I Just Saw Someone Respond To An Ask, And It Made Me Want To Be Standing On A Packed Bus, The Kind Of

Dragon hybrid zhongli who's fucking huge. He TOWERS over you with his horns, tail as thick as your leg and long forked tongue he just loves running all over and in you.

CW: fem!sub!reader + hybrid!zhongli + monsterfucking + size kink + forked tongue stuff + praise kink + the reader is a lovely little princess stuck in a tower with her big scary dragon

Dragon!Zhongli protecting his pretty, damsel in distress. His very own princess in her tall and mighty tower, guarding her against harm's way and making sure not a hair on her lovely head is ruined. You are just so angelic, so loving -- all by yourself, not another soul to keep you company except him. All for the sake of some fate, some destiny that a handsome prince will save you... except, that's hard with how well your dragon protects you.

But you much prefer Zhongli anyway! He is so nice to you and he sometimes lets you out of the castle when he deems it safe, supervising you as you explore the outside world, and always returning you to your room before it gets dark. He makes sure you have plenty to eat and clothes to wear, that you never go cold and never grow bored. You just adore him, and he finds it so endearing that someone so small and cute could like something as big and scary as him -- that you rush into his arms every chance you can get, begging him to take you outside or to sit in your room with you, pouting when he hesitates for even a second in his response.

Dragon!Zhongli who lets you sit in his big lap when the weather gets cold, keeping you nice and warm because his body is quite literally a furnace and in a matter of seconds that chill is gone and replaced with nothing but comfort. Who lets you pull him into your bed when the weather is bad, feigning fear all for the sake of him staying close through the night - he knows you are not genuinely scared, that you only crave affection, so he doesn't tease you about it too much.

Dragon!Zhongli who doesn't have the heart to tell you that, really, you can't be so clingy with him, don't you know you have a prince on the way? That he will inevitably have to surrender you just as the prophecy tells? But you confess that you want no prince, that you're tired of waiting on someone who isn't coming, that all you want is to stay with him in this stupid tower forever! That you wanna marry him instead of some man you hardly know!

Your confession shocks him, do you really mean it? You would prefer some scary dragon over a prince? He finds it cute how shy you get when admitting it, holding one of his huge hands in both of yours, your fingers barely wrapping around his pinky, and yet he swears your hands were made for his. You can barely meet his reptilian eyes, flustered beyond belief and wanting to show him just how deep your love goes, how much you adore him and worship the very ground he walks on. He can hardly believe it when you begin to untie the back of your dress, letting it fall gracefully to your ankles and exposing your body to him -- you want him to have all of you, every inch. You want him to make sure you truly belong to him, that way no one can ever steal you away. You want his cock to imprint on your womb, to stuff you full and train your cunt to take no one but him.

Imagine how good it must feel to have both of your ankles pinched in one of his hands, pinning your legs over your shoulder, admiring how easy it is for him to manipulate your body however he wants -- really if he wanted to, he could crush you into a million pieces. But what good would come from hurting his princess? Why should he hurt you when all he wants to give you is love? To drink you up and leave you feeling drunk off of his feelings for you. His tongue is just so long and thick, pushing between your folds and tonguing your clit, loving the way you squirm and writhe beneath him, trying to kick your legs but he has such a firm grasp on them -- and when his tongue slips inside of you, exploring your gummy innards, you came right then and there.

He had hardly touched you, and yet five minutes in you are convulsing on his mouth, bucking your hips and chasing every last second of your high -- he finds it cute, his usually modest, polite little princess now whining and begging him, riding his face and tugging at his horns. He wants to give you everything, to claim every inch of you tonight, to take all of your firsts and ruin you for everyone else. You will be his, even if it means bullying his fat cock into your velvety cunt.

Hello there! I hope you don’t mind (or if I’m not bothering) but is it possible to request yandere headcanons for Fire bird? Oh! Also, thank you for your amazing works (remember to take care of yourself!) and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Not at all, dear, I am more than happy to!

And thank you for the considerate words. You do that, too, alright?

⸸ O-02-101 (The Firebird) ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made a mythical creature from Slavic folklore into an attention-seeking pretty boy. OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

"Nothing brings this Abnormality as much joy as a good hunt would, especially when the prey being hunted is him."

⸸ Imagine...he was once a bird of legend. A volucris of such beautiful plumage that thousands of men died because of their greed for his feathers.

⸸ If he were to soar the skies in the dead of night, he would shine over the world like a second sun.

⸸ But now, his feathers had become so black, they look no different from the void in space. The only remainder of his former legendary status was the weak flame of his heart. It is burning just bright enough to show that he is alive...but not living.

