Actually, One Final Thought - Yandere Diluc Who Wants A Portrait Painted Of You But Needs Someone Who

18+ , Minors DNI

Sub! Xiao x GN! Reader

“Y-you-!” Xiao gasps, hips and thighs quivering with the sheer effort it took to hold his lower body up.

It felt so good. So good it was overwhelming..

Your soft hand that was currently wrapped tightly around his leaking cock, rapidly twisting and squeezing up and down his throbbing shaft, thumb pressing and gliding against a vein that lit his nerves on fire, made his mind gooey.

“You h-ave no r-respect for the.. the Ade- nghh..! Adepti!!”

The yakasha was practically choking on his words, drool dribbling out the side of his agape mouth, dampening the pillow below.

He couldn’t help but weakly thrust his hips while letting out the cutest mewls, fucking into your hand that was making his brain melt.

Xiao felt so exposed, so vulnerable, all he could do was claw at the sheets and whimper - blush burning his shoulders, neck, and cheeks.

Who knew such lovely sounds could be coaxed out of him through that sinful mouth of his?

Smiling, you leaned down over his arched back to press a sweet kiss at his nape, “That so?” You hummed, already amused.

“Aghh?!”

You promptly stopped your movements down below, “Hwaah.?” Next, you removed your hand from his aching cock completely.

“No!!” He whined loudly, hips subconsciously chasing after your hand for a split second just to feel your touch again.

Tears that had been welling up in his hazy eyes from the pleasure finally fell, “No, no, no, please! Please!”

“Oh no, dear. I must respect the adepti, you see? I’m sure you know best when it comes to it.” Your teasing tone made him bite his lip in regret, “I’ll take your word for it, I won’t touch you any mo-“

With a speed only he possessed, he quickly reached behind himself and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand back down to his poor, now neglected dick, “No! Please, please touch me again! Please..”

Shame bubbled in his gut, closing off his throat as he sobbed, “Please I-I need it.. please, (Y/N)...”

His voice got quieter and quieter as he begged, hips shimmying as if trying to entice you.

So cute.

Your sweet little yaksha.

“GuAHh!” He cried out the second you gave him attention again, your chest flushed with his back as you used both hands to pleasure him.

One resumed pumping him, cock slick with pre-cum, the cute wet noises from how turned on he was returning and bouncing around the room — the other switching from squeezing and massaging his sensitive balls to giving his oozing tip some much needed attention.

Perhaps, in some way, you wanted to break him, make him cum so hard he’d thank you for weeks and beg for more.

“Nn-nnGHH! A-Aah! AH! AaGh!”

The mighty Xiao, Conquerer Of Demons, was crumbling below you, completely at your mercy.

okay so... would gorou's ears twitch whenever he cums in you? well of course, i'm not talking about a slight twitch here... you know. i'm talking about a pair of extremely twitch ears with a flushed red face, he's almost crying from how good your cunt feels! he just can't shut his mouth... sigh... you're not sure if he's doing it on purpose or he's as oblivious as that but he always and always tells you how you make him feel good. "fuck-- oh, fuck. relax a little, you're sucking me in-- i can't move like this." and it drives you crazy because it's so nasty and embarassing and all of that. between the breathless words, gorou kisses you-- when he's rutting and fucking you so hard his kisses are sloppy and messy, salive drips down from his chin to your naked breasts. most of the time, just to tease you, gorou would let his sharp teeth leave a mark behind on yor body. he loves to bury his head on your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all over to your burning skin before he goes crazy and bites and nibbles on your nipples... what a shameless boy he is! besides, he can't stop cumming when you touch his twitchy ears and tug on them. he likes it when your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching the behind of his ears before you give a harsh tug. he's crying! begging for you to do it again, his hips start to move carelessly and erratically, he's out of breath and just can't control himself. he cums so much that it hurts-- it hurts but he's addicted to this feeling because your velvety walls wrap his aching cock perfectly, and he just want to fill you up, wants to see you wear your panties back-- the idea of you walking around, literally acting as if nothing happened while you're pumped full of his cum makes gorou's cock rock-hard. he just loves to be your fucktoy <3 !!!!!! just use him, please, he'll do anything for you, he'll ruin you-- he'll let you ruin him. just say the word and he'll make sure to give it to you just as you want it.

𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗠 !

˖˚˳⊹ riding him silly feat. kazuha : heizou : xiao : itto : diluc : cyno x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

you started off with slow grinding until you were satisfied with kazuha‘s moans and grunts, filthy words running out of his mouth on how good you made him feel right now. Your hands were placed against his chest once you picked up on pace, bringing your face closer to his to kiss him hungrily. You felt kazuha‘s hand on your hair, pulling you down harsher as you let more of his cock into your tight cunt.

he twitched around you violently once kazuha cried out your name, the vibrations going straight through you as he helped you up and down his throbbing member. "I‘m so close." kazuha‘s whining this sentence out, chewing onto his lower lip before looping his arms around your waist to hold you closer, thrusting up your messy cunt in the process. You‘re panting while hovering over him, kazuha‘s making your entire body convulse in ecstasy right now, looking up at you while enjoying the facial expressions you made for him. He felt the knot deep in his gut break any moment now as he finally shot his load in your cunt which was greedily swallowing up everything he gave you. Kazuha breathed out heavily, bathing in his afterglow while you carefully ran your fingers down his chest, praising him for doing so well tonight.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

heizou was clearly enjoying himself very much right now. He couldn‘t help it but flash you an obvious grin while you were riding him so fucking nicely. Your breath was hitching whenever he‘d squeeze your hips while helping you up and down faster. Your thighs were beginning to strain from doing almost all the work, it wasn‘t fair!

"you‘re doing so great." heizou was saying that with a breathy laugh, almost pseudo like, he absolutely adored seeing you struggle because of his girth and couldn‘t stop looking at your fucked out expression. You were doing so good, grinding yourself harder against his cock while also simultaneously rising up and down his length. Heizou swore he saw stars when you thrusted particularly hard down on his cock, his grab on you became more powerful than before, now practically pushing you up and down himself. At this point all you could really do was lay forward to get some sort of support, hugging heizou tightly while he started thrusting up your heat, taking over your previous attempts in pleasuring you so that it was him who was now taking the lead. Your eyes rolled back at the lewd noises of your juices oozing out of your hole when you could feel your climax approach you any minute now.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗫𝗜𝗔𝗢

you‘re going slow, pulling yourself on xiao to straddle him, throbbing cock underneath your warm cunt, your folds dragging steadily over his length to coat him with your juices. You smiled at him— some sort of calming him down, he‘s so anxious right now, doesn‘t know where to put his hands as you took them in yours and placed them on your hips.

you pushed forward before taking a hold of his cock, lining yourself up with it before gradually lowered your whole weight on his aching length. Xiao is closing his eyes as they rolled back, spine arching into your heat before you placed your hands on his chest, beginning now to move, circling your hips whenever he‘d be fully sheathed in you for additional pleasure. Xiao‘s on cloud nine right now, fingers digging harsher into your hips as he tried his hardest not to pass out from the shock waves that ran all over his body. His attention went to where your bodies met, looking at how your cunt was sucking him in, his cum and your juices pooling down your hole and coating him thoroughly. He was so close, could practically taste his release on his tongue as you picked up on pace, your body advancing forward so you‘d be flushed with his own, catching his lips to kiss him lovingly. You wanted to make him feel good, picking up on pace as you already dreamed about getting filled up with his seed.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto opened his eyes to see your own which were filled with lust, staring right down at him. You lowered yourself to wrap your arms around his neck, your cunt sucking him in before beginning to fuck yourself against his throbbing member. He‘s already so fucking close, itto was already dreaming about cumming all deep inside you, cock twitching while being enveloped in your walls.

your breathing is ragged, thighs beginning to strain before your thrusts faltered, the inevitable orgasm gradually coming through. It‘s almost as if you encouraged itto to dig his fingers harsher against the soft flesh of your body. Not to mention that you now proceeded to do something he was going fucking crazy over. You‘re propping yourself up with your arms, fingers tracing over your stomach seductively until they hit your breasts, lazily circling your digits around your nipples before pinching down on your aching tit. Itto‘s rolling his eyes back at the sight, crying out as he felt you clench around his member while you rocked your hips back and forth his cock, walls hugging him tightly. "Oh fuck." hips finally jerking up as his eyes scrunched shut, moaning out as his thick cum pooled inside of you. Itto was cumming so much, the hot sensation filling your belly before you collapsed on top of him, mind turning hazy as the both of you came down from your climax while being soaked with each others juices.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

diluc‘s moan came out strangled as he heard you giggle at his flustered state, "you‘re doing so well." the way you were voicing said sentence made multiple shivers run down his spine. You’re leaving soft smooches on his lips, grip on your thighs tightening when the pecks turned into open mouthed kisses, heated and needy.

