^Fluff, why is there a photocard of you at the Back of Arlan's ID pass?
= Quiet Comfort (Dan heng x reader)
^Fluff, getting caught cuddling in the archive room
= A night of relief (Caelus x Reader)
^SMUT!!! When Cealus is tired
= HSR MEN VOICE LINES ABOUT YOU
^Fluff, Dan Heng, Sampo, Welt, Gepard, Argenti
= What's taking so long? (Sampo x reader)
^Smut, (Has extended ver, on patreon)
= Secretly working in a maid cafe (Request)
^Fluff, Dan Heng and Sampo Koski
= HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! (Request)
^Fluff, Dan Heng x reader
_ RESIDENT EVIL ( NO LONGER WRITING)
Scenarios !
= First Kiss (Multi. Characters x Reader [Separate])
= Betrayal's Edge (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Angst, Leon faces off with a masked stranger in a dark alley. During the intense fight, he senses something unusual. When the mask comes off, he’s shocked to see it’s you. You apologize, saying there are forces at play beyond your control. Leon struggles with trust, because he loved you way too much and you... but before he can decide, everything went black. {WARNINGS: VIOLENCE AND INTENSE ACTION SCENE, KNIFE AND GUN COMBAT, BETRAYAL, CONFLICT, DEATH (?)}
= A love beyond life (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Angst, On a dark, desolate island, Leon Kennedy fights for his life against a horde of ugly and disgusting creatures but also dangerous. When a monstrous attack leaves him wounded, you rush to his side, trying to save him. Realizing that basic first aid won't be enough, you make a desperate decision: you'll donate your heart to save his life. Despite Leon's pleas, you insist, driven by love. {WARNINGS: Graphic violence and gore, distress and intense feelings, Themes of self-sacrifice and impending death, Descriptions of severe injury}
= I wanna be yours (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Fluff, Dancing w/ him while the music plays.
= Christmas Chaos (Albert Wesker x Reader)
^Fluff to Angst (?), At the BSAA Christmas party, Leon and the team are enjoying the festivities when Albert Wesker crashes the gathering, casting a tension over the celebration.
= Bear Paw (Chris Redfield x Reader)
^Fluff, At a café, you and your friends, including Chris Redfield, are enjoying an afternoon together. You notice the size difference between your hand and Chris's, playfully commenting on it.
= Aiming for yo Love (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Fluff, You ask Leon to how to hold and use a gun.
= Cuddles (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Fluff, Giving cuddles to Leon after a stressful mission.
= Like father like daughter (Parent!AlbertWesker x Parent!Reader)
^Fluff, What if… You and Wesker’s teen daughter, has his eyes? AND ITS GLOWING WHEN SOMEONE GETS HER PISSED???
= Happy Father's Day! (Multi. Characters x Reader {Separate})
= Medical Love (Luis Sera x Reader)
^Fluff, you wake up feeling unwell, only to be pleasantly surprised by your caring Spanish boyfriend, Luis, who returns with medicine and water to help you feel better.
= Used (Albert Wesker x Reader)
^Angst, Wesker confronts you that the relationship between you and him was all just a fantasy. He didn't care what you were feeling, leaving you feeling hurt, betrayed, and questioning everything you believed about the relationship. {WARNINGS: manipulation, betrayal, and heartbreak}
= Small Hands (Carlos Oliveria x Reader)
^Fluff, he finds it cute about how small your hands is.
= Under those sheets (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Fluff, After care after the sjdnjsdhfosudh.
= Warm Enough? (Chris Redfield x Reader)
^Fluff, Chris lending his coat to you when your shivering cold.
= Them Simping at You (Multi. Characters x Reader [Separate])
^Fluff
= Giving them silent treatment (Multi. Character x Reader [Separate])
^Fluff
= Highschool Crushes (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Fluff
= A scene that haunts him forever (Multi.Character x Reader [Separate])
^Angst, He comes home not expecting the place full of blood… You and your child’s blood…
= You wearing a bunny suit (Multi.Character x Reader [Separate])
^Implied smut
= I'm quiting my job for you (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Fluff
= Will you mary me? (Multi. Character x Reader [Separate])
^Fluff
= BEST DAD (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Fluff, y/n and leon playing with their precious Daughter and his daughter and wife suprise him with a costume from an animeand persuade him to try it for a family matching costumes.
= Driving Dilemma (Leon Kennedy x Reader) w/chris
^Crack, leon and reader fight over who drives, and then Chris ultimately end up driving bc they were taking too long.
= How about me?? (Leon Kennedy x Fox girl!Reader)
^Fluff, Just Leon gettiing jealous when you keep getting head pats from chris
= Kissing Him Randomly (Multi.Character x Reader [Separate])
^Fluff
= Sick days huh (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Fluff, your sick, and Leon's taking care of you.
= Cuddling w/ the Doc (Luis Sera x Reader)
^Fluff
= Why are you sleeping on the couch? (Multi.Character x Reader [Separate])
^Fluff
= Soft Spot (Albert Wesker x Reader)
^Fluff, At first, you were taken aback by Wesker’s kindness, as his cold and calculating demeanor is well-known. However, as the both of you spend more time together, you began to see a different side of Wesker.
= Partners to Lovers (Luis Sera x Reader)
^Fluff to Angst (?), you, a BSAA agent, initially hesitant to work with Luis Sera due to his past, find yourself drawn to his charm and wit. After a passionate night together, you realize your feelings for him go deeper.
= He snaps (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Angst to fluff, your just worrying for Leon and he accidentally goes off on you.