⸸ People had long stopped believing in him. No longer do people consider his feather a sign of good fortune, nor are they willing to go on dangerous quests to hunt him down.

⸸ So, is there really still a point for his existence?

⸸ As would be expected from someone who craves attention, O-02-101 detests Insight work. Their poor darling who is only doing it because it is their job would have to endure the full brunt of his tantrum.

⸸ No, he will not lash out or speak up about it. That would be too indignant for someone magnificent like him. He isn't a savage like those Birds. Instead, his darling would have to realize what he wants on their own.

⸸ While they wipe away the beads of sweat rolling down their face, they fail to realize that the reason why the temperature is so hot, is because O-02-101 is fuming.

⸸ Because how dare they pay more attention to that funny machine on the wall. Was that thing more intriguing than him? Said funny machine is actually his containment unit's thermostat, and the poor agent is trying to adjust the room temperature.

⸸ He may consider himself better than than the other Abnormalities, but he wouldn't be classified as a WAW for nothing.

⸸ On the not so rare occasion he is upset about his darling, his containment unit's temperature would rise by one degree (in Celsius) for every line they cross. The normal room temperature is 10 degrees, which may seem cool enough...until one realizes how easily triggered he is.

⸸ To make matters worse for his darling, he is also triggered by positive treatment.

⸸ Just to list the few ways Agent N provoked him:

Not paying enough attention to him

Paying him too much attention

Complimenting his appearance

Rejecting his EGO gift

Mentioning Abnormalities, O-02-62, O-02-56, O-02-40, and F-01-37

...and the list goes on.

⸸ He doesn't mean to burn or hurt his darling...but he would be lying if he said seeing them struggle because of him doesn't bring him pleasure. He enjoys knowing that even like this, he is still a challenge to deal with. No one wants to look easy now, do they?

⸸ Rest assured, he would never let his darling die. The moment he sees them collapse, he will use his flames to regenerate their wounds, both physical and mental.

⸸ And as the Manager (and everyone else) would eventually realize, his concern for the agent is the only way to prevent him from trying to burn everything down. His sadism would naturally produce a high number of PE boxes, but his Qlipoth Counter level won't drop if he's too preoccupied with his beloved's wellbeing.

⸸ Though this shouldn't be abused because if their Darling truly does die, a single burning room will be the least of the Manager's problems.

"For the sake of the facility, it is better to sacrifice Agent N to avoid a department-wide fire by O-02-101."

⸸ The rule of thumb is: don't let him feel unnoticed or unappreciated. But remember to not stroke his ego too much that he feels confident enough to breach.

⸸ In the event that he does, he will most likely just be following his beloved agent around. The facility's temperature may rise dramatically, but this is nothing lethal compared to what he will be provoked.

"O-02-101 may love to be sought after, but that doesn't mean the Abnormality won't pay back kindly in its own way. Unless the facility has enough fire-extinguishers, do not suppress it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Anon, your request inadvertently opened up a lot of ideas for me.

⸸ Elsa's Snow Queen/King's headcanons

⸸ Firebird's rivalry against the Birds of Black Forest and SQ/K

⸸ Or maybe said birds begrudgingly 'sharing' their darling

jade-encased | yan ningguang x reader

ningguang doesn't think much of your protests at all. is she not merely giving you the life you deserve? all those pesky matters, food and shelter and survival—they're long past her concerns now, so they should also be long past yours.

ningguang isn't frugal, but she isn't ostentatious either. but when it comes to you, she's willing to drape you in the finest silk, the most expensive jewels—always beautiful, never to the point of distaste, but always too heavy, too impractical.

and when you complain, tell her, "I'd like to wear my old clothes, ningguang, there's no need for all these lavish gifts," she gently touches your jaw and sighs. shakes her head tells you that it's alright, you don't have to reminisce or be afraid. you've left that life behind. you'll never have to worry about finding your next meal, shivering in the cold in a shelter that's too creaky to be sturdy.

to ningguang, mora is nice. mora is to be treasured. but it's also meant to be invested, and you're more than all the mora and wealth that ningguang has. so she'll hide you away in the safety of her jade chamber, attended to by only the most trusted in her employ. and anything you could ever want—food, dance, entertainment—she has it carried all the way up the skies of teyvat, spread out for your liking on the courtyard of the jade chamber.

ningguang will lead you by the hand, whenever she bundles you up in the cold winter air to take you outside for a breather. her fingers will rest on your shoulder, nail pricking your neck, an invisible leash at your throat as you both look down at the city. she'll tell you that this will all be hers one day, with that familiar glint in her eyes. she'll say the shadow of the jade chamber will cover all of skies above liyue and beyond, and that whatever becomes hers will be yours too.

she doesn't say that whatever is yours is hers too. she doesn't need to. the glint in her eyes is familiar for a reason. she always has it whenever she looks at you. a lidded gaze, calculating and careful and just shy of covetous, luxuriating in your presence like glaze lily in joyful song. basking in the satisfaction of knowing you will always be here, right next to her, the most lovely of all trophies in her possession.