arousal flushed from through your cunt to all over his cock, staining him greatly while you lined yourself up with his member, slowly lowering your whole body weight on him once diluc whined out heavily, biting down on his lower lip to prevent himself from being any louder. It‘s almost embarrassing for him, the way he unraveled like this, you being the only person who‘s able to make him succumb to those pleasures. Your cunt was swallowing him whole, hips circling up and down as you smeared your arousal all over his lower region. "Darling." he‘s huffing out, sobbing as you dragged yourself up and down his length, sucking in a deep breath before rolling your eyes back at the feeling of his tip remotely hitting that one sweet spot of yours. The both of you are gone, honestly diluc could do this all day, getting used by you might become an addiction.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

cyno felt your bare body underneath his fingertips, you were feeling fragile almost even if it was you who was desperately riding him silly. You‘re trying so hard right now! it was way too adorable in his eyes and he just couldn‘t get enough of it. "i‘m so close." he‘s meeting your eyes again, hungry yet sweet, in combination with utter desire for you. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock remotely hitting that one sweet spot of yours, grinding against him harder in the process.

cyno whined at the picked up pace, in one moment pulling your face down to meet your lips with his own, teeth crushing against each other as your tongue fought with his. He‘s refraining for a moment, leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw and nipping on it with his teeth, both hands still holding for his dear life along your hips. Cyno was trying his hardest to be of help for you, yet he was barely able to comprehend anything anymore. The complete ache in your lower region was driving you insane, a moan falling from past your throat and running over the walls, hips bucking against his throbbing cock again. "cyno, baby" you suddenly gasped, a hint of a growl accompanying your pleading voice as you clenched onto his cock, collapsing on top of him as the both of you unraveled against each others warmth. Cyno‘s cock was twitching violently inside of you, grazing with his fat vein over your walls before he released himself in thick white spurts. The both of you were breathing out heavily against each other, still fondling with your bodies as you sighed out, watching the dried up sweat on cyno‘s skin was having goosebumps running up your skin.

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Childe with a naive s/o...they're just so tiny and cute but they haven't even had their first kiss! Childe is the perfect person to teach them! After all, he's so smart, strong, and never has selfish intentions. And Childe knows best and that does include sex and discovering kinks! Bonus points if they're often stoic or quiet and Childe just riles them up. Every facial expression, whimper, and moan is all because of him.

content warnings. naive! reader, virginity loss, unprotected sex, fellatio, size kink, cock-warming, dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, afab! reader. minors dni!

yes <3

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you trust childe a lot ♡

even if it make your heart shakes when you kiss him, his hand dipping lower and lower to your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties. it dizzying, foreign to the feeling; you buried your face to his neck, clinging on him while you straddled his hips.

even if he come to join you in your bed, calloused palm from years of training and wielding various weapons traced against your belly and up to your chest, fondling with your tits until you playfully whine him to stop. your eyes fluttered to watch his finger pulling down your shorts, letting it hang on your ankles before playing with your pretty cunny <3 he lives of by your quiet moans, your fist tugging his shirt to pull him into a kiss. you'd just ended up falling sleeping against him with his finger stuffed inside of you.

childe taught you many things, ranging from how to play with yourself when he isn't near you to giving him a blow job under his desk. love to see your bruised lips wrapping around his tip, sucking and kissing while you stroke it with your two fist. he thinks it's adorable seeing your cheeks puffing up, eyes watering from having him deep down your throat. the warm coil settled in your belly, sending tingles down to your virgin cunt when he praises you a lot <3

he's a sweet boyfriend and you are nothing but his eager partner who's too innocent for her own good ><

he'd be the type to fucked you till you're crying, hiccuping from having his cock stretching you apart. sucking your sensitive nipples till you're back arching, cumming just from his fingerpad gently rubbing your clit. although he wasn't rough, his size itself bring discomfort to you, make your nails sunk into his shoulder blade. you're too cute, make him want to bend your body beneath and split you apart with his cock but childe didn't have the heart to treat you like that during your first time, not when you sweetly cry for him to continue, your legs wrapping around his waist as he slowly thrust deep inside of you.

his pretty baby is so cute when they cry, lips quivering before peering their eyes down to see his cock disappearing inside of them <3 couldn't help but to kiss you face all around, holding your hand so you feel safe! you used to be quiet with him but now you're all a mess, whimpering out of pleasure while his cock hits your spongy spot.

he just fucked you into a deep sleep, lifting your limp body and make you sit on his lap while you cockwarm him <3 he still have many nights for you to be taught more things, for now he'd just let you rest.

beside, it's not like you're going anywhere far from him,,

Clandestine Rendezvous | Himmel x Reader

If you weren’t so turned on and so touchy, the assignment would have done by now. If you weren’t teasing him, this wouldn’t have happened. If you weren’t wearing that skirt and thigh highs he wouldn’t be so hard right now.

