to your bedroom. Your… bedroom… he’s almost foaming at the mouth. He’s just mere meters away from entering your bedroom for the first time ever. A place which you sleep, where you study, where you… masturbate. He pauses his steps, eyes slightly widening in realisation at the thought. You would definitely touch yourself at night, right? Maybe you grip onto your bed sheets in desperation as you’re plunging your fingers into your tight and wet pussy. Do you muffle your bonny moans with your hands out of embarrassment? Or do you let loose and allow them to echo of the walls of your room. He’s hoping option number one, for he does not want anyone other then himself to hear those cute little noises you let out. Scaramouche snaps out of his day dream when the feeling of your hand leaves his, and unconsciously, he reaches out to grip onto it because he’s already missing your warmth.

He excuses his actions of needfulness as a way to console you further, because he ‘does not want you to feel alone in this time of need.’ And encourages you to sit down and rest away your worries, as he’s by your side the entire time and tending to your needs. When you have tears leaking out from your beautiful eyes, and snot dripping from your nose— Scaramouche is extending a tissue into your hand and hovering his palm over your knee. When he notices the way your racked sobs slowly start to level with your now calmer breathing, he’s finding his way around your house and to the kitchen, searching each and every cabinet for a glass and filling it with water— back by your side before you even had the chance to notice his brief absence and handing it towards you. (Not before he keenly rummaged through your fridge and took a mental note of the foods you like to eat.) Scaramouche, with one hand, lifts the cup of liquid to your lips, while his other lands on the back of your head to tilt it upwards— and god does he feel like your boyfriend in this very moment.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who twiddles with his thumbs expectantly when you excuse yourself to the bathroom to freshen up, saying you’ll just quickly try and shower off your disturbance and be out within minutes. He nods quickly, and waves you off, muttering that he’ll wait right here on the couch for you, and watches as you waddle off in the direction he assumes is the bathroom. And he does stay put— for the first couple of minutes. Because when the sound of water rushing through the pipes, enters his hearing— he’s jumping up from his seat on the couch and making a beeline straight for your bedroom. His mouth slightly parts when he’s in the doorway, and his eyes dart around the room in excitement. Your dresser… your desk… your bed. His stare is dead set on your bed, and he’s about to start waking over to it until he accidentally steps on something soft that was lying on the floor.

When he looks down— he can basically feel his heart stop beating, because under his foot, is a cute little pair of pink underwear. Your underwear… Scaramouche doesn’t even register what his body is doing out of his control until he unconsciously drops down to his knees, in front of the item, hands cautiously reaching out to grab them as if they would try and run away. “Holy shit…” he mutters the moment his hand curls around the fabric, pinching it between his fingers and raising it up to his face. He swears he can still smell the scent of your pussy lingering on them, and he’s imagining the way your slick folds rub against the cotton with each step you take.

Scaramouche gulps down the lump in his throat, his grip tightening around the cloth as he slowly inches it closer to his face. And as much as he wants to saviour this moment, he knows that time is limited and he has to act, fast. So without a second left to waste— his hand is thrusting the material right up against his nose and taking a deep inhale. He moans, a loud and needy moan falls out his mouth and thankfully, muffles into your panties so you have no chance of hearing it. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels a jolt of electricity flow throughout his body. He hunches forward— his free hand planting on the ground to stabilise his trembling body. “Mhm god, so…fucking good.” He mewls, unaware that he had started drooling all over the fabric like some sort of feral animal.

God your scent smelled so good— way better then he had envisioned in his mind. Way, way better that it has his mind running fucking haywire. And although he doesn’t want to, he pulls them away from his nose to take a breather. His breaths are erratic, tongue lolling out from his lips while his eyes blink rapidly in desperation to try and rid of the black spots around his vision. He’s just in a complete state of pure euphoria as he hurriedly stuffs his face back into your underwear, his teeth clamping shut over them.

He’s wasn’t aware how long he had hunched over the floor with your panties basically shoved up his nose until he hears the faint sound of the shower turning off from the bathroom. He pauses, eyes anxiously darting up and racking around the room in a panic. Of course— just as his hand was slithering down his stomach and towards his aching dick, he knew time was up. So with all his remaining strength, he lifts up from the floor and tries to steady his shaking legs. He’s so dizzy, there’s a line of drool leaking down his chin, and his eyes are drooping in pleasure.

Scaramouche tries so hard to steady his breathing, he really does— and he’s one hundred percent sure he looks like some sort of crazy person with the way he stumbles around the room. So with one last whiff into the fabric, he quickly stuffs your underwear into his back pocket and stumbles his way towards the door, grabbing onto walls and shelves to ensure he doesn’t topple over. Thankfully, by the time he’s back in the lounge room and hunched over the couch— you emerge from the bathroom with damp hair and new clothes, an elegant scent of strawberry’s lingering off your body. (He’ll have to ask what soap you use one day.)

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche, for the next ten minutes, tries so hard to cover his boner from your gaze— he’s cupping it with his hand and grabbing a couch cushion to shield it away from you— all while he’s nodding along to whatever you say. It’s so painful, he’s occasionally taking deep, shaking breaths (which he blames on the sadness he feels for your friend) as he keeps shifting around in his seat to try and ease the tension. By the end of the day— as the sun slowly starts to set, you decide to call it a night and thank him for his time, walking him to the front door. He nods at you, eyes cast to the ground and saying to email him if you ever need anything.

Let’s hope you didn’t notice the way he tried to pull his shirt down to cover his hard cock— or why there is something pink, slightly hanging out from his back pocket.

Probably puts your underwear on his sex doll of you, lol

Omg I love your perv scaramouche sm,, imagine pervy scara daydreaming about being buried in your thighs, mouth watering at the thought of servicing you- his God. He'd thank you for letting him drink your juices like they were some magical elixir he swears he could live off of. Omg just him thinking of all the ways he could service you as your loyal follower, but for now, reenacting with his pillows and sex doll will have to do. GOD I LOVE SOGGY OBSESSIVE SCARA SM HELP

In love with you and your brain, nonny. 🥺 he’s imagining you in all sorts of lewd positions in the most random times— like the middle of class lol. Sorry this is so short, currently writing part three.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche who can slowly feel his mind slip away with each second the professor rambles on about whatever boring subject the class is learning, how his thoughts go from where you should go to for your next ‘date’ to what you would look like with your pretty thighs wrapped around his head as he’s slobbering all over your cunt. He lets out a shaking breath and looks to the side, where you’re sitting next to him and taking notes— unaware that you currently have his cock painfully prodding against his underwear. He has to keep uncomfortably adjusting around in his seat to try and ease down his growing erection.