ᵔᴗᵔ . . 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿 !

ᴖ.ᴖ . . fem! reader ⁝ wc. 1.2k ⁝ reblog

𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 [𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗿]

“if only you can talk…” you crouch on the ground to pet your cat. it watches you curiously. tilting its head, it meows back at you.

come as no surprise, you find a lone lavender melon waiting on your kitchen window sill. inspecting the fruit in hand, you note that it was a day early from growing ripe. whoever left it must’ve factored in the timeframe of when you’d stumble upon it.

it previously bewildered you to see them appear without fail considering it was situated on your moody companion’s claimed surface area. you were thoroughly impressed to see that you had yet to be faced with complaints of a cat attack. after all, it was rather protective of you and your home.

members of the village know what an enormous grump it is; even hissing at greetings or coos from kind strangers.

today ultimately marks the nth moment you received a little present from your supposed ‘admirer.’ frankly speaking, you beg to differ. why would an admirer leave fruit instead of flowers? it made no sense. you’re more likely to believe that it’s simply a good samaritan and nothing more.

you tried to actively gather information from your neighbors in the past. alas, it was all for naught. they couldn’t give you anything useful, it was too vague, stating he’s an unfamiliar face wandering the quaint village. placing the lavender melon in a water filled basin, you carefully wash it and place it in a bowl with other fruits you were waiting to ripen.

with that out of the way, you prepare for your travel to town. slipping on your boots, you sense the unwavering glower of your companion. you guess it wouldn’t hurt to bring it along with, you just window shopping for future purchases.

“fine… you can come along, little one,” you playfully sigh, as you boop its nose.

the hike was a blur. your mind fully distracted with thoughts of your alleged shy admirer—who he was, what he looks like and his personality, and why he was doing this. you were immediately pulled away from your daydream after you take one step into the market.

the environment was bustling to the brim with chatters of a newcomer. it was a big deal for a small community like your village. the tiniest change received much attention. and although you couldn’t discern their murmurs, you were able to catch at least two words.

eccentric wanderer.

the rumblings grow louder, inevitably seizing your attention and forcing you to follow where it comes from. to your utter shock, your feline companion meanders right under your nose. it was rubbing itself against the leg of a young man in peculiar clothing. despite its scuffed fabric, you can still tell it was made from the finest cotton in inazuma.

nonetheless, that isn’t what you focused on. your stare falls on the lavender melons in his arms. when your gaze met his own, he visibly shrinks at the attention. the poor thing looks frightened, hiding behind the veil draped over his head. your pet cat continues to purr for his affection, which raised a few brows—including yours.

he didn’t loosen up until you offer him a small grin and wave his way. his eyes widen in childlike wonder at you before red colors the tips of his ears and the apples of his fair cheeks. in the softest voice you’ve ever heard, he says,

“it appears fate has called for us to finally meet.”

𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶 [𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀]

since your younger years, you’ve heard tales about guardian angels from the elders of your community. they tell you that each being in this life has one of their own watching over them. truthfully, you didn’t believe them. you thought it was a load of rubbish. if it were true, then what do they make of those who perished for mondstadt’s freedom?

be that as it may, it didn’t stop their taunts. the sisters from the cathedral coo that you must’ve been looked after by the anemo archon himself! the less loony, but loony regardless, tease the wind sprite must be fond of you. the first three incidents they list can be passed off as coincidences in your eyes.

it first took place on a super windy day. your freshly washed laundry was swept off the clothes line to only heaven knows where, just to return neatly folded on your doorstep the next morning. the second time it happens, you were helping amber and the traveler decorate the main square of the city tor the windblume festival.

you stand on a ladder, as you mull over on how to fasten the flora banner to the building’s exterior when you accidentally lose your footing. gasps echo the area, preparing for the worst when a strong gust of wind passes, cradling you for a graceful landing. amber dashes to where you lay and fusses over you for any injuries.

aether, on the other hand, stays a foot behind you two while he waits for instructions. a breathless chuckle escapes your lips when it clicks in his mind who saved you.

and last but not least, possibly the most significant one and what had you second-guessing yourself, it plays out on your way home one evening after a day of running errands. you were walking on the grassy road outside of springvale when you hear a few hilichurls come near your direction. you can’t explain what occurs next without sounding like you’ve gone mad.

a gust of wind breezes past your figure, rustling the bushes distances away. it snatches the attention of the behemoths and earns you a window to flee. it was hereafter you start noting every unusual encounter. though, it was a senseless chat over a bottle of dandelion wine, a tiny remark from the town bard about your woes changed your mind.

