Yandere Abnormalities — Punishing Bird Snippet

— and i'll call you..!

summary : when the genshin men call you "his".

cw : nothing to note

genre : romantic fluff!

characters : albedo, diluc, xiao, ayato

albedo ; the science of observation.

getting matching stationeries with albedo was a terrible idea. it's hard to discern which pens are yours when they're identical to his. your only hope of finding out would be by asking your boyfriend. "hey, albedo? is this pen mine or yours?" is a question heard often during study sessions. one quick glance, and he'd answer with a curt "mine." but on days where studying gets a little too boring, you decide to play with him. "albedo, is this mine or yours?" he does his signature quick glance, only to double take when he sees your finger resembling a mischievous arrow to yourself. he pulls you closer to study your features- eyes glazing over your skin with a smirk. "hm... i believe this is all mine."

diluc ragnvindr ; rare occurrences.

many a time does diluc call you his- though he mostly doesn't do it verbally. rather, the title of being 'diluc's partner' comes with the many gifts and accessories he gets you. you don yourself with expensives only the uncrowned king of mondstadt could afford, and he cannot be prouder of himself; hoping to get more and more until you've drowned yourself in his name. despite this, the times he's actually uttered the word "mine" can be counted on one hand. you add one more to the list when he comes up behind you, facing a mirror. a small smile graces his face. "you're stunning," he whispers, before taking a hesitant breath. "you.. look like you're mine."

xiao ; noisy lips.

xiao isn't a vocal lover. he's more of an action guy, someone who presents his love on a plate of romantic gestures. hold him in your arms, however, and his tight lips turn loose. his breaths explore the vast expanse of your neck as he snuggles up within your embrace. "mine," he mumbles, smearing a warm sensation onto your skin. that warm sensation is followed by a kiss- short, wet, and full of affection. "mine," he whispers again. again. again- leaving a trail of kisses that lead up to your jaw. and when his pupils meet yours through the top half of his eyelids, you're met with an urgent question. "mine?" and it's almost a plead. you laugh- "yes, xiao, i'm yours."

kamisato ayato ; claiming his rights.

being ayato's partner means that you're often free when he's not. there are, of course, many ways in which you would spend your time. thoma would be one of them. on days when you're feeling active, consuming your energy is best done with inazuma's fixer. him running errands all over town is your second best source of entertainment- the first being "accidentally" bumping into ayato at the boba store. your lover's feigned surprise always ends with a playful wink; right before he leaves for more work. at the end of the day, as you chat with thoma through the exhaustion, ayato'll come to pick you up. "pardon the intrusion- i'd like to take back what's mine."

KAZUHA’S KINKTOBER — OVERSTIM!

TAGS/CONTENT WARNINGS ♡ squirting, dumbification, petnames (baby), dubcon, slight praise ; fem! reader ; minors do not interact.

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kazuha have always think you were too dumb for your own good.

too pliant, too dumb— even right now, when he have you pinned on the ground, your legs loosely wrapping around his hips. fervent breathing fanning against his ears, tickling the side of his face with warm air. you’re still murmuring that same nonsense to him.

“kazuha, can’t no more, s'hurt so b-bad..”

you can’t never have some sense inside of that empty mind of yours, can you? smaller fist than his being put up to his chest, a futile attempt to pushed him away. you can’t feel your bones, weak and limp the moment kazuha pinned it back to the top of your head. maybe you shouldn’t drink so much earlier, but knowing you, you could never turn down kazuha offers.

you never could, even if the pressure makes your head dizzy, your chest tighten, feeling inclined to agree. you never could, and kazuha expect nothing from you. after all, you could never function without having guidance from him. you don’t know any better for yourself, he says— pushing your knees up to your chest and letting his spit fall to your bare cunt, quickly swoop up by the tip of his cock into your entrance. the small huffed puffing your cheeks when he entered inch by inch, groping your tits into his rough palm with shaky breathe.

“make it quick, please? c-can’t cum no more after this,”

that’s what you said earlier too, when he have you bend over while he fucked you from behind, when he have you squirting all over the bed, gripping the sheet to ease the incoming pain from his cock rubbing inside of your sensitive walls. and yet, you’re still drooling on his cock, sobbing from how big he is and how he felt good inside, stuffing you to the brim with cum.

“can my princess take one more? of course, she can. look at this, sucking me in with no shame. you were kidding when you say you have enough, right?”

kazuha know you better than yourself. always have and always will.

