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moraxsthrone · 1 year

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OK I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY AND PROUD OF YOURSELF BC YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY GAVE ME ITTO BRAINROT HOW?? WHY?? W H A T???? DFCVHBNJNKMLAG

Indulge me with this little thirst

Imagine you're wearing the cutest lacy frilly lingerie set (bonus if it matches his colors black/purple/red) that just accentuates all the right curves and spots, crisscross stripes over your skin aND WHEN HE SEES YOU HE JUST GOES 👀!!!!!!! jaw hits the floor blushing drooling and repeating "babe" your name and freaking out, brain stops working just pulls you up on his big strong arms and sits you on his lap (and BOI his not-so-little friend downstairs is already excited huh)

and you just go :3c all coy and cute and delicate leaning in pressing your chest against his, scooting closer "Itto baby you gotta be careful unwrapping your present, it would be a shame to tear up something so pretty... right?" finger drawing circles on his skin making him SHIVER

AND IMAGINE HIM JUST S T R U G G L I N G TO KEEP IT TOGETHER and be delicate untying the lacy strings like NAH MAN he's got BIG HANDS NOT MADE FOR THIS TASK LMAO

plus you're making it REAL hard kissing and chuckling at his neck and rolling your hips against his crotch slow and sensual

by the time those panties come off they're soaked through with a mix of his pre and your slick asxdcvghjbnjkl

*HSAKING BITING MY PILLOW HORNY GRIP*

MA'AM I WROTE AN ENTIRE FIC WHAT HAVE YOU D O N E i think.... i think you gave me a size kink........ BUT GODS YOUR WRITING IS SO!!!!! *rabid horny crys noises*

i’ll have you know i am quite pleased with myself for making you (and anyone else who will listen) foam at the mouth for arataki mf itto.

‧₊˚ pairing — arataki itto x f!reader

‧₊˚ wc — 1.3k

‧₊˚ cw — nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. praise. oral (m. & f. rcv'ing). implied squirting.

‧₊˚ a/n — okay, so crys sent me this WEEKS AGO and every time i sat down and tried to answer, the words just wouldn't come out right? BUT THEN i realized itto's bday was only a few weeks away (at the time) and since she describes you as being his "present" IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS...THIS WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT BIRTHDAY IDEA FOR OUR ONE AND ONI KING ARATAKI ITTO!!

poor itto’s just sitting there, looking down between his claws and the cute frilly bra you have on, his big oni head full, debating with himself over whether he should try to be delicate and slowly work the lacy underthings off of you, or throw caution to the wind and get the things off of you as quickly as he can by Any Means Necessary™️. as ravishing as you look in that dainty lingerie, he decides it's worth sacrificing in the name of getting his mouth on your tits as quickly as possible. his hands are trembling a little and his cock is throbbing underneath your thigh when his pretty crimson eyes meet yours, full of unspoken apologies.

but then he gets another idea. a better idea.

what if he can do everything he wants with you without taking the lingerie off at all????

itto grabs two handfuls of your ass, squeezing your plush flesh between his big fingers as he guides your hips, rocking them back and forth to feel the heat of your cunt dragging along his clothed length. he’s so hard and big you can feel the ridge of his cockhead through the thin material of your panties, which are getting wetter with your slick by the second.

you huff a breathy laugh against his neck, shuddering a little when your clit catches on the front seam of his pants. you’re moving on your own when he captures your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding your face away from his neck so he can press his lips to yours. his kiss is needy and passionate, a quiet groan escaping his throat when you push your tongue into his mouth. oh, he likes that very much, especially when you lick at his fangs with a playful moan.

he cups one of your tits in his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, making you whine a little in his mouth. he can feel your hard nipple through the lacy material and pushes the cup of the bra down to let your tit spill out into his hand. he temporarily abandons your fervent kiss to trace the tip of his tongue around your pebbled bud before closing his lips around it to suckle, his tongue still swirling. You push your fingers into his hair, holding onto his horns as your head falls back in pleasure.

he picks you up and puts you on your back before getting on his knees and pushing your open legs back, spreading them wide so he can see the dark wet spot that has formed in the fabric that's covering your juicy cunt. he can smell you and it’s making his cock drool inside his pants. he kisses your folds through the flimsy cloth, the tip of his nose nudging your hard clit as he goes. soft presses of his lips turn into open-mouthed kisses just before he teases your sweet little pearl. he flattens his tongue against your cunt, making you moan at the feeling of his hot, wet muscle as it makes pinpoints of contact with your skin through the lacy panties.

“mmm baby, your pussy tastes so good…fuck,” itto mutters, his voice heavy with lust.

hooking his finger inside the crotch of your panties, itto moves the lace over to one side, exposing your pink, glistening slit. the sight of your beautiful pussy has him licking his lips...then slowly licking yours. you flinch beneath him, heels digging into his hard shoulders when he flicks and rolls your tiny hard-on around with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in. your oni may not be the smartest guy, but he knows how to eat pussy like no other. he pulls off long enough to stick his middle finger in his mouth and get it wet before carefully pushing it in your hole, watching your face with a mischievous grin as your back arches for him when you feel the slight stretch of his thick digit. he slowly fucks you with his finger before adding another.

and you certainly don't have to take anything off to be able to swallow his thick cock. he thinks it’s so sweet when you choke on it bc it shows how much you wanna please him and make him feel good. so he brushes his thumb over your hollowed cheek and there’s so much adoration in his fiery eyes when he groans and tells you how good you are to him. you treat him like a king and he dotes on you bc you’re his queen.

and when he's ready to fuck you, he just rolls you onto your belly and pushes those purple little panties to the side. the thong is hooked around his thumb as he holds onto your hips and pushes his leaking cockhead inside you. little by little, inch by inch, he fills you with his thick oni cock and starts hitting it from the back. your whimpers and gasps of his name spur him on, driving his big dick in and out of your juicy cunt. he watches the way your tight little hole stretches open around his wide shaft, his fang leaving an indentation where he bites his lower lip to keep from cumming too fast. “nhnnn…fuck yeah, baby! takin’ my cock so well…” he praises you as the front of his muscular thighs clap against the back of yours.

a few more thrusts and he pulls out, making you whine. but before you can protest, he’s got you on your back and his huge hands around your ankles, pulling them against the hard plane of his chest. itto’s bedroom eyes are burning into yours when the tip of his tongue swipes across his lower lip as he guides his fat tip back to your hole. he pushes inside you again, his open-mouthed groan harmonizing with your pretty sigh as your wet heat stretches around him, tight and welcoming like he’s right where he’s supposed to be. leaning forward, he puts you in a press and starts fucking you again, but this time it’s slow and deep. irises of molten rock peer into your watering eyes as he tells you how beautiful you are, how good you are to him, how much he appreciates you and the way you’ve given him the best birthday present of all:

you. you, and your love.

your legs are hanging helplessly over his beefy, marked arms. the red straps of your bra have long fallen off your shoulders, your tits spilling out of the flimsy cups and bouncing with every hard thrust of itto’s strong hips. his long, white hair has fallen over his shoulders to tickle your skin, and your eyes soften.

“mmm, happy birthday, my king…” you sigh.

he leans in closer, pressing your knees to your chest, his hips still snapping into yours as he cups your jaw in his big hand. “i love you, my queen…love you so fuckin’ much,” he breathes, then kisses you hard. your tongues swirl and his hips begin to stutter. “fuck, m'so close. cum...cum with me, baby…”

with the way his thick, bulbous cockhead has been tugging at your sweet spot for the past few minutes, you don't need to be told twice. you place your hands on either side of his face and nod, panting. he buries himself deep and grinds into you, his coarse thatch of white pubic hair rubbing your clit as his heavy balls draw up tighter and tighter against your taint.

“oh gods…” he sighs, “...fuck…”

“cum for me, itto,” you gasp, beckoning him as your own orgasm takes hold and he feels you gush all around him, soaking his lower abs and crying his name.

he plants his lips against one of your palms and squeezes his eyes shut, grunting, “cumming…i- nngghhaa fuck!” his hips twitch and jerk into you as the first jet of his hot semen erupts inside you. his oni ancestry ensures that he cums in massive loads, filling you to the brim and spilling out of you before he’s even done emptying himself inside your womb.

‧₊˚ itto m.list || happy bday you big sexy oni *kisses his horns, one at a time*

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ruershrimo · 6 months

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HEEEYYYAAA SWEETHEART

so I saw your Christmas event thingy and wanted to request a #13 with lyney x reader, preferably fluff but not like overly fluff so it becomes cringe (I sound bitchy I'm sorry😭)

Anyways congrats on 2 years on the blog,don't forget to eat and drink, mwah mwah(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

the christmas mix | #13- baby it’s cold outside | lyney x reader

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notes: hiii<33!! thank you so much for requesting (and for being the first one too!!) aaaa!! anw I’m so sorry this came so late but I wanted to write something a bit longer (to be honest, I still feel like this one’s pretty incomplete, so I may write a part 2 for it!! I just didn’t want to take too much time so I just want to give this to you first.) and I really wanted it to be good because you seem so sweet aaaa <333. but ANYWAY thank you so much and have a merry christmas, mwah!! lmk if you need a rewrite of this and my apologies if there’s not enough (?) fluff (??) or if it's too short!!

warnings: none, except for the fact that it's fem reader, really (I hope that's okay!!)

summary: (set before the current events of the game) it's in the winter of his first show at the opera epiclese that he meets you. you think you may be falling for this stranger, this all-too-busy magician. it's alright if either of you have to go, though, the two of you can stay together-- it's too cold outside, after all.

The first time you meet him, the both of you are young and he’s a nameless stranger you meet at a friend’s party. You hit it off with him and glass bottles clink against each other before you bring the rim of yours to your lips and sip your fonta.

“So, what brings you here?” you ask the stranger before you. He’s a new, unheard-of magician, you’ve been told. You think he’s the epitome of what magic should be in a world of surging elemental powers and mythical beings— a perfect mix of misdirection and secrets— with all his charm and mystery, and that little bit of dramatic flair he uses to present himself.

“My sister and I were invited to perform, it seems,” he explains, taking his own sips in, “And you?”

“Invited? Why, I just waltzed my way in like most of the others. Do you think I’ll be seeing you up there later, then, Mister…”

“Lyney. Mister Lyney.”

“…Mister Lyney.”

“And you won’t be seeing me, anyway. I’ve told the host that my sister and I must attend to some urgent business concerning our first show at the Opera Epiclese tomorrow.”

“Hm,” you hum, “The Opera Epiclese, huh? Glad to know I’m speaking to a future big shot. Remember me when your tickets are worth every gem and mora in Fontaine, won’t you? I don’t think I’ll be able to steal each and every one to see you again.”

“Of course,” he grins, “And you won’t have to steal anything, I promise. Nothing would be worth as much as you.”

“You’ve a penchant for words, I see. And here I thought budding magicians were often shyer than this…”

“Our introduction to being in the limelight would not change my occasional sharing of the truth. Then he lays his bottle down on the table, and it’s silent and so very unlike how you thought he would based off your initial impressions of him, and so very different from how anyone else would after drinking fonta. He sets it down quietly, stealthily, as if if he were to clash any louder against the wooden table’s surface he would dart out of the host’s house while the liquid in the bottle barely moves, appearing like creases on a red velvety tablecloth. “But!” he exclaims, “Now I really must get going—”

His voice is like a twinkle out of a music box, its melody even better than the one bursting out of your friend’s gramophone; his eyes are like a velvet coat that pair well with his cheshire cat-like smile; his hair is silky as it is silvery and you want to run your fingers through it.

So you don’t want him to go.

“Leaving so soon?”

“Well, the magician’s life just so happens to be a busy one, dear [name]—“

“Oh? Mr Lyney, I don’t recall having ever told you my name,” you remark, quirking up a brow and holding him by the wrist as he begins to get up.

The mister giggles, “I’ve heard of you before, of course. Our host informed me of who you were— and so did everybody else at this lovely soirée. Why, who hasn’t heard of the eccentric, renowned [name]? But I really should get going.”

“Oh, but won’t you stay? It’s just so dreadfully cold out and it would be a shame if you and your sister were to get sick from the winter winds right before your grand show. Goodness, I’ve heard of the severity of all the snow and hail these days, and even some of my acquaintances have nearly succumbed to hypothermia due to it all!”

He feigns a sigh, his voice like velvet wrapping around your eyes and ears and engulfing your senses, as he sits down again as you keep a firm grip on his wrist, “Well I hope they’re well into a good recovery, [name], but Lynette and I have the thickest coats and a great tolerance for the cold due to our brief time in Snezhnaya a few years ago—”

You pry a little further. “What got you into Snezhnaya, Mister?”

“Oh, please, that’s certainly a story for another day—” he starts again, taking hold of his hat.

“Well even if you wouldn’t like to tell me, Mr Lyney, I must know everything I can about you— everything you’d like me to know— in these few minutes you still have. So, please stay?”

