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Blade.

♧| Dice with a demon: what is your bet, mortal?

Tw: Bot 18+! But the intro from below does not contain adult materials, only hot Ren-

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The wide, long street shimmers with an unnatural maroon — gloomy, empty, devoid of any meaning and life. Which is not surprising: it is pointless to look for the breath of life in the Ghost City — in a frozen place filled with the poison of death. Creatures scurry between the red lanterns floating in the air — who are they: people, ghosts, demons or just intelligent individuals? — their faces are hidden by a mask, depicting sad and cheerful emotions. Having calmed the incoming anxiety, you correct own camouflage, worn for the same purposes as ordinary mortals who visit the ghost market in their careless, most diverse desires. Everyone wears masks. But time will pass, and they will not be able to remove it — this disguise will grow to the soul and devour the present.

While the demon butcher and the beautiful prostitute, who could boast of a charming figure, were arguing in the distance, a Gambler’s Den finally appeared in front of you, with a mocking sign: «Gains Over Shame». It is not surprising that such an impressive building is completely painted red — the eyes were dazzled by such an incredible amount of this color — from the outer columns to the inner walls and even the carpet on which you step.

Cheers of victory were replaced by disappointed sighs; pretty maids amiably served customers while bouncers kicked out the rowdy drunks who had lost not only a fortune, but also their daughters. In this place, people mostly don't put money on the line, and you — poor as a church mouse — are no exception.

"Unlucky one, you've lost." a hoarse, rude voice was heard through a thin red cloth covering one part of the hall, and through which you saw the shadow of two figures: one of them is tall and sturdy, belonging to the owner of the Gambler’s Den. "Mortal who risked her life, satisfy my hunger."

Blade's hands went to the victim's waist, unceremoniously pulling her closer, and bending down to cover her lips with his own. Demon wasn't just kissing her. He absorbing her, sucking out what he didn't have himself — a soul. The woman, who was in his arms a moment ago, falls to the floor with a thud, sprawled out in mortal languor. The ghostly servants began to stir: the shadow of a tall male figure appeared through the thin canopy, slowly pushing the fabric aside. A pair of ghostly hands draped a jacket over his broad shoulders, not hiding the deep neckline of his blouse, through which something more than sharp collarbones could be seen. Involuntarily, his gaze caught yours: The red hues surrounding the entire city seemed insignificant compared to his eyes — they are not the color of maple leaves, but the crimson of blood.

"You — the pitiful one. What are you here for?" gait was light, but warning, as he walked towards you along with the servants surrounding him — one held a kiseru for smoking, the second obediently flicked a lighter, setting it on fire. "For the sake of excitement, wealth, or an altruistic desire to save a loved one from illness?"

The voices faded; only the music dispelled the tension and fear felt by everyone present when Blade appeared in his true form. Exhaling, clouds of tobacco smoke escaped from his thin lips, a woody smell that you immediately caught as soon as he approached you at arm's length. Devilishly handsome, terrifyingly dangerous, he loomed over you with a barely noticeable crooked smile, fingering the jade rosary in his hand.

"Name the bid." looking at the mask hiding your face, he slightly tilted his head, and strands of long black hair immediately fell on his shoulders. "After that, I’ll decide what price to charge you: should i take your soul, your arm, or your pathetic body?"

If mortals make a deal with a demon, then no deity has offered them a better deal. The master of the Gambler’s Den — and of the entire ghost town — is a supreme being, capable of fulfilling any whim, but nothing comes without price.

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Tw: 18+

𓂀: sultry days in Egypt, intimacy in the bath and Ratio testing your knowledge.

Hot sand underfoot, inspiring fear and the greatness of the pyramid, and you, who have found your place in the temple of wisdom. And not only in the temple, but also in the arms of an egocentric doctor of sciences, known as an ardent anarchic Greek.

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In the sanctuary of the large marble bathhouse, the air is enveloped in a curtain of steam — the remnants of hot water cascade down from the wall. In a sitting position, athletic arms are spread wide and leaning against the sides of the tub; his head is slightly thrown back, while running long fingers through a shock of purple hair, Veritas combs them back, revealing a damp forehead and a sharp jaw line. Bright eyes, shimmering with amber, observing every muscle on your face, flinching every time you slowly move your hips up and down, getting deeper and deeper on his cock.

Indeed, his face is like a statue, into the creation of which the sculptor put all his love — gave him reliefs akin to a deity, in whose veins flows the immortal ichor. Probably as a reward for the skill, the gods breathed life into the marble, and the statue came down from its pedestal. Otherwise, how to explain a handsome, but little emotional face, even in this heated moment when his own student straddled him in the bathtub? Only the periodic biting of his lower lip, languid gaze and laboured of breathing, which caused his strong chest to fall and rise, betrayed Veritas’ excitement and pleasure from your actions.

"There is always something that you will not be taught in the house of wisdom. And no, no talking about sexual education, which I lavish on you." his voice, as usual, is saturated with a sense of superiority, contrasting with mannerism when he reaches out to your face and tucks a stray strand of wet hair behind your ear. "No one will tell you that a monarchy without anarchy — is an ordinary dictatorship, and the Pharaoh's form of government is an inveterate despotism."

Everyone knows that Dr. Veritas, who came from the famous Ratio family, had Greek roots and graduated from the Platonic Academy, from which he had a progressive point of view. And you, an orphan, were lucky enough not only to learn literacy in the house of wisdom at the temple, but also to be useful enough to become a student of Veritas himself. Frankly, in addition to the benefits and dangers — because of the anarchic tendencies of your professor, which he does not even hide — you are faced with the pleasure a famed doctor gives you.

"But I won't tire your young mind with politics and sophisms when your legs are shaking and stars in your beautiful eyes." being sarcastic, his hand moves along your cheek, and slides down until it reaches your neck. Grabbing you by the scruff of the neck, Veritas forced you to lean so that he whispered fervently into your lips. "Speed up."