The pen that was previously in the grip of his hand— falls onto the desk with a clatter, while the other, subconsciously slides under the table to hover over his clothed cock. His eyes anxiously dart around the room, making sure there is nobody watching his actions before he slowly starts to unzip his pants. It wasn’t the first time he has masturbated in the middle of class, but he had never done it while you were seated right beside him. If anything, it makes him even more excited— how there’s a very high chance that you could catch his hand pumping up and down his dick from under the desk. Scaramouche leans back in his chair, his head slightly tilting back in relief when he’s finally able to pull his cock out of his pants.

Would you grip onto his hair and whine at him to go faster? While his tongue is lapping up all your juices, his hand gripping onto your thighs for dear life. Or maybe you’d get embarrassed at the weak side you were showing and hold your breath, clamping your hand over your mouth and looking up at the roof so you don’t have to see his how purple hair peeks out from between your thighs. He’d loudly moan into your folds, hump his hips into the mattress to try and rut his cock against the bed. He’s begging you to put your hand on the back of his head and push him deeper into your cunt, as he wants to be as close as possible and have you squirt into his mouth— which he’ll gladly swallow every last drop of.

Yandere Creep!Scaramouche feels his cock twitch happily in his hand when the thought of you, squirting all over his face as you ride out your orgasm enters his mind. His breathing is starting to eradicate with each pump he aligns up and down his cock, and he can feel how his knee keeps quietly thumping against the underside of the desk. Thankfully, you haven’t noticed how he has completely disregarded the lesson up front and instead chose to stare at the side of your face, why one of his arms kept moving up and down at a fast pace, or when he would occasionally whimper under his breath when his thumb rolls over the slit of his cock head.

The first thing he does when he steps foot in his bedroom after class had ended, is run straight to the closet to pull out his sex doll and throws it carefully onto his bed. Impatiently shedding off every piece of clothing while he makes his way over— following suit and straddling the doll while positioning his cock to lay flat against the silicones stomach. “Fucking Christ… that’s right, I’ll service you until your pretty pussy is begging me to fuck it.” Scaramouche is mewling out you name as he humps the doll, his hands latching onto ‘her’ shoulders as his dick rubs up and down ‘her’ body— all while he’s imagining it’s you, wrapping your perfect legs around his waist and pulling him in closer. :(

NOOOOO I'M TAKING HIM WITH ME I'M TAKING HIM WITH ME OR I'M STAYING

Aether and Lumine can drag their asses back to Tevyat if they wanna see their older sib again because I'm staying with Wanderer 😭 give that puppet a tiny kiss

(from this and this!) the fact you chose him out of your own siblings—him, the discarded puppet who was never enough. you could have chosen to stay for one of the archons, for the people and the gods you’ve helped. hell, even one of the multitude of friends you’ve made in your travels across teyvat, but the fact that you chose him? he doesn’t quite believe it, ears ringing and heart stuttering as he asks you if you could repeat what you said. and you smile indulgently, ever so soft, ever so sweet, ever so you that he can’t help himself from falling all over again when you say, “of course i’m not leaving, silly. i promised i’d stay, didn’t i?”

he stumbles, nearly trips on his own feet as he rushes to throw himself at you, burying his face in your shoulder as he cries in relief. and you hold him, unbothered by the wetness gathering in your clothes, strong arms secured around him—real, just like the fact that you’re staying with him. staying for him.

and oh, he realizes, welcoming the warmth in his chest, this is what it means to love someone.

Your heart. 

"first meeting"

setting after 3.3 interlude quest

Title: Supersede

Pairing: Yandere!Wanderer x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Mild Spoilers, Unhealthy Relationships, Mentions of Past Abuse, and Obsessive Behavior.

A few weeks ago, a traveler with golden hair and stars in their eyes tried to tell you that your husband was not the man you’d come to know.

You’d obviously laughed off their attempts to explain how a ‘world tree’ and the plots of Fatui Harbingers would leave you married to a stranger who’d, in a past life, supposedly taken you as his hostage spouse and punished your escape attempts with bolts of lightning and electric shocks, neither of which your dearly beloved had ever shown any affinity for. It was gibberish, all of it – the meaningless drivel of a madman with all the time in the world to construct a story about time travel and false gods and century-spanning calamities. You couldn’t possibly be asked to believe a word of it. You refused to believe a word of it.

Or, you would’ve refused, if your husband hadn’t suddenly started acting… unlike himself around the time of the traveler’s visit.

Even now, he was doing something he’d done before – pouring over tomes older than the two of you combined, searching for something you couldn’t begin to name in the faded text written across tattered pages. He’d read before, sure, but his preference had veered towards travel guides, folk tales, the occasional light novel when you were passing through Inazuma and something about blacksmith heroes or star-crossed lovers caught his eyes, and he would always try to drag you into it, pulling you against his side as he tried to explain the tangled romance between a war-hardened general and rebel spy sent to win her heart (he had a soft spot for stories doomed to end tragically). Seeing him like this, buried among texts as dry as Sumeru’s desert, making no effort to pull you into his lap or coax you out of the bay window you’d balled yourself up in – it felt like you were boarding with a scholar, not a wanderer. It felt wrong.

The fact that you had a window to sit in at all was bizarre. You could count the number of inns you’d stayed at since meeting him on a single hand. Neither of you were fragile, and you didn’t mind sleeping under the stars, seeking shelter in shrines and treetops and stifling your laughter as you tried to teach your husband how to start a fire from scratch for the thousandth time. You preferred it, in all honesty. Cooping yourself up inside always made you feel anxious, trapped, like a fox about to stumble into a lurking snare. Your claustrophobia must’ve slipped his mind, though. That, or he just didn’t care.

You leaned against the glass, curling your tail around your folded legs. Your tapered ears pressed into the sides of your skull, but you ignored it, clearing your throat before you spoke. “You know, I’ve heard there’s a plot of uncharted ruins just west of Apam Wood.” He glanced in your direction, and you grinned, letting your head lull to the side. “Sounds fun, right? If we leave tomorrow, we should be able to—”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Why would I want to waste my time in a glorified pit filled with cave paintings and ruin guards?”

He’d proposed to you in a pit – Liyue’s Chasm, to be more specific. You’d been stranded with a group of miners at the bottom of a temperamental elevator shaft, and he had absent-mindedly admitted that he’d always pictured himself dying as your husband, not your lover. The elevator was ultimately repaired before you suffered any causalities, but he’d made good on his word. You still weren’t sure if the one-eyed captain you’d found performed an entirely legitimate ceremony, but you could still remember how brightly he smiled, what his lips had tasted like when you'd kissed him that day.