All these reasons he could possibly think of endlessly hovered in his mind, but such excuses turned out so petty when he himself had secretly enjoyed this erotic and salacious “accident” you displayed for him.

Nameless Bard x Fem!Reader

disclaimer: NB is aged up and story is set on modern AU, service top Himmel and power bottom reader

warning: NSFW content, this fic is just pure smut no actual story, multiple orgasm, public sex

art belongs to: ylceon

word count: 11.2k

note: this is a two-part valentine special fic for my beloved himmel <33 i didnt mean to turn this into a valentine special but i just thought hey why not do it since imma eventually gonna post the second part in white day (march 14th)

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Of Mice and Men [Yandere L x Reader]

Title: Of Mice and Men [Yandere L x Reader]

Synopsis: It’s not your first escape plan. But it is the first one that involves attempting to seduce your captor in a bid for freedom. Commissioned piece.

Word Count: 2777

notes: yandere, NSFW, dubcon, mentions of stalking/stalker behavior

It’s not the first time you’ve plotted an escape. You’ve tried a few dozen times, though you–obviously, considering where you still are, and who you’re still stuck with–have yet to succeed.

But this time… this time you’re going to play L at his own mind games. Mind-fuck-games, more like it, and the sarcastic phrase has so much more meaning now that you’ve decided on what you’re going to do.

You’re going to seduce L.

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etsuven's first kinktober: day 1/8

rating: smut cw: light cursing includes: dom reader ofc, corruption kink though like not really idk, xiao is very supportive of and patient with his lover it's very cute, it's not like full smut there's plot and stuff but it does take a bit to get there, inexperienced! xiao and kind of experienced! reader, reader licks up a bit of xiao's... and kisses him summary: xiao learns about how lovely pleasure is...

note: hello! welcome to my first kinktober!! as those of you who are regulars may know already, i am AWFUL with schedules and writing frequently, which is the reason why im doing only 4 days instead of the regular 31. for a little summary, i will be posting something kinktober related every monday of october! (my original plan was to do mondays and fridays but i'm running late on my writing so only mondays for now! though i am planning to post the friday ones as well.) hopefully i can satisfy you guys this year!

nighttime tended to be your favorite part of the day. you could wind down, distance yourself from the things that happened that day, and let your mind run wild.

but sometimes, your thoughts ran a bit too wild.

thoughts of you and your boyfriend of a little over a year in increasingly scandalous positions ran through your mind, making your face warm up in embarrassment at just how vulgar they were. images of you on top of him, his face flushed bright pink as he moaned out just for you, begging you to just let him-

you kept yourself from going further in an attempt to keep the pure nature of your boyfriend from becoming tainted. he was so sweet, and he always made sure you were satisfied and happy before he left to do his duties. but sadly, you knew you couldn't keep the feelings at bay.

you couldn't keep this to yourself for much longer, so with a shaky voice, you called the name of your lover.

xiao appeared in front of you, jade spear in hand as a rush of wind swept through the room. you shivered, your loose pajamas waving around you and brushing against your skin.

"is something wrong?" he spoke, his soft yet raspy voice reaching your ears. hearing a soft tap against the ground, you looked up at your lover from your bed, watching the gold particles from his weapon disappear into the air.

you began to play with your fingers, and xiao took that as a signal to sit in front of you and wait until you had the courage to speak. even though it took a few seconds and deep breaths to calm your heart down, you finally decided to speak up about what had been plaguing your mind.

"xiao," you started, your voice soft. you were always confident in speaking about what you desired from your boyfriend, but it seemed to be so hard right now. perhaps it was because you felt dirty about it? taking in another deep breath, you looked xiao in his eyes.

"how... how do you feel about being more intimate?" the words rushed out of your mouth, and you watched as your lovers' eyes widened, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink as he attempted to process what you had just said. "you- you mean... sex?"

nodding quickly, you scooted closer to the man, holding his hand as a way to keep him calm. "well, yes... i've been thinking of it for a while now, and i was wondering if you'd be willing to try it one day."

xiao took a while to answer, as his thoughts were currently running wild. don't get him wrong, he definitely wanted to do this with you, and he had definitely thought of you in a less than innocent way at one point, but he had no idea what to do.

xiao gulped nervously, making eye contact with you before speaking. "i'd like to do it with you- but you might need to teach me a few things..."