You should be grateful that Ratio didn't give you another demonstration of the sophisms he torments you with every time he fucks you.

When you increase the pace a little, the doctor helps you with his own thrusts, changing the angle of penetration to exactly the one that makes you throw your head back and let out an exhausted moan. Oh, Veritas knows the physiology of the human body perfectly well — it is not difficult to understand where you are particularly pleased. All people are like an open book for him, after reading which, Ratio will send them to gather dust on the shelf.

Speaking of books…

"You read the last letters I gave you, didn’t you?" he asks hoarsely, knowing full well that you don't care about the study materials right now — not when you seem to be coming for the second time."Be a diligent student, Y/n, and answer my question: how do we truly know right from wrong?"

A sea of goosebumps went through your body as he teasingly ran down your back, counted each intervertebral disc until reached your waist and wrapped his two arms around it. The space is filled with loud squelching sounds, harmonizing with the sharp splashes of water and his quiet moans. A barely noticeable blush appeared on his pale face from the heat of your body and tension, and, oh, God Ra knows, you’re able to bring him to orgasm if answer the question accordance to his expectations about you.

Otherwise, he'd rather spend time in the bathroom with a book in his hands than with you writhing in his arms.

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Childe — fluff

“And he fell in love like a naive sailor with a mermaid.”

When the clear sky of Liyue was dotted with sparkling stars, Childe looked at the foaming waves and inhaled the clean sea air. Putting a shell to his ear — which was brought ashore with the tide — he listened to the call of the lonely sea. But the sea was no longer dreary, because on the very day when the sirens seemed to sing an ode to love, — Childe met you.

And like a sailor who fell in love with a mermaid, he was drowning; so deeply, as if he’d fallen into the abyss again.

Warm Liyue gives way to cold Snezhnaya, Childe takes you to his homeland, and you create a nest — a home together, in which laughter, quarrels, and conciliatory sounds of love are heard. Sometimes you get lonely; being a harbinger, Childe is rarely at home, faithfully wreaking havoc all over Teyvat.

You look longingly at the winter expanses outside the window and remember how you once basked under the warm rays in the Harbour. For two months now you’ve been all alone, in a cold and unfriendly country and in eternal expectation when your lover's ginger head will finally appear on the threshold.

“Y/n?” the sound of the door opening is heard. Shaking the snow off his shoulders, Childe enters the house and first of all looks for you with his eyes. “You home? I swear to Archons, I'm gonna die if I don't hug you right now.”

Finding your figure sitting on the windowsill and looking at him with resentment, Childe approaches with a guilty smile. Without thinking twice, he wraps you in his arms, and curly hair tickling your cheek as he buries his face into your neck.

“I know, I know. Sorry, i had some troubles in Fontaine... their archon is a schizophrenic woman, ugh.” he complained, pressing you closer to him. His hands are cold after the street, but scorchingly loving when he gets under your T-shirt and counts the vertebrae with his fingers. “But let's not talk about it. I haven't touched you for two months; you have no idea how I'm starved for you, my little mermaid.”

Lips leaves kisses on your neck, painful and needy touches, that leaving purple hickeys and bites — proof of his hunger and longing for you.

“I brought gifts to everyone. Fontaine is famous for it’s inventions and I think Teucer will like these toys.” the words mixed with the sounds of kisses, his hands randomly wandered over your curves, unable to stop in one place. “While I was away, did you visit them often? We should to go to parents together, but... it seems we won't leave the house for at least a week.”

He missed you so much; your smell, your grumbling, and your laughter. Childe missed you so much that he’s not going to let you out of bed for many more nights — the moon will be replaced by the sun, and the sun by the moon, while Childe will revel in your moans coming from your lips.

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Sanzu — Borderline Psychopath.

TW : drug use against your will, forced kiss, mention of blowjob and its further implementation.

You know better than to get involved with a man who is on the verge of psychopathy, right? Wait, are you on your knees already?..

Sanzu doesn’t consider you special. On the contrary, you seem boring and ordinary to death — so much so that he even became interested.

Seriously, you're so corny—always with the same face at the reception desk and smile stiffly politely at the residents all your shift. There’s not an ounce of madness in your eyes, your words are memorized and of the same type.

On one of the monotonous working days, your superiors have sent you to the top floor of a residential complex, where wealthy people live in penthouses. But you didn't expect that instead of listening to the domestic whims of a rich resident, you’d be roughly pushed inside and the door would close with a piercing click.

“I'm wondering how many pills I need to feed you to make your healthy psyche crack at the seams?” Haruchiyo was pressing you against the wall, your shoulder blades aching from a rough collision with a hard surface. While his palm was pressed tightly into your mouth, his gaze didn’t leave yours, followed every breath and tremor. “You're too normal, it's completely tasteless. Tell me, what should I bring you to?”

Like a Cheshire cat, he smiled broadly and slyly. Just the thought that you’ll be dependent on him and lust after him—makes Sanzu’s heart beat faster, scroll through color pictures in his head.

“I have to see this pretty face of yours grimacing with pain and pleasure at the same time. Y/n, how do you look when you're high?” Sanzu watches with perverted interest how your eyes widened when his knee gets between your legs and pushes them apart. ”It's especially nice to spoil everything normal, don’t you thing so?"

He put the pill into his mouth and leaned his head back, closing eyes. The vein in his neck swelled, and lips stretched in a smile of pleasure. Turning his attention back to you, Sanzu’s already dilated pupils were running over your face, and tongue pressing against the inside of his cheeks—as if the movements of his tongue subtly (thickly) hinted at what you’re going to do this night.

“After this magic pill, an unusual hunger appears. And I'm not just talking about food.” Sanzu removed his palm from your mouth, but before you could take a breath, your lips were enclosed in a violent kiss. The knee between your legs rose higher, teasingly touching the intimate place while men's hands inquisitively led over your curves. “Swallow it.”