If it hadn’t been real, if it hadn’t really happened, then you wouldn’t be able to remember it so clearly. If he wasn't your husband, then you wouldn't see

“How about Vanarana, then? The sky there is supposed to be such a sight, no poet can describe its beauty in fewer than a dozen pages.”

“I’ve heard the same kind of thing said about Yashiori Island, and Dragonspine, and Cuijue Slope. I’m beginning to think the poets are the ones at fault.”

You shrunk into yourself, pursing your lips. Finally, he seemed to notice your melancholy, pushing himself to his feet with an airy sigh and reluctantly shutting his tome. In a few seconds, he was at your side, seated across from you in the cushioned windowsill. All he had to do was uncross his arms and you were lurching towards him, slotting yourself against his chest and burying his face in the fabric of his shirt. There was a breathy laugh, more demeaning than anything you’d heard from him before the traveler’s visit, but you chose to ignore that, to melt into the arm wrapped around your waist, the fingernails slowly raking over the base of your ears. That, at least, hadn’t changed. He’d always found your circumstance – as an unaging puppet with no heart and an immortal kitsune with no supernatural abilities – particularly romantic.

“I know you’re bored, but what I’m doing is necessary.” Right. His all-important mission, handed down from Lesser Lord Kusanali herself. It wasn’t that you didn’t believe him – it just wasn’t like your husband to care about the goals of archons. You two had never stayed in the same place long enough to be bothered by the ongoings of gods and goddesses, before. “We’ll be traveling again in a couple weeks. And when we are, I promise, you’ll be treated to every mediocre view and monster-infested colliery this shithole of a nation has to offer.” He flashed you a grin, kissing your cheek. “Think of it as... compensation. For how good you've been for me, so far.”

You were quiet, for a moment.

Then, you brought your hands up to rest on his arm, asking softly, “Do you remember where we met?”

His hold on you tightened ever so slightly. “In Inazuma, obviously.”

“Do you remember how?”

He opened his mouth, then hesitated. Instantly, you felt your heart shatter in your chest.

But you didn’t pull away. If anything, you only sunk further into him, going near-limp in his hold while he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips just barely ghosting over the column of your throat. Even his affection was had changed, all lingering touches and sparse hints of fondness where there used to be stolen kisses, unabashed praise, as much love crammed into every possible second, like the hundreds of years you’d spent together still weren’t enough for him. Like this new person in front of you, this distorted imitation of your dear husband, was simply too used to having you in the palm of his hand to ever entertain the thought of a world wherein you might’ve been anywhere else.

“Are you…” You started, reluctantly, quickly trailing off. It took you a few seconds to find your voice, to swallow down the knot of tension forming in the back of your throat, but he waited, more patient than he’d ever been before. “Are you still my husband?”

He didn’t hesitate, this time. “Of course,” and then, with his lips still pressed against your skin, “I’ll be whatever I have to be, for you.”

The comfort was minimal, if there truly was comfort to be found in his words at all. He was a stranger to you, a replacement, and yet, you stayed quiet, bit your tongue as he pressed slow, open-mouthed kisses into the crook of your neck, the dip of your shoulder. You burnt where he touched you, and you didn’t trust the way his teeth scraped against your skin, but what else were you supposed to do?

Your husband was gone. If the traveler's words were anything to go by, he was all you had left.

The unexpected third and final part to the series I never gave a name to, otherwise known as a continuation of the jealous Venti, overworked reader, and treasure hoarders fiasco

Warnings: general sagau, blood, implied death (not main characters)

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Sitting on Your Baby's Face

Aether x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Face Siting, Oral Receiving, Mommy Kink, Top!Reader, Sub!Aether, Pussy Suffocation, Praise Kink.

Summary: Aether begs you to let him eat your pussy.

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The Traveler, that's what everyone calls him, beckoning him to help them, to do their measly little tasks that they're too lazy to do themselves, like he's some kind of slave.

That's the thing, he is a slave, but he only answers to one person...

You, his Mommy.

As everyone knows him by the title "Traveler", you know him as Aether, your sweet little baby boy that would do anything, anything to please you.

After coming back to the Serenitea Pot, exhausted from all the tasks he's commissioned to do, all Aether wants now is to just be with you.

Hug you tight, nuzzling his face on your soft tiddies, drop down on his knees and beg for you to just use him in everyway you please.

He loved it when you lead him to your shared room, your bodies both stripped of clothes, his cock already hard and ready just from seeing your body, your nipples against his skin when you hug him setting his own body on fire.

"Mommy..." Aether was almost certain that there was tears in his eyes, his body comfortable on your bed as you were on your knees beside him, cooing at him and caressing his face tenderly.

Your naked body was a sight for sore eyes, so perfect and soft, the blond boy had seen you bare so many times before, but the sight still leaves him panting, wanting to bury his face on your soft, warm breasts or even between your thighs.

Yes... He wants that, he wants his face between your thighs, lips on your pussy and lapping up your sweet juices.

The thought of that made Aether mewl instantly, his cock rising up even more, hardening as his mind was occupied by the thought of pleasuring his Mommy.

"Ohh... what's got my baby boy so excited?" You smile when noticed his cock twitching and standing up, pre-cum coming out of the tip as his calloused hands grab onto your wrists, his face rubbing against your soft palms.

"Please... Mommy." Aether was begging, his face was close to your thighs, just a little bit more and he can finally get a taste of your sweet sweet pussy.

"What? I don't know what you're on about." You were playing with him, enjoying his frustrated expression when you just wouldn't shove his face on your cunt after he begged.

He lets out a little groan, but you ignored his attempt of gesturing what he wants. "Can I..." Aether's face was flushed, "...I w-want to make Mommy feel good." He was about to sit up, ready to push you down onto the mattress and spread your legs apart to finally taste your sweet mouthwatering juices, but you stopped him, pushing down on his chest to prevent him from getting up.

"Can Mommy sit on her baby's face today instead?" Instantly did his mouth water at your question. You sitting on his face, it made his heart burst with happiness and his body heat up with lust.

You were amused as Aether frantically nodded at you, putting his hands together and pleading for you to sit on him. "P-Please... please..."

Words can not express his joy as you placed your thighs beside his head, your cunt lowering down on his face as his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you down to him immediately. "My, you sure are eager today, aren't you?" You giggled when he had forced your body down, his mouth meeting your warm center.

"Can my sweet baby eat Mommy's pussy, please?" With that, Aether can finally eat you out, suck your pussy for all its worth. He felt so proud of himself when you released moans from your mouth, telling just how good of a job he's doing, that he's such a good boy, his heart was soaring, can't think of anywhere else he would rather be than here, under you, slurping his Mommy's pussy dry.