He sighs again, freeing his hat and his coat. “Alright, since you’ve been such lovely company, perhaps I’ll just stay for one more sip.”

“Perhaps you could stay for one more bottle?” you cheekily suggest.

“Five more sips.”

“Please, just one more bottle…” you suggest again, “And come rain or shine I’ll be sure to come for all your future shows, whether they be in the Epiclese or not. Your first one’s tomorrow, right?”

“…you, my dear friend, have a deal.”

You laugh, “That took more convincing than I thought it would.”

“Well you’re definitely persistent as you are eccentric,” he comments, digging into his pocket to reveal a deck of cards, “Now, allow me to show you a magic trick as we chat through our next bottle…”

—

“Didn’t think you’d be the Casanova type,” Lynette jabs as he finally exits the building, “So you just left [name] there as she kept talking to you?”

“Well, you know how things are,” he says.

He already knows he can’t afford this. He’d been honing his magic for years from the streets to the halls of nobles’ houses to their rooms in the House of the Hearth for the sake of Father’s cause. If he were to let just anyone in, if he were to fall back from that tower of deception and secrecy and let it topple, then—

“I’m sure that Father would be alright,” she states, a knowing, teasing lilt in her voice, “We won’t even be that late.”

—

There are a handful of things you know about him by the second time you meet. That he used to perform solely on the streets and was then offered the chance to have a show at the Opera Epiclese after gradually gaining renown over the years; that like the cats he adores, he likes fish dishes; that he and his sister have a younger brother.

The hall itself seems empty, the hues of each chair blurring together to form a sea of gold and red.

“Why, it seems we meet again!” a voice echoes from behind you, then softer, it goes, “You’re earlier than I thought you’d be, though. And in the front seat.”

“I know,” you smile, torso twisted, “I wanted to be extra early. And don’t ask how I got to the front seat, would you?”

(In truth, you’d purchased it from someone who wouldn’t be available and was selling their front seat ticket at a much lower price than it should have been. No theft had occurred.)

He moves in front of you. “To talk to me once more, I assume?”

You pause and hum, tilting your head in an acted-out thought process. “Of course.”

“Well,” he starts, “I still have more things to get ready backstage, and more props and tricks to prepare, so I don’t think I’ll be able to.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, go ahead—”

He panics. “—But it’s you, so I’ll make some time. About five minutes, possibly— in truth, I do have a trick for you, dear [name],” he says, the words pouring out of him like a magician’s trick of pulling out an infinite number of differently coloured silks sewn together from his pocket.

You lean forward in interest, and you try not to notice the barely audible gasp threat’s pulled from his lungs as he almost unwillingly backs away, then schools himself again. Maybe you were leaning in too much? “Show me, then,” you say.

“Alright, then,” he begins, “I have a flower in my hands, and—oh? It’s disappeared!” he narrates, the sun-coloured flower vanishing with a flick of his hand.

You raise a brow.

“Now, have you noticed anything near your ear?”

“My ear—?” Then to your surprise, you feel something tickling at the skin between your scalp and your ear, finding a whole stem tucked behind it. You pluck the flower away, bringing it to your nose and inhaling its scent. “Well, wouldn’t you know.”

He giggles, “Do you like it?”

“I do,” you reply, “I just thought you would’ve used a rainbow rose instead. But I love marcottes, too— they have such a sweet, light scent. Marcottes symbolise purity and sincere care,” you recite from a book you’d read, “And rainbow roses… well.”

“Why, I’ve never learned of the language of flowers before,” he remarks, “…but I can start.”

“Oh, really? Well, I don’t want you to take up too much of your time— a magician’s life is a busy one, no?”

“I suppose we all have to trade the time we have for something we care about no matter how little of it we have.”

“Hm, I suppose so. Now, go—! Ten minutes have passed, mister!”

“Oh—? But I’ve one more thing I need to say, dear [name],” he hurries, taking your hand and lightly pecking it, then letting his lips go and keeping your hands together, “You should stay later. It’s too cold outside for anyone to leave, but… if you need it, once everyone has left, you’re always welcome to stay and bask in the heating the Epiclese provides. Lynette and I will have to stay here for a while after, anyway.”

You grin at his invitation— or his request, maybe. “I will.”

“And, Lyney?” you call right as he turns back to face you again. “You’re always welcome to visit me in my own home.”

You scribble your address on a piece of paper as people start to trickle in. It’s as if there are half as many people as there should be. It’s a sour thought, and, hopefully, in his next show, there’ll be more people.

The marcotte is tucked tightly between your index finger and thumb for the whole show. You bring its petals to your lips when the show is over.

You hand the paper to Lyney after and you praise his show as you bid him farewell. You leave only a second earlier than he does with Lynette in tow.

—

In the frigid winter weather, Lyney heads out, shivering, and buys a bouquet of rainbow roses as well as a book on the floral language of Fontaine.

—

The show actually turns out to be a smashing success among the people who had watched it. The names Lyney and Lynette appear on the Steambird three days after the show, and you have the pleasure of reading an article about it, with details on a trick involving water and fireworks, written by one journalist Charlotte.

The same day you read it, you open your door to see a bouquet of rainbow roses near your doorstep, hoisted and kept upright by the edge of the door and the wall.

You wonder how they could have stayed alive without freezing, but you take it in. You already know who it’s from, even though there’s no name, no address— nothing. Nothing besides a note in elegant, cursive handwriting, saying “Thank you for coming.”

A dig through your house finally reveals an old vase of your parents’, a gorgeous, transparent vase of glass with patterns of roses embellishing it near the bottom that you trace with your fingers. You fill it with some tap water, remove the wrapping around the flowers, and place them in the vase.

They rest near your bed and though the days are getting colder your heart warms at the sight of them every morning.

So as it gets cold outside you think you’re falling for the all-too-busy magician, with his mystery and his tricks and his beautiful silver hair and violet eyes.

You ought to invite him sometime during Christmas. And hopefully you can keep him for a while, too, as the fireplace crackles. It’ll be too cold outside, anyway.

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scaranoiia · 2 years

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CAUGHT.

pairing: thoma x afab!reader

genre: angst, smut/mature, the tiniest bit of fluff

word count: 2,760

cw/tw: feat. ayato, reader has small breasts (nothing else regarding body type is described), reader is shorter than thoma, established relationship between thoma + reader, mild fighting, crying, fingering!reader, finger sucking, hair tugging, unprotected sex, pull-out method used

"You're crazy if you think I'm going out there after this." — when reader gets caught in little-to-no clothing by lord ayato when all she wanted to do was spend some time with thoma.

When Thoma had told you that you two were going to be the only ones in the estate all day, you believed him.

So when you went running into the living room while he was tidying things up, with a tight white shirt on, no bra, and a very small pair of gray panties, you weren't expecting to see Ayato on the couch near him as they were speaking. Evidently, staring at your chest.

An immediate gasp had left your lips, as well as one from Ayato before he quickly looked away when Thoma rushed to stand in front of you.

"Baby," Thoma sighs, "what were you thinking?" He speaks softly so as to not make you upset and you gulp while gripping onto his left arm.

"You told me we were going to be the only ones here today, so I wanted to... y'know?" You say quietly, your timid eyes looking up into his. He gulps and nods while caressing the side of your head, his eyes glancing back at Ayato to see his cheeks bright pink and his eyes looking anywhere but at the two of you.

"My lord, how much did you see of her?" He asks him. Ayato quickly looks towards you, but his eyes stay on Thoma’s out of respect.

"Just, um-," he gestures with his hands in front of his chest to stimulate breasts, and you huff.

"Good thing it wasn't much, right?" You chuckle before Thoma snaps his head to look at you.

"Huh?!" Ayato exclaims, his hand coming out to shake violently in denial.

"What are you talking about, wasn't much?" Thoma asks you, sounding seemingly offended at your statement.

"What? They don't move anyways, so it's not like they moved dramatically or anything. There couldn't have been that much to see," you say to him, your eyes looking up into his as he furrows his eyebrows.

"Don't move? But they-," Ayato starts, but is cut off by Thoma giving him a sharp look.

"They moved?!" You ask in shock, peeking around Thoma's shoulder to look into his eyes.

"I- well," he clears his throat, "yeah. You weren’t aware of that?"

"Well, my breasts are like the smallest in all of Teyvat, so, no," you let out an airy chuckle. Thoma's jaw clenches and he gives you a sharp look next, wiping the smile off your face as you look into his narrowed eyes. "What?" You ask in a small voice.

"Go to my room," he says firmly, his hand dropping down from your head and resting at his side. You hum in confusion, but his eyes stay staring into yours.

"Are you going to follow me there at least?" You ask him, your hand also dropping down from his body.

"He'll look away," he says.

"Thoma, I've been looking away," Ayato clarifies.

"But the reason I came out here was to spend time with you," you say brokenly.

"I'll meet you in there. Go," he says, his eyes starting to soften after hearing your tone. You nibble on your lip before letting out a quiet sigh and turning around to head back to his room.

You felt dejected. Lied to, even. If he had been with Ayato for over an hour while you were waiting in his room for him, why didn't he tell you he was coming home to the estate today? You feel tears spring to your eyes once you shut his bedroom door as you then rush to pull clothes on. You settle on one of his hoodies and a pair of your sweatpants since they were the closest to you before you find yourself back at the door.

You end up locking it. If he wanted to decide not to warn you, when it was the least he could've done, after promising it was just going to be you two here today, he deserves it, you think.

Just when you go to sit on his bed, the door handle moves. You watch as it shakes for a few seconds before you hear a loud sigh from the other side of it.

"Unlock the door, [Name]," Thoma says. You hesitate before unlocking it, stepping back quickly as you cross your arms. He comes inside quickly, taking his turn to then turn away from you to close the door. "Why do you think you have the right to lock my bedroom door to keep me out of it?" He asks while locking it. Your heart drops. He couldn't be serious. He can't be.

"Why do you think you have the right to leave me in here for over an hour with nothing to do as you sit out there and just talk to Lord Ayato? Who wasn't even supposed to be here?! You promised me that it was going to be just us here today for a while!" You exclaim, letting a couple of tears fall out of your eyes. He freezes before relaxing his shoulders and turning around to face you.

"I can't control what time he gets back. He happened to finish his schedule early," he says calmly.

"And you didn't think to warn me of that? Or even tell me, "hey, baby, let's go hang out with Lord Ayato for a bit," since that's what you were doing while cleaning," you ask in disbelief.

"It didn't come to my mind."

"Thoma," you sigh and look away from him while pushing tears back, "Lord Ayato just saw me in a really vulnerable state. Do you not get that? You're the only-, you were the only one who's ever seen me like that. I-," you whimper and bring one of your hands up to your eyes.

"I know, I'm sorry, but it’s- why did you even come out there like that in the first place?" He asks softly.

"Because I wanted you! It's been weeks since we've done anything remotely sexual, Thoma, and I've missed you! You invited me over today to spend time with me and you haven't even been doing that, but, I'm sorry, okay?! I'm sorry for wanting to be intimate with my own boyfriend when he clearly doesn't even want me back," you sob.

"Don't say shit like that," he says strictly.

You scoff while looking away from him again, shaking your head, before moving to collect your things.

"What are you doing?” He asks while grabbing your hands and shaking them so you drop what you're holding onto his bed.

"Leaving! You don't want me here and I feel so humiliated right now. I'm so embarrassed, Thoma, and you're not fucking helping at all," you cry out while shoving his hands away from you.

"You're not leaving," he says. You ignore him and finish packing your bag before he rips it out of your hand and tosses it towards the other side of his room. "Sit down," he says lowly. You look up into his eyes, mixed emotions rushing through you, as you chew on your lip. "Baby-,"

"Why are you being such a jerk to me today? What did I do?" You whimper. His eyes soften and he sighs while cupping your cheeks. He licks his lips and moves his hands down to your shoulders. "You don't even know, do you?" You ask him. He looks to the side before looking back into your eyes and shaking his head.

“The last time you acted like this towards me was when you were really stressed and we hadn’t done anything for a few weeks," you say quietly, "is that what this is about? You're frustrated, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I think so," he mumbles.

"Then why weren't you in here trying to initiate something with me? Why were you out there with Lord Ayato instead?" You ask softly.

"I didn't think you'd want to do anything today since we haven't seen each other in a while."

"Having sex with you was like the first thing on my mind when I got here, Thoma. But why did you choose to still not spend time with me once I got here?"

"I- I don't know, I'm sorry. I-," he chokes out as his eyes gloss over, tears beginning to build up along his lower lash line. "Okay," you breathe out and nod, "it's okay, baby. Don't cry." You cup his cheeks and run your thumbs along his cheekbones.

"I'm sorry," he cries, "I just- I don't know why I did that. I haven't been feeling good lately."