-

and that's how you ended up straddling your boyfriend, one leg in between his and the other next to his waist as you made out. xiao's hand was tangled in the thin fabric of your shirt, soft moans and whimpers leaving your mouths as your tongues grazed against one another.

you pulled away with a gasp, watching with awe the strand of saliva that kept the two of you connected. xiao inhaled sharply through his nose, throwing his head back as he tried to steady his shaky hand. clearly had been affected by the kiss, but you didn't have to look at him to know the effects you had on him.

after all, your leg was pressed up right against his semi-hard cock.

the two of you looked at each other with half lidded eyes, and you smiled at the sight of xiao's flushed cheeks. unable to resist the urge, you leaned down to kiss them, grinning more at the small laugh he let out before the sound quickly tapered out into a gasp.

you began to kiss down his neck, reveling in the feeling of your lover pulling harder at your shirt. a particular kiss made him flinch and gasp again. "what- what was that?..."

you laughed, and xiao began to squirm at the feeling of your breath against his neck. he went into this knowing that it would feel nice, but the two of you hadn't even gotten to the good stuff yet, and he was already a mess. who knew how long he would last when you eventually went even further...

"your neck must be sensitive. if i suck at it a bit, it'll leave a mark," you spoke, taking a quick lick at the sensitive spot. "would you like me to leave a mark?"

xiao nodded quickly, and you grinned at his eagerness.

you began to suck and nibble at the spot, and the reaction from your lover was instant. he grasped at the back of your shirt, almost pulling it off of you as he used it as leverage. a choked moan left his mouth, and he threw his head back against the pillow at the feeling of you nibbling at his neck.

feeling something move against your thigh, you looked down, noticing that xiao had begun to unconsciously grind against you. leaving a quick kiss to soothe the steadily forming bruise, you reached down, brushing your hand against his clothed cock.

"can i touch you?" the sudden whisper surprised your boyfriend, but he quickly found himself nodding, his heart beating wildly as he watched you pull his pants down. his cock gently slapped against his stomach, twitching slightly at the cold air against it.

you wrapped your hand around it, and at that moment- xiao couldn't think. he could only focus on how warm your hand was, how you squeezed him just tight and- oh, god, you were moving it.

he wouldn't last long, and both of you knew it.

you began to quickly pump his cock, basking in the sounds of his moans as he tried to squirm away from the sensitive feeling. the sticky sound of you jerking him off and his moans echoed through the air, clouding your mind with a hazy feeling.

"fuck, could you-" xiao gasped, grasping at the now wrinkled sheets on your bed. he continued to squirm, and occasionally he would cry out and move in a way that made his pretty back arch. "just squeeze the top of your hand a bit, please, i'm so close!"

the last few words jumbled together into one long word as you did what he said, a small thought of if he ever touched himself like this crossing through your mind.

a chorus of 'yes's' and 'please's' echoed through the room as xiao's breathing began to quicken, ultimately culminating in a muffled moan into a pillow that had somehow gotten into his arms and over his face.

some of his cum splattered onto your hand, and a little bit went onto the bottom of his shirt and the bedsheets. you looked at the substance on your hand with, taking note of how xiao was staring at you with half lidded eyes as he basked in his post orgasm feeling. it wouldn't hurt to tease him a bit more, right?

you licked a long stripe up your hand, picking up the droplets of his cum and watching as his eyes widened in shock. xiao sat up quickly, about to pull your hand away from your mouth before you placed your clean hand on the side of his neck.

you pulled him in, kissing him and feeling as he melted into your touch, moaning slightly at the taste of himself. you pulled away, smirk on your lips as you took in his flushed expression.

"that was dirty." he spoke, voice shaky and slightly hoarse from him moaning. you shrugged, pressing your forehead against his and watching as his eyes closed at the soft contact. "i know. want to go a bit further?"

your boyfriend let out a small 'yes', and leaned in to kiss you for what definitely wouldn't be the last time that night.

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."

