Living For The Doll Au. Do You Think Having A Diluc And A Kayea Doll At The Same Time Would Cause Problems?

First of all, this blog of yours is a blessing. Your yandere works are just ♡♡♡♡♡ I cannot even put it on words. Thanks to you, now I know Lobotomy Corporation and I can't get enough of it. I need to know more about this game, the lore, the abnormalities and everything it can offer.

And secondly, I don't know much about Der Freischütz & Funeral of the Dead Butterflies, but can I request a yandere drabbles/one-shot/headcanons about them? I don't play the game (yet) but the second I saw those two, they got my attention (and my heart).

I hope I don't bother you with my request.

P.s: did I already say your writings are just that perfect I can't stop re-reading them?

⸸ The Devilish Marksman and the Caged Butterfly ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where a sexy butterfly wants to encase you in his coffin, but the devil said no. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

Note: read until the end for my person message to Anon.

Love.

Der Freischütz might have been a human once, but he never understood what that thing called 'love' was. It was an alien concept, a subject that he could never hope to understand.

So when he was but a mere human, he scoffed at the Devil.

"The person I love most, you say?" he jeered. "No such person exists."

But it did.

Perhaps he have should known given how much he cared about himself and no one else. At the very least, he should have predicted that the seventh bullet would pierce no one else's heart but his own.

One might think he always had one, given how his iciness seemed to always melt off around his favourite Agent, but no.

First and foremost, he became a Devil because his predecessor saw him for what he was. Heartless.

And as a Devil, it would be an insult to call his soul-binding contract something as fickle and fleeting as 'love'.

He found it rather laughable how humans were so desperate for it. Throughout the millennia, he had seen so many blind themselves with rose-tinted glasses because they couldn't stand the thought of anything tarnishing its image.

But if enabling that blindness would make things easier for him, then who was he to complain?

For his beloved little Contractee, he would do anything to be serviceable. Anything to keep them compliant.

He would protect them, teach them how to best use his EGO equipment and gift, and perhaps even take care of them. He could feign politeness, empathy, offer his condolences when he must, and as you must be beginning to see, the Marksman could even play the role of a charismatic gentleman if he wanted to.

It was a front he never bothered with before, since most of his contracts lasted as long as his bounties did.

But for this one, why not?

Heed my warning, though. Never assume for a moment that he would extend that same hospitality to others. That is a privilege belonging only those bound to him.

He might swear to protect them, doing everything in his power to keep them from danger, but the price was insurmountable. The facility would be drained of its energy, and dozens would die, not only because of his magical bullets, but because of all the collateral damage caused by the breaching of other Abnormalities.

It wouldn't matter though.

Damn everyone to hell if anyone other than him were to kill his Contractee.

They might come running to him, demanding or begging him to cease his slaughter. Perhaps they might even even try to teach or urge him to at the very least feign concern for the lives of others, but he never will.

They were his to protect, but he was never theirs to control.

On the contrary, T-01-68 was...he could never be called pliant, but he was certainly more considerate towards his beloved more than the Devil.

Whereas Der Freischütz was blunt and straightforward with his 'affections', the Butterfly would be careful with his words and gestures. Not because he wanted to earn their trust, but because he genuinely wanted to avoid causing them any more unnecessary pain.

God knows how much they had to endure on a daily basis already.

It was well-known across the facility that T-01-68 existed to comfort those left behind, to honor the ones who passed away that didn't have anyone to remember them. It would simply be antithetical of him to hurt his beloved.

He was the shoulder they could cry on. When they wanted to run away from everything, they would come to his containment unit seeking sanctuary.

Not that Devil.

Deep down, the Butterfly was grateful for Der Freischütz being the way he was (and the rest of the Abnormalities for that matter). If not for his crass ways and bloodlust, their little Agent would have never come to him on their own volition.

He could never hurt them.

That was what he truly seemed to believe as he chased after his beloved down the winding hallways, actively seeking them out so he could finally rest their body inside his coffin.

This place was hell. Wasn't the Devil's presence enough confirmation for that? All these monsters, all these fanatics like WhiteNight and Blue Star promised salvation, but their ways were no less gruesome from the other abominations they swore to save their followers from.

While he would never call himself a god, he certainly believed that he was the only one who could truly give them the peace they needed.

If he must kill his beloved himself to keep that promise, he would.

The two would never see eye-to-eye, that much they had long come to accept. For the Marksman, T-01-68 was a headache to deal with, while the Undertaker found F-01-69 utterly difficult to tolerate.

Der Freischutz wanted to keep them alive. They were his to keep.

But the Butterfly wanted to give them the dignified death they deserved. It was the reason why they came to such a hellish place in the first place.