"Because you've missed me, right?" You question softly, one of your hands moving to run through his hair. He nods and chokes out a sob, one of his hands coming up to cover his mouth as more tears start falling out of his pretty, doe eyes. "I've missed you too, baby, and I'm sorry for yelling at you, okay? I was just really upset because you were ignoring me earlier and then Lord Ayato saw me like that and- and all of this has just made me feel like you didn't want me," you tell him, a tear slips out of your eye and you sniffle.

"I do want you," he sobs. You nod and give him a small smile.

"Even now?" you ask him. He sniffles and hums while looking into your eyes. "Would you take me right now?" You ask quietly. He quickly nods and sniffles again while moving one of his hands to your waist, his grip tight to reassure you. You wipe at his cheeks as he does the same to you with one hand before he's pulling you in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck almost immediately as he's dragging you in closer and closer.

He soon pulls away from your lips, a sniffle leaving his mouth as you begin taking off the sweats you recently put on. He strips himself of his shirt and pants before helping you pull his hoodie over your head.

He breathes out heavily and then his eyes flicker to his bed behind you before you're quickly turning to crawl onto it. He follows right behind you, one of his hands coming up to hold your hip as he presses a kiss to your shoulder blade. His hands guide you to turn onto your back and you drop down, your hands falling to your side as you look up at him. He situates himself between your parted thighs, his palms soothing over the soft plush of them.

"You're so pretty, my love," he says softly, his teary eyes staring into yours. A chuckle slips past your lips as you bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down into a kiss. You can feel his trembling fingers move from your thighs to the hem of your shirt, as he then slips them underneath to run the pads of his fingers over your nipples. You hum into the kiss and trail one hand to his hair to tug lightly on it.

"Please hurry," you mumble against his lips. He opens his eyes to look into yours before leaning back to pull your shirt off of you. You fix your hair once your upper body drops back down onto his bed and notice his eyes on your breasts.

"I don't want you to ever talk about your body like that again," he says quietly, his eyes flickering to yours.

"I was joking, Thoma."

"No, you weren't. You meant every word you said," he says, his tone hurting as he moves his hands to your hips to pull your panties off next. You avoid looking into his eyes before feeling his fingers running along your soaked slit.

"I already did that. I'm ready," you say quietly, "that's why I went out there like that."

"Let me check because I don't want to hurt you," he says before pushing his index finger inside. A muffled moan sounds from behind your pursed lips as he pushes his middle finger in beside it. He rubs your clit with his thumb before trying to push a third finger into you. Your mouth falls agape as you let out a shaky gasp, his eyes looking up into yours. With a bit more rubbing at your clit, he's able to push the third finger inside. You unconsciously squeeze his fingers as your hands move to grip the comforter. He runs his free hand along your left thigh as he gently pushes his fingers in and out of you, watching your expression for any sign of hurting or uncomfortableness.

He pulls his fingers out and leans in towards you to press the pads of his wet fingers against your lips. You let him slip his fingers past your lips as you suck them clean of your slick while pulling his hips closer to you so you can pull his boxers down his thighs. He helps pull them off entirely with one hand before removing his fingers from your mouth and wiping his hand off on his boxers. You reach forward to hold what you can reach of his dick, your fingers wrapping around the tip before he leans forward and plants his hands into the mattress beside your torso. You glide the tip of him up and down your slit a few times before guiding him to your hole. He looks into your eyes as he begins pushing in, his mouth dropping open as he lets out an airy whine. You whimper as he continues, your hands moving to grip onto his shoulders while your hips buck up against his.

Once his hips are flush with yours, you let out a quiet cry of his name, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Easy, easy, baby," he winces while guiding your hands to his waist.

"Sorry, just- it's been so long," you whimper, your teary eyes looking into his before he nods and then clears his throat.

"Do you want me to start moving?" he breathes out, a concerned expression displayed on his face as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek.

“Yes, please,” you say breathily.

There’s three knocks on the door. You and Thoma both freeze, your eyes widening.

“Thoma, is everything alright in there? I’d like to apologize for what occurred earlier,” Ayato speaks firmly. You gulp and grip onto Thoma’s biceps. You were currently on top of him as he was balls deep inside of you, his dick pulsing.

“Say something,” you whisper urgently to him. He opens his mouth in shock, nothing coming out but short, incoherent mumbles. You gently slap his left pec, your head tilting as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Ev-everything’s fine, Lord Ayato! We’ll be out soon! Sorry for the inconvenience!” He manages to yell out, you bite your lip and begin bouncing on him again, your walls dragging along his stiff cock. The back of his hand flies to cover his mouth, a muffled moan threatening to escape as his other hand makes purchase on your waist.

“Very well then,” Ayato’s voice rings out before you hear his footsteps walking away from Thoma’s door. You huff and pull Thoma’s hand away from his mouth, leaning down to press a wet kiss to his lips.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going out there after this.” Your breath fans against his lips and he licks his own, parting them slightly to moan. His eyes almost roll back when you lightly tug at the roots of his blonde hair and you chuckle before kissing him again.

A loud whine-like moan escapes your lips as you cum, your walls clenching down on Thoma’s dick so hard he swears he could see stars. His hands are quickly fumbling for your hips as he manages to pull out of you just in time, his release spurting ropes of white cum all over your pubic bone and thighs, some even falling onto his stomach.

Your legs shake lightly as your orgasm washes over you, your hands grabbing onto his pecs to hold your upper body up. You’re both gasping for air and gulping as you lose strength in your body. Your chest falls onto his as his arms drop to his sides before he moves them to run his fingers along your back.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks out, “I’m really sorry. I’ll make what happened earlier up to you, I promise.”

“You just did, silly,” you giggle, one of your hands pushing his blonde locks out of his eyes as you look at him.

“Actually, though-,”

You hum in disagreement, “you’re all I need, Thoma. It’s okay.”

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peachyaliien · 8 months

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Little request eheh

Yae Miko, Childe and Itto headcanon of them dating a plus size girl includes plz!!!

It's still a bit funny that you accidentally pressed anon to send me that after telling me your request on discord.

Thank you dear anon that I-know-who-you-are!! ♥

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Pairing: Yae x chubby!fem!reader / Childe x chubby!fem!reader / Itto x chubby!fem!reader

Trigger Warning: NSFW under the read more!! Don't read if you are under 18.

Author's Note: First time writing for Genshin Impact! And first time posting something I wrote after a long time. Hopefully you like it and I hope the characters are not too out of characters... Mostly because i'm a bit out of date with the stories oopsie.

Yae:

Oh, some clothes doesn't fit you?

There, she had them tailored perfecfly for you and in bonus, look at that, it's your favourite colour!

She find you absolutely beautiful and she isn't shy to let you know.

She loves to admire you when you wear different outfits and clothes and she will compliment you on how gorgeous you look.

She loves to call you her little

Yae is amazing at reading people, so she can read you like a book. She will know if you need space, some alone time, if you need some praise, reassurance and comfort. She learned your body language pretty well.

If you had a bad day, she's there for you. She will prepare you some tea, make you sit down and encourage you to speak about what happened. Of course she won't push you if you don't but she insist in you letting out your emotions.

If you want, she will even read to you as she play with your hair with your head laying on her lap.

Speaking of laying down... She loves laying her head on your stomach while you stroke her hair. You're just so soft and she loves you so much.

Despite being very mischievous, she is very loyal to you and love you a lot more than you could even think.

Childe:

Oh this guy.

Just like Yae, he loves laying his head on you, mostly your breasts. He call them his personal pillows because no one else is allowed to lay on them.

He always has a hand on you.

Please don't blame him, he just love to touch you so much, he like having one hand on you.

Of course your relation is pretty secretive, he wouldn't want anything happening to you. You are his precious princess after all.

But that doesn't stop him from touching you a bit when you are both in public.

A hand on the shoulder when you speak, poking your cheek or pinching your arm to get your attention (or lovingly annoy you). Staying close to you, your hands brushing to one another, if you're sitting down, he place a hand on your thigh to caress it, squeeze it or just because he want to touch you.

If someone dare to say something about you, I hope you don't care if they suddenly go... missing.

Even the Fatui doesn't dare mess with you, after all, they don't want to make him angry.

Nobody does, actually to be completely honest with you...

May the Archons protect whoever dare to mock or make his girl upset.

Itto:

I honestly think that out of the three- Itto is the one that would love to have a chubby girlfriend the most.

And i'm not saying that because Yae and Childe wouldn't like it or because he's your fave but because as an Oni, I feel like he wouldn't be afraid of hurting you.

Of course he's still careful, he's a strong man but you get what I mean. Even accidentally, he would never want to hurt you.

Just like Yae and Childe, he loves laying his head on you. He loves laying it on your stomach, on your breasts, on your thighs or even on your butt if you are laying on your stomach.

He can and will playfully bite you, it's his love language.

He will also lift you in his arms, it always make you giggles and smiles and he just loves seeing your pretty smile. And your pretty face.

Honestly he just love to see your pretty self in his big strong arms.

Speaking about love to see you in his big strong arms, he absolutely LOVES when you hug him first. He will lift you up and nuzzle his face against your neck, grinning like an happy idiot because he's just the happiest with you.

Itto will totally speak to the rest of his gang about how amazing and gorgeous you are and how lucky he is to have such an amazing girlfriend.

What can I say? He's proud to have you.

Yae:

She loves to see you in lingerie.

So please, try on the lingerie sets she bought for you.

She think red fits the best on you, plus your blushing cheeks make you even more delicious looking.

I imagine her having a few toys of her own, including strap-ons and she loves to use them on you. The way your face change the moment she's deep inside your hole or when she start to tease your entrance with the tip. It just makes her hornier and hornier until she's dripping wet without you touching her.

But not as much as the noises you make when she start to moves her hips, or when she start to fuck your pussy with the toy.

I imagine her loving shibari, blindfolding, dirty talk, teasing, sensation play, mutual masturbation, maybe even a bit of voyeurism, watching you when you're masturbating and you don't know she can hear and/or see you... It gets her going.

And let me tell you, she's amazing at giving oral. The way her tongue moves on your labias and slides between them, how she tongue-fuck your hole while grabbing your thighs until you have the marks of her , how she sucks on your clit until your thighs are shaking and pressing on each sides of her head.

Also, I dare you to rub her ears when she eat you up, you'll thank me later.

She also may or may not use her electro powers, on a low intensity of course, on your nipples and pussy to make them tingles and give you sensations you probably never felt before...

Childe:

Ride him, he just want to see your breasts move as you fuck yourself on his cock. Seeing your expression change and fill up with pleasure as you impale yourself on his cock is just a delicious sight he can never resist.

And he also want to have them both in his face, just like he want his face buried between them.

If your legs get tired, he will either pull your body close to his and moves his hips to keep fucking you himself, or he will switch position so he's on top. Childe basically mandhandle you so you find yourself on your back, or stomach, and fuck you right after.

He's very touchy, he always has at least one hand somewhere on your body when you make love together.

Waist, hip, breast, asscheek... Even your cheek or holding your hand if he's feeling romantic on the moment.

He love your plump and he's very vocal about it. Always complimenting how pretty you look, even when you have his cum covering your face, dripping down your chin and out of your holes.

If you wear makeup, even if it's just lipstick, he want your lipstick marks all over his body. Face, jaws, neck, chest, even around his cock. He loves messy blowjobs and seeing your lipstick all messed up as a result of it...

If you wear massacra, god damn, he will make you cry in pleasure just to ruin it and playfully mock you for being such a dirty girl for him.

Itto:

Please sit on his face.

He just want to feel your thighs trembling and squeezing his head as he lap at your wet cunt.

That's all he want.

He doesn't like being tied up, because he like to grab as your body and manhandle you however he wants. He doesn't like being restricted because he's stubborn and hate not being able to touch you and being told "no" (of course i'm not talking about consent but about "no you can't touch me for 5 minutes", Itto will pout and beg you.).

Maybe with some encouragements he will change his mind, but for now, he prefer to see you tied up.

Always have a safeword, mostly because he's scared that he will hurt you by getting too excited and horny while you make love together.

The first time you grabbed his horns when he was eating you out, he just lost it. He pulled you closer with your legs on his shoulders and growled against your pussy until you came hard on his face.

You kept doing it after that.

Try on different lingeries in front of him, seeing his reactions and how flustered he become is quite adorable and endearing. Plus his compliments are worth it.

Because let me tell you, this man can and will praise and compliment you so much.

He's also very vocal about his pleasure and his love for you, even when you are in the heat of the moment. He can't help but comment on how gorgeous you look, how he loves your taste, how your pussy feels so good around his cock. The only way to shut him up is by kissing him, sitting on his face or just have him eat you out as if you were his last meal...

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lyxzeun · 1 year

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— OVER THE MOON ?! ; chptr 04 ; on a date, #yolo : CHOICE II ; chat TARTAGLIA

CHAPTER SYN. as [name] relaxed in her dorm, she soon gets a message from alhaitham and tartaglia. opening tartaglia message, he invites [name] again on a date, just after they’ve gone to one yesterday.