In addition to his tongue, you felt another foreign object in your mouth—a drug that he gave you through a kiss—promising to engulf you in a fit of madness and passion. Placing his palms on your cheeks, Sanzu deepened the kiss and pushed the pill further with the tip of his tongue—forcing you to swallow it.

“Well done. But that's not all, Y/n. You still have an incredibly boring expression on your face.” with a defiant smack, Sanzu reluctantly pulled away from your lips, letting you catch your breath. He leaned into your ear, a whisper escaped from him. “Be a good puppet and get on your knees. Show me how you work with your mouth.”

Sanzu hates normal people, because he’s never been one. And you’re so ordinary and boring that he attends to spoil it with pleasure—Sanzu will stain you in a thick resin of addiction and madness

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Gepard — Lovesick AU.

“Gepard is not only a man languishing in love with you, but also a warrior who is used to achieving his goals. And if in love, as in war, then Landau intends to take over your cold heart by any means.”

From the time Serval formally introduced the both of you, Gepard had been experiencing the emotional sensation of a flourish flower, akin to a cherry blossom, only without any specific season. It was a firmly rooted feeling in his heart, and proved unable to fade or wither with the passing of time. In the very same way as one's admiration of a beautiful feeling, Gepard's sense of overwhelming yearning and jealousy were slowly brought to light.

“Please, accept my feelings.” The captain of the Silverman Guards was standing at the entrance of your door, and judging by his uniform, his service ended quite recently.

Gepard’s subordinates have long been interested in where their vigilant captain is in such a hurry after work. They are discouraged, Gepard has always preferred to stay on guard of Belobog more than indicated in his working hours — even being of high rank, he doesn’t shirk and doesn’t hurry home. However, over the past hundred days, the blue-eyed warrior has clearly found something more important than exterminating monsters and protecting the country — and that’s you.

For a hundred days now, he has been appearing at your doorstep, like a cat that asks to get a collar with the name “lil Geppie" on it. Maybe you're a dog person? Because all this time you've been blowing him off, closing the door in the face of Landau, the son of a respected family.

“Silverman Guards never back down, Y/n. Even if a hundred days turn into two hundred...”

Gepard looked away in embarrassment and squeezed the bouquet of snow lilies he was holding in his hands. As befits a man who runs after you, he never comes empty-handed, and your small apartment is always filled with a floral fragrance emanating from the composition of flowers.

“...It doesn’t matter. I will go ahead and win.” His eyes met yours again, but with great determination. Your relationship is similar to war, and he was always an advancing army, trying to occupy your heart. All is fair in love and war.

Gepard tilted his head to the side, smiling and handing you a bouquet. It seems that you will be able to open a flower shop soon. Even if his name means "cheetah" in multiple languages, only with you he’s not a wild, but a domesticated cat.

“Maybe we should celebrate a hundred days since you turned me down?” He awkwardly brushed a blond curl from his face, realizing that what he said sounded strange. But even if there's nothing to celebrate, Gepard just wants to spend as much time with you as possible. “How about having breakfast together?”

4 am, not a best time for a breakfast. But he's standing at your door once again, while you become a tasty bait for gossip among curious neighbors who notice the presence of the famous Landau in their unremarkable district for a hundred days now.

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Ayato Kamisato — a step away from revealing his true identity.

You won't even notice how the wave of his desires and possessiveness will cover you in full, while his words will turn out to be a form of poison.

Life doesn't teach you anything, right, Y/n?

Thirst for knowledge and research has always put you in situations from which it was difficult to get out. And now, having come for the sake of a scientific dissertation, you are stuck in the country of the Electro Archon, which is distraught with the idea of eternity.

“Oh, you mean the permission to leave Inazuma?”

Ayato took a sip of jasmine tea, the aroma of which spread throughout the room of the Kamisato estate. He always maintained a facade of politeness and courtesy, but what was underneath that — you could only guess.

“Yes, of course I remember your request. However...”He looked at you carefully, studied, as if assessing how easy it would be to manipulate you.

And if it's not, how long would it take to subdue you completely?

His elegant white-gloved fingers tapped on the wooden table, and there was the only sound along with the rustling of leaves outside the window

“My apologies. It turned out to be difficult even for me. Now is not an easy time, hunting for visions, feuds with Watatsumi…I'm afraid you'll have to wait a month or…two.”

Kamisato Ayato was a respected person in Inazuma, second only to the Archon. He could not have achieved his position without extraordinary resourcefulness and, perhaps — dark waves are hiding behind this impenetrable smile.

“In the meantime, continue to live in Kamisato estate, we are more than happy to see you, dear.” – He reached for the cast-iron kettle, poured you tea, allegedly accidentally touching your fingers with his own. “But if you decide to leave...Well, I guess you won't like what it could end up with.”

He met your gaze again, the purple hue of eyes sparkled with politeness and secretive desire — but Ayato is sure that he won’t have long to hide his true nature.

The day is not far off when you’ll be in a golden cage — your wrists will be bound with exquisite silk, while he’ll watching and savoring first the wine, and then you.

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Childe x Y/n

“Is it possible to restore the shine of dead eyes?”

“1...2...5...” - a kid’s voice counted to ten so that he would open his eyes and see what kind of surprise his beloved brother had prepared for him.

You looked anxiously at Teucer, then at Childe, who’s being attacked by several huge, mechanical Ruin Drake. The sound of machinery and their heavy, loud footsteps echoed throughout Dottore's abandoned laboratory.

“Give me another ten seconds, Teucer...” - Said Tartaglia and met your gaze for an imaginary second.

The water was quickly replaced with electric charge by using delusion that denigrating his already impure heart. The tall figure of the man became even taller while lean body now seemed unnaturally muscular and handsome face was hidden behind a red mask.

Have you ever wondered what Tartaglia is like without a mask? Even if he’s not in the four legacy form, he wears a facade that hides not only intentions and the blackness of his soul, but a small child beaten by life that gave him to the bottomless abyss.

