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#[SUGAR]—Genshin
lvnesart · 1 year
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one of your friends sells you a holographic limited edition TCG card, do you make out with him or do you marry him
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mayoonn · 30 days
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omgomg glad ure willing to write for them!! can i request a domtop!sugar daddy arlecchino x subbttm!sugarbaby m reader? i cant think of any plot rn soo the plot is up to yoou :D have a great daay dear ♡
Thank you for the request, dear! I hope you have a wonderful day ♡
I'm a sucker for arlecchino, especially if it's sugar daddy/baby dynamics. If you have another in mind, dear then please do tell me because I'm glad to do another (*´▽`)ノノ ♥︎
(Domtop! Arlecchino, Subbttm! Male reader, male reader can be trans or cis, sugar daddy/baby dynamics, sweet fluff, mention of your past/trauma, mention of abuse and SA)
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Arlecchino always smothered you with gifts and jewelry whether it's expensive or not. Not only that she is the best at giving pleasure, it's always so romantic with her that she never failed to make you fall for her harder. It was shocking someone like her could love someone like you or so you assumed. You're only there with arlecchino because she bought you at the auction. So pretty and sweet with that cute red lingerie, of course arlecchino bought you, you're a perfect match for her. When you're on the stage, she noticed how there are small bruises here and there and you're quivering in fear like a rabbit that's ready to flee at any moment. You couldn't because of the chain between your neck and your leg, oh poor you! Don't worry! Arlecchino is here now, dear.
Once you were sold to her, she went backstage. Of course, the men there didn't care about you! Always so rough on you and pushes you to her, she would've killed them right there if you weren't shivering and clinging to her body. She did not want to know what the men had done to your body, all she knows is that you're in her safe hands. Arlecchino just narrowed her eyes at the men as she covered your body with her coat and gently guided you out of that disgusting place.
You didn't know what to do, all you were taught was to accept any of your daddy's order and just be obedient. One, you were afraid that you would get caught escaping from her. Arlecchino didn't know that the disgusting place over there was such a scammer! Sure you could just live with her forever but you believe from a very young age that if you would stay with anyone longer than a month or so, you'll end up good as dead. You didn't want that, you also don't have anywhere to go so you go back to that place..
For a month, you don't trust arlecchino even if she's showering you with gentle love and gifts. You accepted it but you didn't return it. You believe everyone, men or not, they'll always use your body and dump you in dark, cold places. The more you get showered, the flustered you get. Arlecchino never forces you to bed with her, never forces you to wear lingerie or anything that is uncomfortable and it confuses you. What if it's her plan and she's just waiting for you to drop down your guard so she can break you!? It bothered you so much that you finally confronted her.
Your cheeks puffed out as you were ready to defend yourself whenever it goes ugly. Your brows furrowed and you're looking down at arlecchino with your arms crossed, yet arlecchino stared up at you with amusement. She chuckled and you started to blush, it was embarrassing when she's dressing you with the finest clothes and here you are, demanding an explanation from her when she kneels down for you. "Why? Such a doll you are, sweetie. Always behaving well, don't you think you deserve better from me?" There it is, you blushed harder than before. You swear you could faint from her stares and her smirks. Oh, why does she have to be so romantic with you?
You are beginning to drop your guard down around her once a while, sometimes you actually want to be with her all the time. You spend all your moments with her, whether she's doing her work, eating, sleeping, you're always there with her. You actually enjoy her company, her gentle touch, her kisses and even when she's spoiling you rotten. One of your favorite moments is her aftercare, you on her lap while she kisses your swollen lips over and over again. She appreciated your love, she wanted to show it to you.
"Still so sensitive? I'm so sorry, baby but I can't help when you're begging for daddy" she smirked as she rubbed your thigh and gave you a kiss. You pouted, your arms wrapped around her neck and hid your face in her breasts. Your body is filled with bite marks and lipstick marks while her body is filled with your scratch marks. Sometimes she teases you, comparing yourself to a small kitten and that flustered you so much! Oh how lucky you are to have her, you wonder if you could be with her forever.. Maybe you could propose to her one day and have a family together, you smiled to yourself at the thought of it ♡
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https-furina · 10 months
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guess who’s back, back again.
anyways i was looking through the prompts bc i wanted to see if anything would fit with another character but.