TARTAGLIA X FEM!READER (+ semi alhaitham x fem!reader)

mlist || choice I (chat alhaitham) | choice III (reject them both) || prev. | next.

rushing to the bedroom to prepare your towel to shower, you started to think, “what about haitham…?” you wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings and ignore him. you couldn’t. he was too much of an angel. opening your phone with your towel on your shoulder, you started to press your thumbs on the keyboard on alhaitham’s message profile. ‘hey, i’m really sorry for saying this but i can’t go tonight nor the nights after. i’m really busy with renovating the dorm and having recordings at the studio’— wait. studio? recordings? then he’ll know that your the singer he hears in malls! you quickly pressed backspace, ‘hey, i’m really sorry for saying this but i can’t go tonight nor the nights after. i’m really busy with renovating the dorm and taking care of lumine and rui. they’re my kids and they pretty much can’t cook other than instant ramen. and i’m worried about them not eating properly. sorry for doing this. maybe next time you’re able.’ you sighed, hitting send, your heart was skipping beats, not in a good way. you were nervous that alhaitham could want to cut his connections with you forever because of this!

closing your phone and putting it on the counter close to the sink in the bathroom, you worried, on and on and on. you enter the shower, mixing out the water before washing yourself.

after, you quickly grabbed on clothes and started to fix your hair, your face, and everything about you. you’re gonna see childe again tonight. of course you wouldn’t want to look like a mess on date night!— you quickly grabbed your bag, placed in the most important necessities you need, your hairties, compact mirror, hygiene kit, a brush, your phone— where is your phone?.. ah, it’s in the bathroom counter. you grabbed your phone, yet it flashed open alhaitham’s response to your text.

god, you felt so guilty leaving him in the blue like that. but you have other things to attend to— your date with childe. a knock at the dorm was heard, rui rushed to the door, opening it, thinking it was her mcdonalds delivery for her and lumine; who, in the meantime was lazing around on the couch while there were boxes that had to be in their rooms!

rui opened the door, sighing happily, yet when she looked up, it was childe? the guy he set [name] up with? “what the fuck?? i thought you were the delivery rider.” she exclaimed teasingly, laughing. “i’m here for [name]. i’m picking her up for a date.. again. i missed her a lot y’know? it’s hard being away from that girl.” childe laughed awkwardly yet proudly. a hand behind his back, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, fiddling with the ribbon from behind. “[NAME]!!!! your service is here!!!” rui shouted that could be heard from next door and the next. you hurriedly rushed and put on heels, walking fast to childe. “hey.” you smiled, nervously, awkwardly but lovingly. childe returned that little smile back, chuckling softly. “hey! i missed you. we can get going now, right?“ he smiles cheerfully, yet sighing nervously and holding the bouquet tightly in his hands. “of course! i wouldn’t want to keep you waiting. let’s go?” you told him, smiling at him, he nodded in response— but a sentence or two comes out of his mouth before leading you to his car, “sure, but um.. before that…”, he huffed, he hands you the bouquet of your favorite flowers he’d been hiding behind his back, smiling proudly. “take these! i knew you like these and i thought these would be a good gift for you tonight!” he blushed slightly, you giggle and smile happily at him in response. “thank you! i thought you wouldn’t remember since yesterday— i appreciate it, a lot. thank you, again.” your heart skips a beat or two, grasping onto the bouquet tightly and looking at him in delight.

he smiles at you, warmly and lovingly. “let’s go? i had the reservation ready for 8:50.” he says, reaching out for your hand to hold, leading you to his motorcycle. he guided you to get on the motorcycle carefully, reminding you of the helmet, and making you wrap your arms around his waist as you rode his motorcycle at the back. after the date, you head back to the dorm, you spot rui and lumine eat nuggets and burgers together. you grab the plastic bag that they ordered for you and took one nugget from rui’s container of it. she shouted, “[NAME]!!! THATS THE 4TH TIME THIS WEEK!!!” you chuckle, blowing a raspberry playfully and laugh. you sit down on the couch and grab your phone, it lights up while you take off your heels. your phone dings, it lights up and — it was from yae? she wasn’t usually the first to start conversations, normally it’d be lumine and kokomi, but what is it?

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sakuimpact · 2 years

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furusato

furusato | kaedahara kazuha x fem! reader series

by: sakushoujo

pairings: k. kazuha x fem! reader

genre/tags: strangers to lovers, fluff and angst, sorta slow-burn, slight canon divergence

currently: incomplete [started: august 25, 2022 -- ended: n/a]

warnings: minor blood and violence, discussion of trauma (specifically kazuha’s), specific warnings will be in each chapter!!

update schedule: tbd!! i’ll try my best to be as consistent as possible tho <3 LOL this is my first series so i hope u enjoy. . .

taglist: (open!) send an ask or cb.

summary:

Beyond the beautiful dances and crisp hakamas that every shrine maiden must wear–a whole other world exists. The Grand Narukami Shrine is high atop Mount Yougou, set in almost pure isolation from the rest of Inazuma. It is surrounded by electro energy and nearly a 3 day’s walk away from the mainland. If you made a pilgrimage there, your only company would be the thousand torii gates that seem to increase in number as you ascend higher and higher.

. *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💮 ✧.*❀ .

Y/N is doing her best to fulfill her duties as a miko. She may not have as much vigor or passion for being a shrine maiden as her peers, but she’s getting by fairly well. That is, until a wandering samurai known by the name of Kazuha threatens to upend her quiet existence.

Kaedehara Kazuha is on the run. With the Vision Hunt Decree underway, he’s made allies with the Resistance on Watatsumi Island. He follows wherever the wind takes him, and that just so happens to be the top of Mount Yougou. A shrine dedicated to the Almighty Shogun might just happen to be the worst place he could be, because she catches his eye.

Nearly 10 years later, Maiyo Sukimura finds herself at Inazuma’s Grand Narukami Shrine. Besides being a renowned cultural heritage site and hub for prayer–the shrine has many stories (and secrets) to tell.

. *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💮 ✧.*❀ .

chapters:

one | grey and blue

two | in absence of rain

three | fleeting beauty

four | don’t you forget

five | wind beneath my wings

six | heroine

interlude | omnipresent god

seven | or so you thought

eight | somehow

nine | where the heart settles

ten | lighthouse

eleven | strike first

twelve | the last cherry blossom

thirteen | kagura verity

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soulmatelessthoughts · 2 years

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Fireflies request!

Kazuha x Fem reader

Strangers to slightly less strangers, falling in love with a stranger(K), slight angst, slight fluff, realization of falling in love (K), painter reader

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Prompts!! : Star gazing, Singing (R),Playing the zither (K) Well, I prefer like meeting cuz one was singing and gets close like that, (i unfortunately couldnt get to the part where u get close to kazuha)

Note : all of it is in kazuhas pfp and the request was more of a self insert than a generalized y/n / reader

The stars remind me of you

he sat on top of the tree listening to the melody, he wondered how someone could have a voice like that. he grabbed his zither and played as the voice sang

it might've been his imagination but the singing seemed to have much more emotion in them now that he has joined he played and played following the melody of the voice he came here to rest but chose not to when he heard the singing

why would someone throw away the chance to hear someone sing this beautifully that was what he had thought that day he never expected to be doing the same thing every night for weeks he learned to enjoy it, he had not a single clue who was singing or why they were singing.

he had just been glad to have someone else enjoy the music that he made

weeks of doing that it ended up being a habit for him to just go to the tree he always goes to and play the zither there whether the person would've already been singing by then or he had arrived before they did which usually doesn't happen but he doesn't complain as they have always ended up going there

but suddenly one day after hours of waiting they didnt arrive. he wondered why have they finally found him creepy?

the next day he waited but this time he didnt stop walking until he was beside the river he waited and waited no one came...

he sat beside the river as he stared at the sky wondering was this what they always see whenever they were there singing with him?

if so it was a beautiful sight.

it would even be more beautiful if they were there beside him

he started wondering whether the person would be as pretty as the stars, a small smile landed on his face as he imagined them singing under the beautiful starry sky beside him as he played

he stared longer having another reason for wanting to meet them

then he waited again the next day and the day after and the day after that was until a week passed and still no one, he wondered why he was so affected by a person he didnt knows not coming, had he fallen in love with the person? how could he that would be utterly foolish

falling in love?

and even worse with a person he didnt knows

and again similar to what he did the other day and the six days before that he sat beside the river while holding his zither but now he has conflicted feelings, he wasn't sure what he exactly felt but one thing he was sure at, that the feelings he had for whoever the person is cannot be verified unless he meets the person himself

stopping himself from being too lost in his thoughts he shakes his head and sighs but perks up once again after he hears distant footsteps they seemed to be rushed? could it be them? he stood up not knowing what to feel but after a few seconds they stood face to face with a person

he didnt knows how or why but it felt like she was the person he had been waiting for, she was carrying a paint stand a canvas and a painting set he looks at her face to see she had a look of surprise and confusion, to him he saw the stars in her eyes

then she looked at him then glanced at the zither beside him then nodded implicating that he could play if he wanted, doing just that he played following the melody she had started letting her take the lead on the melody. he looked at the smile that had gracefully made its way to her face her smile was one of the brightest he had seen and is the prettiest, he stared at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the whole entire world. well to him she probably was

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Afternote : There was supposed to be more they were supposed to like dance with each other and star gaze but like i thought abt it then i was like yeah no its gonna take longer and its gonna much more harder if i add those cuz her monologue and her reactions ive asked her abt and like had to just be talking to her while i write which is a bit hard considering i write at night and we have a 4 hr difference

Firefly asked for this to be wholesome but angst being my beloved ofc there was a draft on where the girl real actually because like kazuha got so overworked because thats how he copes with tomo being dead and the week that the girl wasnt there was actually just beido taking away his weed for a week

#genshin impact #genshin impact x fem!reader #genshin impact fic #kazuha genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kazuha x fem!reader #soul's writting

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rene-darling · 5 months

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WHEN- you store things inside your boobies

...very obviously fem reader lmao, you store things in the middle of your chest...

...lyney...xiao...itto...wanderer...

Lyney

You're showing lyney a card trick that learned.

But no matter how much he tries to figure out where you hid the card he just can't get it.

He never usually does this but he's just too curious!!

So he's been asking- no, begging for you to tell him how you did it and where you hid the card!

After much pleading and you repeating "a magician never reveals her secrets" you finally spill.

You tell him to watch carefully and he nods.

His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he burns red.

You reach down your shirt and pull out a card from in between your boobes

"I- you uh..ah.." he's stuttering, not sure what would be an appropriate response to this.

You just laugh "see, this is why I said you can't do this trick, your tits are too small darlin"

"h-hey- making you blush is my job! Not the other way around!"

he's used to making snarky remarks or dirty jokes he can't believe he fell for this!

Xiao

Xiao recently gifted you some adeptus beads

They were meant to ward away evil spirits and demons and keep you safe when he's not around

However, he's noticed that he can't seem to find you wearing them around your neck, so he decided to ask you about it

"y/n where are you keeping the beads I gave you? I didn't give them to you just for you to leave them somewhere to collect dust."

He huffed offended you wouldn't keep the charm on you.

You already insisted on not calling his name when in trouble so you should at least keep the beads on you!

You just looked at him amused telling him you had them on you but he insisted you showed them to him, so you did.

Pulling down the neckline of your shirt you reached your hand in to grab said beaded necklace.

His mouth dropped once you showed it to him and his face bloomed "i- y-you..you have no respect for the adepti!" he vanished after yelling that likely to hide his blushing face, and his boner

Itto

Recently you've hid one of ittos little purple bugs right before his little match with some kid

He's frantically searching for said bug, insisting that he has to take that one or he won't win! Not that he will either way

"y/nnnnn! Are you sure you haven't seen my little bugger! I really need it!" he's whining like a little baby!

Feeling bad for him you finally relent telling him you might have an idea of where his beetle could be

"REALLYYYY!!! You're the best babe-" you tell him to watch carefully as you pull your shirt down and from in-between your valleys crawled out the purple beetle you had hidden

His mouth dropped his eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets (imagine gojo when he looked at megumi)

"not fair y/n! Why does the beetle get to stay there and not me!" he's thinking about it being unfair,

Then the next second he wants to see if the beetle would fit in between his tits,

Of course, they do. I mean have you seen his tits? He's very proud of that fact

Wanderer

Nahida recently sent the both of you on an expedition together

He acts like he's not happy but deep down he's happy to be traveling alone with his beloved

Recently you both stopped at a shop to buy something but he had forgotten his mora back at camp.

He looked towards you waiting for you to pay, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you when you looked at him amused and asked "you sure"

"just pay." well, he insisted, so why would you deny?

As soon as you reached down your shirt his mind short-circuited

You pulled out a mora pouch and handed some mora to the shop keeper like it was nothing and then again stuffed the pouch down your tits.