Hello! Could i ask for yan kazuha and venti with a reader who came from another world like the traveler? Gn pls :)

summary. venti and kazuha with an otherworldly darling

warnings. manipulation, unhealthy relationships, general yandere themes

venti ;

like the traveler, i think you ended up somewhere in mondstat, but unfortunately for you, it was venti who found you instead of amber.

from the very moment he saw you picking sunsettia in whispering woods, he was absolutely mesmerised. venti's a creep and a disgusting pervert, he can't help but stare when he finds someone attractive. and you, goodness, you just looked so delectable. your shirt lifted when you lifted your hand above you, exposing a bit of your tummy for him to view as he pleased. within just a few seconds, he was already hard, and his thoughts ran rampant.

he hid in one of the trees just a few yards away, watching intently as you stood on your tiptoes trying to reach a sunsettia that was too far up. he found it amusing the way you huffed, nearly falling over after attempting to jump up and grab it. you were adamant about getting that fruit, and venti saw it as the perfect opportunity to get acquainted.

he approached you with a friendly smile on his face, asking if you needed any help — to which you frantically said yes. he used his anemo powers to push himself off the ground and into the air, just high enough to grab the sunsettia you so desired. you were in complete awe when he landed and handed you the fruit. it nearly fell out of your hands when you jumped in his face asking how he did that.

that's how he found out you weren't from this world, and he took complete advantage of that fact. he told you a lot of lies, and you obliviously ate them all up without a second thought 'cause you trusted him fully. even if you were a bit hesitant about some things, there really wasn't anything you could do about it 'cause you knew absolutely nothing about the world of teyvat.

kazuha ;

kazuha saved your life, that's how the two of you met. during his travels in liyue he saw you surrounded by a pack of hilichurls, holding a mere stick as your only defense. kazuha's a gentleman, he couldn't just leave some helpless person to die when there was a possibility he could save them — so he did.

you thanked him profusely, telling him that you'll forever be indebted to him. he smiled politely and told you what he did was nothing, that anyone would do it. he was intrigued though. why would someone with little fighting prowess be so far out from liyue harbor where countless dangers lurked?

he kept his curiosity to himself, instead offering to stay with you in case you were attacked again. it wasn't till later when you learned he was okay to trust that he found out you were from another world. you told him you were all alone and scared cause you didn't know where you were or how you got here, but he comforted you.

you two got quite acquainted on your travels together. he loved hearing you talk about where you came from, but whenever you mentioned going back, he felt a twinge in his stomach that made him want to throw up.

he didn't want you to go back. you couldn't just leave him when he was there for you, protecting you from all the dangers of teyvat when you were all alone and helpless. it just wasn't fair, how could you even think about abandoning him like that? he got moody and withdrawn any time you said you wanted to go back, and poor, clueless you had no idea what was wrong with him.

he'll use manipulation to keep you with him — reminding you that you owe him your life for saving you. it makes you feel so guilty. but kazuha would do absolutely anything to keep you with him, even if that meant hurting you a little bit in the process.

Title: Clear As Porcelain.

Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.4k.

TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of Death/Injury, and Slight Dehumanization.

You heard Scaramouche’s laugh before you ever saw his face.

It might've been more like a cackle, actually – the noise so uneven and so cracked, you mistook it for the screeching of a wild animal, assumed a frightened boar or a very distressed bird had wandered into your storefront and would find its way out again, after it calmed down. You only thought to look up from the ceramic figurine you were painting (a commissioned piece of the Shogun in all of her awe-inspiring, ethereal grace) when you heard the door to your workshop crash open and hit the opposing wall with enough force to shake the contents of a shelf hanging nearby. He was standing there, disheveled, grinning, his clothes soaked and his eyes wild, and he was mumbling – to himself, at first, and then loudly, his voice spiking as his tone dipped into something sharp and erratic. “That bitch, she could’ve—She tried to take my fucking arm off. I’ll fucking kill her. I’ll choke her to death with her own fucking tail—”

“Sir,” You cut him off, turning to face him. His hair was partially seared, too, despite the fact that he looked like he’d just crawled out of the ocean. Faintly, you could smell traces of smoke and ozone, but you were more preoccupied by the puddle he was going to leave on your floor than whatever mess he'd clearly gotten himself into before barging into your shop. “We’ve already closed for the night. If you want to place an order, you can—”

“Shut the fuck up.” He was already limping forward, already shoving armloads of supplies and half-finished projects out of his way as he pulled himself onto your worktable. He stopped at the figurine, his grin faltering for a fraction of a second, but that was on the floor too soon enough. You heard something crack, but your attention was pulled away before you could evaluate the damage, back to Scaramouche, now lying on the wooden tabletop, pulling his tattering sleeve up to his shoulder. “Fix it. I don’t care how. I’ll pay you when you’re done, just make sure it looks like the rest.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it again just as quickly. The injury was on his bicep, if you could really call it an injury at all. It was more like… shattered porcelain, what should’ve been torn, bloodied skin replaced with ragged cracks and chipped paint. Some portions were missing entirely, giving way to black void. There was no blood, or muscle, or fat. There was nothing, save for the interior shell of his arm on the other side.