They both had a reason, and neither one were willing to give up.

~~~ End ~~~

First of all, I would like to say thank you, thank you, thank you!

And it's no bother at all. I love to write headcanons, especially snippets, drabbles, and short fics, so I am more than happy to. Honestly, I'm just surprised I didn't get requests from these two, considering how popular they are among the fandom.

P.S: Did I already tell you how much reading this makes me happy? I'd love to see the fandom for this game grow bigger.

"He... He sent you something again?!"

The shrill and concerned voice of your friend Rana rang loudly through the tavern as she angrily slammed her hands on the wooden table, a vein threatening to pop out of her forehead as you presented her with yet another gift Al-Haitham had sent you. This time it was a simple red rose, it's pretty petals nothing short of eye catching but you, and Rana especially, wanted nothing more than to ruin the delicate flower as it lays on the table undisturbed, the power of dendro infused into it which prevented you from doing anything. It also didn't help that he added something to the flower that caused other minor difficulties - you had accidentally pricked your finger on the sharp thorn but what freaked you out was how the blood got absorbed into the flower. A neatly written note accompanied the bloom, stating as such:

"Once a tiny droplet of your blood falls onto the rose, it shall be a part of your life force. If you are unwell, the flower is unwell. If you are happy, so is the flower. A great way of keeping track, don't you think?"

Of course none of the ink was visible before you had cut your finger....

Life in Sumeru City had been peaceful for the most part but you decided to be a fool by befriending Al-Haitham, a man whom hardly anyone liked and everyone warned you against seeing.

Oh how you wished you had the power to turn back time and make yourself not meet him. He was more stubborn than an angry mule, it was like the word no didn't even exist in the man's vocabulary. Go away might as well be Take me with you in his eyes.

🍒 TAGS: @genshinarchives, @mod-kisa-blog, @juuuuuj101010, @morigumy, @kalopsia-sonder

Short as hell but I'm too tired to continue

#CNC !

;feat. xiao, scaramouche, itto, zhongli/afab!reader

;cw. consensual non-consent, mentions of safewords being in place, fear play, pain play, squirting, size kink, somnophilia, AFTERCARE INCLUDED <3

— a/n. hehehehe

all characters presumed to be 18+

minors do not interact.

requests open!

! XIAO

cw. fear play, somnophilia, a lil bit of soft!xiao peeks thru

a heavy pressure on your body is what roused you from your comforting sleep. cracking your eyes open, you were greeted with the same pitch blackness as when you first laid down.

the body on top of you moved and you felt warm breath fan over your face and squirmed, trying to turn around to look at your lover but a heavy hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively pinning you down.

"x-xiao...?" you whisper, "what're you doing...?"

"shut up," he hisses, making your eyes widen at the gruff, cold tone he so easily spits out.

you squirm some more but he keeps you pinned with his weight. he shifts and in the silence of the room, you can hear his heavy breathing. the shuffling of clothing alerts you to his intentions and you feel a shiver of both excitement and fear rush through your system.

"stay still," he commands, meanly yanking your panties down your thighs, making sure to drag his nails down your skin to make you whimper in pain.

"xiao...wait..." your breathing picks up, both anxiety and anticipation surging when he lewdly spots on his cock, slick sounds alerting you to the way he lives himself up with it. vivid images of your boyfriend stroking his own cock pop into your mind and your cunt clenches pathetically.

then you feel the heat of him pressing against you and cry out, "wait! y-you can't-"

the grip on your neck moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful for leverage before he's stuffing his entire cock into in one harsh thrust.

your entire body locks up and the tears that had been slowly welling in your eyes fall.

it hurts.

a soft hand smooths down the length of your spine and you finally let out the breath you had been holding. xiao remains still, his heavy breathing still prominent as he patiently waits for you to relax and adjust to him.

"xiao..." you whine, reaching behind you to press your hand against his stomach, pushing him away with trembling fingers.

"quit cryin'" he snaps, slapping your hand away before, in the blink of an eye, he begins hammering into you.

you wail, desperately trying to push yourself away from him, squirming and kicking as the pain and pleasure both overwhelm your poor body.

"stop moving!" he snarls, louder than he'd been all night.

the fear you feel in that moment is palpable and you find yourself mindlessly obeying him, going limp.

"just take it," he hisses, "you fight all the time and now you're whining...can't take this little bit of pain? hm? are you that weak, human?"

there's a subtle change in the angle to works his hips and your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he swings his hips down and prods that sweet, gummy spot inside you.

you gush and cream around him, body twitching and your mouth hangs open in pure pleasure as he works your body expertly.

"see?" he coos, "you are weak. right here is where you're weakest," you can practically hear the gleeful grin on his face when he slowly and carefully rolls his hips to prod that spot again.

your body meanly twitches at the feeling and you babble out another nonsensical cry of his name that only makes him laugh.

"now cum," he commands, "let me feel how a little human cums when they're forced,"

your feet kick against the bed and you scramble for something to hold onto, settling on the sheets on either side of your head. he works his hips even faster, forcing you to fly over the edge.

your body, wound taut and high, shakes with the force of it. he finally lets go of your hair and grips your hips, lifting them ever so slightly off the bed so he can fuck you to his own high.

the whole time, you're left cumming and cumming around him until he finally spills into you and you both fall still.

your cunt continues to clench and drool around his softening cock until he can't take it anymore and has to pull out.

he leans over your body again, but this time it's to press a kiss to your temple.