32 and scara? 🫣
(i will be back when i figure out the perfect prompt to go with who i was thinking of hehehe)
✎ grumpy meets clingy.
ft. scaramouche x gn!reader
prompt: "don't touch me while i'm trying to fall asleep."
w.c. 559 words
content: fluff, established relationship, clingy reader - usual grumpy scara hehe, harbinger!scara, light cursing, i’m gonna say hints to his story just in case
notes: the first time i'm writing for scara outside of my scara & ei angst omfg i hope i don't butcher the crap out of him
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moonlight floods through the open window, you’re indifferent about shutting the curtains when night falls. you like to gaze upon the moon in its fullest, admiring it in all of it’s peaceful serenity. to begin with, your boyfriend was reluctant to let you keep the curtains open. he complained, claiming that the brightness of the moon would keep him awake.
scaramouche would not explicitly say it out loud but he didn’t mind the loss of sleep when he sees you gazing out of the window, your eyes soft as you drift into another realm inside your head. he has objected that you love the moon more than him - you giggled in response, of course your boyfriend would be jealous of the moon.
you’re restless and not even the moon is comforting you. you shuffle amongst the silk sheets, rolling onto your back to see the form of your boyfriend. he’s staring up at the ceiling. you wish to reach out, touch him but he’s probably on such high alert in his current thought process. if you would ask, scaramouche would simply say he is scheming. it’s usually enough to put you off prying any further, you do not need the details of what the harbinger gets up to.
swallowing the lump in your throat, you slide over to scaramouche’s side in a futile attempt to curl up against him so that you may finally fall asleep. at the slightest touch against his arm, scaramouche is budging away from you. a scoff leaves his lips when he realises it was you.
“don’t touch me while i’m trying to fall asleep.” he mumbles, a little snarkily but you have dealt with him long enough to know that he doesn’t mean an ounce of what he says. you roll your eyes.
“you’re hardly trying for starts, the ceiling isn’t that interesting scara.” your eyes are beginning to burn, begging to be closed so you may drift off. scaramouche catches the way your eyelashes are fluttering, barely lowering as if fighting to keep your eyes open.
“i’m counting seelies or whatever the fuck that saying is.” scaramouche knows damn well what the saying is but the words leave his mouth in a mutter anyway as he tilts his head back on the pillows.
“just let me put my head on your chest and i won’t bother your counting any longer.” you sigh, just wishing he’d stop being stubborn for five minutes. scaramouche groans, uttering a ‘fine’ as he hesitantly watches you rest your head against his chest. the contact makes him tense, the muscles in his stomach tightening when you drape an arm across the region.
scaramouche is by no means warm, in fact he is naturally cold - perfect for summer nights like these. as you exhale in mild content, your eyelashes fluttering shut at the cherished contact with your boyfriend, scaramouche wonders what he did to deserve someone as patient and kind as you. you deal with him with little to no qualms - not even about this forsaken job he ended up with.
when he assumes that you have fell into a slumber long awaited, scaramouche lowers his arm around your shoulders and he tangles his lanky legs with yours. a sigh leaves his lips but as he closes his eyes, he misses the smile that crosses your face.
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lapisdeiii · 11 months
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"your desires,my darling?" Are you serious 😃😵‍💫🫠😳😇 AnyWAY. Your first Zhongli HC was... intense. Would you like making a second part for.. the general public 🤭 Im sure everyone would appreciate it
𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜 𝗣𝗧 𝗜𝗜
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SYNOPSIS : y'all asked and i am delivering again!! since you lovely gems liked my first sugar daddy zhongli headcanons, i'll just give you some more <3. these will have the same tags !! 