The Gentle Samurai

Kaedehara Kazuha X AFAB! Reader

Summary: Kazuha was a gentle man.. and he loved to show it. Gentle doesn’t always mean plain.

WARNINGS!: soft dom! Kazuha, fingering, squirting

Category: Smut 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 900+

A/N: I love Kazuha pls Kazuha come home so I can stare at you

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Sitting on Your Baby's Face

Aether x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

You, his Mommy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Requested by: @zelumither

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

— 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝐢𝐢

✦ breeding their beloved god (yandere sagau!) feat. itto, diluc, scaramouche, ayato

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, everything is consensual, religious/cult themes breeding kink, creampies, yandere tendencies,  monsterfucking adjacent (itto), size kink (itto), cumflation (itto), dick piercing (itto), semi-public (diluc and ayato), power play (scaramouche), cockwarming (scaramouche), sadist (scaramouche), kinda hate sex (scaramouche), bath sex (ayato), dumbification (ayato), overstimulation (ayato), implied degradation (ayato and scaramouche), unedited

Itto is probably the acolyte that most recently discovered you. Growing up, he wasn’t all that interested in the Creator, after all—what Creator would have people throw beans at him of all things? It wasn’t until recently, seeing your face in person when the Shogun introduced you to her land, that he realized he had been wrong this whole time and he will do nothing to stop atoning for his prior disbelief.

Whenever he would see you out, he managed to find you thanks to the rest of the Arataki clan, regardless of which high official you were with. This has granted many enemies he knows of, like Sara, to enemies he doesn’t realize like Ayato. Still, telling jokes and eating his favorite snacks with you is what he absolutely lives for. He is your obedient oni willing to go to jail time and time again if that means he can see your smile.

He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, cock pulsating and throbbing as he gulps to try to soothe his dry throat when your legs are splayed out to him—in the shabby, crackling shack he calls his home. He continuously swirls his tongue in his mouth, etching every sweet taste of your cunt in your memories before finally trying to push the tip of his cock inside of you.

Itto feared you would despise the inhuman curves and ridges of his cock, but you simply grabbed onto the sheets of the futon as he struggled to push his fat cock inside of you. He tries kissing every tear that drips from your eyes, feeling his stretch you out further and further as he pushes his way inside of you—the bulb of his length firmly nudging against your cervix wishing nothing more to push even further inside—body shivering from the cold metal from his Prince Albert piercing.

And even though he can’t fit, you’re shocked to feel your legs hooked on his arms as he proceeded to jam his cock inside of you over and over sharp teeth gazing over your neck. Even the oni teared up feeling your insides cave in, squeezing tight against his ridged cock. He can finally repent for being a disbeliever as you cry out his name repeatedly feeling him graze over the most sensitive parts inside of you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling his heavy balls empty themselves inside of you, a thick river of cum already beginning to stream down onto the damaged wood. Setting you down, he could only laugh patting the bulge in your belly—pressing it down to watch more of his cum drooling out of you.

Maybe if you accept his repentance, onis could truly be loved as you do him.

Diluc was motionless when he realized you were his beloved God. He remembered going to church with his father when he was young, hearing the gospel and the glories you brought to them. Those stories were the only thing giving him hope, like a lone flame in his life of darkness once he lost his loved ones. And here you are, confused, and oh so innocent from the atrocities of this world.

He was the one you would stay with at Dawn Winery as he made it a mission to make you feel like absolute royalty—the uncrowned King of Mondstadt wouldn’t have it any other way. Some of his favorite things to do were listen to your day as the two of you ate dinner. Hearing your stories of exploring the manor and asking about his past, always made the usually brudish man smile…that is until he began hearing that others, like that bard and his cursed brother, visit you.

He hated how quiet he would get after that, sipping his grape juice and pondering how he could deter anyone from ruining the sanctuary he’s made here with you, the heaven that he rightfully deserves after years of suffering. 

Dinners became much more interesting when his fingers plunged inside of you, as your body lay out on the luxurious grand table. His digits exited out of you, coated with your slick before he unbuckled his pants and pressed his tip along your folds—slowly entering inside of you. His eyes could only widen in delight as you pulled him closer to you, your legs wrapped around his hips to bring him closer and cock plunging itself inside of you. 

He didn’t care if his staff saw. He didn’t care if his regional God even walked in. All he cared about was connecting your soft lips against his, rutting into you like a madman and savoring the heaven you had given him. 