“from your story, i’d say the anemo archon is greatly fond of you, miss,” venti slurs, then downs his nth swig of the night. the warm lighting of the tavern displays his inebriated state, highlighting the redness of his cheeks.

you’ve heard it one too many times. you would’ve scoffed at him if you weren’t sincerely piqued by what he had to say. it had you resting your arms on the table and leaning in to get a better look of his face. “the anemo archon?”

“hm...” he lazily nods his head along. “did you not know that he is still one with the wind? besides, it’s typical of barbatos to grow attached to his people. have you not heard of the stories? however… i have yet to hear a tale similar to yours.”

venti shrugs. “maybe the almighty god is endeared by a fair maiden like yourself.”

you didn’t reply.

you swallow the remainder of your drink before bidding him goodbye. deep down, you didn’t accept his answer. it made no sense at all! why would an archon fawn over a mortal? it sounds absurd. you make haste to return home and piece it together yourself.

without your knowledge, the subject of what’s been on your mind was overseeing your journey back. venti releases a big sigh of relief once he senses you set foot in your cottage safe and sound.

Imagine aether right, and you know how literally in dialogue options he's starting to get more annoyed with people asking him things and never helping him so he just has that pent up anger, well imagine reader (not being aware of this anger) asking him for a favor and he just snaps

and then noncon things happen

(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, loss of virginity)

You’re too nice. He knows this. From the way you constantly apologize after you make your request, to the way you fidget anxiously in front of him, it’s obvious you’re just a shy citizen in need of some help. Aether has quite the reputation among the nations, not only as their helping hand but also as a strong-willed traveler who can defeat all sorts of powerful enemies without breaking much of a sweat. When he isn’t traveling and fighting, he’s helping people complete simple tasks. Like raking leaves, saving wanderers from hilichurls and slimes, and even making food deliveries. It gets tiring after a while—having so many people rely on you to do their daily chores. At first it didn’t bother him; he’s happy to help and get the reward in return.

Now he’s just exhausted. After the events that transpired in Inazuma, he desperately needs a break. It seems like Aether can never go a single day without being pestered by someone in need of help. It’s annoying. At this point the payment is hardly enough to keep him invested. Why can’t people do these things themselves? They’re perfectly capable! Why ruin his good evening with their frivolous, simple requests?Can’t they see that he needs his rest—that his ultimate goal isn’t helping people? It’s finding his sister and he hasn’t gotten any closer to achieving that goal!

So when you ask him to look for a bracelet you lost while doing some work around the house, Aether is so fed up. He spent the majority of his day helping people and he was hoping he could avoid helping one more person until tomorrow. But you just had to stop him on his walk. Just had to ask him for help. Just had to lose a bracelet, which is something you can look for perfectly on your own. Something snaps inside him when he eyes your anxious features and hears your stuttering apology. You’re not truly sorry, are you? It’s just a ploy to get him to sympathize with you—to help you out of the kindness of his heart.

You can keep whatever payment you have for him.

For someone so slim and short, he’s stronger than you thought he’d be. He grabs you with rough, calloused hands and you let out a startled noise. He’ll help you as long as you help him; that’s fair enough, isn’t it? The least you could do is offer your help in return since he’s always helping so many people. And it’s easy to keep your wrists pinned above your head while he grabs at the fabric of your shorts and rips a sizable hole in it. Your underwear meets the same fate, torn with brute strength alone. You’re too stunned to speak or struggle and your body trembles against the wall he’s pinned you against.

It’s only when you feel something prodding at your entrance that the words come to you. “S-Sorry! I’m sorry, so please—“

One of Aether’s hands leaves your wrists and comes to cover your mouth when he thrusts in. Your cries are muffled as he fills you up, slotting himself inside your tight, gummy walls all the way to the hilt. Your ass is pressed against his hips, his cock hitting all the spots your fingers could never reach, and you try to reason with him.