"xiao..." you whimper but he shushes you immediately, shaking his head when you turn your head to peek up at him.

"just take a minute..." he whispers, choosing to lay beside you, rubbing your back to soothe the trembles that still consume you, "it's alright, just breathe..."

! SCARAMOUCHE

cw. choking, degredation, pain play, slapping , threats, tiny blood warning, in front of an audience hehe...who he kills afterwards lmao

the various gazes burned into you, only adding onto the complete shame you felt as scaramouche bullied his cock into you. a firm, cold hand wrapped around your throat, keeping yo upright and completely exposed to the audience watching your humiliation.

"look at them," he spits, "all of them watching you. getting off on this -- watching you get raped. they're loving it. why don't you cry for help? hm? surely someone will..."

you open your mouth, fully ready to take him up on that but the grip on your throat immediately tightens, cutting off any words you were ready to speak. he laughs low in your ear.

"so fucking stupid," he whispers, "i won't let anyone take you away from me, not until i'm finished with you."

tears drip down your cheeks and you gasp when he loosens his grip, grumbling about how he doesn't want you to pass out just yet.

he's completely clothed, only his hat discarded and his cock tugged free. but you, on the other hand, are completely bare.

everyone can see the way you drip down your own thighs and the way your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts. he has your back to his chest, allowing a complete view of your bruised body. bloody little lines are visible in random places from where he would randomly dig his nails into you just to hear you scream and cry.

with his free hand, he reached up and cruelly slapped your breast, grinning when he heard little moans from his audience members at the action.

of course sick freaks like them would enjoy it. enjoy a sweet little thing like you to be hurt and abused. hell, he was enjoying doing it.

your body was warm and smelled so sweet, he couldn't deny how lucky he was to have you there for him to torture.

"why are you so wet?" he hisses, loud enough for everyone to hear. their eyes all move to where your poor little cunt is being stuffed full, watching the way you drool and cream around him, "you like this, huh? like everyone watching you be forced to take cock? repulsive little thing you are."

you sob, twitching in his arms as you grow closer to your high. his grip on your throat tightens, making your head rush.

your orgasm crashes through you, your body twitching and trembling as you do. he holds you against him, teeth gritted while his grip on your throat tightened until you fell completely limp, unconscious.

when you woke back up, you were fully clothed and in bed. sitting up, you looked around, finding scaramouche freshly showered and getting dressed. in front of the mirror.

he glances at you through the reflection and turned to properly look at you, "you're awake. how do you feel?"

"tired..." you answer, laying back when he urges you to with gentle hands, "how are you?"

he hums, shaking his head, sitting on the edge dog the bed. he lets you tug him down so you can wrap your arms around him.

"you did good," he whispers, "i'm going to take care of the witnesses."

he leaves you a fleeting kiss on the lips before he's out the door.

as much as he enjoyed the scene and the rush that came with it -- there was no way he could leave those that enjoyed your torment alive. he wouldn't stand for it.

! ITTO

cw. size kink, orgasm denial, squirting, praise

your boyfriend was big. but what's more he was big and dumb. even more dangerous; big and dumb with a huge cock that he knew exactly how to use.

it was always too much to take but after years of practice, you'd gotten used to it. even though you were still a "big baby" about it, as he would say.

he'd taken to using your gained tolerance and crybaby tendencies to force you upon his cock for his own pure enjoyment.

"stop...!" you cry, reaching forward to press against the dangerous swing hips, "itto! stop! i-i don't want it!"

"yes you do," he coos, "if you didn't, you wouldn't be making this mess..."

you shamefully glance at his length and can't help but moan at the sight -- a creamy ring wrapped around the thickest part of him in the middle. your poor little cunt was spread painfully wide to accommodate the intimidating cock your lover possessed.

"no..." you pitifully whimper, slumping against the bed with a shuddering sigh.

"you know that's not what i want to hear..." he whispers, eyes still glued to where he continued to try to bully his cock into you.

you reminded yourself of the little word you needed to say to make it stop. but when he shifted and another inch slipped into you, it flew right out of your head and all you could think was 'more'.

"stop..." is all that comes out of your mouth and your boyfriend grins, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light from the window.

"that's what i thought..." he says, gritting his teeth as he shifts his grip to under your knees, completely folding you up so your entire lower half lifts off the bed. the change in angle alerts you to what he plans and you find yourself holding your breath.

"now be good," he whispers, voice tender and sweet, "you can do it, take it all. don't run from it, little one...you've done so well....all that cryin' for nothin'..."

he had been working you open for the better half of an hour, stretching your poor, tiny cunt little by little. it was brutal and mind-numbing. he offered no attempts to make you cum no matter how close he knew you got.

despite that, you found yourself cumming around him even when he wasn't moving at all -- the simple, pure stretch he gave you was all you needed to fall over the edge. which is how the creamy, sticky mess that covered his cock got there to begin with.

it was hell.

but now you find yourself bracing for everything to finally come together. little spikes of fear grip you and you tearfully look up at him, eyes wide and glassy while he merely gives you a crooked grin.

he loved that look, the fear and anticipation that filled your gaze. you want him so badly but you know it's going to be too much and you'll be lucky if he doesn't fuck you to the point of unconsciousness.

"p-please..." you sniffle. he cocks his head, wondering if you've finally given up your little act only to shake his head when you utter, "don't..."