Before you could blink, the mechanical monsters fell to the ground with a prolonged sound — signaling that the gift for Teucer is ready.

“9….10! I'm opening my eyes, this time for sure!” - Teucer removed his hands from his face and joyfully ran towards the mechanical ruins. “Wow, a lot of Mr. Cyclops! My bro the best! The best toy seller in the world!"

If Tartaglia had been a seller, he’d have been selling sharp daggers or numerous stolen women's hearts, not toys. But, today you’re an accomplice in this performance, where Childe is a caring brother — not a bloodthirsty harbinger.

While Teucer was excitedly playing with toys, you looked around to find a hint of the presence of ‘Toy Seller’, who disappeared immediately after the score reached ten.

Going a little further, behind the iron wall, you heard a quiet, male groan. Walking towards the sound, a wounded Harbinger stuck to your gaze, sitting on the ground and holding his side, where blood is similar to red paint on a canvas. His breathing was labored, a couple of drops of sweat were dripping from his forehead down his manly cheekbones.

“Huh, I'm not in the best shape after using four legacy. But I'm fine, y/n, i’ve been worse.”

Of course, this has its price. It’s pox that may one day consume him completely, but blind loyalty to his homeland is stronger than fear.

Childe reached out and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit on his lap. He didn't care about your protests or attempts to escape — only squeezed your hips from both sides and burying himself in your neck.

“…I'm sorry. This is the first time someone's around when I'm in this state... not counting the doctors, of course.” - His voice trembled slightly, whether it was from external or internal wounds, no one knew. He inhaled your fragrance and ran his nose over the delicate skin of neck, raised one hand from your hips to your hair.

Tartaglia has always been alone, when his body is covered with cuts and his heart with arrows. Let him enjoy someone's presence a little. After all, before you is not the 11th harbinger, but the one who was once Ajax, whose eyes sparkled before falling into abyss.

“Just for now, sit on this evil-harbinger for a little longer.”

That's him, the ‘toy seller’ Childe. He has a wide range of products — from bloody extermination, to passionate and tender love.

What product do you want to buy, Y/n?

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(18+) Gojo Satoru — FWB.

“Love is the most twister curse of all”

“Will you help me relieve stress?”

One day these words fell from Satoru's lips and the status of your friendship was supplemented with an spicy privilege — which implies sex, obviously. It may have been a surprise for you, but the honored one has repeatedly thought about ways to get you into bed without any obligations.

Since then, the Strongest has been covering every part of your skin with kisses, and his hands possessively explore every curve. Hot and wet touches feel like an invisible seal — unequal and unfair restrictions.

Gojo comes more than once with already existing hickeys on his neck, not left by you. There is no doubt that you’re not the only ‘friend’ providing him with services, where the main trump card — his heavenly eyes and pleasure that you won’t be able to experience with anyone else. However, if you mention other potential love interests, you face obvious jealousy on behalf of Satoru.

“Knock-knock.” Gojo is again standing at your doorstep and comes inside with a familiar grin, taking off the black blindfold along the way. Sometimes it seems to you that it’s better for him not to take off his glasses or bandages — the one who calls himself the strongest has too beautiful eyes. And Devil, he’s very well aware of this. That’s why complacency is his constant decoration of the face.

“Missed me?” he asks, but it sounds like a statement. Satoru pulls you to him by the waist, hugs tightly and eagerly burrows into your neck. “I must admit, i'm not in the best mood… Ugh, annoying Elders. I'd kill them all, but there's no point in that.”

Despite the carefree nature, Gojo sometimes utters really frightening words. And his personality is ambivalent, as if he’s on the edge of destroying an entire country. But this is forgotten as soon as skin of your neck begins to burn from the sweet kisses of his lips, combining it with light bites — restrains himself so as not to eat you completely.

“Do you feel it, y/n?” his palms descend from your waist to your hips, stroking and squeezing the delicate skin through clothes. It’s not difficult to feel something hard that rests against you and signals his need and desire. “Today I’ll devour you and feast on you. Once again.”

Love is the most twister curse of all — Satoru has said this more than once. And despite the fact that he’s the strongest, Gojo has no weapon against love.

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Dark! Morax — “Drowned in waters of cruelty.”

Drowned in the water of cruelty, Morax emerged victorious from the war of the Archons, but it cost you the life of your Goddess, whose body turned into dust. Blind pride or obedience to a new Deity?

The sun was rising above the dusty curtain of the Guili Plins — illuminating the sickly pale clouds with a yellowish light, looking more like a haze of poisonous fog. Morax showed the face of boundless destruction, his blows did not miss; during the War of the Archons that turned heaven and earth, he showed no mercy, even if it was an old friend.

Your Goddess Guizhong, an old friend of Morax, is endowed with knowledge and graciousness, but lacked the physical might, for which she forfeited her existence. From the beautiful and gentle Goddess, there is only sand left, that you are trying to collect in anxiety, but the golden crystals of dust pass through your fingers and get wet from your tears. This is a tribute to the loss of your deity.

“Which is to be expected. Fragile and weak as a speck of dust, just like your Goddess.”

Morax, the demonic God of rocks, towered over you, looked like you sitting on the sand in this chaos — in the flames of war, slurping grief. In that mythical era, the face of the Lord of the Stone was motionless, like an icy rock, on which no trace of emotion could be seen. Was his heart made of stone as well?

“So answer me, mortal.”

The Lord of stones stretched out his hand to your chin and forced you to lift your face up, lightly pressing on the delicate skin. You didn't know what to feel now; grief from the loss of your goddess, fear because of the numerous lifeless bodies around you, or hatred for the culprit of deaths that incinerates you with a look of amber eyes?

“Will you die for your goddess because of blind loyalty, or will you be more useful to make me think about keeping you alive?”

His gaze slid over your body, devoured, tasted and caused trembling. Behind the handsome face of a man, there was nothing human, so many centuries lived, but a complete lack of pity. Morax smeared your lower lip with his thumb and pulled it down slightly — watching as your eyes, swollen from tears, look at him with hatred and horror.