You were smiling contently above him, your baby was just so amazing, not even complaining when his cock was turning red from need, angry that your walls isnt around it yet. It must be painful for your poor boy, his mouth was busy lapping you up, but his dick was standing up, so hard and dry, seemingly begging for release.

You start grinding on his face, much to his enjoyment, his arms tightening around your thighs. "Archons, Aether... I'm gonna cum!" You screamed in pleasure, grabbing him by his golden locks and pushing his face even harder against you.

The blond boy felt tears in his eyes once again, he couldn't breathe, but just the thought of you using his face to pleasure yourself made it all worth it.

With a loud moan, cum immediately gushed out of your pussy, staining his face with your glistening nectar. Aether had lapped it all up as you cum, not letting your wonderful juices go to waste.

After a few seconds, you finally got off him, his pants heavy to catch his breath. You looked back at him, you're precious baby boy, wiping away the few tears that got loose off his golden eyes.

"T-Thank you, Mommy..." Aether's face leaned on your hand, you softly caressing his cheek. His tongue had licked your cum from his lips, savouring your delicious taste.

"I should be the one thanking you, baby. You did such a good job." You sat up, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. "Mommy has to do something for her baby too." Chills ran up his spine as your other hand grabbed his cock, your thumb smearing the pre-cum on his tip as you start pumping up and down.

"Ahhh... M-Mommy~" Aether had buried his face on the crook of your neck, his blond locks tickling you whilst you place your legs around him, placing yourself above his lap.

Your pussy was right on top of his length, letting some of your cum drip out and wetten his cock.

But it was your turn to be surprised when Aether had grabbed your hips, dragging you don't onto his cock and forcing his way in. "A-Aether..." You weren't at all ready for him to just shove himself in all the way.

He had rolled both of you over, your back now on the mattress with him on top of you, balls deep into your soaking pussy.

"J-Just let me make you feel good, Mommy..."

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Requested by: @zelumither

Aether calling you Mommy, mmhhmm. I really had fun writing about very needy Sub!Aether so I hope you like this! Thank you for requesting!!!

Remember that one thirst about scara and Xiao fighting over creator LIKE WE RESPECT NEED AN ACTUAL SMUT ABOUT IT

Authors note: I LOVE this kind of stuff. We need more threesomes in SAGAU.

CW: Jealousy, yandere themes, double penetration, afab reader, gn pronouns, fainting, rough sex, blowjobs, breeding, SAGAU, praise, degradation, attempted aftercare, not proof read

You had just recently introduced the both of them and tried to make them get along. It felt like you were trying to get feral cats to bond. Xiao had been around far longer than Scara, and it bothered him that he had to share you.

When you brought Scaramouche home the first thing Xiao did was grab you. He was in defense mode, why was another man touching you??? He thought for sure you were being brainwashed. Once you explained the situation, Xiao was still furious. How dare you bring home another man, and expect them to “get along”?

You were worried about your sex life with the both of them around. You already had enough issues with Xiao fucking your brains out when another man looked at you. You didn’t think Xiao would be able to watch you kiss Scara without ripping him to shreds. You tried to start out slow, by having them both sleep in the same bed as you. You should have known slow and steady isn’t Scara’s thing. If you constantly insist you can’t to anything with Xiao around, he’ll fuck you in the middle of the night while everyone else is sleeping.

You began to feel guilty for doing all of this without Xiao’s knowledge, so you asked him to participate. When the day finally came that they were both willing to try a threesome, they were as jealous as ever. Both so determined to make you love them by making you cum more than the other.

Xiao desperately gripped at your chin, forcing your lips to connect with his. Loud wet noises echoing through the room as he placed open mouthed kisses against you. Between breaths you could hear him growling and panting repeating “Mine.”

Annoyed at the fact your lips were occupied, Scara made his way to your chest. He didn’t bother taking off your clothes normally. He tore at the fabric, the buttons on your shirt popped apart and revealed your chest to him. He didn’t waste any time before taking your nipple into his mouth. He used his free hand to toy with your other nipple. He lightly bit at your chest earning a muffled scream from you.

Xiao pulled away from your lips with a sigh, he tugged at your underwear frantically. Out of instinct, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands. Scara pulled away from your nipple with a loud pop noise, before holding your hands together above your head. Xiao spat on your clit and rubbed slow circles around it before getting shoved out of the way.

“You’re in my way, move.”

Scara snarled and tried to situate his way in between your thighs. He started with kissing up your thighs in order to tease you. You could feel his hot breath against your heat and it was driving you mad. He slowly dragged his tongue up your folds and pulling away as soon as you reached for more.

“You obviously don’t know what you’re doing. I’ve been serving the creator far longer than you, only I know what they like.”

Xiao tried to move Scara’s face out of the way but he refused to budge. Both of the boys’ cheeks were pressed up against one another, both shoving and pushing trying to get an advantage on tasting you. Their tongues quickly moved all over your pussy, both watching your facial expressions to see which spots made you squeal the most.

Xiao’s pace was aggressive and fast, sucking at your clit with no intentions of stoping until you were screaming. Scara’s pace was painfully slow, it was meant to torture you, and have you rub against him for more. The intense friction had you gripping their hair, trying to pull them off of you.

You tried to close your legs, but they stopped you. Xiao got annoyed at your attempt to halt his movements, so he shoved two fingers in you. He watched as you dug your elbows in the mattress, trying to pull yourself away. It was impossible for you to close your legs, both of their body weight was pressed up against your legs. Once they were satisfied Xiao lined himself up with your entrance, nails piercing your thighs trying to stabilize himself.

Once he made his way into you, his grip loosened. He ran his fingertips over the indents from his nails scattered across your thighs. He stretched you out without warning, his cock separating your gummy walls. No matter how many times you fucked Xiao, he still acted like a virgin. His tongue always rolled out of his mouth at the slightest movements, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. He was doing his best to ram into your cervix, in hopes that he can pull your attention away from Scara.

Scara harshly dug his fingertips into the softness of your face, looking directly into your eyes. He made sure that no matter how good Xiao made you feel, you couldn’t turn your attention away from him.

“Does he fuck you better that I do?” He asked with a cynical smile on his face.

You stuttered barely able to get out an answer. There was barely any blood left in your head, all of it had rushed to your pussy. You opened your mouth to form an answer but got interrupted by a particularly hard thrust. His eyes narrowed as he began to smirk, he knew you wouldn’t be able to answer.

“Yes- wait- No! I-I don’t know..I can’t….”

He laughed at you, and rubbed the tip of his cock against your bottom lip.

“Wrong answer, doll.”

He applied pressure to your jaw forcing you to open your mouth. He took advantage of the small opening and stuffed his dick as far down your throat as he could. You could barely breathe, the wind was getting knocked out of you with every swing of the boys’ hips. Xiao hitting your cervix repeatedly, while Scara bruised the back of your throat. The feeling was painful but so intoxicating.