Grabbing the things you started walking away as wanderer stood there just blushing violently

Looking back you yelled "are you coming or not darling?" he snapped out of it following after you

"did you really have to do that in fucking public?" he huffed in embarrassment, walking back home with a boner is annoying

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dreamofjoys · 10 months

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— 𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙀𝙂𝙂𝙎

Synopsis: Neuvillette has finally decided to lay his eggs in your womb

C/W: Oviposition, egg laying(5), afab, established relationship, a little bit of domestic moments, double d's cause why not, double penetration, mention of pain, belly bulging, cockwarming

A/N: Dragon people are into oviposition... i just know...

DO NOT READ / DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH CONTENT! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU MAKE ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS (esp when I already stated the warnings) minors go away please.

NEUVILLETTE was gentle when he spread your sticky thighs apart, allowing his shaft to easily re-enter your sex again due to the lubrication of your fluids. He had spent hours stretching your hole out with his fingers and cocks, resulting to you constantly cumming and making a mess all over him.

The hydro dragon doesn't seem to mind. Instead, he pushes your back to the bed, positioning you in a missionary position while he fucks you with both of his dicks. "Sh-shit agh Neuvi, fe-feels so good!" Your eyes rolled to the back when his dicks hits onto your cervix with dead accuracy, his balls slapping onto your folds providing extra stimulation, making you cum once again.

Your husband eyes on your fluttering pussy hole before slowly pulling out, to test if there is any friction. His face turns into a deep shade of red when the erotic sound of sqwueesh happens. Your walls suddenly clamp down on him, seemingly not wanting him to leave your sex. "Love, I think you are ready." Neuvillette comments, looking back at you who seems to be babbling incoherant nonsense, too fucked out and disorientated to register what was going on.

Neuvillette re-positions you again. Your back was pressed onto his front, your legs spread wide with his own as he slots both of himself back in ease, sighing when your walls start fluttering around him again. You moaned in delight when your pussy feels full again, throwing your head back onto your husband's shoulders, hazy eyes looking up at him.

"Will it hurt when you push the eggs in?" So you still remember the agenda of today's sex. " A little, but I will make it fast. Just 5 eggs, tell me if it's too much."

"Hehe, if my husband wants me to take in more than that, I will gladly do so!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Neuvillete leans down to give you a peck on the cheek, his silver hair falls down at his action, tickling your naked body. "There is a limit to your mortal body. I won't hurt you just for my own primal desires." "But you just said that it will hurt a little when the eggs enter me though?"

"I want to start a family with you." He rest his forehead on yours, ocean blue eyes staring down at you. "If you want to back out now, I am also okay with it. I would never want to do something that you are not comfortable with." Your heart skip a beat at his words. This was the very man that you have married to. A kind and gentle soul that was willing to deny his own happiness just for yours.

"Is okay, I told you before that I wanted this. So please, do as you wish, make both of us parents." Upon hearing your words, all the blood in Neuvillette's body seems to have rushed to both of his cocks. His pale lips came crashing down on yours, hungrily devouring you. You gasped when he pinches on your harden nipple, his tongue taking this golden opportunity to slip inside your mouth, exploring every inch of it.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you felt the tip of his cock enlarging, your walls expanding to accommodate the size as something big and round slips into your womb. It seems like one of his cock was responsible for pushing the egg in while the other was just there to keep you nicely stretched. You pulled away from Neuvillette, a string of saliva attached to both of your lips, whimpering when you felt another egg entering your womb.

This whole process was testing the limits of your vagina. You start tearing up at the constant stretching of your walls, instinctively wanting to close your legs but a hand was immediately placed at the back of your thighs, stopping you from doing it.

"It will hurt more if you close your legs." Neuvillette whispers into your ear, his other hand snacking down to toy with your clit, trying to divert attention away from the pain. Your tear stained face breaks Neuvillette's heart, but he could only whisper sweet little nothings to you, telling you that he is so lucky so marry someone as beautiful as you, praising you for being able to take both of his cocks so well. You gripped onto his hand that was toying on your clit, body shaking when you felt the last egg being pushed into your womb, settling itself in it like it was meant to be there.

You look down to see a big bulge on your belly. The eggs were finally nestled inside your womb, safe from the outside. "Mhmmm... is it over?" You rub your eyes sleepily, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"Yes it is, love." Neuvillette's hand had switched to rubbing your folds up and down. He hums an old lullaby, the vibration of his chest lulls your tired state into sleep. Your husband position himself to lean onto the headboard while you sleep in his arms. His dicks were still inside you, not wanting to pull out as he did not want the eggs to slip out - or it could be just an excuse to do cockwarming.

His hand rubs your belly, feeling satisfied at his eggs being laid inside your womb.

Neuvillette thinks hard about what he can do to relieve you of your pain when you have to lay the eggs next time, especially since it's going to grow in size inside your belly.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin neuvillette #neuvillette x reader smut #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette smut #neuvillette #tw smut #smut #ovipositor #fem reader #afab reader #afab #dreamofjoysgenshin

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herwritingartcowboy · 8 months

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

A/n: Do check out the song.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character(s): Lyney, Diluc,

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

Readers Gender: Female (Also Seen As Gn)

Lyney-

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diluc-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 5 months

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ what I know to be true ⋆｡˚ ೀ⋆｡˚ ༘

Childe wasn't a big fan of the Tsaritsa's demand for him to find a wife, until he'd come upon the perfect girl for the job. You—a lady he knew in his childhood to be a horrible nuisance and demon on Earth. Not only would this marriage fulfill his duty, but would let him settle a long-time grudge as well. Little did he know, he stood more to gain from this partnership than he thought.

Childe x fem!reader II arranged marriage, angst? to fluff, childhood enemies to lovers, romance!

Childe was never one for romance, and especially not for commitment.

He just had so much else on his plate, much bigger dreams than that of settling down in a household and abandoning his place on the battlefield.

He was always looking ahead to a future of bloodshed, of power, of someday ruling the world.

That wasn't going to happen if a distraction stood in his way.

He would sometimes muse about having kids, loving the idea of continuing his lineage and watching a bunch of mini-me's run around, but ultimately, he decided his duty to the Tsaritsa would stand in the way of him being a good father. So he'd just have to settle for being an amazing uncle to the children his siblings would eventually have, spoiling them with presents at Christmas time and teaching them how to protect themselves out in the wild.

So when he was called into the Tsaritsa's throne room and received the news that a harbinger of his status was to be married, in order to keep up with regal airs the nobles of Snezhanaya, he was, respectfully, very unhappy.

"You'll be seen at balls and lead battalions. Your role must be carried with honor. Nobody will respect an old lonely man.", she claimed, then drew out a long, thin arm to hold his chin with a bony hand—long pointed nails pressing divots into his skin. Though her touch was frigid, she looked down at him with a certain fondness in her eyes, though the sincerity of it was undistinguishable. "You need a pretty thing by your side to elevate your status. You know I only want what's best for you.", she cooed, like she was addressing a child.

He new better than to disobey her commands, and something about the smoothness of her voice assured him that this was the right choice. He only nodded, though his fists clenched at his sides in dismay.

Childe read over the listed names of eligible young ladies for him to marry with contempt; scrolling through the meaningless last names and accompanying statures, ordered from top to bottom by how highly they stood in the totem pole of nobility. Like he cared where the girl would come from.

He felt guilt for the miserable thing that would have to marry him; though he could care less about who these women were, he believed that they deserved a partner that loved them, or at least a good man that could stand to take care of them. All they would be to him is a nuisance, a label which they had done nothing to earn.

Though, when he neared the end of the list, a section devoted to common folk who had certain merits like striking beauty or some sort of fame, that he found a name he recognized.

Your name.

Oh, how he remembered you.

You were the daughter of good friends of his parents. Your families would often gather for holidays or dinner parties, sharing what little they had in the name of kinship. The gatherings were lively, full of happiness and cheer...

But you had a certain countenance that stood out to him and branded your name into a special part of his brain to be remembered for the rest of his life.

You were a little brat was what you were.

Though you were only a toddler when he met you, having only just taken your first steps while he was already halfway through being eight, he found you to be the most insufferable little human he'd ever met.

Your parents would always gab and brag about what a good little girl you were; how you never cried or screamed, how you were sweet and patient and loving—a wonderful surprise for parents preparing for the "terrible two's.".

They had to be lying, because every time Ajax would come into view you'd immediately throw a fit, wailing and swiping at his face with a kind of rage an entire army of men could not match.

He had no idea why; he never touched you, or spoke to you, all he did upon your first meeting was draw back in repulse.

You weren't a pleasure to look at; with your beady little eyes and thick eyelashes that lined them, your thin eyebrows and piercing gaze. You looked like some haunted porcelain doll. And there was a certain consciousness behind your eyes that children your age were not supposed to have.

His little siblings were much cuter.

And he did not hesitate to say that.

"Tonia was a prettier baby. What's wrong with her?", he piped up, humiliating his mother and father who immediately scolded him for his rudeness. Your mother only laughed.

"Trust me, she'll be a beauty when she grows up. I won't be surprised when you come around here in sixteen years asking to marry her."

This started a little musing session between your mothers, giggling about the possibility of their children being wed and how wonderful that would be for their friendship and their families.

Meanwhile, Ajax was dwelling on how that would absolutely never happen—if the look on your face was any indicator.

You were red as a tomato, nose scrunched in distain as your eyes pierced his. Like you'd understood him.

How was he supposed to know babies could take offense?

Whether or not your infant brain could comprehend his words, your hatred was clear, and before he could react, your soft little hand went flying towards his face and landed with a resounding THWAP!

Even though you struck him, you immediately burst into tears, bawling crocodile tears that ran down your face and dripped off of your chin.

All of the adults in the room immediately ran to your aid, hushing and petting you while scorning Ajax for "tormenting the poor girl."

Never before had he felt so cheated.

That begun his feud with a two year old.

Your detest for one another ran deep. So much so that every gathering between your families ended in you receiving plenty of sneaky pinches to your fat baby skin and him risking a bald spot with the amount of hair you'd rip out of his head.

It was a nightmare you could walk too, since you'd often seek him out just to babble in annoyance and tug at the knee of his trousers.

"See? Look at how much she likes you!", his mother would coo, but he knew better. Your grappling with his pants was your pea-brained strategy to get him to bend down and remove you so you could bop him one on the nose.

He swore you were such a strong baby. He'd rather take a hit from a club than suffer the force that your tiny fists could bring down on his head.

That's why you were the perfect girl to be his wife

If he were to marry any other woman, the guilt of leaving her alone at home for long stretches of time, depriving her of having the good husband she deserves rather than a man who could never love her, would be overwhelming.

Sure, he was a monster, but he wasn't about to let some innocent bystander be collateral damage.

But you? The evil, horrible little wench you are? You more than deserved it.

In his mind, he'd actually be doing his fellow man a favor by saving an unsuspecting bachelor from accidentally marrying a grisly thing like you.

So, although his retainers were already in the process of scheduling meetings with his potential brides, he plucked your name from the list without hesitation.

"Set the wedding date. I'll have that one."

The organizers looked between themselves warily, deciding whether or not they should challenge him on this monumental decision.

"And nothing too grand—it'll just be family.", he cooly added, leaning back in his chair to rest his feet upon his desk and crushing the list of names under his dirty boots.

In the end, the harbinger always gets what he wants, so his retainers retreated with quiet nods and quick steps.

Though Childe acted aloof towards the decision to have you as his bride, when the day of the wedding actually arrived and he found himself standing at the altar of a small church in Mosepok—his home town, his palms were sweating and eyes darting around nervously. He shifted his weight on his feet as the congregation waited for you to enter; this was supposed to be a small ceremony, but leave it to his mother and father's proud announcements to their friends and neighbors to draw a crowd. As his eyes scanned the faces of those who'd known him in his youth, he realized near all of the small port town was packed into the pews. He wracked his brain for the answer as to why these people would want to watch their old town troublemaker's union, but he supposed it would be the most interesting thing to happen in the town since his era of delinquency.

It was a miracle that the budget the Fatui gave Childe for this wedding greatly superseded the amount he'd needed for the original plan of a small gathering; it was more than enough to feed the whole town for a night, which actually brought a flicker of joy to Childe's chest.

He was pleased that he could give back to the community that handled him like a family in his childhood.

But that flicker was immediately quenched when the creaking sound of the heavy oak doors that led into the chapel reverberated through the room—revealing the silhouette cast in white of his bride.

His stomach turned with anxiety. Childe had led battalions into what could be considered suicide missions if not for their miraculous victorious outcome, and yet, somehow, the fear he felt standing in front of a girl that, though she may not be small by definition, definitely looked so standing next to him, significantly surpassed that of which he's ever felt.

His cold body shook like he stood inches from death.

Suddenly, he remembered the fury your little body had when you were only a baby, and it dawned on him that you've only gotten bigger, smarter, stronger. A little arbiter of the apocalypse couldn't have grown into the meek woman he imagined, if anything, her bloodlust grew with age.