= Dengerous Heart (Multi.Character x Reader [Separate])
^Fluff, Chris, Leon, and Carlos being sent to kill a person who is “highly dangerous” and “very lethal” but once they meet said person they’re genuinely the sweetest, most down to earth person, but really really shy and timid. Naturally they fall in love with them as they get to know them and don’t go through with killing them
=
Oneshots ! (Discontinued)
= Just friends, weh??? (Leon Kennedy x Reader)
^Angst, after Leon rescues you from a cult, you struggle with feeling like a burden. He reassures you that you're not and that protecting you gives him purpose. During your journey, a woman named Ada suddenly cam out of nowhere, revealing a past with Leon. After she leaves, you question their relationship, sensing more than just friendship. Leon said that they were just close friends... but you are not convinced
= Watching from afar (Leon kennedy x reader) (2)
^Angst, you struggled with feelings of jealousy and insecurity as you observe Leon and Ada's close bond. Despite hoping for more with Leon, you watche them head to the basement together, unaware that their encounter will lead to a confession of feelings between them.
You say his name like a prayer. Like something sacred that lives rent-free in the back of your throat.
Those eyes. God, those eyes. Blue like something that shouldn't exist on a person. One look and you're already gone, already spiraling, already replaying it on a loop at two in the morning when you should be sleeping but can't because he's there, isn't he? Always there, behind your eyelids.
You've memorized the shape of him by now. The slope of his shoulders. He doesn't know the word rest. You've decided you love that about him. You've decided you love everything about him.
The board doesn't lie.
Every photo pinned with careful hands. Every angle. Candid shots and profile views and one where the lighting catches his jaw just right and you had to sit down for a full minute before you could finish taping it up. A shrine, if you're being dramatic. (You're always being dramatic when it comes to him.)
This is normal. You remind yourself. People have vision boards. People have celebrities they admire, faces they're drawn to. This is the same thing. Completely. The same.
You almost believe it.
Yesterday, you watched him talk to Chris.
You hadn't meant to stay as long as you did. You'd told yourself five minutes. Then ten. Then you stopped counting because his mouth was moving and you were studying the shape of every word like you could learn a language from it. Like if you focused hard enough, you could crawl inside the conversation. Be part of something he touched with his voice.
What would it feel like?
Your heartbeat picked up immediately and you pressed yourself further behind the pillar like distance would help. Like it ever helps.
What would it feel like if he knew you? If he looked at you the way you look at him?
Oh, you'd dissolve. You know you would. You'd come completely apart at the seams.
His hands. His voice. His eyes on you
You shook your head hard. Physically rattled yourself back into your body.
Focus.
Leon said something low, something you couldn't catch, and Chris laughed. And Leon almost smiled. The corner of his mouth, just barely, just a ghost of it.
Your legs had gone sore from standing so long. You didn't care. You wouldn't have moved for anything.
When he finally broke away from Chris and started walking toward you, toward the pillar, toward your poorly-chosen hiding spot, your whole body went electric.
You pressed flat against the stone. Stopped breathing. Counted the sound of his footsteps like a countdown.
Closer.
Closer.
And then he passed right in front of you. Inches. A breath of space between you and the whole center of your universe. Close enough that his scent caught you completely off guard
Burnt gunpowder. Old Spice. Something underneath that you couldn't name but immediately memorized.
You inhaled.
Quietly. Carefully. Like if you were gentle enough about it, it wouldn't count.
You exhaled only once he was gone, and even then it came out shaky a long, unraveling breath that left you leaning against the pillar with your hand pressed to your sternum, feeling your own heartbeat like evidence.
You wrote it all down when you got home.
Journal open, pen moving fast, like if you waited too long the details would fade and you couldn't stand that. The shape of his mouth mid-sentence. The way his bangs shifted when he moved.
Burnt gunpowder and Old Spice. Old bottle. Classic.
You underlined it.
The table was a mess around you, paper scraps and tape and the half-finished cutout you'd been working on before yesterday derailed everything. You'd get back to it. You always did.
You capped the pen and looked at the board.
He looked back. Fifteen different angles. Fifteen different moments of a man who had never once looked for you in a room.
Leon Kennedy, you wrote at the bottom of the page.
Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader, Zhongli x Isekai'd!Reader x Neuvillette
Summary: Things seem to be going well when the men from Fontaine moved into the abode. Or at least that's what the others thought. You, however, can sense some tension between Zhongli and Neuvillette.
Note: How long has it been since I've posted something? A year? Over a year? Either way, I am somewhat back! Since I haven't posted fanfics in a long time, the new fanfics will be shorter compared to the previous fanfics. I'm slowly easing myself back into posting fanfics. This fic is most likely awful, but that's okay because it's been a while. Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).
Warnings: I haven't written in a while, so, it's probably a shit fanfic LMAO
Word Count: 4.5k
Ever since the men of Fontaine decided to move into the abode, things were relatively fine. The men got along with each other, and there have yet to be any arguments or physical altercations. Yet. However, you couldn’t help but notice a certain someone avoiding one of the new members of the abode. You weren’t sure if everyone noticed the brewing tension between an Archon and the Iudex, but it was subtle yet noticeable (to you).
The men didn’t have an issue sharing your love, affection, and attention with the others. While there are certain men who can be quite possessive (Childe), it usually never gets out of hand. Or, at least, that’s what you thought. Zhongli has been clingy lately— not that you’re complaining, but it was a little bit unusual because he’s not publicly affectionate. Even if he is openly affectionate with you, it wouldn’t be overbearing. Okay, maybe overbearing isn’t the right word to describe it.
“Maybe territorial is the best way to describe it.” You mutter.
Zhongli hums beside you, looking over at you curiously. “Care to repeat that, dearest?”
You blink, snapping out of your thoughts before rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile. “Oh, nothing! I was trying to find a word to describe a Rishboland Tiger for my word puzzle!” You gesture to the word puzzle book in front of you.