WARNINGS : dub-con , manipulation , isolation , forced dependency , financial abuse , gn reader used, daddy kink. forced marriage. nsfw themes
A/N : i do not condone irl yanderes . if you are ever in a situation like this, talk to someone immediately .  goods underneath lol
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zhongli loves you, desperately so. he wants to keep you by his side, perhaps even marry you. he finds that he cannot even dream of a life without you.
but, of course, a silly little thing like you wouldn't want to stay with him for long, and move on to the next thing. what's this? you seem to have taken an interest in a boy at your college? well, that simply won't do! daddy will just have to remind you of why he is the best option!
every night he spoils you, not with just the amazing times you have in bed, but to the perfumes or cologne he purchases. everything he buys you is meant for you and you alone
he'll take you at times to a fancy dinner, but they always end up a little steamy as zhongli takes good care of you under the table, playing with you and mumbling the nastiest things as his gloved hand grips your thigh to keep it from shaking as you cum for the nth time by his hand, and close to the final climax, he pulls away his hands and he whispers that when you both get home, he'll make you a crying and whining mess on the bed. a little treat for being so well behaved and good!
he keeps you in his penthouse. you understand, don't you darling? a man like himself always gets lonely without his little gem to hold and spoil every chance he gets.
you find that at your college, nasty rumors have spread around about yourself, that you are a no good gold digger. your room was trashed, and the door to your dorm was spray painted with nasty words! you run to daddy afterwards and he consoles you, his poor baby. you have no idea it was him that spread those nasty rumors about you, daddy just wanted to make sure no one got too close to you, especially those nasty frat boys and sorority girls!
he'll try to slowly coax you out of college, you seriously don't need that degree darling, daddy will just take care of you for the rest of your life. you worry about getting older and him not loving you anymore? oh sweet thing, he loves you more than life itself, no matter how old you get, daddy will always spoil you rotten.
he'll tell you in that deep velvety rich tone, how much he loves you as he finds purchase in your hips, deeply thrusting into you as you whine and beg for him to stop, your protests muddled with whines of pleasure and need
"daddy! oh daddy hng~! stop, i can't take it any more" you whine out softly, clenching bed sheets as zhongli thrusts hard and fast into you "oh my little gem, you'll let daddy have more right? yes darling you will, mm daddy is addicted to the way you feel" zhongli's hand slides under your chest and his thumb lightly traces your nipple. at this, you let out a sweet moan. "now, daddy wants you to cum a couple more times for me, oh yes.. such a good little gem"
zhongli is a traditional man, and of course like said before, he wants to marry you. he'll pick the perfect month, the perfect day. you won't mind that daddy is an auspicious man right? he wants to marry you at the perfect time, with or without you always agreeing!
he says your relationship is special, not like the other sugar babies before! to him, they are just play things.. but you.. you are his special little gem, the only one of his sugar babies to ever catch his attention and snare him down.
his dream is to have a child with you, move you to his mansion in liyue and keep you as his cute housespouse. you'll be happy with him, he's sure of it!
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these headcanons are more popular than i thought lolol!! i hope you enjoyed my gems!!
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golden-afternoon · 23 days
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Hi this sucks but idc rn. My entire brain is owned by beloved Kaedehara Kazuha at the moment and I wrote this in a fugue state of oh my god he's coming soon everyone stay calm the banner is coming!! Anyway, enjoy my nonsense and may all you Kazuha wanters be Kazuha havers!!
Warnings - completely unedited brainrot to paper, blood, bloody kisses, what the fuck why are they making out he could die
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Knock knock knock.
The soft sound jolts you from your current reading. What? Last you checked you hadn't been expecting any visitors and especially not so late in the evening. Either way, you carefully place the bookmark in the place you had been and set aside the book on the table in favor of heading towards the door.
“One moment!” You call out to whoever was on the other side, undoing the lock before opening the door. “Hello…?”