“You’re doing a terrible job. Didn’t anyone teach you that your supposed to apply suction during blowjobs?”

As much as you tried you just couldn’t focus on sucking him with the way Xiao was plowing into you. You did your best, but just ending up drooling over him. He grabbed your throat and squeezed it, allowing the area around his cock to tighten. You choked and teared up, pushing against his hips in hopes to have some room to breathe. Xiao grabbed your arms and held them behind your back, using them as a handle to fuck you harder.

Xiao rutted up against you as fast as he could, rapidly chasing his orgasm. He couldn’t be bothered to pull out so he came as deep in you as he could. Scara noticed and demanded they switch positions so he could cum in you too. As soon as Scara got in you, he tried to find the right angle to hit your favorite spot. His cock rubbed up against your fucked out walls and caused you to let out uncontrollable moans.

As much as he wanted to taunt Xiao by railing you into the bed, he just couldn’t. The familiar bubbling feeling in his stomach threatening to leak out of his cock stopped him. He instead switched to long slow strokes, while still trying to go as deep as he could.

“Are you trying to put them to sleep?”

Xiao felt a sense of accomplishment seeing how Scara wasn’t keeping up with his pace. Scaramouche ignored the insult and continued with his slow pace. The contrast between his movements and Xiao’s previous rough pace had you gripping onto him, begging for more. The more he started to get into it, the more he pushed Xiao out of the picture. He grabbed your face and kissed you so Xiao couldn’t use your throat, and always kept his hand on your clit.

Xiao eventually got enraged and man handled you away. He positioned you on top of him and shoved himself back deep inside you. He had you lean up against him so Scara could have access to your hole too. You screamed and grasped at Xiao’s shoulders desperately trying to prepare yourself for the intense stretch.

Neither of the boys thought that you could get any tighter, the feeling of you clenched around them made them go crazy. Scaramouche bounced you up and down, watching as both cocks slid in and out of you. His eyes were fixated on you, and he couldn’t look away. Xiao brushed your hair out of your face and told you how good you were doing, while Scara repeatedly smacked your ass telling you how much of a whore you were. The difference between their words was overwhelming your brain. Both your mind and body were exhausted.

You were already on your nth orgasm, and you could feel your body slowly start to shut down. You passed out, but neither of them noticed. They continued rutting into you with no restraint like wild animals. Soon enough you were dripping cum from all of your holes. Xiao checked your face, only to see you were completely out of it.

Both he and Scara carried you to the shower, one trying to hold you up while the other washed you off. For your sake, both were doing their best to ignore the fact they were still rock hard. You slowly opened your eyes to see the both of them, still naked, arguing over who made you moan more. They were changing the sheets while yelling insults about the others performance. When they noticed you had woken up they helped you over to the newly made bed. You sleepily settled down and tried to pull the covers over you before getting jerked to the left.

Xiao had a death grip on your waist and had no intentions of sharing. Scara grabbed your arm and tried to maneuver your body from Xiao’s grip. It continued all night, you constantly being pulled back and forth, and one of the boys occasionally trying to slip his cock into you again. They often sounded like children arguing over who likes the TV show more. In the middle of the night you’d hear whispering along the lines of

“I swear to celestia if you don’t let me hold them, I won’t hesitate to wipe out Liyue.”

“Know your place, puppet.”

Be prepared to be asked who your favorite is. It doesn’t matter if you tell them you love them equally, they will still try to pry a “real” answer out of you.

So I have a lot of brainrots and stuff that I share with my brother but nobody else that I felt like sharing with you. One of them is what if creator!Reader subconsciously ends up sending like... gifts from our world to Teyvat. Like giving them a taste of the things the creator likes or is familiar with and are tailored to the characters who get them, so like Yun Jin, Xinyan, and Venti get access to an interdimensional radio that plays music from Earth, and Albedo gets like science textbooks, and tech that is too advanced for Teyvat and has media would be translated into book form, so cartoons become comics/manga so like Klee gets like a manga version of MLP:FiM and Beidou gets a novel series version of Pirates of the Caribbean... maybe Zhongli gets copies of myths and legends from earth history cause he seems like he'd like that...

Oh my god this is so cool, like, and this is kind of expanding on that in a different form, if reader just happened to look at an everyday object they owned and thought "Huh, you know I bet *insert character here* would find this interesting" then boom, it's transported directly to them (in three to five business days—)

So like the first few times it happens everyone is super confused, I mean, random stuff that they didn't even know existed is suddenly appearing in front of them

As soon as word gets out that your the one doing it, all hell is going to break loose, anything that makes its way from your world to their world is going to be seen as a blessed object, the receiver as someone who has gained your favor

So there's probably going to be ceremonies dedicated to this where everyone tries to get your attention so that you might think of them more (and therefore have a higher probability of you accidentally sending them something that reminds you of them)

Like characters that you would typically only see on character quest or specific storylines are going to be appearing more frequently outside of that, doing anything possible to get you to strike up a conversation so they can keep you there as long as possible

Characters that you already own are going to try their hardest to stay as a part of the main team, a suspicious increase in attack rates, sometimes it looks like the attacks don't even hit them, how suspicious

Suddenly these mostly meaningless things that you wouldn't even glance twice at in your own world become the most important object that person owns, it'll be treasured and displayed and shown off

Since everybody just assumes the more things a person has the more well liked they are, the characters which end up getting a lot from you are going to be both the object of adoration and jealousy, you've successfully placed a target on their backs—

Getting into more specifics, I think it would be so funny if you were reading a modern chemistry or just general science book for your class or job or even just a pass time, and then happened to think of Albedo, because that book would contain knowledge that is so far beyond what they currently know

What they could understand would probably completely blow their minds about the universe and elements and how all of that works

It'll probably be interpreted that you are the one who wrote that btw, you'll be hailed as an absolute genius (as if they didn't already think that), and also incredibly merciful for sharing your wisdom with the rest of them

That's stupid textbook would become the most read and studied book by all of the greatest minds in Teyvat

Of course it is still owned by Albedo, who is incredibly honoured that you would choose to share this with the world through him

And God forbid if you accidentally happened to think of Zhongli while reading a history book—

I could see that turning into a disaster real quick, I mean, everybody is going to learn about the fact that you live in a completely separate world with other people similar to you, and how that world is incredibly cruel and heartless—

It would strengthen their resolve to physically take you away from there

Of course, that does all hinge on the notion that Zhongli would let anybody else even touch that book, which is a little far fetched

I imagine mythology books would be a much safer bet, but there's always a chance that those could be taken as actual history books to so—