Zhongli leans toward you, peering over your shoulders and at the word puzzle in front of you. His amber eyes scan the page as if he’s checking to see if you’re doing the puzzle correctly. Thankfully, you are! Zhongli hums, stroking the rim of his teacup, preoccupied with the puzzle book. You rub your eyes before glancing at the clock on the wall. It’s almost eight in the morning, and yet here you are! Usually, you’d be in bed, sleeping the morning away until someone forces you out of bed (the person forcing you to wake up is usually Al Haitham).
“And territorial would be correct,” Zhongli nods, smiling at you, “you’re doing well.”
You smile shyly before covering your now very warm face with the word puzzle book. Zhongli chuckles, pressing a kiss on the side of your head before proceeding to stir his warm cup of tea. A comfortable silence falls over you and Zhongli. Aside from you and Zhongli, everyone is still asleep in their respective rooms. Well, aside from Childe and Wriothesley because the two men decided to become gym buddies who get up at ungodly hours to workout, spar, and box. Given Childe's past in Fontaine, you can’t help but find it slightly odd.
Heels clicking against the floors of the abode pulls you and Zhongli out of the comfortable silence. Zhongli lets out a long exhale through his nostrils before taking a long sip of his tea, looking elsewhere. You look to see Neuvillette standing at the entrance of the dining area, gazing at you and Zhongli with surprise.
“Good morning, [Y/N], … Archon,” Neuvillette says, stepping farther into the room.
You smile at Neuvillette, waving at the Iudex. “Morning, Neuvillette! I’m surprised to see that you’re awake around this time of day.”
Neuvillette chuckles, pulling a seat out from beside you before sitting. “I could say the same thing for you, [Y/N]. You’re never up this early, but today is different. Why?” Neuvillette looks at you intently.
A look of surprise flashes across your face before you smile at the Fontainian man. “Zhongli asked me to join him for breakfast, and here I am!”
Neuvillette hums, nodding. “I see. Now, did Deus Auri rouse you from your slumber for breakfast, or was this initially planned the day before?” Neuvillette interrogates.
You blink at Neuvillette and turn to look at Zhongli, who looks visibly annoyed with the Iudex. Zhongli gives Neuvillette a tight-lipped smile before sipping his tea, unanswering Neuvillette’s question. Without you knowing, Neuvillette shoots a subtle glare at Zhongli while Zhongli continues to drink his tea, ignoring the discreet yet heated glare thrown his way. You clear your throat before turning towards Neuvillette, only to see him brushing a stray hair away from his face.
You can’t help but admire Neuvillette’s long hair. His hair looks so soft, and you kind of want to run your fingers through them. “I wonder what kind of hair products he uses. His hair looks so silky and healthy.”
“Oh, nothing special in particular. If you like to know what I use for my hair care routine, I can show you.” Neuvillette suggests.
You stare at Neuvillette owlishly, mouth agape. “Did I say that out loud?”
Neuvillette smiles and takes a sip from his chalice while you’re sputtering and looking over at the Funeral Consultant with wide eyes. Should you reply to Neuvillette’s offer? But he has a hair care routine! Wait, if he has a hair care routine, is it possible that Neuvillette might have a skincare routine? Your hand starts to tremble— not out of fear, but excitement and a bit of anxiousness because you accidentally said your thoughts out loud.
Zhongli stares at Neuvillette before placing a hand over your trembling ones. “To answer your question, Monsieur Neuvillette, I invited [Y/N] to breakfast the day prior,” Zhongli says, grabbing Neuvillette’s attention. “Isn’t that right, dearest?”
You smile and nod. “That is correct! Zhongli invited me to breakfast yesterday afternoon! We walked around the abode, watched the sunrise, and here we are!” You gesture to the table happily.
Neuvillette presses his lips in a thin line, nodding. The three of you continue to sit in silence in the dining room, listening to birds sing in the distance. The more you continue with the puzzle book, the more you become confused. You start to bounce your right leg, tapping the pencil against the booklet, staring at number fifty.
“How the hell did I get into the Akademiya when I’m struggling with this damn puzzle?” You mumble to yourself.
“The answer is Fortress of Meropide,” Neuvillette says, his voice right next to your ear.
You pause and look at Neuvillette, freezing, when you realize how close your faces are. You can’t help but notice Neuvillette briefly looking down at your lips before making eye contact with you. If your face wasn’t feeling hot already, then it is now. The longer you gaze into Neuvillette’s eyes, the more you realize how breathtaking he is.
“You have long lashes.” You mutter.
Before Neuvillette can respond, Zhongli clears his throat loudly. Your eyes quickly dart to your puzzle book, breaking eye contact with the handsome and breathtaking Iudex of Fontaine. Fortress of Meropide, huh? You scribble down the answers, and lo and behold, the words fit into the small boxes perfectly.
You press your lips into a thin line, looking at Neuvillette from the corner of your eyes. “Thank you for helping me,” you whisper.
Neuvillette hums softly, taking a sip of water from the chalice. “You’re welcome. If you need any other assistance, I am more than happy to help.” Neuvillette says.
The clock ticks away, and you find yourself in another comfortable silence. Only this time, the silence isn’t as comfortable as before. Is Zhongli sitting much closer to you than he was a few minutes ago? Neuvillette keeps glancing over your shoulders, watching you write the answers in the boxes. It’s almost like both men are glaring at each other when you're not looking (they are, but you’re trying your best to act like you didn’t notice the ever-growing tension between the two refined men).
The door to the abode suddenly bursts open, and Wriothesley and Childe enter, drenched in sweat and with a towel around their necks. Childe and Wriothesley stop at the entrance, looking at the three of you with surprise.