What did he get himself into? Was he an idiot? Did he, blinded by his scheming for revenge, land himself in a lion's den?

With a light tap on the shoulder from the priest, he jolted out of his stupor and found you standing in front of him already, suddenly remembering that he was now to lift your veil.

His hands shook as he reached out, bracing himself for the hideous face he'd been forced to associate with at every friendly gathering between your parents in childhood, and now, due to his own brashness, would have to associate with every time he returned home or attended public events.

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he took the fabric between his white-knuckled fingers and threw the thing up and over your head. The procession hummed with awe and approval—some more boisterous men from the docks whistling, to which their wives jabbed an elbow into their ribs.

The sounds of adoration resounding from the audience perplexed Childe, drawing his interest and encouraging him to open one wary eye and peek at you.

But his cautious peek grew into an owlish gawking and dropped jaw when the woman before him shined like an angel.

This couldn't have been the girl he knew in her infancy; her once-beady eyes now twinkled like stars, her red puffy face was now sculpted and the only remnants of her discoloration resided in dusted pink pigments on her cheeks. They were so perfectly placed that they could be mistaken for a painting by an artist with a keen eye. He pried his gaze from your enrapturing eyes to ogle your lips—plushy and inviting. He'd give anything to kiss a gorgeous woman like you.

And he remembered with an unexpected delight that he would by the end of this ceremony.

Before he knew it, the soft ring of your voice settled upon his ears. Having been caught in a trance, he hadn't realized the procession already arrived at your vows.

He only tuned in after the opening sentences of your declaration had passed, your words blurred by his reverie.

"I promise to wait for you when you go and embrace you when you return; to make a warm, solace of a home for you that you can always come back to, whether there be a roof over our heads or not. I promise to follow you through this life and meet you in the next, to be by your side when you need me, no matter how far apart we may be forced to exist. I promise to love you and only you, to be true as long as your ring encloses my finger, and promise to keep it there forever. I will take your family into my arms just as you will me, care for them—as they are an extension of you, to love them just as I do you. I'll hold you ever close to my heart, speak to you with nothing but kindness, recognize your face as that of my partner in life, my one and only, and..."

Childe jumped when he felt your warm hand sneak up on his and gingerly intertwine your fingers, to which he did not resist, nor want to.

"I promise to love you as you are; no matter how much the years we spend together may change us."

To his puzzlement, Childe felt a certain wetness roll down his cheek, causing him to look up at the skylight above the both of you to check if it was raining. When another droplet ran down the other side of his face, he realized he was crying.

Childe never cried, he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened; maybe it was sometime when he was a boy, but the memory simply did not exist. These were not tears shed in misery, they were spurred by your words of devotion, words he'd never been blessed with before. He truly wondered now if you may be divine, but all he beheld of you told him you were, in fact, human, and not a vision of absolution sent from the heavens above.

You tilted your head to the side and blinked your dollish eyelashes at him, obviously waiting for something, to which he remembered that is was now his turn.

He had neglected to write vows beforehand or memorize the traditional vows spoken by couples bound by marriage as an arrangement. He had, in fact, planned on skipping the process altogether, but your profession of love caught him off guard and incentivized him to speak his own.

So, with a blank mind, he resorted to letting the few truths he knew spill from his mouth.

"I'd only known you during our childhoods, but how you've blossomed and changed has..."

He had never been one for words, so making something up on the spot in front of quite literally a hundred people was daunting. His voice seized with trepidation, but he took a breath and moved forward.

"Has...left me speechless. My mind is empty, and all I can think of now is...that I am blessed."

He swallowed a lump in his throat and continued, struck by your endearing gaze on him—it made his voice quiver as it resounded from his chest.

"I'd assumed I knew you, but it's clear to me now that I have so much more to learn."

He unconsciously squeezed your hand for comfort, and, with a gentle smile on your face, you reassuringly squeezed back; making him sigh and yearn to feel more of you—imagining that you felt like warm cotton, soft and homey, something he could bury himself in and happily stay there for eternity.

"And I want to learn it. I...want to spend my whole life in awe of you, discovering as much as I can, knowing you like I know myself."

He could not hesitate before he blurted his next statement, his voice getting carried away from him and spilling his most personal beliefs.

"And loving you as you love me."

Your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of pink, and your eyes glimmered as your perfect lips stretched into an even more enticing smile. He could hear your soft, happy sigh, a sound that not even the priest beside the two of you could catch, almost like a secret meant just for him.

Your sweetness enthralled him like nothing he'd ever experienced— slowly convincing him that you very well may be the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"I'll take care of you.", he promised, and meant it. "I'll spend the rest of my life ensuring your safety and happiness. Despite what you promised before, I will always put a roof over your head. You'll be forever warm and safe. I will fight for you, die for you, do anything you ask. You will want for nothing as long as you're mine."

His vow had come upon its conclusion with one final promise he all but growled, like it was somehow in danger of being broken—that he would go to any length to protect.

"And you will forever be mine."

His pause at the end indicated to the priest that the his vow had ended, and the way your lips parted in wonder and your wide eyes remained locked on his made him want to lean in and kiss you like every inch of his body burned to do. But he had to, begrudgingly, wait; hoping the ceremony would end as soon as possible so he could finally have you to himself and ask you all the questions he was dying for the answers to.

Did you really mean what you said? He sure did, and he didn't even know he had the capacity to not only promise, but want, desperately so, the fulfill the oaths he had declared to you.

Soon enough, the priest announced it was now time for the bestowing of the rings—a symbol of the bond you will share for eternity.

As the ring bearer, Childe's dear brother, Teucer, brought the rings resting on a white silk pillow over to the altar and held it over his head while he balanced on his tippy toes so the two of you could reach the rings with ease. Childe immediately felt awash in shame. All he'd purchased for you was a simple silver band—no precious gems, no original detailing, just a band. He didn't expect to want to take pride in the symbol of his loyalty you'd wear for him on your finger. He'd get you a new one, a better one—one he could admire as he kissed your hand, held it with adoration and smoothed his fingers over it.

But although the ring fell below expectations, there was no disappointment on your face. You barely glanced at it, your eyes trained on his face with a fondness he'd never received before. Your gaze had his heart spilling over with exaltation.

You took his hand in yours and slipped the perfectly fitted ring around his finger, giving it a small squeeze when you were done—as if to brand your affection deep into his hand.

He returned the gesture, taking your other hand in his and, carefully, securing the ring around your finger as well; he breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight he hadn't known was resting on his shoulders alleviate. His heart thundered in his chest, threatening to leap out in a desperate attempt to be ever closer to yours.

The priest spoke, but his voice was drowned out by Childe's inner voice, wailing for you.

All he could register was the sound of your silver bell-like voice, piercing through the fog in his head like a star's light in the void of the night sky above.

"I do.", you said.

He couldn't tell if he'd rushed ahead of the priest's announcement of his turn or not, but he followed your statement blindly.

"I do.", he whispered ardently, brushing the backs of those precious hands of yours softly with his thumbs.

After the final blurb recited by the priest, a sentiment he couldn't bring himself to listen to in his anticipation, he finally heard the words he'd been waiting for.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Without a moment of delay, he brought both of his hands up to cup your cheeks, a look of ache in his face as it felt like you had reached an invisible hand into his chest and gripped his heart, and kissed you.

Fervently, passionately kissed you.

It took your breath away, left you panting when he finally pulled away after remembering he was, in fact, in front of his parents and broader community.

But cheers sang from the crowd for your union as he led you back down the steps of the altar and out of the church, eyes trained on your feet with your hand secured in his—watching carefully as you descended to make sure you wouldn't fall. He treated you as if you were sculpted from crystal glass.

After the two of you crossed the threshold out of the church as one, Childe gently tugged your hand to draw you closer so that he could whisper in your ear.

"Could we take a walk in the garden?"

While the guests made their way to the reception hall for their lavish dinner, you and Childe strolled through the church's garden together, hands still intertwined as the two of you gazed at the various winter shrubs and evergreen trees sprinkled with snow. It was beautiful in its own kind of way; the way life persevered through otherwise uninhabitable conditions, how even the bear oak trees existed as intricate silhouettes against the grey sky—providing cover as the sun sank down and gave way to a grim dusk, it was wonderful, and in this moment, it was yours to share.

The two of you came to a halt at a marble bench next to a large, frozen fountain, adorned with swirling details and moulding from an older, more fanciful era. He swiped off the snow that had built on top of the bench, then removed his large, fur-lined cloak to rest on the surface. He led you down to sit on it, having fashioned a dry, warm seat for you as he stood.

"Won't you be cold?"

"I'll be fine.", he assured you. He'd grown used to the frigid air of his home country, having entered various conflicts with nothing but thin linen to cover him for the sake of his movements not being burdened by thick, heavy fabric.

"Thank you.", you spoke, softly, and the words warmed his chest more than any coat could.

He stood there for a long moment, just taking in the sight of you. He just couldn't believe you were real, and couldn't believe you were his at so little a cost—he'd done nothing but bellyache and pluck your name off of a paper, and somehow the situation ended up being the best decision of his life. He'd found someone that claimed to truly, deeply love him by sheer chance.

And that thought brought him to the question that had been weighing on his mind since your vows.

"Did you really mean what you said?", he asked, quietly, hesitantly. After the words left his mouth, he wished he'd never said them. He didn't want to know the answer; if he could live in a fantasy where a miracle like you truly adored him, he'd seize the opportunity and hold it close to his heart for the rest of his life. He felt like such a fool.

"Of course I did.", you chuckled, like the question was ridiculous.

"I thought you hated me.", he confessed, his curiosity for your change of heart getting the best of him when he knew better than to ask too many questions. You only quirked your head and blinked at him, indicating that he needed to clarify. "When we were younger, you acted like you wanted my head on a stick."

To that admission, you laughed heartily. It was a lovely sound, one his mind would no doubt play on repeat in his darkest of times, sending sparks to his heart that would keep him moving forward—back to you so he could hear it again and again. "I was a toddler, dear. I didn't understand my feelings! And you were pretty nasty to me, too.", you said with a playful, pointed look.

The term of endearment made his heart bubble, craving to hear you say it again, but his mind was desperate for more answers. "But...how did you...", he coughed awkwardly, "fall for me?".

His carefully spoken question only made you giggle once again, but you could understand his confusion.

"Oh, Ajax. You were the most entertaining person I've ever met. I know we fought, but I remembered your presence in my life so fondly. And I'd look at pictures of us from our old gatherings, where our parents would force you to hold me on your lap and smile, or take candid shots of us chasing each other around, and I'd wish for you to come back so we could fight again.", you laughed at the memory. "I thought of you all the time, you know. And, as I grew older and life passed by, I'd keep looking back on those photos and...", your cheeks turned even redder than the chilly air had already done, flushing your cheeks and nose. After this conversation, Childe would make sure to rush you inside so you could warm up by a hearth. "Well, my heart would beat for you. And I wished you would come back for different reasons...so I could see you again and fall in love with the man you've become."

Childe gulped in shame. He knew the man he'd become was...cruel. Wicked. He'd never thought so little of himself than when he stood before you, your glorious, pure eyes assessing him like Celestia would upon the day of his death.

But how you looked on at him was not in judgement, but affection. "And when I met you at the altar, I did. I truly did."

He was so swayed by your words, so caught up in your devotion, that though he knew he was undeserving, he leaned down and connected your lips with his once again; his large hands warmed you where they caressed your cheek and the side of your neck, his lips thawing your frozen ones. The flavor of you was intoxicating, but as much as he wanted to prolong this moment, your icy skin pushed him to get you inside immediately.

So he drew back, drawing the most angelic whine of protest from your lips. It made him grin in pride.

"Let's warm you up, huh?"

Though you wanted to stay in the privacy of this isolated garden, continue to live in this moment that only existed for the two of you, you couldn't deny how you shivered and your stomach growled. It was time for your reception, and you couldn't keep your guests waiting.

So you, albeit reluctantly, let Ajax pull you up into his arms and throw his cloak around the both of you before taking you back to the church where he married you, now entering sharing one heart, one life, one love. Forever.

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so disgustingly nasty— neuvillette thinks he's so horribly foul when his hand fists his dripping cock to the alluring thought of your exposed figure quivering under his much larger one.

he squirms now, dragging his teeth against his bottom lip as lewd strokes gather on his shaft which made him drip messily between his knuckles as he imagines it being you instead— in fact, the one who'd please him.

would you be so kind and lend him a hand? or scrap that, you should maybe just sit on him, keep him warm until you're gushing of his creamy cum, a rush of stinging twitches compelling him to groan out your name as he exhales through a boneless relaxation of his hand fucking his dick hard and feral, his face glazed with sweat as everything neuvillette really wanted was to feel you move up and down on him until your parted mouth drips from the corners of your delicious lips.

his fingers white with warm cum when he imagines how ethereal you'd look as well— easily dropping up and down and bouncing on his lap, those pretty tits of yours on display which he can always play with, maybe take one in his mouth until you're squirming in slight pain when he decides to tease a nipple with his sharp canines, all fused perfectly with your walls crushing on his cock, easily masking him with a trace of deluge.

his eyes are bright with a deeply veiled pleasure when neuvillette moans out again, his hand furiously clutching on his cock harder— imagining you, always and always and always and fuck, your tight grip on him would be so overflowing, or your sounds when you feel the full length of his cock bulging through your sensitive skin, most deliciously how warm he'd feel all deep into your guts, broad thrusts against your weeping cunt until neuvillette was penetrating the depths of your skin.