he shifts his stance and before you can blink, he swings his hips down, burying his whole length balls deep. he lets out a loud moan, cursing through gritted teeth as he's forced to hold you down when you buck and scream as you're forced to take all of his monstrous length at once.

your eyes roll back and your whole body twitches as you squeal, "no! c-cummin'! i'm cummin'! 's too much! too big! nonono-"

itto's eyes roll back in his head as he feels you gush around him, squirting a complete mess all over him and yourself until it's dripping down his balls. he uses his pure strength to hold you down and force you to cream around him. the sight and feeling is too much for him and he finds himself spilling into you with a surprised grunt.

he finally lets you go and you immediately squirm away, slamming your legs shut as you tremble on the bed. cute little sniffles and sobs come from you as you slowly come down from the intense high.

he shuffles forwards you, flopping down on the bed before hugging you close to him, sweet kisses to the top of your head helping you relax against him.

! ZHONGLI

cw. size kink, mean!zhongli w/ soft!zhongli at the end, riding, slapping, fingering

working your hips, you couldn't help but sob at the burning in your thighs as you slowly rode your boyfriend. he sat spread beneath you, a glare in his eyes as he watched you pathetically hump him cock.

"is this the best you can do, little one?" he asks, voice deep and lacking any warmth. it makes you flinch and hang your head, "humans really are so weak, aren't they?"

"i-i don't wanna anymore," you sniffle, moving to get off him but he quickly grabs your waist and forces you to sit completely. you cry out and go to grab his hands, "t-too deep! ah! it hurts!"

"you're not running away...are you?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, "i got home after a long day, just wanting to rest and relax but i couldn't...because a certain little mortal," he spits to word like he was disgusted, grabbing your cheeks to force you to look at him, "was begging for me to make them feel good. but now that you have to do the work, you plan to leave me here unfulfilled?" he clicks his tongue, shaking his head, "that just won't do, little one."

despite the way you squirm and cry, attempting to pop off of his long cock, you both know you're dripping a complete mess around him.

"now...why don't you continue...before i leave and find another little human who will be more than happy to do the work?" his words drive a stake into your heart and you sniffle.

he waits, watching you weigh your options -- you could do as you're told and continue or you could utter that one word that would end it all. but you decide against it -- despite the ache in your heart and thighs, you want to see how this plays out. and it feels much too good to actually stop.

so you place your trembling hands on his shoulders and slowly lift yourself up before dropping back down. he removes his hands from your hips and drapes them over the back of the couch with a sigh.

despite the tight, wet heat encompassing his cock, he looks completely bored -- unimpressed and like he could go soft at any moment.

"is this the best you can do?" he snaps, "absolutely pathetic. why am i wasting my time giving my cock to someone who doesn't even appreciate it?"

you whimper, resting your forehead against his neck, wanting just a little bit of his warmth and comfort to keep you going. luckily, he easily picks up on your cues and presses a little kiss to your head, allowing you to hear the subtle sigh of pleasure he releases.

you do your best to pick up the pace but you tire out again after a moment and let out a humiliated cry when he laughs at you. he grabs your hair, yanking your face out of his neck to cruelly slap you across the cheek.

"absolutely pathetic," he sighs, despite his cruel words, theyre said in such a lovely way that you can't help but clench around him, "shall i do the work then? since you can't seem to do anything on your own?"

you don't answer and he scoffs, quickly shifting so he's laying on his back with you on top of him. he lifts his legs and grips your waist, glaring at you from beneath you.

"just remember, you did this to yourself..."

before you can properly process his warning, he's hammering up into you. you nearly shriek with the pain of him slamming against your cervix. the force of his thrusts knocking you down.

all you can do is hold onto him, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you with inhuman force.

"i-it hurts!" you wail, "s-stop! please!"

he completely ignores you, grunting and groaning as he gets closer and closer to his high. you continue to babble and cry, begging him to stop and that it hurts but he holds you against him until he finally spills inside you with an almost relieved moan.

you're left trembling and crying into his chest as he pants, petting your hair and kissing the top of your head until you finally look at him.

his gaze is soft and sweet, allowing you to relax against him again. he thumbs away your tears and sighs, sitting up.

you whine when he shifts you in his lap, tapping your chin to make you look at him.

"did you cum?" he asks, smiling when you shake your head, "would you like to?"

you think about it for a moment and finally nod. he shifts you again so your back is to his chest, his hand dipping between your legs to find the gooey mess there.

he avoids your entrance, knowing the soreness is already probably setting in, and settle for soft little circles on your clit.

you sigh in pleasure, relaxing against him as he works you closer and closer.

"it's alright, little one," he whispers, "you can cum for me, i've got you."

at his sweet, loving words and under his tender touches, you twitch and cum with a soundless cry. he works you through the high and lets you relax against him, wrapping his arms around you.

@xiax // do not modify or repost

Genshin men when you go quiet in bed (minors dni)

Childe loathes when you go quiet. Eyes narrowing in a glare that makes you freeze, he intends to make you scream for him. his hips move faster against you, cruel and with no remorse. Once he finds the spot that makes you see stars, he whispers a small "there baby?" and chases after it mercilessly. He feels the lick of pleasure when you are clawing at his skin and screaming his name.

Nothing goes past zhongli's attentive eyes. He knows what to do to make you tremble with pleasure. You gulp when you notice a shift in his eyes. His eye lids lower as he runs his hands all over your trembling body. Hums in appreciation when you let out a cry finally. You bury your head against his bare chest as you sniffle helplessly to his relentless efforts to bring you to pleasure.