Childe points an accusing finger at you three, “Why are you two all up in my snookum’s space?” Childe marches over, huffing and puffing about Zhongli and Neuvillette's lacking manners when being around you— his precious snookums who can do no wrong in his eyes. Wriothesley rolls his eyes, chuckling while wiping the sweat from his forehead with the white towel around his neck.
“Geez, Childe, you can’t hog them to yourself,” Wriothesley mutters, watching the ginger-haired man snatch you up from your seat.
You’re thrashing in Childe’s arms, swatting at him while muttering how sweaty he is. Childe ignores your protest and drapes his arms around your shoulders, burying his face into your hair. You shudder, feeling his sweaty skin stick to yours— almost melting and becoming your second skin.
Your nose scrunches up with disgust when you catch a whiff of his sweat. “You’re sweaty and smelly. Go take a shower,” you order, patting his head— only to regret it immediately.
Childe shakes his head, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “How can I shower in peace when I witnessed my snookums sandwiched between two men who aren’t me?” Childe looks up from your neck, glaring at Zhongli and Neuvillette, who, in return, glare back at him.
You poke Childe’s forehead. “Can you let go of me? I have a puzzle to finish.”
Childe shakes his head. “I’m not letting go of you until you return my hug, snookums.”
Sometimes, you underestimate Childe’s stubbornness and clinginess. It’s not like you don’t want to hug him! You love his hugs! However, you have an issue with hugging people when you or that person is sweaty— you don’t know why, but you don’t like it and cannot tolerate the feeling of stickiness. You grumble under your breath and reluctantly wrap your arms around Childe’s waist, squeezing your eyes shut when you feel Childe’s sweat seep through his shirt. Childe sighs happily and peppers your face with kisses, making sure to make it loud enough for the others to hear the obnoxious smooching noises.
“That’s enough, Childe,” Zhongli says sternly, glaring at Childe from where he’s sitting.
Neuvillette huffs, swishing the water in his chalice while muttering, “Have some decorum, Harbinger.”
Childe pauses what he’s doing and glances over at Zhongli and Neuvillette. The two men shoot daggers in Childe’s direction, and Childe can see the veins on their foreheads threatening to pop. With a shit-eating grin, Childe proceeds to do what he was doing earlier— suffocate you with his kisses in front of the very irritated Zhongli and Neuvillette and an amused Wriothesley.
Wriothesley shakes his head, snorting, “He’s just fucking with you two, and you two are letting him win.”
Zhongli and Neuvillette don’t respond afterward; they only continue to glare at Childe from the corners of their eyes. After some time, Childe finally releases you from his sweaty grasp, though not before placing one last sloppy kiss on your face. You give Childe a tight-lipped smile before debating whether you should take a shower or continue your puzzle book.
Wriothesley rolls his eyes with a snort. “You’re even clingier than [Y/N] claimed,” Wriothesley smirks, pushing himself away from the counter before sauntering to where you stand.
You look at Wriothesley, suddenly feeling on edge. Why is he suddenly approaching you with that smug grin on his face? Is he up to something? Wriothesley pushes Childe to the side, causing the ginger-haired man to stumble and glare at the Duke.
Before Wriothesley can say anything, you hold up an index finger. “What are you up to?” you ask cautiously.
Wriothesley laughs, his laughter sending tingles down your spine. “I’m just testing something. Relax for me,” He murmurs.
You audibly gulp, causing the man before you to let out an airy laugh, his canines shining under the dining room lights. Wriothesley, now standing three feet in front of you, gestures to you to step forward with his index and middle finger. You inch forward, feeling multiple eyes on the back of your head as you get closer to Wriothesley.
Once you’re standing in front of Wriothesley, you look anywhere but his face, worrying the smug smile will send you to your knees. Noticing your lack of eye contact, Wriothesley gently grabs you by the chin, tilting your head up. Archons, is the dining room hot, or is it just you? Wriothesley gazes into your eyes, the corner of his lips quirking up. With his free hand, Wriothesley caresses your cheek before chuckling. “My, my. Your face is quite hot. Are you feeling alright, dollface?”
“You’re up to something, I just know it,” You whisper, narrowing your eyes at him.
Wriothesley chuckles, leans down, and murmurs into your ears, “As I said earlier, I’m just testing something. Do you trust me?” His breath fans your ear and the side of your face, causing goosebumps to form on your body.
He’s up to something, and the alarms are going off in your head. You’re not worried about what Wriothesley is up to! What you’re worrying about is how Childe (and Neuvillette and Zhongli) are going to react to what Wriothesley is going to do. Wriothesley leans down toward your neck, catching a whiff of your lotion and body wash. “Hmm, you smell nice. Are you wearing the lotion I bought for you while I was away in Fontaine?” He pulls away and gazes at you with curiosity, his head tilting to the side.
You can’t help but melt under his gaze. You gulp again, nodding your head. Wriothesley nods and pulls away from you. Wriothesley strokes his chin, gazing at you intently. You can’t help but squirm under Wriothesley’s piercing stare. He suddenly places both beside your neck, tilting your head to the side.
“Good. It makes me happy to know you’re wearing something I got for you. I’ll get you more the next time I return to Fontaine for work,” Wriothesley nods.
Your eyes widen, and you quickly shake your head. “No, no! You don’t have to get me anything, Wriothesley! I insist!” You protest, placing your right hand over his left.
Zhongli clears his throat, grabbing your and Wriothesley’s attention. If Zhongli hadn’t been annoyed already, then he certainly is now. Wriothesley clears his throat before walking away— but not without kissing the side of your head. Zhongli sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering incoherent words to himself. You swallow the lump in your throat before sitting back down.
Neuvillette hums, stroking his chin. “There is a rather compelling trial that is being held at the Opera Epiclese. Your thoughts and presence would be most welcome should you wish to observe the proceedings alongside me.”