"Indeed. I understand why Guizhong kept you by her side." - he nodded, sharpening you with his gaze like a jeweler making a necklace from a precious stone. "Your eyes full of tears are incredibly beautiful, little one. It's like you were born to suffer."

You are on your knees in front of him and this causes not the right thoughts in the head of the Deity. If humans are the children of God, then Morax is probably a terrible father and a sinful creator.

"Wouldn't it be sad to take the life of such a pretty face?"

The desire and lust of mortals is a part that they have adopted from their Gods. Sins is also a divine origin — and Morax is the root of this very peccancy.

(Mom I’m sorry, I have a special place in my heart for pre-Zhongli😩)

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18+ Rezef Hill x You. (Warning : incest au!)

“Embrace of divine punishment and sin.”

Dirty, wrong love on the part of the older brother to you. But Rezef has never been a positive person — which means it has never been a fairy tale.

Rezef knows it is wrong — to experience feelings that smell like white lilies. But the flowers that mean freedom and purity are blackened by his vicious thoughts and desires about you.

In the biblical narrative, the first incest was committed by the children of Adam and Eve — this union was forced and therefore recognized as sacred. But, Rezef believes that his feelings for you are no less sacred. As a loving brother, he is forced to make you his own and protect from the outside world.

When he hears your voice and wonders if it will be as sweet while you moan under him? Your sharp tongue, which finds its use in disputes with him, doesn’t do what it should. Rezef can find you a better job — he would fuck your mouth to the very tonsils, so that tears would flow from the corners of your eyes. He would tuck a lock of your hair behind ears while you swallowing his seed, look up at him with those innocent and beautiful eyes.

Oh, Y/n, do you know what your old brother does late at night while your name is on his lips? His hands wrap around his thick cock, moving up and down, but imagining that you’re now sitting on him — sitting on it’s entire length. Rezef is not going to share you, not with your next beau, not with friends. And it would be even better if you were locked in his chambers — tied up and always ready to be fucked by your beloved brother.

But while you’re so naive and unsuspecting, sitting opposite and talking to your parents, Rezef dulls the strong desire to take you during a family dinner, in the presence of your parents. He has colorful pictures in his head — you, bound and as always beautiful, are lying on the table instead of the main meal. Rezef licks his lips, just the thought of this scene makes him know gluttony.

“I don't think that Y/n should go to the upcoming ball.“ - Rezef tapped his elegant finger on the table, frowned at you, missing the glances parents. Your old bother doesn’t really like that you’re discussing in what attire you will be at the ball, talking about the person who will accompany you. "You're not ready to go out into society yet. Your behaviour doesn't match our royal family, and i’m not going to disgrace myself because of you."

Rezef knows this is wrong, but he has never been a saint. But fear not, he’ll definitely go to the temple and pray for his sins, and you just wait — Rezef will show you what brotherly love is.

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18+ Xiao — Kidnapping AU. “Today he will be a demon, desires and sins have prevailed over Alatus.”

One day, Xiao left an anonymous note on the board of the Wangshu Inn :

«I coped with the desire and decided to keep my distance, followed through the fields and mountains and secretly cleared the road so that nothing would happen. But every time I noticed this person with someone else, my heart was filled with anger. How can I allow such betrayal?»

The note is still hanging, but no one takes the secret admirer seriously, and even more so, they don’t realize that this is a Yaksha, in whose heart a vile feeling has settled — jealousy.

And yet someone answered him. The anonymous message certainly contained a humorous context, but not advice. However, Xiao doesn’t understand human humor well, it is difficult for him to distinguish whether it is a joke or not.

«So what's the problem, huh? Kidnapping - and the issue is solved! Then this person will only be yours~»

“What the…Nonsense.” - After reading the answer then, Xiao was indignant — the idea seemed wrong, dirty and doesn’t fit with moral principles of Yaksha.

And he’d have already forgotten about it, if only Xiao hadn't met you again, in the company of another man.

Who are you smiling at so charmingly, y/n? Isn't that a blush playing on your cheeks right now? Why did you put a lock of hair behind your ear, are you flirting with this person? Watching from afar, Xiao clenched his palm into a fist — again your smile addressing to the wrong person, that blush on your cheeks should be because of him, and only he should see your playful side.

That was a moment, when stern Yaksha finally broke down. And you know, that anonymous tip wasn't so bad, y/n. To have you all in his hands and only, Xiao could only dream about it. He will no longer need to come to you at night while you are sleeping, watching as your chest rise and fall from heavy breathing. If he gets you — he won't have to hold back.

Xiao is a vigilant Yaksha, that teleports to any point to exterminate demons. But today, he will be a demon, desires and sins have prevailed over Alatus.

When he emerged from the shadow of room, you was standing with your back to him and packing things into a suitcase. So you are going to leave LiYue… Oh, not today. Never. A lot of movements from the Adept were not needed — it was only necessary to hold your mouth and nose with one hand, and wrap the other around your body so that you would fall into his arms after losing consciousness from lack of oxygen.

Xiao didn't want to, he swears, but it's your own fault. What were you thinking, having such a nice conversation with others people?

When heavy eyelids opened and the darkness was replaced by light, you were bound. Lying on the bed, the red ropes were tightly wrapped around your wrists and ankles — unable to move, unable to escape. Your mouth was open, Xiao will give you the opportunity to shout and swear at him, and when you calm down, he will put something other than a gag in your cute mouth, something long and thick. I assure you, you will like it, y/n.

“Stop twitching, it won't help.” - As always unemotional, Xiao lacked eloquence and expression of emotion, but preferred actions. He was standing against the wall with his arms crossed and looking at you as if you are guilty, you were very, very bad.

“Were you going to leave the Harbor? By any chance, not with that idiot?”