Ayato spanks your ass raw when you go quiet. Chuckles darkly against your ears as you clutch his arm helplessly. "Hurts baby?" He asks in mock concern as you whimper and nod your head. Makes you grind against his thighs as he runs a soothing hand against your asscheeks. He would absolutely hate it when you go quiet so you better be loud.

So you dared to go quiet around scaramouche. He would devour you and you have no choice but to tremble under him. He's bruising your skin in punishment and is very harsh with degradation. Would choke you and glare at you with so much fire in his eyes. Don't be surprised when you wake up with bite marks all over your skin. After all he prefers dolls that cry.

Kaeya seemed calm. Too calm at first. But you should know that the punishment for your silence would be harsh. You can't help but sob when he pulls away from you completely before you cum. You learnt that ruined orgasms aren't worth it. So you beg for his touch, his cock and anything shamelessly. He is amused that the simplest touch from him makes you shiver and cry.

You’re probably swamped with asks and I’m so sorry to add another but your writing of Venti and the SAGAU real-world AU is so good! If you’re still accepting can we have a drabble of Venti meeting creators parents? Thank you so much and please make sure you’re getting plenty of rest ❤️

Something of a Family Reunion

Thank you very much, but it's only one 1 am, so I think I'll probably be fine for now—

I've actually been trying really hard to avoid using gendered pronouns along with the phrase (Y/n), but I really physically don't think I can get around it this time without making my dialogue choppy, so I apologize for that, reader is also explicitly female here

Warnings: general sagau, mentions of readers parents, mild cussing

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He had been with you for over a year now.

You knew this was coming.

Things were getting more serious, well it's not as if they weren't serious from day one when he barged into your house and claimed you were a God, but this was a completely different kind of serious.

"My love, I'm almost packed." Venti practically sung, carrying a rather large suitcase as he rushed past you to put it in the car.

Ever since the beginning he had wanted to know everything about you, including all the people you were either related to or chose to hang out with.

You had managed to put it off this long, but you should have known he would have set something up behind your back.

Then again, it was kind of more right in front of your face.

You happened to get a call from your mother, and he happened to answer first, despite the amount of times you told him not to pick up the phone.

Cheerful and smooth as always, never making anything but a good first impression.

You did manage to get the phone back about five minutes later, but the damage had already been done.

You and him were now taking a rather long road trip to get to your parents, no ifs ands or buts about it.

You had felt a strong desire to yell at him after that, stronger than usual at least, but the way that he looked at you, apologetic but beaming.

You knew that he wanted this, and you knew that it was partly your fault for putting it off so long.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't bring yourself to blame him for it.

You were pulled immediately out of your thoughts as he boomeranged back around, giving you a quick peck before going to grab the last bit of luggage.

You hadn't seen him this excited since he found that sale on wine a few months ago—

The car was finally packed, both of you in your respective seats.

You were obviously driving, leaving Venti to take up the responsibilities that come with the passenger seat.

He was insistent not to turn on the radio, claiming that he was perfectly capable of simply providing music himself for the four hour ride.

You had to give him credit, he did go a solid hour.

When he seemed relatively tired out you decided to just talk instead.

"So, same rules as when we're in public, no 'your grace', none of that 'creator' business, and absolutely no mentions of 'God' when referring to either me or you. And I shouldn't have to say don't mention Teyvat at all."

You two had already gone over this before you left, and after it was decided that you were going to come over about a week ago, but you really couldn't afford any mistakes on this.

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing."

Venti laughed at how you practically rolled your eyes, he really should have been taking this more seriously.

"Well, we're only staying there for a few days, I really should have just booked a hotel." The last part you said more to yourself than him.

Booking a hotel was your original plan before your mom just had to emphasize that they had a spare room, and it would be such a shame not to use it in an opportunity like this.

The idle chitchat between the two of you made the time go by quicker, and before you knew it, you were driving into the same driveway you remembered from all those years ago.

Venti was basically bouncing in his seat, you could see metaphorical stars in his eyes as he practically jumped out of the car.

You got out yourself and physically grabbed him by the shirt to pull him back, he almost fell into you and gave you a confused look.

"Remember what I said." There was warning behind those words, and a promise of something if he didn't heed it.

"Of course my love, I won't mess up, I promise." He gave you a small smile of reassurance, one that satisfied you enough to let him go.

You walked to the door, your nerves climbing higher and higher at every step until they were practically in your throat.

You hesitated for a moment before knocking, giving very serious consideration to just turning around and immediately going back.

It wasn't as if you didn't like your parents, of course you loved them, but this just had 'bad situation' written all over it.

Your hesitation was in vain because the door quickly opened before you even had the opportunity to let out a single knock.

"(Y/n)!" your mother quickly embraced you in a hug before pulling back at arm's length to look you over, "It's been too long, you really should call me more, I've been so worried about you recently you know."

You only managed to let out a nervous laugh. She looked at the same as ever, sometimes you wondered if she would ever look any different.