Your eyes light up, and you gasp with excitement. “Ooh, I can!? I would love to join you, Neuvillette!” You squeal, clapping your hands.
It’s not like you’re excited to see someone get possibly executed— what you’re looking forward to is being able to witness how trails take place in Fontaine. Instead of witnessing the trial from behind your computer screen, you get to see it with your very own eyes!
Zhongli clears his throat. “Dearest, I must remind you that you have some projects to turn in today at the Akademiya.”
Your eyes widen, and the pencil in your hand clatters on the table. Wait, what project!? You have projects to turn in at the Akademiya!? You rack through your brain, trying to recall if you really did have projects that need to be submitted.
Neuvillette narrows his eyes at Zhongli, raising an eyebrow with skepticism. Zhongli ignores Neuvillette’s stare and proceeds to sip from his teacup. Right when you’re about to open your mouth to question Zhongli, Al Haitham enters the dining room, dressed and ready for the day.
You sigh in relief, push yourself up from your seat, and stride to the Scribe. “Al Haitham! Can you help me jog my memory really quick?”
Al Haitham raises his eyebrows at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “Of course. What is it that you need me to assist you with?”
“I agreed to go watch today’s trial proceeding in Fontaine with Neuvillette, but Zhongli reminded me that I have a project to submit to the Akademiya today. My issue is that I cannot recall whether I do have a project to submit,” you explain, crossing your arms over your chest while tapping your foot on the ground impatiently.
Al Haitham strokes his chin, eyebrows knitting together as he tries to recall any conversations he had with you regarding your upcoming deadlines with the Akademiya. Al Haitham nods wordlessly. You deflate and collapse to your knees, lying on the ground while sulking.
“Eh? What happened to Windblume? They look heartbroken and defeated,” Venti says, strutting into the dining room while smoothing over the wrinkles on his shirt. “Was breakfast with blockhead disappointing?” Venti jokes, propping his hands on his hips.
You sigh and shake your head. You can’t be disappointed about the project submission preventing you from attending the Opera Epiclese with Neuvillette. Your project determines the fate of your future with the Akademiya, and you certainly cannot push the deadline back. Plus, you can’t be upset with Zhongli for reminding you of something so important.
Venti extends his hands toward you; you grab his hands and stand up. You waddle over to the table and plop down between Zhongli and Neuvillette while sulking over missing the opportunity to witness a trial in person.
You turn to Neuvillette, visibly disappointed, “Thank you for the invite, Neuvillette. I truly appreciate it, but I must decline your invitation due to pressing deadlines.”
Neuvillette’s gaze softens, reaching for your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You do not need to apologize, darling. There’s always a next time,” he smiles at you, “If you’d like, perhaps I can make some dinner reservations just for you and me.”
A hand slams down on the table, startling everyone in the room. If the others aren’t awake, they certainly are now. You look over where the commotion is from, only to see Childe huffing and puffing with a pout. Oh, Archons, you forgot Childe is still in the same room.
“Snookums! How can you forget about me?” Childe whines.
You laugh nervously and rub the back of your neck with your unoccupied hand. You give Neuvillette and Zhongli a sympathetic look before getting ready to leave your seat to comfort Childe. Before you can stand up, Zhongli grabs your other hand and gently pushes you down, shaking his head.
“No need to console him, dearest,” Zhongli says, shooting a pointed look in Childe’s direction.
Childe puckers his lips and groans, turning around and stomping away. You sigh for the umpteenth time, resting your head on the table. Zhongli and Neuvillette both squeeze your hand to comfort you.
Since that day, things have been getting worse between the two men when you’re in the same room as the duo. Whenever you try to make time with Neuvillette, Zhongli would take that chance to tag along. Now, you’re not against Zhongli tagging along with you, but you’re sort of worried about his safety because of the look Neuvillette would throw in Zhongli’s direction. You’re not sure if the men aren’t aware that you can sense the tension between them, but if they do, they don’t seem to care about it. A week (or has it been two weeks?) passes by, and you’re eating dinner with the men in the dining room.
Usually, there isn’t assigned seating at the dining table since you want to be able to sit next to every person in the abode without leaving a single person out. But for some reason, not long after the men from Fontaine moved into the abode, Zhongli and Neuvillette decided that the empty seats beside you (anywhere you sit at the dining table, pretty much) were theirs to claim.
“But Onikabuto booboo bear! I want you to sit next to me this time!” Itto whines, laying the top half of his body on the table while giving you puppy dog eyes, his bottom lips jutting out before fake crying.
Neuvillette raises his eyebrows at Itto beside you, stroking his chin. “Onikabuto booboo bear? Is that supposed to be a nickname for [Y/N]?” Neuvillette murmurs.
Itto stops his act and looks at the Iudex with excitement, nodding rapidly. Itto quickly removes himself from the table before running over to your side of the table (which took a while because the table is quite long). Once he arrives at your side of the table where you, Zhongli, and Neuvillette are sitting, Itto pulls out an empty seat beside Neuvillette and plops down with a heavy sigh.
“In case you haven’t been, uh, informed about how things work around here…” Itto trails off, scratching his head as he tries to find the right words to say, “We,” he gestures to the men in the dining room, “have pet names for our sweet Onikabuto booboo bear.”
Itto places both hands on his hips; a smug smile graces his face. You snicker and shake your head. Zhongli wraps his arms around your waist and plants a kiss on your cheek, ignoring the looks Neuvillette and Childe are giving him.
“Oh? Please do tell me more about this, Itto. I have been calling [Y/N] “darling,” are we supposed to have a unique nickname for them?” Neuvillette asks, tilting his head while looking at Itto with pure curiosity.