He could hear your muffled moans against your lips as his hands woved themselves with yours, placing them high above you on the table. He continuously ground himself against your aching clit, feeling your gummy walls flutter themselves against him. Even as his hips bucked, hot cum spurting out inside of you, he finally parted your lips—a string of saliva connecting you two—before brushing his lips against your nape. 

Please let him have more time in Eden, with his beloved. That’s all he asks for.

Why should he worship you, the Creator when all of his life has been suffering? Seeing you in person rattled the puppet, his body trembling in anger. Why are you looking at him in adoration? Weren’t you the reason why he could never have a heart, why one of your devolved followers, Raiden Ei abandoned him like a toy? As much as he hated to admit it, he so desperately wanted that look of want that you gave him.

Still, Scaramouche tried to avoid you left and right, but he always managed to come back eventually. He tried pushing you away with yours instead but seeing tears threaten your eyes was enough for him to succumb and apologize, holding you tight in his arms. He hated you…but he loved and craved you. How did this make sense? Maybe he was truly a faulty creation.

From this point on, Scaramouche began to travel with you claiming he was simply “protecting the creator” in an attempt to understand his feelings for you further. He couldn’t help but be irked seeing everyone worship and praise you or even seduce you. Wasn’t his feelings for you enough? Couldn’t you just be satisfied with that?

The frown on his face always curved into a smirk as you clung tightly to him, cock buried inside of you as the Ballader mockingly patted your back. Something was so thrilling to have the object of everyone’s admiration struggle not to cum by his orders. He could only shush you with a cruel smirk, feeling your inside clutch and try sucking him in further.

He pinched your cheek, causing a whine to erupt from you before snapping his hips up causing you to yelp. It was so utterly adorable to him, watching your lip quiver as he ground you against him trying to encourage him to finally plow inside of you. He chuckled, hand weaving around to pitch your throbbing clit instead, pulling on it as you cried out for him again before rubbing tender circles on it as your slick stained his fingers.

Suffer a little more, before he’s ready for you. It’s what you deserve for what you put himself through. Come on, tell him that he’s your favorite little doll already.

It was mere child’s play to convince the Shogun to let you stay at the Kamisato residence, after all, he and his little sister had proven time and time again how loyal they were to you. There was something about walking you through the halls of his estate, your timid smile trying to convince him there was a mistake about you being God was enough to almost let his inner mind slip just how cute and small you were to him.

Ayato knows better, studying who the Creator was and how to best serve them, but he couldn’t help but want to test theorize for himself—test if you were truly worthy of his worship. Seeing you pass every trial with a determined smile, made his heart truly flutter in adoration. He, out of everyone, knew it would be a matter of time before you got a concubine from the endless list of your devoted followers. So he was determined to be the one to seduce you first. 

It was rather easy getting you flustered. Simple touches here and there. Leaning in close to see if you’d finally close the gap between you two. Things were much slower than he would’ve liked, but he wasn’t sure what else he could do. Even as he sits in the hot spring baths, all he could do is sigh continuously strategizing before he heard the doors open.

Everyone knows this is the time the lord takes his bath, it’s in his schedule. When lavender eyes made your gaze, his lips could only curl up into a smirk. He would finally reap the benefits of this long political game he had set out to win.

Having yourself pinned against him, the warm, very shallow swatters of the bath—clit burning in overstimulation for his fingers continuously toying with it no matter how many times your body came in pleasure. His cock thrust inside of you rapidly, your legs propped up on his wide shoulders letting him rut even deeper inside of you.

He couldn’t help whispering how it was unbecoming of a god to cave into their lust as you did, but he would continue worshipping you despite your falls feeling your walls tighten, and back arch as you came yet again from him. Finally letting a groan out and cum inside of you, cock pulsating inside of you as it finally became to soften. 

A dark chuckle escaped him, pressing his thumb against your glossy lips, wiping the drool threatening to drip down. 

Aww how cute. It seems his precious God forgot their name.

Istg the way you wrote that xiao and kazuha fic? Got me a s c e n d i n g, especially the part where xiao would fuck you when kazuha wasn't around😫 I wonder how he'd react after seeing xiao fucking their partner how he pleased behind his back? 👀

I enjoyed writing this too much lolol 🥴

➸ (Xiao x fem reader x Kazuha)

Warnings: smutttt, creampie, Xiao is kinda sub, kazuha giving orders

Xiao's trying to hurry. He knows kazuha is gonna be home soon and if he finds out he went behind his back and fucked you, he probably won't be allowed to touch you for a week.