“Hm?” he mumbles, somewhat dazed. It’s been so long since he’s relieved himself. His hand isn’t enough; he needs to be inside someone warm and soft, and you’re perfect for that. In truth, you just caught him in a bad, pent-up mood. He’d apologize, but it seems like you’ve already done enough of that. “Speak up. I can’t…mmh. Can’t hear you.”

His hand pulls away from your mouth and he’s happy he did that because now he can hear your pretty voice. Your sobs and moans mix together so wonderfully when he pulls out and eases himself inside once more. You’re babbling nonsense, saying whatever comes to your mind in hopes that he might take it easy on you. Are you a virgin? He’s certain that word slipped from your lips. Oh, but now he feels a little bad for roughing you up like this. :( No wonder your virgin hole is hugging his cock so tightly and you’re crying a lot. It must hurt, right?

That’s too bad. He needs you to be good for him. Just let him use you for a little bit and then he might consider looking for that bracelet. You can be good for him, can’t you?

“Feels good,” he comments, his breath brushing against your ear. “Inside. Feels really good. You’re doing well. Just—hah… Just stay like this.”

It takes a while before you can actually ignore the horrible pain and focus on the delicious sensation of his cock moving in and out of you. It breaks your poor heart that your first time isn’t anything like how you dreamed it would be. Aether’s grip on your wrists lessens and you manage to find his hand amidst everything, feebly gripping it.

Aether’s not sure why he hasn’t done this sooner. You’re perfect for him, a warm, snug place for his cock. And it feels so good to finally take what he wants—to finally help himself to this. You really did catch him on a bad day. He can’t find it in himself to complain about how everyone seems to need his help and can’t do anything for themselves when he’s so close to cumming. Forget being angry. Now he just wants to finish inside of you. You’ll let him, won’t you?

GENSHIN + MORNING SEX

「 CHARACTERS 」 ⋮ alhaitham, scaramouche, diluc + kazuha

— length ⋮ 2k words (about 500 each)

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, unprotected sex + slight exhibitionism (alhaitham), praise kink + hand jobs (scaramouche), somnophilia + fingering + edging + clit slaps + begging (diluc), unprotected sex + overstimulation + praise kink + creampie (kazuha)

— notes ⋮ this started as separate drabbles for diluc and alhaitham but they were too short to stand alone sobs. also it’s my first time writing kazuha for @dottores

❀ 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌.

“h-haitham…” you gasp, feeling alhaitham’s teeth just barely graze your nipples as he sucks at the skin, his other hand cupping your tit and rubbing a thumb along the pebbled bud. “kaveh’s just down the hall—”

“and?” he raises a brow, making you huff.

“and he’ll hear,” you hiss, pulling a scoff from him as he pulls the material of your pants down your thighs.

“then i guess you’ll just have to keep it down,” he hums, a smug grin tugging at his lips, making your core ache—and sometimes, you hate him. sometimes, you hate that just the look on his face alone is enough to convince you to cave, legs spreading as your glistening folds are exposed for him. 

he taps the fat tip of his cock against your clit, making you whimper in anticipation as he slides along your entrance, coating himself in your slick and smearing his leaking pre cum along your folds. and you try—to your credit, you really do try to stay quiet…but the burning stretch of alhaitham’s thick girth as he slides into you is enough to make you let out a weak sob. 

“f-fuck—haitham, please,” you gasp, “more, need more…so big.” 

he grins widely, letting out a low chuckle as he angles his hips and fucks into you, tip pressing against your sweet spot with enough force to make your nails dig into his shoulders as you mewl. his navel bumps against your clit, and the tight clamp of your walls around his painfully hard cock pulls a low grunt from him against your ear. 

“so tight,” he chokes, “f-fuck, you’re so good for me, yeah? a-always…always take me so well. gonna fill you up,” he rasps as your walls flutter around him and a mix of your arousal and his pre cum form a ring around the base of his cock. 

he thrusts his hips into you harshly, the squelching sound of his length drilling into you filling the quiet of the morning along with your desperate moans and his low grunts. it’s sure to catch the attention of your boyfriend’s roommate, but alhiatham can’t bring himself to care. it’s his house—and he’ll fuck you against the walls out in the open if he so chooses, he reasons. 

his eyes darken as your hand covers your mouth, trying your hardest to muffle the sounds that rip from your throat as he bullies his cock deep into your dripping cunt. 