He was as hollow as a doll.

Huh.

You reached over him, to the other side of your table, grabbing the container of resin he’d nearly overturned. The hardener was already in your pocket, and you could mix your paint later on, while the plaster dried. You had a feeling he wouldn’t think to question it, if you took your time. “Please, try to hold still. I’ll be gentle.”

He didn’t. Honestly, you doubted he’d even heard you, too preoccupied with his own manic, meaningless rambling. You were able to convince him to lay down, to let you work on his bicep without having to worry that you’d leave him stuck to your table with a thin layer of white cement. You were able to lay the resin, and as you sanded down the excess, his ranting came back into earshot, his words once again beginning to form coherent thoughts, more or less. “She tried to kill me.I don't know why. She’d already killed, I don’t fucking know—” He brought up his free hand, gesturing vaguely. “—all of my men. I don’t know what she wants. What could she even do to me that her and her fucking girlfriend haven’t already done?”

The rest of his arm was porcelain, too. Disguised porcelain, sure, clearly meant to mimic flesh and bone, but you recognized good craftsmanship, the little methods and techniques employed to trick the eye and present dead clay as something else, something with more life inside of it. You wondered, briefly, if it was a prosthetic, but it would’ve had to start somewhere closer to his collarbone than his shoulder, and you could see his fingers twitching as you smoothed over rough mortar, as you did your best to make the patch indistinguishable from what you could see of his undamaged skin. If you could call it ‘skin’.

Suddenly, Scaramouche fell silent. After a moment, you realized he wanted a response. You hesitated, but forced yourself to say something, if only so you could focus on the task at-hand. “Does this kind of thing happen often?”

“She’s always wanted me dead.” You pushed your chair back. You’d been painting when he came in, but what little you’d had on your palette had long-since dried and cracked, and the rest of your supplies were in a cabinet hung on the far wall. You could feel his eyes boring into you as you searched for what you’d need. When you glanced over your shoulder, he didn’t bother trying to look away. “I don’t know what she has against me. I’ve never done anything to her, or that tyrant.”

“Some people just choose to be cruel, like that. There isn’t always a reason for it.”

His voice was quieter, now, slower. He let his head roll back, his attention falling to the ceiling. “People say I’m cruel.”

“You don't seem very cruel to me.”

He didn’t answer. By the time you found your way back to him, his eyes were closed, and he didn’t wake up until long after the sun rose the next morning.

~

A week after he left, a man in a uniform came to your door and announced that he’d been ordered to escort you to the estate of his master, the Balladeer, Honorable Lord Scaramouche. When you asked why you were being summoned, he told you to bring your tools, and you asked no other questions.

He received you in his parlor, a large room made just a little smaller by the painted screens that lined every wall, made just a little more oppressive by the fact that it was empty of all but you, Scaramouche, a low chabudai, and the tea tray that sat on top of it. You sat across from him, tucking your legs underneath you and keeping your tool kit at your side. No sooner than you'd settled into place, Scaramouche nodded, and the soldier took his leave, bowing and closing the door behind him.

He started, predictably. There was no greeting, but you hadn’t expected one, not really. Not from him. “I trust you've realized that our last transaction will have to stay between us.” Formal words, made to cut precisely and leave no room for error or argument, so unlike his manic rambling from the week before. It didn’t suit him, as a costume of fine lace and silk wouldn’t suit a child’s mangled toy. “It would be… inconvenient, for me and the organization I represent, if the Shogunate was forced to waste their time and look into our actions. I’m sure an investigation would be an issue for your business, as well, and make it difficult for us to reimburse you for the services you’ve already provided.” He paused, leaning onto the chabudai. “Wouldn't you agree?”

You didn’t hesitate, this time. “A client asked me to repair something very important to him. I don’t see why the Shogunate has to know anything else.”

There were no visible signs of approval, no hum or nod of his head. He closed his eyes, instead, and brought a hand up to the collar of his nagagi, toying with the fabric as he spoke. “And if this client asked you to make another repair, would you accept the job with the same discretion?”

A few minutes later, Scaramouche's nagagi was pooled around his waist and you were kneeling behind him, mixing your plaster as you looked over the array of lesions scattered across his back. They weren’t scars, exactly, and you didn’t want to call them open wounds. If anything, they were more similar to scrapes, deep scratches in his porcelain that darkened and cracked at the edges, forming a sprawling web of hairline fractures. It was a wonder he was still in one piece, honestly. It seemed like a strong gust of wind would be enough to shatter him.