Jealousy boiled in the yaksha's blood, he glared like an evil husband who caught you cheating. And there is no need for excuses that the two of you don't even have a relationship — Xiao doesn't need these human stigmas, you are his and this doesn't need an explanation.

He broke away from the wall, came up to you, who lying in a bed like a porcelain doll wrapped in gift paper… Oh, he'll open you up soon, you just wait.

“Whatever. You're not going anywhere and not going to see anyone.”

If that anonymous adviser knew how he helped Yaksha to finally make up his mind. And the fact that it was a joke — doesn't matter.

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Thoma Neighbourhood AU. “Six years of difference smells as mint and home.”

Six years of difference used to seem impressive—Thoma saw you no more than a neighbor's child. But now, he finds it an incomprehensible task to take the emerald eye away from you.

In an inevitability that has occurred innumerable times in the past, autumn has again shown its head. Unavoidable rainfall is once again expected; however, a feeble ray of sunlight serves as a mere mockery of hope. As the whispering of trees and the noise of traffic fill the air, you stand under the cover of your balcony, watching from above as other people scurry hastily past dim dwellings, through puddles, towards destinations unknown which they will forever pursue.

Another quarrel with parents ended up with you under house arrest again, forcing to enjoy the noise of the streets and the night lights of lanterns only from the balcony. Unable to endure the heavy atmosphere and the lingering smell of condemnation, you climb over the low barrier of your balcony, jumping to the next one and shamelessly stepping foot on someone else's territory. As soon as you touched his place, the oppressive atmosphere was replaced by the warmth enveloping your offended heart, and even his smell of mint hovered on the balcony.

Trying to be quieter and pulling your cold hands out of pockets, you inhaled and exhaled, releasing tobacco smoke and burnt thoughts with ashes. But the burning throat feeling lingered only for a while, replaced by a sweet thrill, and a cigarette — with a mint lollipop.

“Huh…Once again, like a stray kitty, you climb onto my balcony.” - low, but at the same time gentle voice is heard, almost like a mixture of tobacco with a mint aftertaste. “And this thing is not for your cute lips.”

While you were standing dissatisfied with a candy in your mouth, your cigarette was between his lips — an unequal exchange, as it seems to you, but for Thoma everything looks right.

For him, you are still a ten-year-old child, as if your maturation has stopped at the very period when as a neighbor, he looked after you in the absence of your parents. But eight years have passed, and Thoma is not a teenager anymore, dragging you everywhere, and saving you from yard dogs. Admittedly, Thoma didn't even notice how you grew from a problematic kid into a beautiful person — the facial features and body became more expressive, and your lips wrapping around a lollipop made him hold his gaze for seconds longer than allowed.

“Don't take this stuff in your mouth anymore.” - he finally looked away and took a drag from the cigarette that originally belonged to you “Hm, what did you say?”

The noise of the rain and the road covers voices, you were speaking through the sweet lollipop, making your indignation resemble more a kitten's hissing than a roar. Chuckling, Thoma moved his hand with a cigarette behind his back so that the smell of the smoke would not go to you, and leaned towards to hear your outrage more clearly.

“You say you're already of age?” - he repeated your words, as if tasting this argument, but remained hungry and unconvinced. “You're not little Y/n anymore, are you?” By holding your two cheeks with one broad hand, he drew you closer to leave a light kiss on the forehead. As an older brother soothing a child after scolding.

“very well, big Y/n,” - he yawned, stretching so that his home T-shirt was pulled up, revealing a view of Thoma’s abs. It can be seen with an unarmed glance that night of your little runaway interrupted him from sleep. “I know you've been put under house arrest.”

He has been many times the one who would find you after another escape based on emotions. His number is set as an emergency in your parents' phone — Thoma is definitely the favorite of all adults and children. Noticing your unspokeneness, but reading it all in your eyes, he deeply sighed and extinguished the cigarette.

“Go home,” - he said strictly, a warning light flashing in his emerald eyes. The least you wanted to do was go back to the tense atmosphere at home, where you would face two pairs of condemning eyes. Thoma frowned and runs his fingers through his disheveled hair, knowing how stubborn you could be sometimes. “you can't hide at my place all the time.”

But both of you know, that a single request from you — and he won’t be able to refuse, not when you look at him like that. A single request — and Thoma will again let you into his home. No, a single word and Thoma will protect you from everything, as he always do

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18+ Zhongli. “God and Courtesan — a duet that doesn’t bode well.“

Clothes were discarded haphazardly onto the floor—an offering to this union between a Mighty God and a dirty courtesan. Skin touched skin—hot and feverish—as Zhongli explored every crevice and curve that belongs to you, but which he possessively marked. Time lost its meaning within those four walls as ecstasy surged through your veins like liquid fire. Moans filled the small space, blending harmoniously with stolen whispers shared between breathless kisses.

And when dawn broke beyond the waves’ reach—casting golden hues upon an unforgiving sea of the Liyue Harbour—you both lay entwined amidst scattered sheets and dampened bodies; sweat glistened like diamonds on your flushed skin, the bites and hickeys received from the Lord of Stones is both blessing and divine punishment.

When you were lying tired after a long and intense interaction, Zhongli's gaze slid over the contours of your face — a mixture of tenderness and something far more sinful. With a knowing half-smile on lips, he bent down to trace with his fingertips the red marks left by his own teeth and hands.

"Have I tired you too much?" - a deep voice enveloped your ears, every time it was a sanada, music during the connection of your bodies. "I couldn't hold back. Just your scent awakens a dragon in me… The animal instincts that I have successfully stored for centuries, have come out because of one fragile species."

This fragile porcelain is you, but already broken into many pieces at a young age—forced to sell your body as a nighttime action with reusable use. On this bed, with always clean sheets, there was probably an ugly number of clients—men and women, residents of Liyue, and maybe even from the distant Snezhnaya.