I could imagine Venti getting modern instruments, books of poetry perhaps, and I think the funniest would be some kind of iPod, or any other type of music storing device that runs on battery power

Because imagine it, they don't really have anything like that there, so it would take a bit of trial and error to even figure out what it is and how to use it, then he suddenly learns that it's used to play music (which is just so crazy to all of them), music that is completely unlike anything that they have ever heard or known to be possible, even for him with his self proclaimed knowing all music that has and will ever exist

And then the battery dies—

It's not like any of them know how to charge it or even that they have to, so then he assumes that he just broke the gift you gave him—

I want you to imagine what a distraught person looks like, now take that image and multiply it by 10 or so

Venti is going to feel so bad, you went through all this trouble to send him a specialized gift (which was better than anything you have ever sent anyone else in his eyes), and he breaks it

If you were there physically he would apologize for days on end, but since you aren't there physically, he has to simply use that energy apologizing to the statute of you and praying that you'll forgive him

If he gets another gift after that he'll feel better about the whole thing, taking that as a sign of your forgiveness

(Venti would also accidentally be given a lot of wine by me because I just think about him everytime I see bottles anywhere)

Childe would probably be most likely to get various types of weaponry, I'm basing a lot of this soley off of what items cause me to think of these characters btw, but he would really take great pride and whatever you gave him, even if it was like stupid little trinkets (Childe with a tiny bow key chain that he puts on his actual bow let's go—)

I really want Thoma to get a dog stuffed animal, because I think that would be incredibly cute

I think the kids getting things would be absolutely adorable, especially if it was kind of unorthodox things

Like Qiqi now has a large pile of coconuts and coconut shaped toys, because every time you see one you can't help but think of her

Klee would get cute comics and probably a large amount of various toys that are red, she would hoard them all in her room and refused to give them up for anything

It's just such a fun idea, and really personalized too since everyone has different associations for characters and objects, thank you for sharing <3

Jealous Venti stuff cause I'm on that rn

Warnings: general sagau, possessiveness I suppose, mild codependency

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Obviously you can only split your attention so many directions, it was inevitable something would eventually slip through.

Venti was just so sure it would never be him, and yet...

Five minutes was nothing, not in the face of the eternity he'd been waiting before you descended.

He mental cringed at how much like Ei that sounded.

Five minutes turned to ten, which soon rolled over into twenty. But he was nothing if not dutiful, or perhaps that was just another way of saying obsessive.

Dutiful, obsessive, completely and utterly infatuated, what did the wording matter, the end result was the same. The end result was him willing to stand outside your chamber door all night, if only to confirm you had really slept somewhere else, potentially even with someone else.

It made him nauseous. Worse than nauseous. It made him feel as if a black hole was consuming him from the inside, tearing his body apart at an atomic level.

That was a normal thing to feel, right? A deep set hatred, one he never even thought himself capable of, when your attention was anywhere but him.

Not at you, god never at you. The day he started feeling anything less than complete bliss at simply the thought of you was the day he'd die, by his own hands if it came to that.

No it wasn't you, it was everything else, every single thing in the entire never ending universe that wasn't you or him simply didn't matter. It didn't deserve the emotional energy that would be wasted, that would be better spent on you.

It was around the two hour mark now, 7,243 second to be more precise.

Venti's legs were starting to hurt, his unwillingness to move even the slightest centimeter until he finally layed eyes on you was catching up to him.

You should have been back by now...

He played with the idea of going to look for you himself multiple times throughout the past two hours, but the thought of being gone when you did finally return, the thought of you closing your chamber door in order to rest, effectively barring him from seeing you until morning—

His waiting did finally pay off, the sight of you entering his peripheral, his ability to breathe halting momentarily.

It took only a mere two seconds before you were no longer on your feet, knocked to the ground with the force of a thousand winds, or at least the one who controlled them.

"Venti??"

"Where were you?"

It was said with such unfiltered sadness from where he lay on top of you, his hands snaking around your waist so your position was something closer to a hug.

"I— I was with Kaeya—" You stuttered, thrown slightly off guard.

Venti's grip noticeably tightened.

You regained your composure and elaborated, "After the meeting, which went on for longer than expected, he wanted to update me on a Treasure Hoarder situation that was being monitored."

You weren't particularly surprised by Venti's sudden display of affection, but the fact he didn't even wait until you were inside your bedroom was a bit suspicious.

"You shouldn't be bothered with that," he was quick to retort, a mild venom lacing his words, "It's his job, is Kaeya so incompetent that he has to rope you into such trivial matters?"

'He was just doing it so he could spend more time with you.'

That part went unspoken, its implication hanging in the air.

You were starting to see a bit more of the picture, maneuvering yourself to a sitting up position with a sigh and allowing him to wordlessly crawl into your lap, burying his face against you as you stroked his hair.

"I promise you it was something that required my attention, but I'm sorry for making you wait nonetheless."

Venti let out a hum, seemingly satisfied with your answer, or maybe it was just the fact he couldn't be anything but wholly happy in this position if he tried.

The repetitive movement of finger gliding through his hair halted for a moment, it was only a moment but fear immediately coursed through him at the thought of you pulling away.

"Maybe we could move out of the middle of the hallway now?"

Oh. Right. You were both still on the floor. Although, in your embrace, he could have been in the depths of the abyss itself and wouldn't have bothered to notice.

You got a small, almost completely unnoticeable nod in return, choosing to cautiously return to a standing position as Venti's hold barely loosened.

It would be practically impossible to walk even five feet like this, so you opted on deploying strategy A, created for this exact situation after the fifth time it happened.

You moved your hand to brush over his face, catching his attention as he pulled back just enough to allow you to position it under his chin, as you then pushed his head up to his eyes met yours.

An unknown question died in his throat as your lips quickly captured his own, it only took half a second before he melted into it, succumbing to all the glory that was you.

You waited a second longer before pulling away, ensuring that he would be too out of it to try and stop you.

Just as you expected, he was practically putty, allowing you to simply drag him along as he slowly came down from that high. The next thing he consciously registered was he was somehow in your room, laying at the foot of your bed as you exited bathroom with a pair of pajamas on.

"Your grace please..." Venti whined, the realization that you took advantage of his blissed out state, albeit not in the way he would have liked, dawning. "That's not fair..."

"Well I'm sorry that the bed is more comfortable than the hallway floor."

Once you finally situated yourself in a comfortable position Venti went back to draping himself on top of you, resting his head between your shoulder and neck, soaking up all warmth you provided.

It only took a minute for him to remember why you were late again, unpleasant feelings once again festering.

"You know," Venti started, his breath against your neck causing you to shiver, "If Treasure Hoarders are the reason, maybe I should just take care of them tomorrow, since Kaeya can't seem to."