#fem! reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette smut

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pearlywritings · 1 year

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Sometimes the name doesn't matter

synopsis: sometimes it matters that you are his wife.

pairings: Alhaitham, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, a little bit of bullying, a bit of unwelcome drunk flirting, characters are whipped for their wives

word count: 5.4k+ words

a/n: part 2 can be read here!

Alhaitham

Your husband is… Truly something. Honestly, that's the best way to describe this epitome of nonchalance, smugness and sarcasm, sprinkled with sharp glares and served with a smartass sauce. No one would be able to swallow such a nasty pill, yet you somehow managed. But that's what doctors say, right? The medicine might be bitter, but it'll get better. And it did.

Hard to believe, but the Akademiya's Scribe is enamored by you - it took time to realize, many interactions for him to see that you do not rise annoyance in him, multiple times sharing the eye contact and hundreds of hours being your interlocutor to cognize the beauty of you, but when he fell - he fell hard, and the realization didn't make him feel repulsed. On the contrary, it brought him inexplicable peace, and, being an efficient and straightforward man he is, Alhaitham faced you the very next day and asked out on a date.

The rest is history. You dated, you moved in, you got married - the sequence your husband perfected in its briefness to be over with quickly anytime his colleagues or anyone asked about you and your relationship. You, of course, would give a more detailed summary to your friends, speaking of him so tenderly, always witnessing the same reaction - disbelief. And you get it where they come from - after all, your partner is known to not be the most cordial person. He prefers it that way though - he is bothered much less and can dedicate that free time to his lovely wife.

He makes it a point to not leave the house unnecessarily early, just exactly enough to get to his office on time, and same with finishing his work, bluntly rejecting anyone who tries to approach him with stuff. This way he doesn’t waste a second with you, quite on contrary, sometimes a couple of hours can be added, if you visit him during the afternoon to go grab lunch together, or enjoy the one you brought with you, and then rest somewhere in a private spot with your head on his shoulder, holding a bigger hand that is resting on your thigh, while his other one is occupied with a book. This is enough to power you both up to push through the rest of the day, and Alhaitham really appreciates it, never failing to give you a kiss on the lips and murmuring the soft words of reassurance, before parting your ways till the evening.

Today is one of those days when you find yourself in the House of Daena with a home-cooked lunch neatly wrapped and warm in your hands. A couple of librarians greet you on the way, knowing perfectly well who you are, and you smile at them. One older woman, who’s always been fond of your character, informs you that Alhaitham hasn’t left the Grand Sage’s office since the moment he arrived, and you thank her for going out of her way to reassure you that you will not need to search for him.

There’s another exchange of greetings at the bottom of an elevator and just seconds later you start ascending to the above of the huge library. The quiet whirling of mechanisms is calming and you hum softly to yourself, imagining that tender look in those light turquoise eyes, a rare shine in orange-ringed yellow pupils and a slight pull of thin lips upon seeing your figure and catching a whiff of food you brought. A content sigh escapes your chest and you prepare to soon step off the huge round platform.

But instead of catching a glimpse of your husband, you are met with sharp black eyes, staring at you and a scowl present on the face of a person you don't believe you've seen before, at least not long enough to remember. You blink in surprise, eyes darting to look at the man from head to toe - he is wearing the Akademiya’s robes, but there is no indicator to which Darshan he belongs to. A Matra perhaps? But you are used to seeing a completely different face of a scholar Alhaitham appointed as his secretary for the period of time he’d fulfill the role of an Acting Grand Sage. Panah has soft brown eyes, always nodding to you in a greeting and leaving upon your arrival if it is lunch time and his boss doesn’t instruct him to stay and carry on with his job, not minding you two.

This one practically glares at you, arms crossed and posture intimidating. You simply tilt your head in question, waiting for him to say something.

“Who allowed you to enter?”

The tone of his voice is pretty rude, and the gruff voice doesn't add grace to it. You are not one to judge someone by their looks - your husband is the proof of that, so you decide to brush it off and simply answer.

"Shohre of course, as usual."

“...as usual?” His brows furrow, and you get even more confused with the question. Is your husband having some kind of an impromptu inspection? He didn’t tell you anything about it in the morning, and since the Akasha got turned off, there is no simple way to warn you of it.

"Is Alhaitham holding any meeting, perhaps?" You try, knowing it's absurd since he doesn't love his sweet lunch time being interrupted, but right now it's hard to find an explanation for this hostile-acting man's actions.

"You have so little respect for the Acting Great Sage?"

This time the booming edge in his words makes an echo in a pretty vast space and almost makes you flinch. The situation is escalating pretty quickly.

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but I do not believe I ever deserved such treatment from you. Would you be so kind to explain what's going on or at least let me see the Acting Great Sage-"

That must've sounded kind of sarcastic, because the man looks like he is ready to fume akin to a kettle.

"Who even are you!? Who do you think you are? Demanding a meeting like that - you must know his schedule is packed, so don't you assume that your pretty face would get you through-"

"Jahan, what is going on?" The "Jahan" shuts instantly upon hearing a deep, dripping with authority voice behind him. Your face instantly brightens when you spot the tall man approaching you two with his arms crossed and the most nonchalant expression etched in his features.

“We have an intruder, Sir.”

What in the Archon’s name- This is becoming ridiculous.

"An intruder?" He lifts his brow and glances at you, gaze lingering just for a few seconds longer. Then it returns to his subordinate. "I don't see one here."

"This woman," you move just in time not to have his index finger directly point you right in your face, "came here without prior appointment, not stating her purpose, not even stating her name!"

"Is that so?" You almost snort at how little Alhaitham cares for what this man has for an explanation, instead moving directly to you and taking a heavy lunch boxes from your hands, allowing your shoulders and arms to drop in relief.

“Her name is of no matter. All you need to know is that she is my wife.”

The room falls silent. The man stares at his boss with eyes so wide, you worry they’d pop out of his sockets. Your husband though doesn’t show any reaction to the stunned look on the man’s face, balancing all the containers in one hand, offering you the other, which you take with a smile.

"S-she what?"

"My wife. And she, along with the necessary descriptions, is literally the only person on the list of the people who are free to come and leave whenever. On the list Panah passed to you along with other instructions before taking his sick leave. Did you even skip through those?"

The tone of your husband is cold with a mocking edge, rubbing his subordinate’s incompetence in his face, and you don't need to look at the man to sense his panic.

"I-I, no of course I thoroughly looked through every single one, but I do not remember such paper, it must've been lost along the process-"

"It doesn't matter. Now you are aware. But there is one more thing you need to learn about my wife visiting."

"Yes, Sir?"

"You leave the moment she enters."

There is a momentary pause (you know Alhaitham is rolling his eyes inwardly at how slowly the notion seems to reach him), before Jahan snaps out of his stupor, slightly bows, mumbling something and quickly walks off to the elevator.

Not even waiting for the mechanism to start, your husband tugs on your hand and you take the hint, following him to the sofas and a table.

"What an imbecile," is murmured in annoyance and you finally chuckle, covering your mouth with a hand.

Your husband is truly something, but one thing is absolutely certain - his wife is the only person that really worths his nerves and time.

Ayato

Kamisato Ayato is a character of many admirable traits and worth-mentioning accomplishments, a great leader, an amazing big brother, a boss held in high regard, and a loving husband of three years to you. This last, but not the least, is Commissioner's favorite, and he makes sure to show it every opportunity present in his individual mischievous way.

You know he gets away with a lot of things, and for numerous reasons, ranging from being the head of the Yashiro Commission, to him being pretty unknown by face among the commoners due to Ayaka handling all the public affairs. This one in particular is harmless, but there is that little thing which drives you up the wall - he does it only when you are present, leaving you very flustered and with a fast beating heart.

"My name? Oh, I am a husband. This gorgeous woman's husband."

"Lord Kamisato? No need to be so formal with me, just call me her husband."

"'Kamisato Ayato' and all my titles are so long to write down, can't I sign it with 'Y/n's hubby' instead?"

"Kamisato Y/n's husband. That's who I am."

"Ayaka, have you forgotten? No more calling me 'big brother', only 'Y/n's husband- Stop laughing, I am serious!"

The last one is literally happening right before your eyes, with the younger sibling hiding her smile and suppressing her giggles behind her intricately decorated fan, as the older one has taken his glove off, wiggling his fingers to show the glistening golden band wrapped around one of them. You, on the other hand, are trying to cover your heated face with a stack of papers you picked when Ayaka entered the office and addressed her big brother as, well, big brother. Peeking above the filled with reports sheets you catch a sly smile playing on Ayato's lips, while his usually piercing eyes reflect the special kind of adoration he holds for you.

You know why he is doing this - the man fought hard for your heart and then hand in marriage, and since it is now a reality, he absolutely keens on that "I am your husband" notion. Sometimes it's a perfect ice breaker in introducing you two to new people, sometimes it's a reason for an eye roll (yours as well), at times it puts people in stupor which Ayato uses to his advantage, but there is always only one initial thought behind every single one of them - showing the world he is proud to be your partner with a label "husband" on it.

And this sentiment is fully returned! However you never had an opportunity to do the same - he always beats you to it, and leaves bashful long enough for the moment to become wasted. You know you can always talk it through with him and he’d be more than happy to give you a chance, but, after all these times he left you speechless, it’s simply a matter of pride to pay him back. Besides… You really-really want to see his reaction if you told someone important those words.

That you are his wife.

You hear a soft knock on the living room’s door where you and Ayato are sitting next to each other at one side of the low table.

“Lord and Lady Kamisato, the guests have arrived.”

“Wonderful, please let them in.”

The man notices your elation upon hearing those words and smiles to himself - your friends from another nation, whom you haven’t seen properly in ages, finally managed to reach the coasts of Inazuma and seek a meeting to reconnect with you and also meet your mysterious husband you’ve written and praised so much in your letters.

The scene is heartwarming. Two girls around your age are tightly hugging you with excited squeals while the man that came in together with them, patiently waits to be introduced. Ayato follows his example, watching your grinning face, filing away every single detail about it - the sparkles in your eyes, the rosiness of your cheeks, that adorable wrinkling of your nose when the girls say something cheesy, and the pure happiness written all over your visage.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s so nice to see you again after so long! So much happened…”

“Yes! We totally should discuss every single event! But I offer to start by introducing us and our husbands.”

“One of you got married?” You ask surprised. “I know that only one of you got recently engaged-”

“Me! But the wedding is so soon, that I already call him my husband, hehe. Oh, we brought the wedding invitation for you and your husband as well, I hope you two will make it!”

“Girls, girls, let’s calm down,” you laugh, pausing them and gesturing to the two men silently observing you - both pairs of eyes shining with admiration. “Ayato, my dear, I want you to meet my friends I’ve told you so much about…”

Your husband hears familiar names, ones he’s remembered long ago, and nods in recognition, offering each a kiss on the back of their hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet people my beloved holds in high regard.”

“Likewise,” they giggle, giving you teasing looks about how gentlemanly your spouse is, and you roll your eyes, but a smile tugging on your lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“And I’ll take an opportunity to introduce our companion,” one of the women says, stepping closer to her fiance and offering everyone his name and a slight description of his field of work, to which Ayato hums with interest.

“And these,” your other friend gestures to you and your husband, “are Kamisato Ayato and-”

“Wife.”

Everyone falls silent and looks at you with confusion. You yourself are stunned, eyes slightly widened and heart skipping a beat. The word really just flew out of your mouth faster when you could think about it.

“Excuse me?” Your friend gapes at you, and suddenly it clicks. This spontaneous reaction, caused by your unspoken desire, presents you with a perfect opportunity. You finally can get “revenge” on your husband.

“That’s what I said, sweety,” with a smirk and boosting confidence you glance at Ayato and meet his lilac eyes, staring at you with a hint of amusement. “I am this marvelous man’s wife. You know, 'Kamisato Y/n' is way too long to pronounce. So, maybe just a wife instead?”

The silence reigns again, with the three of your guests clearly being in stupor and your husband observing you with an unreadable expression. But suddenly he laughs. Joyfully and sincerely, it plucks on the strings of your crazily beating heart. Instantly there are arms wrapping around your waist and lips pressed against your temple, and you can feel the smile he hides in your hair.