In the fading purple light of dusk, you freeze in place at the sight of the man at your door. He looks beyond worse for wear with his cherry red eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and his snow white hair loose around his shoulders, looking messy and with more streaks of red than you are used to. His clothes are disheveled and worst of all, the blood on his face running in rivulets down from his nose, mouth and past his hairline. How much of it was his own and how much was from whatever unfortunate soul dared to cross him was unclear, but no matter what it sent alarm bells ringing in your head.
“Kazuha?! What-” You began to speak in worry, hands outstretched to gently reach for him to bring the wounded man inside, but he cuts your words short without a single word of his own.
One step forward and his arms were around you faster than you could process; one hand around your waist to draw you near to him and the other tangled in your hair, cradling the back of your head to keep you in place. Before you knew it, you were tasting iron, the unfamiliar flavor sending a shiver down your spine. Soft lips press to yours in a gentle, yet fervent manner, his whole body seeming to sink against you as he does, leaving you reeling and trying to stabilize you both as his fingers curl tighter into you, clinging to you like you would disappear. You had half a mind to protest, both from his clearly injured state taking priority and from the unfamiliar taste of blood seeping into your mouth, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. With a sigh, you gave in, kissing back in equal measure, your arms wrapping more gently around him than his hold on you was as you were unsure where and how severely hurt he was. The last thing you'd want would be to make it worse.
As he felt your arms wrap around him, his lips curled up into a smile against your own mouth, the simple action seeming to spur him on. He took another step forward, the action forcing you to stumble back a little. He kept going, silently goading you further into your home without ever once letting up on the intensity of the kiss, even managing to close the door behind you before bringing his hand right back to your waist in an instant.
Your head is spinning, heart racing, struggling to process it all when he deepens the kiss further, sliding his tongue along yours with practiced ease that makes your heart ache with want. Iron spreads across your tongue and for a moment it scares you, but the soft groan he makes as your taste floods his senses is enough to silence any such feelings. And if you were honest with yourself, something about his blood in your mouth was unlocking something deep within you to be dealt with later.
Ever so slowly, and far too soon, Kazuha began to pull away, his tired eyes opening to gaze at you with a small smile, his lips now smeared red as though it were merely red lipstick smudging from the heated kiss. Even in his messy state he looked absolutely ethereal, leaving you unable to tear your eyes away.
His one hand slides from your hair to gently cradle your face in his palm, his gaze slowly lowering to your own lips. In silence, he brushes his thumb along your bottom lip, gently pulling at the soft flesh with interest. You can feel your cheeks burn more as you realize after all that, you were likely covered in it too. As he always does, he notices your unspoken realization and he laughs softly, the sound coming out even more quietly than usual as he lifts his gaze to meet yours once more.
“Come now, don't be shy,” He murmurs, and you can hear the slight rasp in his voice. The wandering samurai pauses to lean close to press a quick, tender little kiss to your stained lips once more, pulling away with the softest of smiles. “I hope you don't mind my sudden appearance like this. It's just that… after storms and trials, I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather come home to.”
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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year
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I can't stop imagining sugar daddies Ayato and Childe and sugar mommy Yelan, goodness me. They all have their similarities but are also different. It comes in layers y'know?
Ayato fits into the archetype almost perfectly - born and raised rich, he finds you on the street and takes you in as his plaything. You do various favors and entertain him while he clothes you, feeds you and spoils you. Anything you even see let alone mention is yours, there is no competition. Word spreads fast through the entirety of Inazuma of the Yashiro Commissioner's little plaything and many are eager to see you for themselves. Ayato loves to show you off but he's sadly not as patient and sly as he likes to think when it comes to you. There is no one in Inazuma who could ever be better than him, he knows this. And yet he still can't stand the thought of another undressing you with their eyes, let alone hands.
Archons help him if anyone even tried because he would have them chopped off right there on the spot.
Kamisato Ayato is awfully possessive of his toy. He expects nothing but loyalty from you. If he tells you that the sky is green and the rain is actually the gods crying you better believe him. It's the least you could do.