"Right sorry, things have just been a bit hectic lately." You weren't lying, you just couldn't tell her exactly how much you were telling the truth.

Her eyes drifted over to Venti who stood straight, you assumed to make himself look a bit taller.

She seemed to be taken by slight surprise, her eyes widened ever so slightly before returning to their same inviting look.

You mentally cursed at yourself for only just now realizing that it would be kind of surprising how young Venti looked, could you even manage to convince them that he was over twenty-one when he had quite literally nothing to prove it?

"This much be Venti right? The one I've heard so little about?"

That, of course, was a direct jab at you. You could feel guilt seeping at how secretive you'd been about this whole thing, but it wasn't as though you really had a choice.

"Yes ma'am, it's very nice to meet you, I love your daughter greatly." The sincerity in the way he said it almost caused you to blush.

Your mom just laughed at that, "Well come in, both of you, me and your dad can help you unpack a bit later."

Oh right, your dad...

Venti took your arm in his as you both went into the modest house, although even while being modest it beat the place you were currently living at.

Your dad, who was previously sitting on the living room couch, rose to meet you at the door.

"Well it's about time, and here I thought we might never see you again."

You smiled slightly as you gave him a hug, it had been a while, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't missed them both.

When you both had pulled away he looked over to see Venti at your side, a brief flicker of a similar expression your mom held crossed his face for a moment, causing your stomach to drop slightly.

"This is Venti, he was the one who set this up to begin with."

Your dad gave him a quick once over, but Venti's smile didn't faulter even slightly.

Instead, he simply extended his hand, one which your dad accepted after a moment of hesitation.

"Nice to meet you sir, I've heard a lot about you."

That was a pretty blatant lie, you never really talked about your parents to him, but you had to stop yourself from laughing at the formal way Venti said it.

'Ma'am'? 'Sir'?? You almost felt the need to compare him to Zhongli.

"Hey," you turned at your mothers voice to find that she was beckoning you to the kitchen, "Come give me a hand won't you?"

You let out a quick "Be right there" before grabbing Venti's arm and physically pulling him with you.

You received no protest from him.

Your mother looked over towards you when you entered, putting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables.

She looked over at Venti, giving him a small smile before hurting you out of the kitchen rather quickly.

"What are you—"

"So, that's your boyfriend then?"

You didn't quite like the way she phrased it, a tone that was on the borderline between accusing and worried.

"And uh, how did you two meet? How much younger than you is he exactly?"

You knew this would be brought up eventually, so you made sure to study your voice before calmly speaking, "He's twenty-one." That number was missing a few zeroes, but you had a feeling they would have an even harder time believing you on that one.

Your mom just pursed her lips, stuck between the option of believing and not believing your statement. It's not as if she had any reason not to believe it, other than his general appearance looking a bit younger than that.

She chose to drop it, walking back to the kitchen as you followed suit.

You both walked in to find Venti meticulously cutting vegetables.

"Oh! God I'm sorry, there's no need for you to do that. I can take care of it."

Your mother quickly rushed in to take the knife, her instincts not to let guest do any work kicking in at high speeds.

"I'm going to go start unpacking while you finish that."

Your mom barely had time to register what you said before you had grabbed Venti and left the kitchen.

You both went out to the car before he stopped you, putting his hands on both sides of your face as he gave you a worried look, "What's wrong? You seem nervous."

You practically laughed at that, "Nervous? Now what possible reason do I have to be nervous?"

His frown deepened at your sarcasm.

Venti pressed a gentle kiss on your nose and gave you a smile, "Don't stress yourself out so much, nothing bad is going to happen."

You wanted to believe him, really, you did. But your outlook on this entire situation was getting dimmer by the second.

"It didn't even occur to me before we got here how young you looked, I told my mom you were twenty-one, what a lie that was."

Venti giggled at that, "That is just slightly off."

You let out of breath as you tried to clear your mind for a moment, to let yourself believe that this would all work out. He stood there looking at you the entire time, eye's filled with such profound feeling.

Venti almost regretted making you come here, putting this stress on you, being the direct cause of it in a way. All he could do to make it up to you was give back to you in this way, to reassure you that he would do everything in his power to make this go well.

After you had calmed down slightly, you both grabbed a few suitcases and moved them inside, you directing him to the spare room.

It was your old room, though it looked nothing like it had when you lived in it.

Once you had finished explaining that this was the room you had spent the majority of your time living here in, Venti's excitement pretty much shot through the roof.

He jumped onto the bed immediately, sprawling out, barely able to restrain his mind from thinking about all times you had laid in this exact spot.

You plopped down next to him and he immediately gravitated towards you, clinging to your waist.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly as you patted his head, allowing him to rest on your lap.

After about five minutes you pushed him off, despite his protests, choosing to open a suitcase and start unpacking instead.

You weren't able to get very far before your mom called you both for dinner.

Another bundle of nerves decided the best resting spot would be directly on top of your chest, because it was getting harder and harder to breathe at the thought of sitting at a table together for roughly an hour with nothing but small talk.

Venti could tell by your facial expressions exactly what you were feeling and pulled you into a hug, giving you a kiss as he whispered how he wasn't going to mess up and remembered everything you told him.