The last part of that was mumbled, but audible nonetheless. You let out a hum in response.

"I don't think that's necessary."

Well that hurt.

Did you not think he was capable? Had he not proven himself time and time again to be incredibly capable of taking care of some of the less than pleasant problems you faced? Did you think Kaeya was more capable than him???

"Your grace, I'm not quite sure you understand my intentions."

Venti was quick to grab your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it with a wink. "I would make the world bleed for you. I want you to rely on me."

You almost felt the need to laugh, someone offering to be your rock to lean on? To be your solid ground amidst a sea of uncertainty? A part of you found it amusing, and a part of you found it sad.

Venti seemed to read your blatant apprehension.

"No one else matters," he continued, "No one ever will. I could make everything about you."

He moved his head to face you, so you could see how genuine his eyes were.

"You wouldn't have to worry about anything, ever." He inched closer with every word, "Not the Treasure Hoarders, not Kaeya or the knights or Mondstadt. I'd take care of it all." Venti finished, his lips barely a hairs breath away from yours, wanting that small gap to close but never taking.

You want it, him, the promise he gives but could never keep. That was just the problem wasn't it, your wants didn't matter, you had a role to fill.

You pulled away, the rift between you growing, Venti let out a pained sigh.

"Do you really hate me that much?"

He sounded genuinely heartbroken, as if he would much prefer you to have physically hurt him than even insinuate you didn't want to touch him.

"You know I don't." You replied in an exhausted tone, "If the circumstances were different, if I wasn't me, there would be nothing that could stop me from taking you up on that. But I can't abandon them, and it's not fair to ask you to pick up the slack."

Venti's face darkened, of course they were the problem, they would always be the problem.

"So selfless..." There was a bitter tone to his voice, a bite that challenged anyone who wanted to even try and stop him from taking you all to himself, "They don't deserve it."

You winced slightly at his tone, a movement he felt. He offered an apology in the form of soft kisses pressed against your collarbone, lazy movements as his hair tickled your neck.

You bit back a giggle, feeling his actions leading him up your neck, then to your jaw, eventually peppeing your face while intentionally avoiding your lips.

"Venti! Venti Venti it tickles!" You squeaked out laughing, unable to stop at how you felt him smile against you.

He pressed a final kiss to you forehead, drawing that one out before pulling back, his expression once again going somber.

"I'm being honest you know, just say the word, I'll take care of everything you could ever want, I'd do it all for you in a heartbeat. You'd never have to rely on anyone else, no more incompetent untrustworthy people that don't even deserve to look at you. I could deal with anyone who tries to come between that. I'm an Archon, your Archon, use me like one."

It was enticing, but then again when was he not. The visual image of living something of a normal life, Venti being there to ensure it. No longer being the foundation which the entire world happily rested on, instead using him as your foundation.

It was a nice thought, but that's how it would remain.

"Come on, let's sleep, I'm tired."

That statement was more truthful than anyone could ever imagine, you were tired, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, all four at once.

A tiny part of you hoped, as much as you didn't feel you deserved it, that when you did finally crack, when the foundation you had forged yourself into finally reached its weight capacity, it would be his arms that you would fall into.

can’t stop thinking about scara who wakes up from his slumber much much later than he did in canon. traveler!reader, who’s looking for their siblings, aether and lumine, stumbles upon innocent!scara during your time in inazuma and he just. follows you along like a lost puppy, practically imprinting on you at first sight as he decides, yes, this is the person i will be following for the rest of my life.

you teach him about this world, showing him little tricks using multiple elements and laughing when he gets all pouty after you tell him that wielding multiple elements isn’t possible for him. you like protecting him, even though he says he doesn’t need protection, but you never fail to remind him about that one time he cried after getting burnt by a pyro slime. he gets all red in the face and shy whenever you bring it up.

he does worry, on nights when you’re asleep and the only company he has is the stars, that you’ll leave him someday in your pursuit of finding your siblings. and it’s inevitable, perhaps, but he’d like to cling on to this small slice of happiness, pressing himself closer to you and ignoring your sleepy protest about how his toes are too cold.

you won’t leave him, he’ll make sure of it. he just has to convince you, is all.

i think we can all agree that kunikuzushi is the biggest tittie lover in existence that man loves boobs n i know it

So true though!! I believe that any men with mommy issues likes boobies <3333

[cw: afab reader, he licks reader's nip at the end, this is an au where the fatui stuff didn't happen and reader whisked him away from tatarasuna to narukami island and he healed through reader's guidance, implied smut at the end]

@midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @fluffyganyu, @nejibot, @yumixxn, @teallapril

"Hehe, you look comfortable, Kuni."

If you listen closely, you could hear a sort of purring sound coming from the doll. His fair face displays a blissful expression, as if he'd forgotten any and all tribulations of this world, choosing to bury those trivial concerns away in favour of enjoying this moment. When this cute, innocent doll nuzzles his face in between your breasts, you don't even mind the hand that slides up from your waist to cup one of your mounds.

"That's because they are soft…like pillows."

Kunikuzushi seems proud of that realisation; as if he discovered something new and profound.

He looks up at you for approval, indigo irises picking up sparkles in the Inazuman sun. You caress his face, feeling a slight warmth in his blush-tinted cheeks.

"Do you feel embarrassed to touch me like this?"

The puppet shifts, avoiding your gaze. "A little. This feels…intimate."

You chuckle. "Oh but Kuni, we've done plenty of other intimate things."

"I know that but," he hesitates. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, not at all! In fact, it makes me happy that you like my breasts so much!"

Kunikuzushi relaxes and returns to his rightful place: his face flush against your boobs. He rubs against you like a cat marking its territory and it's then when something snaps inside you.

"I'm going to do something a bit rough, okay?"

Kunikuzushi tilts his head but before he could ask, your hands gently grab at his scalp before you completely smothered him with your boobs.

"Mmf?!"

Kunikuzushi panics for a moment before he realises that he doesn't need to breathe and wraps his arms around your waist to pull himself closer. Your scent, your warmth, your softness feels so overwhelmingly good that he can't help but go red. And your praises and coos as you pat his head doesn't help. The doll goes slack and you immediately let go of him.

"Kuni?! Kuni, are you okay? I'm so sorry! I thought that–"

The puppet pushes you to the ground, cutting off your worried rambling. He leans down, tongue darting out to lick your clothed nipple.

"(Name), can I feel you more?"