And he can't handle that.

You're sobbing and hitting his chest, not sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer on the couch. It's feels so good but it hurts too as his thick cock slams in and out of you.

You know you and Xiao aren't supposed to be doing this but it's not like you like it when Xiao gets in trouble...

He drags his teeth along your neck before nipping earning a yelp from you.

"ow! t-that hurt!" You cry while scratching down his back so Xiao sucks to leave a dark purple bruise as an "apology."

"sorry.. sorry..." He mumbles but he's so fucking close and he wants to cum inside your warmth because he loves you, he just shows it differently from kazuha-

"Xiao!"

He yelps when he's harshly tugged back by the collar of his shirt and thrown onto the floor. His eyes are wide and dilated, his chest heaving with his twitching messy slick covered cock left unsatisfied and painfully hard.

He lets out what's akin to an angry growl before crawling over with desperate eyes. "I-I was gonna cum!"

"you couldn't even wait until I got home?" Kazuha asks lowly with cold eyes while he holds you close to him.

Xiao whimpers. No, he couldn't. He just couldn't.

"k-kazuha, it's okay." You whisper while looking up at him.

Kazuha gazes down at you before glancing at Xiao and sighing. "Fine. Come here, Xiao."

Xiao's eyes light up before he eagerly comes over but kazuha stops him.

"y/n's going to do it."

Those words have Xiao blinking. "What?"

"sit back," kazuha commands so Xiao slowly does so and sits back on the couch.

He's not going to be the one in control? But he's not used to not being the one underneath.

You slowly crawl into his lap with a small smile and it has xiao's heart racing in anticipation. Wrapping your delicate fingers around his length, you align it to your hole before sinking in, resulting in a loud unfiltered moan from the both of you.

Xiao instinctively moves his hands to grab your hips, ready to plunge into you and take control but kazuha intervenes again.

"no Xiao. You can't touch her." He says sternly so Xiao chokes back a sob before dropping his arms as you get to work.

It's slow and precise as you gently roll your hips and rise up and down while grabbing his shoulders.

And now that Xiao isn't in such a frenzied state, for the first time he realizes how beautiful you are above him.

Riding to get to both of your heavenly releases, sweat dripping down your naked bouncing chest as small adorable whimpers slip past your lips.

Kazuha notices xiao's enchantment and smirks before grabbing your chin to kiss you from the side.

Xiao bites his lip harshly from the sight, jealousy swarming in his chest. It's not fair that kazuha get to touch you but not him!

Drool is dripping down your chin as you eagerly kiss back while also picking up your speed. Xiao groans before rolling his head back, his eyes fluttering shut.

His entire body is shaking and he has to grip the cushions to prevent from touching you. But it's just so damn hard.

Kazuha pulls away for a moment before grabbing behind your head. "Baby, why don't you touch yourself?"

You nod with heavy panting before stopping your movements and using a finger to rub your pearl.

A shriek leaves you before you spasm and twitch. "C-cumming!"

Your walls clamp down on Xiao and with all his strength, he resists the urge to thrust his hips up and only moans while throwing his head back.

White ropes of thick creamy cum fill your hot insides as you lean down tiredly and place chaste kisses on xiao's collarbone. "Xiao..."

Xiao finally manages to gather his thoughts together as kazuha leans over with a smirk plastered on his face.

"see? Rough sex isn't everything."

Think of Me | Yan!Venti x Reader x Yan!Diluc Opera AU

Summary: Master Diluc, the infamous composer, has been the Opera's greatest star for years now, being a favorite among the elite, as well as your devoted teacher. Nevertheless, Venti's growing popularity among the masses garners your attention.

Credits: This series is heavily inspired by Andrew Lloyd Webber’s “Phantom of the Opera”, as well as Bernard Rose’s “The Devil’s Violinist”. This short fic is part of the Opera AU series. Warnings: General Dark and Yandere themes, implied stalking

“She may not remember me, but I remember her” ― "The Phantom of the Opera".

You had heard about the joyful bard that enraptured the public's attention. Known to play in the lesser of stages, as some would call them: places such as taverns, bars, and busy streets. He seemed to dislike and criticize the pretentiousness that surrounded the Opera you worked in, to the point of refusing to lend any of his compositions to be adapted to the greatest stage of all.