Yelan and Childe would have very similar attitudes towards their baby. Both individuals are so incredibly busy so they're rarely home but they make sure to send you all the money you could ever dream of.
Once they're back from their respective trips all they want is to bask in your attention.
Yelan wants to eat and drink with you as she listens to you babble about your day to day life. She of course made very clear boundaries in the start that this relationship is purely transactional but that line blurs the more time she spends with you. With her insane connections you could never leave, don't even bother.
But Childe? Geez, he's less a sugar daddy and more a doting boyfriend. Really, there is no line to blur as there was none to begin with. Chances are you're just using him as a walking wallet but he really doesn't mind, the only condition he has for you is to stay. No matter how gruesome and bloody things get, you cannot leave.
That is his one and only rule.
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jhuzen · 1 year
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*pops open another beer 🍺*
helloooooo can u pls give me some sugar baby dottore hcs??? i am currently bent on him i need u to quench this thirst
the love in hatred [m.reader]
hope i’m not too late in quenching your thirst beer anon hsjsjdsj. i was busy with some uni things and only got to it now. hope you don’t mind me adding in a little spice in the dynamic ;D and i’m sure you like it nsfw so there are some little sprinkles of it lmao.
𖦹 modern au (but it’s not heavily implied), suggestive themes (of course), a little bit of dark themes, possessive dottore but he hates you at first lol, nsfw terms, reader is rich rich.
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Imagine…
Sugar Baby Dottore who absolutely despises you and every fiber of your very being. You were the antithesis of his existence, absolute respite encompassed you while he was the unyielding scholar. He pursued knowledge until the very edge of Teyvat, while you sat back and relaxed, stopping because you ‘know your limits’. You’re a coward in his eyes, that’s what. But you’re a coward that can make a lot of money. And a coward that he can coerce into giving him financial aid in his experiments because he doesn’t want to lower his pride to ask Pantalone instead.
Sugar Baby Dottore who was welcomed by the not-so-cowardly you when he came to strike up a deal with you. No longer were you that chipper easygoing lad that he despised, but an incredibly emotionally constipated man that can barely work your facial muscles into a fake smile. It almost felt like getting bit back in the ass by the way you threw him off the loop. He no longer knew you the same way you no longer knew him. It’s a clean slate. But he still hates you.
Sugar Baby Dottore who was genuinely surprised that you didn’t need a lot of convincing. That you were willing to give him everything as long as he abides by certain rules and requests of yours. He hates it (and again, you), but he’d rather cut his throat than ask Pantalone for even a tiny pouch of mora. And while he’s relentless in his pursuit of knowledge, the man knows even the mora in his pockets have limits.
Sugar Baby Dottore who was relatively glad that you never once placed him under a tight budget. You were generous with him and maybe he sort of liked that all he had to do was spread his legs and tempt you into a good time. No attachment. As soon as the fun (for you at least) ends, Dottore wakes up with an allowance that any Northland Bank branch could only gawk at. It was ridiculously heavy.
Sugar Baby Dottore who only ever resorted to seducing you when he needs something at this very instant and his little impatient mind couldn’t bare you entertaining your big shot clients first. You promised you’d give him everything if he fucked you dry, right? Often times, when his impatience strikes, he’s already grabbing at the lapels of your pristine suit, tugging you away from your now confused clients while you and him screw in the empty room right next to your study. After milking you dry, he already has his greedy little palm out, expecting you to just drop your entire leather wallet on him (he’s hoarded so much of your wallets already).
Sugar Baby Dottore who at first finds your date nights annoying but necessary (to butter you up into buying him new laboratory apparatuses) — you’re so difficult to talk to! Unlike your days in youth when you would engage him with a small smile, you and your annoying stone face only prompted him to want to watch bacteria cultures grow in a petri dish. But the moment you start opening about your work the more he feels relatively intrigued.
Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly starting to cherish the little knickknacks you give him. He never really batted an eye to the souvenirs you’d bring home to him from your international trips. In fact, he used to cherish the times you were away. He still receives cash and he doesn’t have to fuck you. Anyway, he used to just ignore them and opted to only take interest in the money you give him for his lab equipment, but it’s recently that he’s staring more and more at the taxidermies of certain native species you gave him. And maybe some of those magnet things from each nation… if one looked behind his wheeled whiteboard, they could see some of the ones you brought home.
Sugar Baby Dottore who starts to get more conscious of how he looks around you and starts taking effort in looking good for you. Don’t get him wrong, he knows he looks good, it’s partly why you agreed immediately in financially supporting him. For his looks and his body. But there was something refreshing in making a conscious effort of looking even more alluring — absolutely loving the way your usually stern eyes just digging into his form.
Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly becoming addicted to your scent. Your imported colognes that he used to gag at, he’s now spraying into his suit before he heads to the laboratory, absolutely loving the way when your eyes twinkle in recognition at his new scent whenever he passes by you to get his daily allowance of a hundred thousand mora (how are you not broke yet, no one knows).
Sugar Baby Dottore who’s slowly feeling the grips of insanity when he realizes that his hatred for you is dissipating into nothingness. When he’s slowly looking forward to your cock shoved up inside him more and more. He hates that within the few months that you and him made that deal, he’s becoming more and more enamored to the mornings where he can still see you beside him, your big sturdy back facing him with all the scratch marks and love bites he made on you the night prior.
Sugar Baby Dottore who becomes far more possessive. Suddenly, the tables have turned. He thought he’d always have the upper hand, he could charm you with his body and there’s mora in his pocket in an instant. But somehow it’s him that gets hungrier and hungrier for you — he went on an all time high the one time you dropped by his laboratory to talk to him about something he doesn’t remember anymore. He likes the attention you’re giving him and archons, he wants you to have him as your sole object of affection. This man will go feral if you made external arrangements in your business trips.
Sugar Baby Dottore who’s becoming clingy to you. He can’t leave you alone for a second. His addiction of you festering within him. Suddenly, it’s not just about the mora that you’re giving him anymore. It’s suddenly turning into a matter of your loyalty to him, that one day you’ll make him your pretty wife, financially secured with his own laboratory in your mansion, leaving you no room for bargains while he stuffs himself with a mouthful of your delicious cock.
Oh no! Seems like your pretty little doctor has moved on the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~
May you kiss your bachelor days goodbye now, because he’s never letting go of you.
Oh no! Seems like your pretty little doctor has moved on the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~
Oh no! It seems like your pretty little doctor has moved onto the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~
Oh no! Seems like your pretty little doctor has moved on the next step, already planning your future with him and only him! Best of luck to you~
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https-furina · 10 months
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alhaitham 45 pls idk if ur event is still open for sugar and spice but 👀👀
✎ the books hold secrets untold.
ft. alhaitham x gn!reader
prompt: "if i kiss you right now, i won't be able to stop."
w.c. 607 words
content: fluff, secret relationship waahahahah, risky kisses in the house of daena, reader is a bit bold, acting grand sage! alhaitham
notes: my first completed alhaitham req for the event aaaa !! everybody clap for haitham for getting content from me /j i was minorly feral for this
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the house of daena is pristine, it has been since before your creation - since before the creation of your own boyfriend, in all of his current glory as the acting grand sage of the akademiya. this title comes much to his distaste, it leaves a bitter sting on his tongue when he's made to utter it and he would grimace whenever someone referred to him as such. that's why it had became your favourite thing to shove in his direction half pointedly when you were tired of the level of sass that could come from the man's mouth sometimes.
and at this current time, he's drafting his resignation for the aforementioned position. he's much comfier in his role as the scribe, you can see that in the way he carries himself through the akademiya. you also see the way he's physically pained to sit in the incredulously large chair in the sage's office - after all, why the hell did it need to be that big? alhaitham makes a distressed noise as he runs a hand through silver strands of hair, his brows knitting together as he falls at his wit's ends trying to word his resignation to his liking. that is ultimately why you - as his loving partner - whisk away to hide in the bookshelves for a few minutes.