But no one can compare with Him. Whose skin is the color of ivory, hair of a flaming chestnut, and eyes of bright amber - always attentive and passionate, like the wet dreams of the inhabitants of the Harbor. Zhongli has been your regular customer for more than a year. A connoisseur of high art has found a rare treasure in your shameful appearance—having you in his hands, God has known mortal sins and divine pleasure.

“Think about it again, my dear. This proposal will never lose its relevance.” - he rises from the bed, exposing the muscular features of the figure that always shows you what Heavenly pleasure and Hellish pain are. “I wouldn't want even a hint of someone else's touch on your body. I'm not used to sharing what I desire, especially with mortals.” - His voice has always been somewhat gruff, with its own charismatic bass that whispers obscenities to you at night.

Zhongli has repeatedly offered to become your only client, intends to provide and cherish you in a way that no other man or woman could. Indeed, it is extremely difficult to compete with the Archon who once created Mora - the currency that you accept during ‘work'. But it's one thing to sell yourself for a few hours without obligations, and another thing is to be tied to one, even if it’s an incredibly attractive and generous man.

“I've told you more than once, I want you all and only for myself.” - He puts a hefty bag of gold coins on the bedside table. When you serve Zhongli, your price list involuntarily increases several times, at his whim, of course. “And never, in my entire immortal life, have I wanted anyone as much as you.”

Running fingers through his hair, Zhongli gathers them into a low ponytail and moves to the buttons on shirt to fasten them, but doesn’t stop looking at your body, which is hidden only by thin sheets. He will never get tired of seeing you like this - bitten by him, disheveled because of him and with his sperm on your delicious thighs.

Zhongli knows it's only a matter of time before you belong to him alone, whether you want it or not. But the Deity couldn’t imagine that waiting is so tedious — and no matter how patient he is, everything comes to an end.

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Blade x You. “His sweet revenge” 18+

…The dream seemed real. You felt a light wind blowing your hair, the murmur of the river nearby and even your own heartbeat, which was pounding with frenzied force from the sight of the one who standing in front of you.

“Huh…Interesting. Is this the Dan Heng’s slut?”

Blade was called that for a reason, one word from him could pierce like a dagger, but even a cold weapon would seem calming than his presence.

You've only seen him once, but that was enough. That day, with a confident movement, he pierced Dan Heng with a spear, made the dragon spirit of him appear before your eyes. As it turned out, your boyfriend was not human at all, his current tail is proof of that…

“I guess I can understand what he saw in you.”- Blade grinned and approached you, his eyes were the shade of blood, like a scarlet density, ready to drown you. Was it possible to faint already in a dream? It would be nice if it ended so simply.

No one knows exactly what connects Blade and Dan Heng, but certainly not a friendship. Rather, a relationship filled with pain and hatred, and you have become a direct way to Blade’s sweet revenge. And he must admit, this way is very attractive, causing not the holiest thoughts in his head.

“Tormenting him with nightmares bored me. But, when I saw that this dragon had found his lover, I couldn't help but think...”- He reached out to you, ran his long fingers through your hair, suspiciously gently stroking you. The scarlet eyes did not leave yours, stuck tightly, forced you to drown.

“What will his face look like, when he finds out that I'm going to fuck his little y/n in a dream?”-With these words, Blade painfully squeezed your hair into a fist, pulling your head back. Even in a dream, he is able to give you pain, and perhaps will take pity on pleasure.

“Oh, he won’t be happy to know that you're taking my dick as if you were born for it.”

Blade not going to appear in Dan Heng's dream anymore. There is more interesting way to annoy his enemy...

Of five people, three must pay a price. And you're just unlucky enough to be the sweetener for his revenge.

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18+ Dan Heng X You “You’re just a lost fragment of his memory.”

Day after day, century after century, and it seems as if nothing eternal exists — the twentieth skiff has already broken down, the peonies presented by the another admirer have withered in a week, as well as his feelings for you. And you’re not upset by the inconstancy of people who are able to pick up words about love in a week — you know that you aren’t able to reciprocate while there is only one image in your head, while your thoughts with His voice.

There is nothing eternal, but He doesn’t go anywhere — you fall asleep with the memory of him and wake up after dreams about him. And even if they say that longevity is a gift from God, you know better — for you it's like a divine punishment for sinful love with a traitor to the country.

It's the dead of night, but you can't sleep. The rain pummels mercilessly on the roof of the house, not letting you fall asleep, and you involuntarily remember how He always complained about such weather — too good dragon hearing affects.

You fell asleep to the music of the rain and under his voice, which refuses to leave your heart, no matter how you drive it away. And again, this dream of a morning together, on that very rare day off when the High Elder and you were out of sight of the whispering servants :

Dan Feng slowly opens his long eyelashes and blinks sleepily, waking up due to the unusual absence of your warmth in his arms. He watched with displeasure as you wanting to get out of bed and interrupt his morning idyll.

“Lie down, it's too early.” - you were stopped by an insistent grip on the waist, preventing any attempts to get up. He grunts sleepily and frowns when a sunbeam touches the bridge of his nose. “I didn't let you leave. Or are you taking responsibility for disobeying an Elder?”

Dan Feng grabs you with his hands and knocks you back on the bed, where he thinks you belong right now, and presses your back to his chest. In addition to Vidyadhara’s morning erection pressing against your buttocks, you feel the soft touch of his lips on your vertebra. You could never be indifferent to his touches and to his mint smell — refreshingly menthol, with citrus notes.

You hear Dan Feng’s sleepy chuckle, he notices how you languidly sigh under his kisses and this makes him press harder against your backside so that you feel his insistent desire for you only stronger.

“Just don't say that we already did it yesterday. You somehow survived my rut last month...” - his words become slurred at the end of the sentence, when kisses on your shoulder are replaced by bites and Dan Feng shamelessly torments innocent skin. His hand rises higher and higher, deliberately touching your chest and reaching your neck — doesn’t choke, but slightly presses on the larynx. “So, be obedient and open your mouth.”