The beginning of dinner wasn't quite awkward as much as it was quiet, nobody seemingly wanting to be the first person who spoke.

Your mother did eventually break the silence, looking straight at Venti while doing so, "So, you've been together for a year right? I don't believe (y/n) ever told me how you two met."

Venti sat for a moment, looking almost as if he was recalling the memory fondly, "Well we met through a mutual friend actually, he introduced me, and I knew as soon as I saw her that I very much wanted to get to know her."

You guessed that some of that was partly true, at the very least your mother seemed to believe it.

"So your name," your dad spoke next, "is it Italian?"

"Yes actually, although I'm not."

You wondered for a second how he knew that, before resigning yourself to the fact he probably wouldn't tell you.

"We're just so glad (y/n) has found someone they like." Your mother cut in, giving that all too familiar patient smile, "We were worried for a while she wasn't ever going to date anyone."

"Mom."

Your mother simply responded by laughing, "It's true, you never really made connections with people easy."

The more that came out of her mouth the more embarrassed you were starting to feel.

"Well, I would never have guessed that, your daughter is actually a very popular person, I know quite a few people that care for her greatly." Venti spoke in a way that was practically laced with praise and good intentions, wanting so strongly to announce you as the most important person in his world.

You simply responded by clearing your throat and taking another bite of the food in front of you.

"So where are you from then?"

You mentally cringed at that question from your dad, you were hoping to avoid it at least a bit longer.

Before Venti had the opportunity to fumble for an answer you 'accidentally' knocked over your glass of water, startling them all.

"Oh shit sorry, complete accident—"

You darted off in the kitchen to grab a towel as your mom followed you.

It took a moment for you to get yourself dried off, and by the time you got back, both your dad and Venti were debating about alcohol.

You rolled your eyes and use the towel to wipe off the remaining water on the table, "Well, this has been pleasant, thank you very much for the meal, but I think I'm going to go ahead and retired to the room, tired from the long drive and all."

There were general murmurs of disappointment amongst your parents before they both wished you good night, adamant on the fact you would all do something together tomorrow.

You simply replied with a nod and walked away as Venti followed you quickly.

You practically buried your face into the pile of pillows when you finally found yourself comfortably laying on the bed.

"Well, it wasn't that bad now, was it?"

You had to admit that could have gone a lot worse, you couldn't even imagine what answer he would have given for where he was from.

You hummed in acknowledgement as he crawled into bed with you, quickly situating himself on your side.

"Just four more days." You mumbled to yourself.

"I think we'll pull it off just fine." Venti responded, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before you rolled over to face him.

This was a long shot, but maybe you could actually get an answer out of him.

"Hey, how did you know your name was Italian?"

He responded with a very sheepish looking smile, "I didn't."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, pulling him into your embrace.

"Well, at least you're a good bullshitter."

He only gave you an affectionate kiss on the cheek in response.

You hadn't really intended on falling asleep so soon, but all the stress just seemed to melt away when you were lying there with him.

You would get out of this week alive.

As long as your mom decided to keep the family photo album with all of your younger pictures to herself that is...

What did you just say?

NSFW!!

Parings: Venti x afab! Reader

First post, sorry if it sucks :')

Summary: You curse to another god while doing it and Venti leaves you bedridden for a week.

What time was it? You didn't really know and you didn't really care, honestly. After all, it was quite hard to think while you had the one and only Barbatos pounding into you right now. He was hitting those places that you most liked so nicely, it was hard to think straight. "You seem quiet, my love." His hips stutter as he bends down to kiss your forehead. It's ironic because just as he bent down, he hit a spot that not even you were aware of so you arched you back and bit down on your lip to prevent the loudest possible moan to erupt from your throat although it was mostly to no avail since you still let out such a sweet whine. "Mhmm~! F-fuck! Holly Shougun!" You didn't register the curses leaving your mouth but Venti sure as hell did. He abruptly stopped and you enjoyed the second of peace were you weren't being overstimulated by your lover.

It was only then that you realized your mistake.

"What did you just say?" Fuck. You opened your mouth to answer but were stopped by Venti's hand squeezing your throat. "Did you just say Holly. Fucking. Shougun?" You looked at his emerald eyes. He looked like he was planning to obliterate Inazuma, he looked so hot. You were surprised by the sudden span of his hips.

"FUCK! AHH~HAHA! VENTI! FUCK!" You screamed as he seemed to go even faster than he had before. He was meeting your hips so harshly that you knew that a slight bruise would be present tomorrow. "Are you Raiden's pretty whore? Or are you Barbato's." You tried to speak but couldn't. The speed and harshness of his thrusts made it impossible to think of anything other than the bard who was fucking you silly right this second.

"Answer me." He seemed so different, there was anger and jealousy present in his voice. You opened your mouth once again and you spat out a pathetic "Barbatos! Fuck! I pray to Barbatos, not the Shougun!" He seemed pleased so he started to slow down his thrusts until eventually stopping and sliding out of you.

Your breathing was heavy as you tried to massage your throbbing thighs. You suddenly feel a soft kiss on your temple only to look back at Venti holding a damp towel as if he didn't fuck you like a wild animal less than a minute ago.

"Never forget that, lovely."

Sorry thinking abt gorou again…

cw: fem reader, needy!gorou, creampie, not proofread