alhaitham has his reasons for keeping the relationship secret - one of them being that emotional, loud blond roommate of his - and so do you, so neither of you have qualms about the situation. even more so, it's a bit of fun adrenaline to spice up your otherwise bland life as a scholar. you're not entirely sure if alhaitham would agree with that. regardless of his opinion, he has your body trapped between himself and the bookshelves as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. alhaitham is by no means one for public displays of affection but he's starved, his fingertips twitching as they brush against the leather bound tomes behind you.
your hands run through his hair, sifting through the silver locks as you rub the pads of your fingers on his scalp in short, soothing motions. alhaitham doesn't make a sound - nothing out of the blue - but his breath hitches against your skin and a smile is drawn on your face at the small gesture. you press your lips to the soft of his hair, letting out a low hum.
"haitham," you mumble quietly, a whine eliciting from you when he pulls his head away, leaving your hands to fall to his shoulders, "kiss me."
you're a little short of demanding, your lower lip poking out as you give the emotionless male puppy eyes in an attempt to convince him. it's risky, the house of daena is a public library and the central hub for the akademiya's internal activities but you frankly don't care. you want alhaitham; his touch, his familiar scent, the taste on his lips. it seems to be a lingering thought for him as well as his eyes trace down to your lips.
"if i kiss you right now, i won't be able to stop." he's quite honest with his response - he's aware of his self restraint when it comes to anything regarding you.
you lean up with a wicked smile that alhaitham can only begin to wonder what it stemmed from, locking lips with the the scribe in a heated attempt at getting any form of closure. between soft pants for breath against each other's lips, alhaitham manages to hear your barely legible "then don't."
there are secrets that only the books know, stories that pages whisper in hushed tones.
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lapisdeiii · 1 year
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𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜
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SYNOPSIS : my silly lil thoughts on sugar daddy zhongli <3 
WARNINGS : dub-con , manipulation , isolation , forced dependency , financial abuse , gn reader used, daddy kink
A/N : i do not condone irl yanderes . if you are ever in a situation like this, talk to someone immediately .  goods underneath lol
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you first met zhongli on a sugar daddy website. you only joined as a means to get by in college. of course, you had a job, but it wasn’t enough to make ends meet. zhongli had messaged you first, he was polite in his messaging , never forceful. 
zh0ngli : if you’d allow me, i’d love to provide for you. shall we discuss our terms over dinner at per se ? my treat, of course. 
[@url] : that sounds great, i’ll meet you there at 7:00?
zh0ngli : i look forward to meeting you, little gem 
per se is fancy, in bold. you had looked up the place before hand. you felt so very under dressed as you are surrounded by the top crop of the big shots in NYC. you look around to find your date and oh my , zhongli is much more handsome in real life. 
you fidget with your clothing and zhongli has already become very fond of you. such a cute darling, all nervous like this. that was probably the only piece of high fashion you own, and he can certainly change that. 
you two discussed terms over a full course meal and some fine aged wine. zhongli simply wanted a partner in his life, someone he can spend time with. to repay for your time, he will get you anything you need. he offered to even pay off your college tuition. 
zhongli drives you home, his limo is a very comfortable space. he sits across from you, one leg crossed over the other. you are just the sweetest thing, wide and naive eyes looking out the window. oh he wished to ravish you. to please you and make you cry out his name until your throat hurts. another day. 
you both grew comfortable in the rhythm of your lives. zhongli would take you out for shopping and in return you spend your time at parties and at his home. 
you begin to notice something. zhongli has become a bit more touchy, running his gloved hands up and down your thighs, barely grazing your sensitive areas. he wraps his hand around your waist, holds your hand and you can’t even get started on his need for skin ship. 
he’s become more protective, asking you to move into his penthouse. he says it is for your safety. and it abides by the contract. 