You met him while running your usual errands outside the Opera, a few weeks after your debut, joining the multitude comprised of people of all standings who gathered around the small plaza to listen to him play the lyre and, just like them, became instantly fascinated by his whimsical style.

He dressed... extravagantly. His clothes were mismatched and had patches from different materials, which you found endearing and sort of charming. The only thing of value he seemed to carry was his lyre and the small hat that sat on the floor to collect tips, which was filled to the brim.

After apparently recognizing you, the mysterious bard asked you to join him for a very popular love song, the type that your Maestro would think of as too mundane and corny, making you hesitate for a minute before you ended up agreeing after some pressure in the guise of encouragement from the audience.

To your surprise, never in your entire career had you had that much fun singing. His music reflected in many ways the nature you had long before Master Diluc discovered you. It had a lively, effervescent joyfulness to it. It had no need for perfection, nor the dark exigency that you had become used to with Master Diluc's complicated pieces. Its simplicity felt right and freeing, and it brought you to happier times when you practiced for the choir try-outs as a child. The melody felt like a memory, which in turn felt like home.

His gaze rested on you for the entire performance, with a strange understanding, as if he knew you from a time past and this was the culmination of a long-awaited reunion. The same type of longing look a foreigner makes after hearing someone speak the same language as them.

The melodious last note is mixed with the loud cheer from the audience, which had doubled during the song. You raise your hand over your lips as you let a small giggle escape them, slightly surprised and amused by how you'd lost yourself in the performance.

Seeking the gaze of the bard, you are, for a moment, slightly taken aback.

By what, exactly? It was hard to pin down, as his eyes had an eerie and slightly unsettling quality of grim delight, of somber joyfulness…if such words could ever be used to describe the same thing. But it gave you the feeling that, despite the triviality of this moment, something had occurred.

The cheering stops abruptly, promptly followed by startled gasps that draw your attention. The audience in front of you begins to divide into a clear line, and your heart stops at the sight of your Maestro. Your smile died down instantly.

In unconscious response to the coldness of Master Diluc's gaze, you lower your eyelids and bow your head, surveying his dark profile in secret from beneath your lashes. Silence reigned, as fascination settled in among the crowd. He had a certain quality that created a conception of him as a being with a superior understanding of everything beautiful and solemn, the one and only authority when it came to music. You yourself were tightly enmeshed by it and felt in debt to your beloved Maestro, who had miraculously condescended to favor you over the rest.

The air condensed as he approached, his slow steps matching the slow thick strokes of your heartbeat. People started to feel the awkward tension, but the young bard stood unbothered by him, a charming smile illuminating his face. They exchanged some common courtesies, and even vaguer compliments, but you could barely pay any attention to them.

Your whole perception of your surroundings was hazy at best, barely making up something along the lines of: "Maestro Diluc! I borrowed your little songbird for a tune, I'm sure you don't mind" and "You heard about me, Sir? I'm flattered!", which sounded... almost like mocking, but Master Diluc tilted his head anyways, which seemed to lift the tension for a moment.

After a short indication, you wrap your arm around his, ready to leave the small, sunny plaza for his somber candlelit kingdom. Just before you start walking, the bard gently takes your hand, raising it up to his lips.

"It truly was my pleasure, Miss."

You feel Master Diluc's arm tense immediately but says nothing as you thank your previous music partner with a small bow. As both of you turn your backs to the bard, you see him reach into his pocket and pull out a single bill, which he drops into the bard's tipping hat, skidding over the coins to the dirty floor.

"Is it true? Are you absolutely sure?"

"I saw it with my own eyes! They brought the music sheet to the Director's office, but I think it appeared in her dressing room first, signed "Venti the bard" and all. Apparently, he wants no other singer, that's his sole condition."

"I thought he didn't like Opera Houses"

"Well, something must've changed his mind."

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

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

☆Starlight Anon

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even as she took everything from your small hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — The Birds of Black Forest Headcanons ( Small/Punishing Bird ) ⸸

(A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible)

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Despite what his name might imply, he is the most bothersome to deal with out of all the Birds, because he knows no one can punish him (except for maybe his brothers)

He especially enjoys bothering his beloved agent

As to what you did to deserve his wrath, you won't always know since he could ruin your day for the most trivial of reasons.

Here are some of them~

"They're so irritating. Their smile and voice is so irritating. They should be cowering in fear! Not cooing at me!"