How needy he is :( how he can’t help but whine and whimper that he wants you. He’s been away for too long, away and busy with his troops. Big bad general gorou, who usually is top of the line and baring his fangs - is flattening his soft caramel-colored ears and mewling that needs you.

“Please, please just the tip at least. Need it s’bad, it hurts.” He even manages to pool dewy crocodile tears along his eyes to make you feel bad. Nosing your neck and licking sloppy lines up your jaw, nipping your skin till you relent.

Hearing how he practically barks in excitement, “thank you, thank you- I’ll make you feel so good,” he groans, flipping you on your tummy and ripping off your panties. Fingers spreading your slick folds and drooling over the curve of your ass like you’re fucking dessert.

Pushes his cock into you till he’s flushed against your smooth backside. Shuddering and panting as he mounts you. He sighs happily when he finally starts to push in, your legs spreading and cunt quivering while he stretches you. Ignores your shaky whines that he’s too big, that he’s stretching you out and making you full. “You feel so good, s’like heaven.” He flashes his teeth as ruts his hips against your ass. Balls smacking your clit and making you yelp around him.

Fluffy tail brushing against your calve as he greedily fucks your sloppy pussy. Pulling up your hips up to meet his cock so he can hump your cunt. Hands pushing you into an arch, thumbs digging into your skin. Gorou loves how you feel around him, silken walls pulping around his cock and squeezing his tip when he pushes too far. Drool leaks from his chin and drips over your back.

A creamy white halo formed over his length and making sick kissing sounds each time he slams home, can only focus on pounding you into the sheets. He doesn’t even realize how big he is, how he’s brushing against your cervix and rearranging your guts. “G-gonna, gonna fill you up, make you feel me,” he babbles and you clamp around him.

So entranced with your squelching cunt and the way you moan his name. He’s so pent up from months of being away he can’t help but pound into you, small growls leaving his throat and he leans over to bite your shoulder. Your slick smearing against his hips as he pumps you full of his cum, hips not even stuttering or finishing. In fact, he starts right back up again.

Gorou is just so needy be can’t help but be rough with you <3

good evening have you considered healer scaramouche

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!!!

― YANDERE! GENSHIN ACADEMY AU. pt one | two | three | four

⇢ scaramouche, thoma, arataki itto, gorou / gn! reader

introducing! this academy has plenty of cultures mashing together, and what would it be without inazuma? hailing from the land of eternity, three eccentric characters join their fellow inazuman kazuha as well as your mentally unstable harem to fight for your heart. some of them… don’t exactly mesh well, but their goal for your heart to be theirs eternally are the same!

warning! yandere, obsessive & possessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, delusional behavior, scaramouche is here do i really need to explain it to u, mentions of violence, brief mention of collaring 

author’s note! i refuse to make scara anything else but the dirty lil grime boy that he is. he goes absolutely fucking feral, that man. killed off my teppei. lil shit im gonna punt u so hard once u become playable. Make sure u die next to signora and childe you fuckin shit. /holds up this 4’11 sonovabitch/ /immediately chucks him into the pacific/ mihoyo if his voicelines aren’t him cussing out traveler and bitching about every little thing im suing for false advertisement

— SADISTIC TYPE. scaramouche | 散兵

[ “hmph, lowly little thing. and what do you think you’re staring at?” ]

⇢ scara (derogatory). no redeeming qualities. pure fucking evil. he’s been a constant thorn in your side ever since you entered the academy and has been that way since forever. what sort of prestigious academy allows a no-name rat like you to enter, hm? it takes all of your willpower to not throw a punch at his face.

⇢ he’s not arrogant for nothing. although the two of you are in the same year, he’s completely in another level of his own. he can throw down the strongest of people in your school, is the top student in your level, plays multiple traditional instruments, and has abilities super-fucking-incomprehensible that you stop to think if he really is human. if only he’d keep his mouth shut, then his graded behavior wouldn’t drag him down.

⇢ when you’re seatmates… god, it’s just pure torture. scaramouche doesn’t need to listen to whatever these plebeian teachers have to offer, but he needs the attendance or else his big sisters ei and makoto will berate him at home and he’s too tired to put up with their shit. he likes poking you with the sharp end of his compass, or if long enough, will tug on your hair to annoy you. actually fuck that, he will pull on your hair no matter what the length.

⇢ if you talk back, archons, you’re in for a time. there is nothing he hates more than being embarrassed. he’s already had enough of being compared to with his third-year sisters who are oh so divine and elegant and charming and fucking bullshit. makoto he can slightly put up with, but ei? oh how he’d love to see her destroyed. everything he’s worked so hard for was natural talent for ei, and every time he had caught up to her she ascended levels he thought was unreachable. but destroying her was too big of a plan, so you’re here, under his hands, as his little stress ball.

⇢ how delightful :) he just barges into your home unannounced, playing the part of an agreeable young man and wearing a pleasant smile on his lips for your family. he watches in quiet amusement as you squirm uncomfortably on the sofa while they fawn over your supposed ‘boyfriend’ and how you shouldn’t let such a handsome man go. once the two of you are alone in your bedroom, the smug smirk on his face is hard to miss.

⇢ “you hear that?” he croons, taking your hands in his and pressing a kiss against your knuckles, as if mocking you with his gentlemanly play. “they say i’m your boyfriend.” the way he manhandles you next, how he makes you crawl and tug you by your collar, is so far from the act he was playing, but he still smiled at you innocently as he ground the heel of your shoe into your stomach.

⇢ what a cute little toy you are, really.

[ “now, now, no need to be so frustrated. you should be charmed to be mistaken as my lover.” ]

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