“what, you don’t want him to hear how good i make you feel? is that the issue?” he sneers, wrapping a hand around your wrist and tugging your hand away from your mouth, making you gasp as he rolls his hips and hits a particularly sensitive spot against your walls. his thumb finds your clit, rolling harsh circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves, pulling a loud whine from you as you throw your head back and let your eyes flutter shut. “are you hearing yourself? do you hear how good i give it to you?” 

you’re too busy sobbing at the way the blunt head of his length hits your sweet spot with every roll of his hips to focus on the knocking on the door—the same knocking that makes alhaitham smirk as he quickens his pace, making sure you scream his name even louder to drown out a certain blonde as he demands peace and quiet.

❀ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄.

scaramouche has places to be as a harbinger—duties to get to and a job that keeps him rather occupied. rationally, he should be out the door by now…but your lips are a lot more enticing than carrying out his responsibilities. he tells himself he’ll pull away after just one more second, after just one more extra moment feeling you against him.

but then you start rubbing against him like that, and the bulge in his pants forming can’t be helped. it’s your fault—it’s your fault he’s late…but somehow, he doesn’t really seem like he minds. 

“if you have to go, then go,” you tease, pulling a growl from him as he glares at you. the hard-on between his legs is aching—throbbing to sink into your wet cunt and feel the tight hug of your walls. he shoots you a warning glance, making you giggle as you reach under his waistband and free his hardened cock. it’s heavy in your hands, red and flushed at the tip and weeping with beads of pre cum that have you hungry for the taste of him on your tongue. 

you stroke him languidly a few times, smearing his arousal around the sensitive skin, squeezing around his tip and pulling a weak groan from his throat. 

“d-don’t even think about teasing,” he glowers, making you chuckle before you press gentle kisses along his cheek, pressing your lips over his closed eyes until they travel to the tip of his nose. he gasps, biting his lips and whining as your hand brushes away stray strands of hair from his forehead and cups his cheek. 

“so pretty, kuni,” you murmur, “you look so pretty like this, you know. love you,” you breathe against his lips, pressing a soft peck against his mouth as he moans into yours. 

your thumb grazes his slit, teasing the tip of his cock, making his hips buck into your fist as he chases the friction. your other hand moves to cup his balls, squeezing and fondling them as your palm drags up and down his length quickly. his breathing is erratic now, harsh and labored as breathy whines fill the room with every second he approaches his orgasm. 

“i—’m gonna cum,” he rasps, “f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum…don’t stop,” he tries to demand, but the tone in his voice is bordering on a plead, almost as desperate as the way his hips fuck up into your hand to chase his release. 

you press lingering kisses along his jaw and cheeks, whispering hushed praises and gentle promises that you won’t stop—not until he’s cum for you and painted your hand white with his release. 

“s’ok, kuni,” you murmur, “just cum for me, okay? c’mon, baby.” 

with a choked gasp, he falls over the edge, thick ropes of cum shooting from his tip and coating your hand as you work him through his orgasm, taking in the sight of his parted mouth and closed eyes, taking in the blissed-out expression as he breaks under your touch. 

and scaramouche has things to do and places to be—but he can’t bring himself to leave the comforts of your arms as you wrap them around him gently. 

❀ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂.

diluc wakes up earlier than you every morning—it’s the norm. but sometimes, on days he comes home particularly late and roughed up, on days that are rare and far in between, you wake up to the sight of him still in bed, nestled under the sheets with crimson streaks that paint the pillowcase. 

it’s hard to resist him, and even harder to ignore the slight bulge of his morning wood that already taunts you. you argue it couldn’t hurt—and how could it when he sounds so pretty as he groans in his sleep with just a simple touch? your hand tucks under his boxers to expose his hardened cock from its confinements, slowly stroking it and smearing the leaking pre cum around his thick girth. 

it’s not long until his eyes blink open, peering up at you confused as he sucks in a harsh breath and moans at the way you squeeze around his swollen tip.

“f-fuck—what’s gotten into you—”

“luc,” you whine, “need you so bad,” you grab his hand, bringing it to feel the dampness forming between your legs, making his breath hitch.

and every plan he has for the morning flies out the window—diluc is a busy man with a busy schedule, but he’s never too busy for you. he doesn’t waste too much time rolling over you and pinning your hands over your head, leaning to kiss gently along your neck as his fingers sink into your dripping cunt. he’s purposefully slow—takes his time sinking his digits in and curling them against your sweet spot, rolling his palm over your clit with a ghost of a touch that has you whimpering. 

“i suppose i’ll just have to give you a lesson on being patient, won’t i?” he mumbles, bullying his fingers in and out of you painfully slow, pulling a needy whimper from your lips.