Itto blinks at the Iudex with wide eyes, “Uh…” he trails off, scratching the back of his head before looking over in your and Zhongli’s direction. “Not really. I guess it depends on preferences! I call them Onikabuto booboo bear because, well, I love Onikabutos almost as much as I love [Y/N]! As for the booboo bear part, I wanted it to be unique for them and only for them. Heh, I bet other people on Teyvat wouldn’t be able to come up with someone as interesting and unique as the nickname I give to my Onikabuto booboo bear!”
You can’t help but melt at Itto’s response. You know that Itto loves his Onikabutos, and hearing his explanation of the nickname he gave you makes you feel so warm and soft inside. You pull away from Zhongli’s grasp, get up from your seat, and walk over to Itto. You wrap your arms around Itto’s shoulders and rest your left cheek on his head, stroking his hair.
“You’re too sweet, Itto. You’re going to make me cry,” you coo, reaching down to pinch his cheek.
Itto’s face turns bright red as he mumbles incoherent words. Noticing the look that Zhongli and Neuvillette shoot in his direction, an idea pops into his head. Itto wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into your chest, making sure not to accidentally poke you with his horns.
Kaveh huffs, propping his head on his elbow. “Hey, Abyss Mage, how come you give them more attention than the rest of us?”
“They love me more, that’s why!” Itto shouts, sticking his tongue out at the miffed architect. Neuvillette lifts his hand to say something, but Itto quickly stands up and lifts you from the ground. “Ha! They’re mine now, losers!”
“Wha— Itto!” You screech when Itto takes off with you in his arms.
How Itto runs away with you in his arms reminds you of a mother cat carrying her kitten, but in this case, it’s Itto carrying you. The men stand up, shouting at Itto and groaning as they watch the Oni sprint out of the dining room with you while laughing manically.
Baizhu chuckles, rubbing his temples as he watches the other men leave their seats to chase after you and Itto while shouting profanities. “I’ll be getting the first aid kit, just in case something happens,” Baizhu says, getting up from his seat to go to the infirmary area of the abode.
You should’ve known that Itto is a magnet for trouble, but while he’s running up the stairs with you in his arms, his feet slip, sending you two tumbling down the stairs. While Neuvillette’s tending to your injuries with Baizhu, Zhongli scolds the pouting Oni.
Neuvillette caresses your face in his hands, “Are you alright? You took a hard tumble down the stairs, and I’m worried about the possibility of you sustaining some injuries.”
“I mean, my arm does hurt, but—”
“Do you guys hear that?” Thoma asks.
Everyone in the room pauses, listening closely. There’s a soft pitter-patter sound coming from the roof. The sound isn’t loud, but it’s noticeable if you sit in a quiet room and listen closely. You continue to rub the arm you landed on, trying to decipher what’s making the pitter-patter noise.
“Is it raining?” Tighnari strokes his chin, heading towards the nearest window, while Aether runs toward the window.
Scaramouche raises his eyebrows at Tighnari, crossing his arms over his chest. “Since when can it rain in the abode? Maybe you’re hearing things that aren’t correlated with the weather.”
Tighnari ignores Scaramouche’s comment and stands beside Aether in front of the window. Aether peeks from between the curtains before turning to everyone else in the room with wide eyes.
“It can rain in the abode?” Aether asks.
You furrow your eyebrows and get up from your spot, clutching your throbbing arm to your chest. Zhongli places a gentle hand on your shoulder, accompanying you to the window.
Ayato hums, tapping his chin while watching the raindrops pelt the window. “I never knew that the abode can have such weather. It seems like the rain is getting heavy.”
“Now that I think about it, I believe that it has been a bit gloomier these past few weeks,” you murmur, staring at the dark gray skies from the comfort of the estate with the men who care about you.
The men look at Zhongli before looking over at Neuvillette, who ignores the others' burning holes in his head as he drinks his water elegantly. Zhongli lightly taps your shoulder to grab your attention. You look at Zhongli quizzically while he examines your injured arm with discontentment.
A small smile appears on Zhongli’s face as he caresses your cheek with one hand. “Let’s get your injury checked. I’m sure Doctor Baizhu has yet to complete the examination.”
Lightning crackling across the sky and thunder filling the air startles everyone in the abode. The heavy rain seems to have gotten worse, and it doesn’t seem like it’ll get better any time soon. Aether clears his throat and gets between you and Zhongli with a polite yet awkward smile. “I’ll take [Y/N] to see Doctor Baizhu, Mister Zhongli.”
Before Zhongli can respond, Aether quickly whisks you away while avoiding the stares from Zhongli and Neuvillette. Baizhu and Aether rush you to another room while the men remain in the same spot, not moving a limb.
Dottore snorts, shaking his head, “Who knew these two men are childish.”
Neuvillette and Zhongli glare at Dottore. A tree branch knocks against the living room window as the rain pelts the roof and window.
Note: Finally posted something after so long! 😭 The fanfic is most likely awful, but I kind of want to make a part two for it, but I'm not entirely sure if I should. Man, since this is posted, now I have to plan what else to post... aside from the HSR fanfics. I think I'll post a fanfic for HSR instead of Genshin this upcoming week, but I'm not entirely sure. I might change my mind, but who knows. Anywho! To all my new and returning readers, keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!
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Summary: Kaeya and you finally have time to spend together...
Note: Kaeya x f!reader, just fluff
"My, My… an angel has come here to save me ~ hm?" Kaeya chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he looks at you, with his elbow on the table and his cheek resting on his hand. "What brings you to my rescue today, my dear?" he inquired, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
You giggled, closing the door behind you, "Well, Captain. I'm here to offer you something" you said, smiling. Kaeya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what might that be?" he asked, leaning in with a curious expression.