“Yes, that’s right… This remarkable woman is my wife. Most incredible and lovely wife.”

Turning your head slightly you manage to catch a soft blush dusting his porcelain skin, before he faces away from you. Oh Archons, he loves it and he is bashful!

As you fully turn in his embrace and start teasing him, loud enough for only the man to hear (you are not that cruel to embarrass him in front of people), your guests' existence is forgotten for a moment. Both girls sigh and look at the completely lost man, whose hand his future wife takes and rubs a thumb over his knuckles.

“Ah… Please, don’t mind that. She always had a strange sense of humor, and it seems that her husband only enabled it.”

That is true, but you look genuinely happy, so they can bear a week of occasional cringing.

Diluc

The annual harvest celebration has been a tradition in the Ragnvindr family for as long as the Dawn Winery existed. When Master Crepus was alive, it was hosted in the grand mansion with spacious halls and intricately decorated staircases, the one Diluc used to call his home. Guests would gather, wine bars would be uncorked and red liquid fill dozens of glasses, as he and Kaeya would curiously watch the adults interact, sneaking out of their rooms to spy from the hiding spots they knew so well.

But not anymore. Gone were the days of careless happiness he calls the past now, gone his father, gone the mansion, and gone his desire for active social interaction. It's been some years since his return and the sale of the mansion in attempts to run away from said past. The celebration came to a stop for as long as he was gone and then while he tended to re-establishing the business after arrival.

The Dawn Winery, despite all the maids and winemakers, would become so quiet. And it's not like he stayed there for long too - he was always somewhere, preoccupied by something.

That is until his life was shaken and turned upside down, and all by the hands of one single person. The person, who brought light back to his dark crimson eyes, who made him stop and think about how he can not just exist, but live, and happily so, waiting for every opportunity possible to be in the loving presence; the person who brought out that part of him he buried deep down in his graveyard of a soul, and gave it freedom to be again. The home actually started feeling like one, not a building he had a study and a bedroom in, but a place he could share with another, basking in the long-forgotten sensations, having his heart dance jigs and face soften in a tender gaze.

Many changes occurred, and, with some encouragement, he decided to bring back the tradition his father held in high regard, with only his sons' birthdays being more important to the late wine master.

The Winery is not as big as the family mansion used to be, but it is still enough space, with some of the furniture moved and the floor cleared, it can host many people. Besides, there is always a lovely outside with benches, and tables, and chairs, and it seems that Barbatos is kind to you, sending delightful weather as his gift.

Diluc is not a fan of social gatherings, however, he couldn't help but feel giddy when Adelinde exclaimed in elation at the prospect, be rather content when he saw happy smiles of the citizens - it's been a while since any proper celebration, and the monster rampage last month has been keeping everyone in a gloomy mood, and most importantly - he couldn't betray the trust and confidence his wife put into him.

…right. His wife. The ending to his reputation of the most eligible bachelor (not like he ever cared for the title), and the talk of the town for the past couple of weeks. Diluc Ragnvindr is a rather private man, and upon mutual agreement the wedding was private as well, with only few attending, and those few knew how to keep their mouths shut till the right time came. Or not, since one Cavalry Captain loves getting on the redhead's nerves and spilling some beans to the people who are willing to listen, and then not saying another word to create an intrigue.

So yes, this celebration is also a way to finally introduce the owner of the Dawn Winery's wife to the public, and put an end to all the speculations and maybe seal some lips that spew hatred towards the 'lucky woman', and there are a number of those.

You haven't been taking your eyes off the small group of nobles, standing almost in the middle of the first floor hall, loudly discussing the matter, inevitably drawing the attention of the ones not involved in the conversation, but standing rather close to them.

"I am telling you, she must be some dirty little thing, seducing our poor Master Diluc," the raven-haired tall man claims, elegantly holding a glass of dandelion wine in his long fingers. With his white and black clothes he reminds you of a dalmatian. Barking is almost identical too.

"You are right! She must be some commoner, too ashamed to show her face. If she was of a noble origin, the wedding would be grand and public," ah, and this bear-like looking man… you remember him - he was very active in trying to arrange a marriage of a very uninterested Diluc and his 17-year old daughter. You almost grimace at the thought.

"Oh yes! And we all know, that such well-known and ancient family as Ragnvindrs ought to have one of the noble daughters getting married into it," it is the first time you see this dramatically dressed woman, but even so you would've doubled in boisterous laughter if not the pretty dress Adelinde helped you lace an hour ago, that could potentially be ruined with the drink in your own glass.

You will yourself to tune them off for a moment and check on other guests. It quickly becomes clear that this conversation makes them uncomfortable. Some manage to entertain you though, by making fun of those nobles, parodying the pompous manner of their talking and snickering at that.

Nevertheless, one shall put an end to this idiocy.

"Afternoon, good sirs and ma'ams," the group direct their gazes at you, approaching them with a polite smile and a glass absent from your hand. "I've caught pieces of your conversation earlier, and couldn't help, but feel concerned."

The derogatory gaze the woman throws your way doesn't go unnoticed, but you simply choose to ignore it.

"Is that so?" The 'Dalmatian' hums, as if condescendingly. "Are you worried about Master Diluc as well, young lady? Such compassion is admirable."

"Oh, I hardly worry about Diluc," some eyes widen at your lack of his title acknowledgement, but you once again ignore it. "I am concerned about you. You know it's bad manners to berate a person in their own house? I'd really advise you to stop talking, especially about the matter you seem to know nothing about. Not to make bigger fools of yourselves at least."

"How dare you-" the woman you haven't heard talking before, but saw her nodding a lot, with those huge feathers in her hair waving with each tilt of her head, starts gasping because of your 'insult'. "How dare you speak to us like that! A servant must stay silent until asked to open their mouth!"

"I am not a servant here, nor anywhere else," the assumption doesn't surprise you, since all the maids were allowed to wear pretty outfits even while doing their job - after all it was a celebration honoring them as well, they help the Winery keep running.

"When who in the Archon's name are you-?"

"Y/n Ragnvindr," a deep soothing voice rings behind you, so loud and clear, that it immediately shuts all the sounds in the room.

Your lips curl in a wider smile, all the while holding the bewildered gaze of the woman who decided to pick a fight with you.

"Yes, dear?" His chest is now against your back and a hand, clad in a white glove, reaches for yours. "Are you done with welcoming our partners from Liyue?"

"Of course," the back of your hand is brought to his lips to leave a chaste kiss there, and only then you turn your head and catch a dangerous glint in those blood-colored eyes. He is pissed, but neutral face hardly betrays him. "I see we have a problem here."

"Mhm," you hum, not letting go of his hand and looking back at the tensed individuals, who were bad-mouthing you just minutes ago. "It surely isn't how we planned to reveal our marriage, but the situation called for it, I suppose."

"L-lady Ragnvindr, we didn't know-"

"Can these people be escorted out?" Your question interrupts her harshly, making her flinch. "They disturb other guests, and clearly do not know basic rules of respect."

"My dear wife," you can practically feel menace radiating off of his body, and voice dripping with smugness, "no need to ask me. That's your house as much as it's mine, and you contributed so much into organizing this event. So don't be shy to make your own decision."

"Well then," your smile gets even sweeter, contrary to your eyes that burn holes in their distasteful figures, "Get out."

Kaeya

"Hey pretty tits, hic! Argh, you come here often?"

You wouldn't think that a question like this was addressed to you, if the heavily smelling of alcohol man wasn't occupying the bar stool to your right, leaning forward in your direction. You slightly turn your head and suspiciously watch the swinging glass in his trembling hand, half full and threatening to spill the dark liquid. He really had too much tonight.

"...was that supposed to be a compliment?"

Leaning back to avoid any unfortunate outcome, you give him an unamused look, finished with an arched brow. From the corner of your eye you can't help but notice Charles staring at the man. It is nice to know your good acquaintance doesn't ignore the possible trouble a drunkard can cause another customer.

But you can handle it.

"It was!" He exclaims so happily, childishly proud that you acknowledged the fact. Should you tell him he sucks at it? And that there is only one man whose drunk flirty compliments you'll ever accept, and even in a state like that he would manage to be good, putting a smile on your face? Right now though, the urge to grimace is stronger.

"...thanks," I suppose?. "And yes, I come here often to spend the evening with my partner."

At that his face visibly falls and you turn away, assuming it is enough to cut the conversation short, and concentrate on savoring your first drink of the evening. You ordered it while waiting for one particular Cavalry Captain, and even though it's not strange for him to come later due to astronomically fast piling up paperwork, today he seems to be particularly busy. Maybe you should purchase a bottle and come to his quarters?

Just before you could do just that, there is a hand sliding over your right hip and a hot breath caressing the shell of your ear. You don't even flinch or freeze, recognizing the alluring presence immediately and leaning back into the firmness of his chest.

"You are late, Kaeya."

A soft chuckle and a kiss to the temple make it pretty clear that the azure-haired man cracked your fake rebuke on the spot, knowing that you are not one bit angry at him, but actually really happy to finally have him here.

"I apologize, princess," another kiss, this time to your cheek, "work's been a bit tough. But I am glad to finally be here with my woman."

"Youuurr?"

Ah, you completely forgot about the drunkard to your right.

Turning to look at Kaeya's reaction, you are stricken by the star-shaped pupil gazing right at you - he hasn't even glanced in the other man's direction, instead fixated on you completely. And that is making wonders to your poor heart.

"Who's that, snowflake?" His tone holds curiosity, but you know your lover, and you know when he is ready to be an ass. You shouldn't encourage this, however…

You'd love to see Kaeya Alberich tell the suitor off for you.

"No idea. But he said I have pretty tits."

He hums at that.

"True, but I would've aimed for that delicious butt. I am a simple man, after all."

You barely slap his hand in time, not nearly as drunk to start touching each other right here and right now. At your jab in his ribs he simply laughs heartily, settling his palm back onto your hip and momentarily redirecting his attention to the troublemaker who's been staring at you two throughout the whole exchange.

"You are not from here, are you?"

Only when your lover says that, do you decide to take in the other man's appearance. Indeed, if you were to look longer at him (not like you were interested) it would be easy to guess Fontaine as his land of origin.

"And what?" He straightens his back and puffs his chest as if trying to intimidate. What a rooster. "Does it prevent me from pursuing a pretty woman from another region?"

Oh, so now it's not simply one flirting remark, but a full-blown pursuit? How troublesome.

"Oh no, no, of course not," honey is dripping off those pretty lips, pulled into a smirk. "It's just that otherwise you'd know it's a bad tone to hit on someone's ex-girlfriend."

Confusion appears on the pursuer's face and you look inquiringly at Kaeya as well. The only answer you get is a wink and a mouthed request to order him a drink. Still perplexed, you nevertheless turn to Charles and ask him to make the Cavalry Captain the usual.

Meanwhile the man pulls his thoughts together.

"It's stupid! If she is your ex, then how does it not give me the right to date her? Ridiculous. Why do you even hold her like that!?"

The shouting gathers attention from other patrons - some were invested almost from the beginning, seeing how that unknown man tried to make a move on you, and snickering behind their mugs of alcohol at his unawareness of your relationship.

And Kaeya is all for the show. Many eyes watch as an elegant hand wraps around the glass of his favorite drink and brings it to the silent lips. It feels like everyone stopped breathing and the silence is pressuring, like a string ready to snap and reveal some shocking truth. You, on the other hand, roll your eyes at the male's love for theatrics and put an elbow onto the counter and lean your cheek into your open palm. This is going to be crushing, you almost feel sorry for the guy.

When the Cavalry Captain takes the third sip and sighs in delight - then, and only then, - he looks dead into the other man's eyes, so oppressively that he shrinks under the weight of this cold gaze.

"Maybe because she is my wife?"

If it was physically possible, the drunkard's jaw would hit the floor. The glass, he's been holding just seconds ago, however, follows its destiny, breaking from the impact with floorboards and ruining the prolonged silence and earning a grunt from the barman.

"S-she's what?"

"His wife," you raise your hand and show the ring, getting quite tired and wanting to save at least some of this man's dignity. "So, if you could, please, let us two have our date night. Uninterrupted."

Finally it seems to have him sobered up a little and he starts profusely apologizing to you, to Kaeya, to Charles, to Barbatos and Focalors, while digging his porch with mora out to pay for his drinks and minor damage he caused.

When he stumbles outside and the other patrons stop following the drama, you turn to a contently sipping on his wine Kaeya, who is excelling the nastiest grin on his face.

"Ex-girlfriend? Seriously? That's how you call your wife now?"

"Well, technically I am not wrong, right? Since you are not my girlfriend anymore," he shrugs his shoulders, finishing the last few gulps and putting the glass back onto the counter.

"Then the next time we meet new people I will introduce you as my ex-boyfriend. What? Technically you are," having his own words being thrown into his face makes Kaeya laugh, and he hugs you tightly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"Deal. But only once, to make it even. I enjoy being called your husband way more."

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