“faster,” you plead, “please, i wanna cum, luc. go faster, ‘s not enough—”

“be patient,” he growls, pulling his fingers out to land a warning slap against your clit, making you writhe against the sheets as you sob. the ache between your legs is painful—you want to feel the burning stretch of his thick cock, the familiar friction of his veins dragging along your walls as he splits you open. but he has other plans—plans that consist of teaching you a lesson for waking him up so selfishly…even if he can’t really say he minds it.

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, tears gathering at your lash line, “jus’ needed to feel you, ‘s all,” you pout, and he leans to press a soft kiss to your jaw, thumb teasing your clit as your walls clench painfully around nothing.

“i know,” he hums, “but i still have to teach you about being patient, love.”

❀ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀.

kazuha is a little bit greedy—just a little selfish when it comes to you and the way you feel under his body. he wakes up to you nestled against his side, pressed against him firmly and close enough that he can almost hear the pounding of your heart. you fit against him so well, and your hips curve into his hands a little too perfectly—who is he not to appreciate the feeling of you molding against his touch?

it’s not long until he has you pinned underneath him, his breath hot against your neck as he pants into your skin, hips sloppy and out of rhythm as he ruts into you desperately. he’s lost count of how many times he’s fucked you full of his load—of how many times you’ve cum around his cock as he pulls you into orgasm after orgasm. 

“k-kazu—”

“shh,” he coos, pressing sweet kisses to the tears on your cheeks, brushing his nose against yours as his fingers lace to connect your hands. he’s sweet—so sweet even as he utterly destroys you, the pleasure mingling with pain as you sob from the sensitivity. “just one more, love. i promise one more is all i want.”

it’s a lie—it’s what he said the last time, and the time after that, you think. the sun’s rays pour through the curtains, kissing your overheated skin and glistening the surface with sweat as he drills his spent cock into your dripping cunt. 

“c-can’t,” you protest weakly, wobbly lips and teary eyes peering up at him, pulling at his heartstrings with how perfect you look. “‘s too much—’m gonna…gonna break,” you gasp.

“now, let’s not be dramatic,” he chuckles, nipping at the skin along your jaw, sucking gently before kissing the marks he paints along every inch of you he can reach. “you want to be good, don’t you? wouldn’t you…ngh—” he cuts himself off with a weak groan as you squeeze around him, letting out a shaky breath, “—w-wouldn’t you want to be good for me?”

and you ponder his words so carefully before nodding, making him stare at you affectionately as you hiccup through cries and latch onto him tightly. you pull him into a needy kiss, whining against his mouth and letting him swallow your moans as he slams the blunt head of his cock against your sweet spot, curving into you and dragging his thick veins along your tight walls. 

it’s too much—but somehow, you can’t help but ache to give him more. 

“yes, ‘m good,” you nod, “wanna be good.”

“so perfect,” he breathes, and with another press of his mouth to yours, you come undone, mewling as your walls spasm around him and pull a low grunt from his lips, making his hips falter before he’s whining and spilling yet another load into your abused cunt. “love you—love you so much…so perfect.”

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Do you write for Kazuha and Diluc yet? I read your blanket hog thing and I'm wondering what they'd be like, please? ;w;

I do write for them, yes! I was planning on doing a part two of that as well since so many people liked it. I’ll definitely add them in this one!

Genshin Men With Blanket Hog Reader Part 2

Warnings: Use of pet names, a little suggestive at Kazuha’s part but nothing explicit

Diluc

This man is rarely ever sleeping in bed at night

He’s either working late nights at Angel’s Share, or fulfilling his duties at the Dark Knight Hero

So when he has came home early in the morning to see you still sleeping, blankets wrapped around you, he had a good idea that he would be better off bringing his own blankets.

On nights where he does lay beside you to go to sleep, you two always cuddle up underneath the covers.

And Diluc always wakes up in the middle of the night because of the cold air

To which he just sighs, reaches down to get the spare blankets, and drapes them over himself before going back to sleep

He’s a man that adapts to situations, and this is no different

Sometimes when he wakes up, he just stares in wonder and confusion at how you even managed to get the blankets wrapped around you so tight

He’s almost convinced that you do it on purpose sometimes just to annoy him

He secretly finds it adorable though. He’s a stoic man with a soft heart.

He goes right back to cuddling you too with a sigh of annoyance once he’s situated with his own blankets

Kaeya

This man smirks and tries not to laugh

He has photos on his Kamera of you hogging the blankets in the most inhumane positions ever

He uses those photos to tease you

“Oh, Jean, look at this one with my dearest in the blankets practically covered in drool-“

“Kaeya I will kill you.”