"This human knows how to clean my containment unit. Why can't the others just do it as well as they do? Now, I have to wait for them to do it."

"Ugh, just because you are here to clean my room doesn't mean you have to ignore me while you're at it! Can't you multitask? Humans are so stupid."

"I hate that they know which gifts and treats I like...do they only think of me as a pet?"

"They make me so anxious whenever they are around...They make me anxious when they aren't around...This is their fault."

"Why haven't they come to see me yet ?"

Suddenly, the first warning triggers in the hallway, and everyone tenses up, thinking that a serious threat has breached, but no.

Much to everyone's relief and annoyance, it was just your cute little bird. They came all this way to peck away at your forehead, cheeks, arms, and yank at your clothes all day (and you can't do anything about it because you are afraid of provoking him).

It's pretty obvious that he only ever breaches because he misses his favorite agent. You know, the one who he has been stealing the pens, paperclips, and various junk from.

But good luck making him admit that, you might as well ask him to peck you harder. In his human form, the equivalent is pinching your cheeks or nose.

Truth be told, he doesn't understand why he bothers to hang around you so much. You were just as idiotic as the rest of the agents for trying to profit from something so unstable and dangerous. You honestly remind him of the many idiots that came to the Black Forest...

But you were also the only one who bothered to clean his room properly, not just because it was your job, but because you cared. You were the only one who would ask him if he was comfortable, or felt too cold whenever you adjusted the air conditioner. You were the only one who appreciated his efforts, as pointless as they were sometimes, whenever he breached to beat some common sense back into a panicking personnel.

You made him feel like he...mattered. That his attempts to prevent people from committing even more sins was making an impact.

Which was why he made it his duty to see to it that you don't endanger yourself. Even though it's the reason why he became attached to you in the first place, he found your kindness to be incredibly naïve and foolish.

One day, you would forgive the wrong person, and they would stab you in the back. So, if you can't be cruel when it mattered most...then he will do it for you.

"You're too merciful, [Name]. Can't you see that you're being unjust to me? Why bother suppressing these other Abnormalities? Why do you even try to beat some sense to these stupid humans? You should just let them all die."

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Check out the other headcanons I made on the rest of the Birds~!

⸸ Big Bird's Headcanons

⸸ Judgement Bird's Headcanons

Also, here is P-Bird's snippet~

⸸ Punishing Bird's Snippet

kiki... i've been thinking a lot these days about virgin!xiao having a helping hand coming from zhongli to lose this virginity of his because 1. zhongli knows xiao wants to lose it but barely knows how to act or what to say when hes around a normal human and 2. can you imagine xiao being all flustered being watched by zhongli while pumping inside his cute crush? it'd be cute!

big, big, biiig kiss for you anon, virgin!xiao is just as good as virgin!itto i know for sure!!1!1

it's almost certain that zhongli was going to try to get you and xiao together in an enclosed place in liyue, preferably with an obvious bed, thinking that this way the adeptus would be able to strike up a conversation with you and perhaps even manage to lose his virginity as well, but xiao could barely give you anything more than short answers; he likes you, a lot, he likes you so much that he can hardly think of anyone else but you while visiting the outskirts of The Harbor, but xiao couldn't really understand how to behave around humans even after the old Fatui plan.

this being said, zhongli was going to start getting worried that xiao was too nervous in your presence alone while watching "from afar" through a small crack in the door and was inevitably going to intervene as soon as the adeptus, who was usually so polished and had an impeccable posture, started running over his own words and even fell down sitting on the edge of the bed because you had approached him too much.

you were so close to getting what you wanted with xiao, you couldn't pass up the chance zhongli gave you just now!

"i see that you seem to be having trouble today, xiao," zhongli's voice would reverberate through the room and both you and xiao would immediately look to the door; each with a shiver running down your back to call your own, "not being able to relax?"

xiao would almost bolt as he spoke breathlessly, "zhongli-daren...? why are you—"

it was almost humiliating to be caught in this situation by someone he respects so much, xiao's cheeks tinged red so quickly and it was the first time you saw him blush.