You sighed, "You've been so busy lately… We barely even get to spend time together…" You frown, "So, I though maybe have a picnic date at the starsnacth cliff!" You really hope Kaeya would agree to this, when was even the last time you two had a date?
A chuckle escaped from Kaeya, "A picnic date? Hm, how could I not say no that? I'm currently free, so it's date, my lady" He stood up from his seat, and walked towards you, "Come now, let's go~" He took your hand on his, and the both of you left his room to go to the starsnatch cliff.
At The Starsnatch Cliff
With a calm smile on his face, he observes the lovely scenery of the cliff they're currently at. He glances over to you. “You picked a good spot for our picnic~”. He then poured wine into the two glasses for both of you.
Once he pours the wine into the glasses, he hands one to you. "I hope this wine is to your taste." he says, as he sips his own glass.
Meanwhile, you just stared at the glass on hand, the sun rays glistening off the red liquid inside. You looked at the beautiful man besides you, admiring him Kaeya noticed your gaze on him.
His playful demeanor softened slightly as he met your gaze with a smile. "Is there something on my face, my dear?" he inquired gently, his tone laced with a touch of amusement as he observed you.
You said nothing, but stared at him and your eyes went to his lips… Then, immediately you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as you quickly looked away, feeling a rush of embarrassment.
Kaeya chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement at your reaction. "Is there something about me that caught your attention?" He mused, a hint of teasing lacing his tone. He watched you with an amused smile, his perceptive gaze not missing the fleeting glance at his lips or the dusting of pink on your cheeks.
The corner of his mouth curled into a playful smile as he raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the flustered state you were in. You felt him move even closer to you, and then his arm casually draped around your shoulders, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I must admit, I do enjoy the effect I have on you," he remarked, his voice low and smooth.
You were still not looking at him, so he tilted your chin up with his finger, his eyes locking with yours as he continued, "But don't worry, I won't bite... unless you want me to." The mischievous glint in his eyes made your heart race even faster, and you couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh at his teasing words.
A moment of silence . . .
Kaeya slowly leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "Unless, of course, you're into that sort of thing." Your cheeks flushed at his boldness, but you couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled within you.
Your lips were inches apart from his, A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he observed your reaction. “Your face says it all, darling.” His gaze lingered on you, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “You know, it's quite endearing how easy it is to make you flustered.” And with a subtle shift of his head, your lips and his brushed together in lingering kiss.
The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean in closer, craving more of his touch. As the kiss deepened, you lost yourself in the moment, forgetting everything else around you-
Kaeya's hand was cupping your cheek, his thumb gently brushing your skin as the kiss deepened, each moment filled with a growing intensity. Just as you were about to completely lose yourself in the moment, a loud voice cut through the air.
Ahem-
You both sprang apart, Kaeya's hand dropping from your face as you turned to see Diluc standing a few feet away, his expression a mix of annoyance and exasperation. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his fiery red hair seemed to blaze even brighter under the setting sun.
"Jean has been looking for you, Kaeya," Diluc said, his voice tight. "I suggest you make yourself available before she decides to come looking for you herself."
Kaeya sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes with a playful smirk. "Ah, Diluc, always the bearer of such urgent news. Can't you see I'm in the middle of something important?" He glanced back at you, a mischievous glint still lingering in his eyes.
Diluc's gaze shifted to you, softening slightly before he returned his stern attention to Kaeya. "This isn't a request, Kaeya. Get moving."
Kaeya let out a resigned sigh, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. "It seems our lovely picnic has been cut short, my dear. But fret not, we'll have another chance soon enough."
You gave him a small smile, understanding the situation. "It's okay, Kaeya. Duty calls, after all."
With one last lingering glance at you, Kaeya turned to face Diluc, his usual playful demeanor slipping back into place. "Lead the way, Master Diluc. Let's not keep the Acting Grand Master waiting."As they began to walk away, Kaeya glanced over his shoulder at you, giving you a wink and a smile that promised this was far from over.
Tomorrow is my birthday and I was wondering if you could write something for that? With Dan Heng? Please and thank you. :D
A/n: HAPPY HApPY BIRTHDAY ANON!!!! HERE'S A LIL GIFT FOR U!
: My friend, made this for u <3
Danheng is a reserved man with a heart full of affection. While he may not be the type to throw big parties for birthdays, he shows love and care in quieter ways to you :)
On your birthday, expect things that you always wanted but can't get it. That's were Dan heng comes in. He would also get you just a simple necklace!
As you open the simple, neatly-wrapped package, your eyes widen with delight. Inside, you find a delicate necklace — a subtle and elegant piece that instantly catches your eye.
Dan heng smiles softly as you take it out, "Happy birthday. I thought it would suit you."
How does dan heng celebrate your birthday you may ask?
Hmm, Maybe a cozy date in the archive room? Cuddling Sessions? He would be the one to make the meals! Or a midnight date in a restaurant were there are more less people! Pick you choice, Dan Heng doesn't mind it.
He would also take the time to spend a day doing something you enjoy, whether it's visiting a place you've always wanted to see or engaging in an activity you love.
In the end of the day, he would say "happy birthday, love. I love you"
Note: sorry for not updating the hsr voice lines part 2- My house is flooded- wahhhh
HSR MEN VOICEL LINES ABOUT YOU (2)
Characters: Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Boothill
Aventurine (ooc?)
— Y/N? They mean a lot to me, of course. As much as I don't show it, I... Ahem care for them deeply.
Do you take her to your gambling sessions??
— Y/N isn't particularly fond of gambling, so I don't often take them along. However, they sometimes join me when there's a special occasion or if they're really curious. She's my lucky charm ~
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— There was this one time when Y/N and I went out for dinner, and they accidentally spilled their drink all over her dress. It was a mess, but we both couldn't stop laughing about it. Her dress was worth 90 thousand credits, of course I had to buy her another one ~ ! Which was worth 100 thousand.