He’s even hung the photos around the house and cackled as you lectured him about it with an embarrassed blush on your face

Much like Childe, although more gentle, he will snatch the blankets away from you to give himself some warmth

Which causes you to snatch them back

You both just go back and forth till he pins you down by hugging you

With your protests being ignored, he wraps the blankets around the both of you and goes to sleep

I’m pretty sure you do it almost nightly just to have him hug you to sleep

Which I mean, I’m not judging, I’d do the same

Although there have been nights where he has gotten slightly annoyed that you took the blankets away from him for the fifth time within the past hour

During those times, he’s tempted to keep the blankets in place with ice

He actually did that one time, which you had to explain to him that that’s counterproductive cause now it’s extra cold in the room

He just shrugged, “At least now you get to feel what I feel dearest, now, come here and let me cuddle you for warmth. Maybe then you’ll leave the blankets alone, hm?”

Kazuha

Ever the gentleman, he’ll let you have the blankets

He doesn’t want to disturb you from your sleep, you look so peaceful

He instead settles on cuddling close to you for warmth

On a particularly cold night at sea, he woke up shivering

He tried to slowly wedge the blanket out from under you, but ultimately ended up waking you up

He smiled at you before apologizing, “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to wake you, please go back to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up once more,”

You felt so bad, especially with how you saw him shivering like a leaf in a harsh storm

Since that night, you made it an effort to tuck him into bed first to ensure the blankets stayed on him

Beidou teases you both for it ever since she accidentally walked in on you tucking him in one night

During a conversation when Beidou was teasing you guys about it, he just smiled at her before stating, “I’m just grateful that that’s all you walked in on us doing.”

Cue a spit take from Beidou and her cackling like a madman

You had to walk away from the shear amount of ignominy you felt coursing through your system

Kazuha just gave a soft grin as he watched you walk away

Yae Miko

Early into the relationship, she would have gently woken you up and asked for the blankets back

Then she would cuddle in close to keep you from moving around so much

If you kept taking the blankets, then she would zap you till you gave them up

Not in a harmful way, but just enough to make it tickle

She’ll have you in tears from laughing until you’ve learned your lesson

She also just loves your laugh but don’t tell anyone that

Later into the relationship, once she knows she can truly trust you, she’ll sleep on the bed with you in her fox form

At that point, you can hog all of the blankets if you’d like to. Her fox form keeps her warm enough

She’ll snuggle up to you in her sleep, her tail and ears flickering every now and then

Then in the morning, since she wakes up before you, she’ll turn back and pepper your face in kisses before leaving to go do shrine duties

10/10 best person to hog the blankets from

actually, one final thought - yandere diluc who wants a portrait painted of you but needs someone who will be . . . discreet. kaeya, when diluc very very carefully pokes around the idea without giving anything away, recommends albedo.

albedo is as beautiful as his art. and though you are never left alone with him - adelinde watches over you - you cannot help but be charmed by his soft smile and his blunt open-ended words (so different from diluc’s own delusional insistence that he loves you, that he is protecting you, that this is necessary). you cannot help but look forward to seeing him.

(the portrait is almost scandalous - having adelinde there and hearing of albedo’s reputation has made diluc bold. a draping white chiffon gown shows bare shoulder, milky white pearls around your throat - a gift from diluc, with a centre pendant of rubies for a splash of his colour - emphasising the swell of your chest and the line of your shoulder).

albedo is not clueless. he picks up on tiny context clues most would miss; contrives to ask adelinde to fetch him some water one day, or cause some other disturbance, and asks you flat-out if you are captive. tells you of his little cabin on dragonspine that he can find a way to spirit you off to, if you only say the word. that afterwards he will help you rebuild a life and keep you safe from diluc, he is a knight, you can trust his word—

(you are lovely to look at, a perfect muse. interested in him. gentle and warm and soft. you ignite a feeling in albedo he does not yet understand, spurred on all the more by bare shoulders and soft fabrics. he thinks this is what it is to want).

a cabin on dragonspine is just another cage. at least albedo does not placate you with empty whispers about how he is doing this for you. when you call albedo a monster, he simply tilts his head to one side and continues his sketching. if you ever were to try and escape . . . well. you would not get very far, would you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It truly was my pleasure, Miss."

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

"Is it true? Are you absolutely sure?"

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

"I thought he didn't like Opera Houses"

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

revoked privileges

𓍢 summary. taking away their cuddling privileges for a month after a fight had happened

𓍢 cw. grammatical mistakes may occur, having to reject their cuddle sessions, usage of call signs

𓍢 includes. childe, diluc, albedo, scaramouche, kazuha

part two

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