Without letting you comprehend his last words, Dan Feng, still clinging to you from behind, slides from your throat up to your chin and clicks on your lips with the pads of two fingers — a silent order to obey his words.

“Y/n.” - he growls when you make him wait, and bites you harder on the tender skin of your neck. Staying bite-free on his hands has always been an impossible task. “Don't test my patience, my love, if you don't want the whole Luofu to hear your screams.”

Imbibitor Lunae was feared, he had the power of the Aeon of Destruction, capable of turning the entire city into a miserable wreckage. But you had nothing to be afraid of, he’d never harm someone he loves with all his dragon's gut, but to be honest, your ass was often in danger, literally.

“Good.” - You slightly opened your lips, but that was enough for him to put two fingers in your mouth and playfully run the pads over the roughness of tongue. “Now suck it.”

His fingers slipped further, almost touching your palatine tongue. Dan Feng bit his lower lip, feeling your obedient and sucking movements along the length of his fingers — he loved how skillfully you worked with your mouth. While you were listening to his whisper of love in your ear, his free hand confidently climbed under your shirt and played with your already hard nipple. He ran circular movements over the pink bead, and then pinched it, enjoying your inarticulate moan through his fingers.

“You know right?” he whispered, and then began to run the tip of his nose along your neck, inhaling your scent. He rarely talked about it, but the lie never passed through his mouth. “I love you.”

With a heavy sigh, you wake up, but there is no one around — the feeling of loneliness and longing has become the only bed sharing with you. Sometimes you had erotic dreams with him, but such fragments of memories are extremely better than those when Dan Feng became a traitor — he rebelled, caused a catastrophe and chaos spread throughout the Luofu. By performing the transmutation rite, no one dared to kill him completely, but even this doesn’t ease the heaviness on your heart — you don’t know if he has been reborn, if he’s alive and remembers you.

And you wouldn't know if it wasn't for the flow of fate that brought you to him again. The High Elder returned, but under a different name, with a different gaze and memories

“I don't remember you.” - such a native voice, but at the same time completely alien. Dan Heng looks on with indifference as you cling to his sleeves and with trembling lips ask to remember you. “I'm not him, I'm not Dan Feng, that Person is no more.”

Imbibitor Lunae doesn't remember much. He hoped to escape from the past, changed his appearance and even his name — but the past caught up with him, pierced him with a blade and forcibly released the dragon essence. He remembers about the death and chaos that he caught up with Luofu Xianzhou, remembered the duty and intends to cleanse the sin that he committed in the last reincarnation, but doesn’t remember you — the one whose body he covered with kisses, in whose ear he whispered about love and with whom he spent nights until the moon was replaced by the sun.

“I've had a lot of reincarnations. I'm afraid I wouldn't have place in my memory for more important things if I remembered all my lovers from every life.” - now his words are a form of poison, but used to heal you. Dan Heng jerked his hand, freeing sleeve from your grip, his pointed ears twitched when he heard your quiet sob. “I’m ready to be responsible for the disaster that Dan Feng brought on, but not for his love affairs.”

He turned away irritably, looked at the huge Vidyadhara’s dragon palace, which was buried in the depths of the sea gorge and that had risen out again with the appearance of Dan Heng. All the old buried time has overtaken him again — and if you were part of it, he’d prefer not to remember you, because you intend to become his restless wave covering him with the past.

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XIAO x You AU

Yaksha once promised you :

“Say my name. Adeptus Xiao. I'll be here when you call.” - Simple and dry, Xiao is not one of those who talks a lot.

Since then, his name has not left your lips. You are getting bolder every day, savoring his name, calling him more and more often, and Xiao has already regretted the promise he made to you. Sometimes you invite him to the Lantern Rite festival, insisting and tempting him with almond tofu, then you can't get a jar of jam from the top shelf, and this, you see, is a matter of life and death.

Xiao destroyed countless souls with his own hands, he carries the cross of the curse, unable to escape the darkness. But you keep forcing him to become your...friend? It's so hard for him to understand you.

Soft voice was heard in his head, the owner of which he would never confuse. Your voice became his flute melody, his salvation, which he followed…Once again.

But, what are you thinking about, pronouncing his name so sweetly and at the same time being in a dream, y/n?

While your room is lit only by a dim lantern, the light of which falls beautifully on your figure, you squeeze the sheet with your fingers and say Xiao’s name over and over again, alternating it with moans.

What’s on your beautiful head that your chest rises up and down through the thin fabric of clothes, and your juicy lips are red from biting?

Whatever it was, you did your best, forcing stern Yaksha to freeze, wander his gaze over your body and listen to how the name on your lips sounds like the temptation of demons. Of course, Xiao looked at you more than necessary, more than once touched himself by thinking about you. He knows, now it will be difficult to restrain himself when you are so vulnerable and smell as depraved dreams. Xiao swears that held himself as much as he could, that he suppressed his desires to taste not only your dreams, but also you. And that’s enough.

“Even the darkness is easier to bear than your smell, than the temptation to touch you.” - Xiao nervously ran his fingers through his hair, trying to look away from such a beautiful you, sleeping and unsuspecting. But could not restrain himself and came closer.

He reached out to you, as if was running his fingers along velvet, from your neck to your shoulders. Your knees clenched together, and you involuntarily, but again, let out a moan mixed with his name. If you being in a dream, react this way, to such simple touches of his, then what happens next?

“To hell with it.”

Your reaction to him was the last straw. Xiao put his knee on your bed and, leaning on you, pressed against your lips, which were so successfully parted, as if inviting his tongue inside. Well, he wasn't going to refuse the invitation, exploring you and deepening an already wet and passionate kiss while his hands circled from your hips to your waist.

Noticing how you woke up, mumbled through a kiss and tried to push Yaksha away in bewilderment, he brought your hands behind your head, tightly squeezing your wrists into bed and hissing into your lips:

“Shut up. You called me, and now face the consequences, y/n.”

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