Since the anons feel that the dollhouse au is too cute to be real horror, I shall try to submit more scary yandere asks. I already gave you the analog horror idea. Now, imagine Toy Story with a twist. When it comes to dolls, kids like to roleplay and such. As a little girl, MC has gone through all the tropes—especially the Prince Charming and Fairy Tales. Imagine if she ends up inviting or being invited by a playmate and said playmate ends up taking the roles of that some dolls consider to be theirs alone??? Also, MC starts missing special days that she dubs "costume day" where she makes new outfits for the dolls or "tea party day" where she just sings/dances with the dolls while having a tea party. At first, they tolerate it since she's happy and they still get to participate in playtime...but when that playmate starts getting cocky and makes fun of MC??? The chaos, the scheming...that kid will never have a peaceful life, or have a life at all by the time he gets back home.

Three days later, that playmate is moving away with their family but then got involved in a car accident. Police says faulty brakes are to blame. How tragic.

☆Starlight Anon

Continuation: Better yet in that childhood playmate asks is if the kid remained sincerely but the dolls got annoyed anyway because...well, they're all possessive yanderes for MC lol Warnings: Blood, violence, horror, child's death (all in a nightmare.. technically) dead dove do not eat, read at your own risk. Genshin haunted dolls au [Fem!child!reader]

Well, it looked innocent enough? Your new friend was an attention seeker even at a young age she was proud and maybe a bit arrogant but hey she was just a kid.

When she told you about many things she knew and did and showed you things that made your eyes sparkle you thought that she was so cool, that she was amazing! You tried to come into her life finding her so amazing and she let you with a smug smile.

The relationship was cute really, the way you would follow her wherever she went in the school. She was your best friend or that was supposed to be the case. She was a spoiled girl, she wanted everything for herself, the play dates of roleplay games you and her played all had her become the princess or the lady while you were either the prince or the maid that was supposed to save her or serve her.

She would never let you become the princess of the story, even if you want to be even if you voice it she would not give it to you. Even if your parents saw it, their mother didn't know what to do with her while your mother would say that it was all right. But you can also see the concern she had looking over you.

But you liked her... you like her as a friend so you can't help but stick to her. She was so cool really.

Even as she took everything from your small hands.

Yet it seems there was a tipping point, it was bound to happen one day or another she only continued to grow hotty and selfish. It was that time when you were playing at the playground sandbox, you and she were playing with your dolls something about princess and knights with her own doll. As the princess, she commanded the attention of all the knights to her telling them that they should fall for her looks and charms. That they must swear an oath to her as the princess to protect her.

It was slowly getting dark when both yours and her parents called you and her telling you that you need to go back home now. Getting up you tried to take your dolls back but it seems that she started to take a liking to a few of them refusing to give them back to you.

"Give them back." You asked, so close to crying. "Don't be a crybaby I am just borrowing your dolls." She huffed as she held on to your dear dolls close. You didn't understand why she was taking your dolls when you told her no but she kept on insisting that she was just borrowing them to continue the roleplay back at her home.

Before you could do anything she was running back to her mother, who asked what those dolls were and why she has them. "Oh, ______ let me borrow them."

Your mother found you sniffling in the sandbox, crying in her arms you told her what happened.

However it was too late to get them back, your mother would try to get them back but she didn't have the phone number of the girl's mother nor does she know where does that girl live.

She told you that she would try to get them the next day yet that never happened.

Her father had somehow found your home past midnight and dropped off the dolls, apologizing to you and your family for his daughter and coming so late in the night. While he would have given these dolls later at a more appropriate time his daughter has been screaming ever since midnight.

She continued to chant at the dolls to get away from her, throwing them to the farthest corner. They tried to do everything to calm the girl down but she kept of screeching that it hurts and to make the pain stop. They could not calm her down and this was the last thing they thought of. Your parents showed concern for the tired man and thanked him for giving them back your dolls. You were also happy that your dolls have been returned but even you were concerned to what happened to your friend.

But she didn't come to school the next day but you heard the teachers whisper among each other that she was at the hospital, from screaming so much to the point of coughing out blood. Nothing was working and she kept on begging someone whom the parents and doctors don't know to leave her, to let her go.

You don't need to know really. It was her fault after all.

Dressed in a beautiful princess dress and a tiara on her head her stomach was decorated with many swords pierced through her. Over and over she would be a prince to nothing but a corps on the ground.

Over and over faceless knights stabbed her stomach within a dreary castle. She was all alone, she could not see reality even with her eyes open. She could not see the white walls of the hospital but a brick wall covered in blood as another sword price through her abdomen.

So matter how many swords pierced her there was always room for one more.

The pain doesn't numb at all, and when the small girl screamed again and again to stop it never did.

Note: What a dream... if she heals she won't be wearing any more princess dresses or tiaras looking at them would probably make her sick

TW: Yandere themes, implied noncon, reader is trapped, horribly written. I need to go to bed bro 💀

Imagine trying to break up with Yandere Tighnari.

I can imagine that the scenario would go something like this. Maybe Tighnari has been neglecting you or maybe he has been too busy.

But one day you’ve decided that you had enough. You would leave him. You would leave Sumeru to start a new life.

You take a deep breathe in as you leave Tighnari a letter in his tent. Stating that you didn’t feel loved anymore and that you would leave him. Hopefully he would understand right?

Wrong.

When Tighnari found out about the letter he was furious. His tail twitched in annoyance at the thought of you leaving him. Didn’t you realize how much he loved you? In fact he wasn’t in love with you. No. He was obsessed with you.

You are so naive, Tighnari thought to himself as he gritted his teeth. Nonetheless, Tighnari ripped the letter to shreds and he went back to carry on his duties as a forest ranger.

However, the next day when you were planning on leaving, you didn’t even make it out of Gandharva Ville before you felt a piercing pain in your neck— then the next second your body fell limp. You were falling onto the ground before a warm pair of arms grabbed you preventing your body from hitting the floor.

The next day when you wake up, you’re inside Tighnari’s hut and you were laying in his bed. Your head was hurting really badly but when your mind remembered the events from the day before, you panicked.

You immediately got up and pushed the blankets as you went to the door. It wouldn’t open. It was locked shut.

Your eyes were wide as you started panicking.

No no no. This can’t be happening.

You started hanging on the door screaming for help. You were having a meltdown.

But your arms were getting tired so you decided to lay back onto Tighnari’s bed. A few minutes Tighnari came back into his room.

Tighnari explained how you weren’t leaving him and that you were going to stay with him here for the rest of your life.

Tighnari wouldn’t even let you leave in the first place. Afterall, he needed someone to mate with and make it through the mating season.

Not only that but unfortunately for you…

Foxes mate for life.

You agreed to be his too. It gets annoying for Tighnari whenever you beg him to let you leave. But you need to keep your mouth shut. Tighnari doesn’t want to hear it. He’s never letting you go.

Might as well get used to locked up along with living in the forest for the rest of your life.