"shall i help you? you seem to be having such a hard time, xiao," zhongli says as he approaches you and puts a hand on your shoulder, as if to say that 'now you must dance to his tune'.

and you have indeed done so, perhaps this was the best decision you ever made in your life.

it was only a matter of time before xiao snapped out of his nervousness at zhongli's presence and was assaulting your lips like a hungry beast as his fingers trailed down your back and shoulders ready to tangle in your clothes and throw them to the floor.

zhongli is all the while leading and advising you both, even taking xiao's hand between your legs and silently helping him learn how to touch you, how to caress your inner thighs and play with your clit and your folds; xiao that day discovered that he loves it when your bunch of nerves throbs against his fingers and more slick leaks from your dripping hole as your hips try to force themselves against his hand. he feels proud to be the one making you feel so good, even though he recognizes that without zhongli he wouldn't know how to do it the right way.

and you on the other hand would be feeling so full just with his long fingers going back and forth inside you, caressing your sensitive walls and even learning to curve against your sweetest spot. xiao has very good hands, even too soft for someone who is wielding a polearm most of the time.

as soon as you were about to cum, zhongli would take the liberty of rubbing your clit while xiao fingerfucked you. he wanted to give the yaksha the opportunity to get to see you cum at least once before you were milking around his dick.

you would barely realize that you are clinging to zhongli's shoulders with the head resting against one of his shoulders until the orgasm washes over your body and the geo archon holds you down and keeps you from falling away from xiao, who would be completely mesmerized by the way your face contorts in bliss and your walls clench massively around his slender fingers.

it was the first time for him that there was a real need to have something around his cock, something warm, soft, moist, tight just like your beautiful pussy that was now pulsating completely in his hand.

this need for xiao was fulfilled soon after, when zhongli instructed him to lay you down on the bed and pull your hips gently against his and then slide into you calmly, but calmly? that was the last thing the yaksha could have, he needed now, immediately, to be inside you and zhongli realized that xiao was going to give in to his own desires by the possessive way his hands gripped your waist and pulled you back.

"no, no, xiao, you need to be careful with her," the former geo archon speaks up and grabs the yaksha's waist before he has time to push himself inside you, stopping him, "do it slow, 'kay? slow 'n nice, I promise you'll be able to feel her soon enough."

and then zhongli slowly pulled xiao's hips forward, in the direction of yours, leading and controlling his movements, sliding him inside you so slowly that you could feel every inch and vein of his long shaft.

xiao groans loudly, feeling all thoughts inside his head fade away. so hot and tight, so this is a real pussy, ready to be pounded and stained white inside? it was almost a paradise for him, a yaksha.

in a failed attempt to get out of zhongli's grip, xiao tries to force himself forward, deeper inside you, but having his chance ruined by the archon's hand still on his waist, the adept whimpers, "z-zhongli-daren, please, I—gotta ngh, please, can I? 'S so good 'n—"

his voice turns into a moan as you tighten around him just as zhongli lifts your face by the chin to make sure you're okay.

"mhm, you can, xiao, go on," the archon whispers and xiao mewls in appreciation before he begins to push himself into you with all the remaining strength in his body.

xiao can't yet maintain a rhythm just inside your pussy, but he learns for himself that he loves the feeling of almost completely pulling out to let only his puffy tip inside, and then shoving it all the way back in and feeling your walls swallowing him up ravenously; all while his eyes roll back and several moans escape from deep in his throat.

the smack of skin against skin started to get louder and louder as xiao rutted into you and not even zhongli was immune to the desire as he watched the two of you turn into a mess of drool, slick and precum on that bed.

he could hardly believe himself as he noticed the bulge between his legs caused by a simple loss of virginity, it was the first time in a long while that zhongli felt like a pervert and he had forgotten how good it felt.

it became even harder to control himself when xiao's lust-infused eyes rose up to meet zhongli's and seek the approval of the person they admired the most; xiao wanted to know if he was doing it right, if he was fucking you the way he should.

and the archon god nods as he opens a small smile sideways, "you're doin' great, xiao, don't stop until you're sure you've filled her completely, okay? you'll know you've done a good job when she's cumming again 'n you can watch her leak."

just then, zhongli bends down toward you and takes your face by the chin again, watching your lips glisten with saliva. it was almost a sin to see them useless now that xiao was fucking you like a beast.

his eyes went from your mouth to the bulge between his legs, his head denied from side to side trying to push the thought away and you barely gave time for the thought to be destroyed completely, opening your lips and wrapping them around his long fingers, sucking on them slowly.

a smile appears on the archon's angelic face, his face tilting toward yours and he whispers the following in your direction, "who knows another time, yeah? you are doing so well for our xiao and it'd be a shame if i stole all his attention, don't you think?"

— genshin m.list!