next, you find yourself without a job. oddly, zhongli says that it’s good. “you are not in need of a job when daddy can take care of you, hm ? oh, i love this outfit on you, give me a twirl baby” . and he avoids the subject when brought up. 
even if you wanted to. you can’t leave zhongli. as said in the contract, if you left him, he takes everything back, and the scholarship, plus the money he paid, would all be taken out. you couldn’t risk that. 
zhongli loves you very much. more than what a sugar daddy should feel for his sugar baby. he adores the fact that you depend on him for everything. housing, clothing, tuition, all provided by him. you needn’t a lift a finger when under his care. 
he sits you on his lap, asking about your day. did you like the outfit daddy bought? how about those diamond cuff links he saw you eyeing the day prior? did you squirm in pleasure for the new toys he bought you last night? 
zhongli loves spoiling you in cash, but you can’t deny he does the same in bed. when you get scared, begging him that it won’t fit, he gently coerces you to ease on his cock. stroking your hips, whispering sweet praises as you cry when he starts thrusting without warning. or when he promises just the tip and he ends up thrusting his cock the whole way in. oh sweet thing, you know daddy can’t help it, not when your hole clenches so sweetly around his massive dick. 
so be a good little gem and sit still as zhongli puts a vibrator into your hole and be sure to focus your studies while he is away. though you doubt you will be able to with the vibrator buzzing pleasurably under your clothes as you walk to class
be good, and don’t argue, if you do, this can all go away. but, zhongli would never do that to you. he loves you, don’t you see that? forever his darling, right?
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thank you for reading, and stay safe ! my requests and comms are open if you’d like to see more of my writing
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golden-afternoon · 1 month
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Okay. This one isn't even smut but somehow I'm more nervous to post this than the other ones I have. This is a surprise gift for someone hehe, they'll know it's for them when they see it. (p.s. I'm so sorry Diluc lovers, I am not confident in writing him. Hope it's decent ish skdjdksjd)
Warnings - gn!reader, no editing just straight to paper but no real warnings here! It's nothing but fluffy stuff!
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How long had it been since he had woken to the sound of birdsong instead of laying his head down to rest to it?
Opening his eyes slowly, he almost immediately had to close them again to brace against the soft morning light streaming through the open curtains of his window. He raised his arm on instinct, pressing his forearm against his eyes to shield him from the brightness with a quiet sigh. Though, his muscles tensed almost immediately as a noise came from beside him, nearly echoing the noise he had just made.
He whipped his head to his left, his eyes suddenly wide and alert as the adrenaline served to wake him faster than any cup of coffee could ever dream to. But the moment his eyes settled on your sleeping form beside him, he could feel every ounce of tension in him leave as quickly as it came.
Diluc remained still, watching as you took every breath. In. Out. In. Out. Like the tides the draw in and recede from the shore. It was a calming sight, a reassuring one. The dawn’s warm light had reached your face, drawing muted shapes in the shadows of your features, highlighting your natural softness in a way he can’t say he’s certain he’s seen before. With slow, careful movements, he shifted to lie on his side, his hand now free to reach out to you. Gently, he brushed his calloused fingers across your forehead to push the loose bits of hair there from your face, allowing him a better look at your sleeping visage. An unnamed ache stirred deep in his chest as he found the words to describe what you looked like in that moment— at peace.
He wasn’t used to this yet. Having you so close, coming to know the appeal of a slow morning… It was all still new. He wasn’t sure if he ever would get used to it; part of him wasn’t sure if he should get used to it. After all, there was so much darkness still in this world, so many other things he needed to be on top of and worry over. And yet… Here in his bed that he has now come to share with you, he can’t help but want to be a little selfish.
Moving closer, he wrapped his arm around you, gently shifting your head so your cheek was resting on his other arm, curled close to his chest. He paused as you stirred, but was pleased to see that you seemed a bit too drowsy to mind. Without a word, he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head, letting his fingers idly brush through your hair. He supposed it would be alright to indulge himself, just this once.
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