It was a momentary impulse, as fleeting as it was self-serving, but before you could swallow it down, you ran your hand over his back, tracing over a cut that ran parallel to his spine. He tensed, glanced towards you, and you offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen something so…”

“Bizarre?” The suggestion was accompanied by a bark of laughter, a wild grin. “You nation has dancing tanuki and wandering spirits. You can’t tell me that I’m the only oddity you’ve ever run into.”

“Well-crafted,” You mumbled, already distracted. He was more awake than he had been last time you’d worked on him, more aware, and he shuddered as you spread the plaster over the uppermost lesion, curling into himself before he could correct his posture. “Oh, does that hurt?”

That wasn’t really what you meant, but Scaramouche didn’t give you a chance to correct yourself. “It’d hurt more to let my body cave in on itself, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I could use a different technique.” If the rest of his body was like his arm, he probably didn’t have a rib cage, or shoulder-blades, or anything you had to be wary of or avoid. Still, you tried to work around what might affect his mobility, and when it came time to cut away the excess, you worked quickly, unsure if he could feel what hadn’t already set. “Or, we could bring in a healer. They couldn’t use pyro or hydro, but—”

“That’s not an option.” He didn’t even give you a chance to finish, straightening his back and squaring his shoulders – nearly causing you to chip away a piece of his side, in the process. “This is going to stay between us. No one else has to know. It would be—” He cut himself off with an airy sigh, as shallow as it was exhausted. “I don’t need my subordinates spreading rumors about my ball-joints. You’re not to breathe a word of this to anyone, from the Shogunate or otherwise.”

You were quiet, for a moment.

Then, you leaned against him, resting one hand on the dip of his shoulder while the other fell to the small of his back, your fingertips pushing absentminded patterns into his cool skin. “For such an important client?”

He grit his teeth as you started, but didn’t make a sound.

“Consider it our secret.”

~

Six months and a dozen appointments later, you woke up on a bed, in the cabin of a ship, your wrists bound behind your back and a bruise beginning to form on your cheek from where his soldier had struck you before driving a needle into the side of your neck.

He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, gaze cast downward. When you began to stir, he , a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked over your bound form. If there was any part of him you didn’t care for, it would’ve had to be his eyes. They lacked something, a certain light that should’ve been there if he’d been made of something else, if he’d been just a little more alive. You doubted you could’ve done any better, but that didn’t mean you had to praise his lifeless stare.

“It was a new recruit. I’ll have his fingers broken when we dock – or if he’s foolish enough to show his face to me before then, the next time I see him.” For a second, you wondered what he was talking about, but his hand came up, cupping your injured cheek, and your confusion was quickly replaced with hollow irritation, traces of dampened panic. “I didn’t tell him not to hit you, but archons, you’d think one of these imbeciles would be able to think for themselves. If anyone on this ship so much as looks at you, tell me. The last thing I need to deal with is idiots as disobedient as they are stupid.”

“I don’t—” You tried to sit up, only to fall back onto your side immediately. Your vision blurred, spun, and your body felt weak, as if your blood had been drained from your veins and replaced with solid lead. He laughed as you clenched your eyes shut and shrunk into yourself, as you tried to get the world around you to stop moving, if only for long enough to let you catch your breath. “Scaramouche, I—”

“Kunikuzushi.” A slightly tightened grip, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone in a gesture that you could nearly call tender. “Say it for me.”

“Kunikuzushi…” Your voice was quiet, weak. You felt weak. You probably looked weak, too, but he didn’t seem to care. “Wha—What’s going on? I can’t—”  

He was grinning, now, the expression eager and unabashed. “It’s nothing you’ll have to worry about. Her Excellency has called me back to Snezhnaya, and I thought it would be wise to keep my dollmaker in the same country as myself.” A blade was produced from his belt, or a nearby dresser, or some other forsaken place, and the rope circled around your wrist was cut with no great amount of thought or ceremony. You were dragged into his lap with just as little ease, your head soon resting on his thighs and his fingers soon skirting over your neck, your shoulder. His hands were so cold, as if he’d never known an ounce of warmth in his life. As if he’d never bothered to make himself into anything more than damp clay. “I’ve already taken care of your store. You can thank me later on, when we go over what could and what couldn’t be salvaged from the fire.”

You took a long moment to remember how to use your tongue, how to speak with any confidence. Even after that, it still came out so quietly, you had to question if he heard you at all. “And if I don’t want to go with you?”

A light chuckle, in response, the noise wistful and idle and awful. “You will,” He said, the promise as hollow as he was.

“Soon enough, you'll only ever want to be by my side.”