—- she's so... *sigh*
Boothill
— Well, she ain't just any 'lucky girl', she's a star herself. Pretty, smart, and she brings out the best in me.
— She's the kinda person who makes the galaxy seem a little bit brighter, y'know? She challenges me in all the right ways and keeps things interestin'.
— I would sometimes see her wear my hat chuckles now, that's cute ain't it?
How do you show your love to your lover?
— I reckon it's all about them little things, you know? Like bringing 'em their favorite tea when they ain't feelin' the best or takin' 'em on a stroll through the stars on a clear night.
Love: To Y/n
Ah, darlin', you look just as lovely as a starry night under a clear sky.
Love: To Y/n (2)
Ain't no words that can capture the way you take my breath away, but I reckon I'll spend a lifetime tryin'.
Dr. Ratio
— That- gambler, told you didn't he? sigh
— One thing about her that stands out is her patience and understanding. It's... a quality I value greatly
Soft Spot
— I... care for her, if that's what you're implying. It's not as sensational as you're making it out to be.
Who fell first?
Y/n: He did ~ !
— And is this information necessary to share?
How do you show your love to Y/n?
— I show my affection in my own way. It's not... overt displays of gestures, but in the little things.
— I... make sure she's not overworked. Take care of her needs discreetly. It's about being there, without needing to make a show of it.
Jing Yuan
— We met when I was in the middle of a meeting, in the Seat of Divine Foresight. She’s a new resident in the Luofu, that day was probably her first day here and she mistook the entrance of the Seat of Divine Foresight for a café’s.
What does he love about y/n?
—Oh, many things. She’s hardworking, kind-hearted, understanding… silence well, she’s also quite pretty
— She always get's flustered when I compliment her… especially if tell her that I love her..
Who fell first??
— Y/N fell in love first, while I began to fall later on… chuckles
— There are many moments I cherish. Whether it's a simple walk under the night sky in the gardens of the Seat of Divine Foresight, or moments where we share a quiet moment over a cup of tea...and sleeping sessions…
Can I request hsr men found out that female reader is secretly working at a maid cafe?
Hehe, My First Hsr Request! Gotchu anon!!
I was supposed to be posting this yesterday sorri
Note: Characters : (Sampo Koski and Dan Heng) There will be a part 2 soon...
Reader fidgeted with their apron as they served another customer at the maid cafe. They had been working here secretly for weeks now, and while they didn't particularly enjoy wearing the maid uniform, it was a necessary sacrifice to make ends meet.
The bills were piling up, and their regular job wasn't enough to cover them all. Working at the maid cafe added some much-needed extra money, even if it meant sacrificing some pride and dignity. Dan heng and the others didn't know you were secretly taking this job... It's best to keep it a secret because it might affect how they see you.
Dan Heng
It's not something I think Dan Heng would be happy about tbh. He's possessive and probably wouldn't want you to be working in a place like that. He might feel uncomfortable with the idea of others looking at or making comments about you, especially in such a revealing outfit.
Dan Heng crossed his arms, his frown deepening as he looked at you. "March and Stelle said they'll be here and you didn't answer my question."
"It's not important how I found out." he replied evenly, still holding onto his serious demeanor. "I'm more concerned about the fact that you're working here without telling me."
You sighed softly, bowing your head down, feeling a bit guilty for not being upfront with him. "I just..." you trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I just needed the extra money, and this job pays well. I didn't want to burden you with my financial troubles." you said, fidgeting with the apron.
Dan Heng's expression softened slightly, understanding your intentions but still not fully agreeing. "You shouldn't have to go to such lengths for extra money." he stated, his voice gentle but concerned. "I would have helped you out if you had just asked," he added, you lifted your face up, looking at him "but-" you hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I don't want to be a burden, Dan Heng," you replied. "I wanted to handle my own problems and not rely on you for everything. You already gone above and beyond for me and the others…"
Dan heng sighed, "Just… Please tell next time when you're facing difficult situations like this." He crossed his arms, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle expression. "When is your shift over?" He asked, you blinked at his question, a bit caught off guard. "It’s… um, another hour," you replied, glancing at the clock nearby.
Dan Heng only smiled at you, before placing a peck on your lips "Be back home safe" he said, before leavin the cafe to search March and Stelle.
Sampo Koski
When he found that you were in a maid cafe, he would just laugh, when you weren't paying attention to anyone who entered the cafe, he would literally just come in and sit, watching you dressed up in a maid outfit and serving the customers. Seeing you in your work uniform was amusing to say the least. He was definitely going to make a comment about it when you had a free moment. He would find a free table furthest away from the other customers before taking a seat a hand resting against his chin, a confident smirk on his face.
"Goodafternoon, what's your- SAMPO?"
Sampo couldn't help but laugh at your reaction to seeing him there. "What? Can't a man enjoy a nice cafe and their fine staff?" He says with a smug smile, leaning back in his seat. You were embarrassed, why was he here? You only looked at him with a blush on your face,
"What are you doing here?" you whispered, Sampo's smile widened at your question, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I have my ways." He replied cryptically, tapping a finger against his chin as if he held some secret knowledge. His face then turned into a frown, "Although, I'm also hurt that you didn't tell me that your working here..." he whined, you looked away, unsure of how to answer the question, "I..uhm..I didn’t think it was important." You mumbled, not wanting to look him in the eye.
You were still embarrassed that he had found you working here, out of all places. “And don’t make a scene. I’m on the clock.” you say with a small frown, crossing your arms. Sampo puts his hands up in defence, his smile never leaving his face. "Oh I won't, don't worry about me." He replies with a chuckle. “I’m a well-behaved customer, I promise.” He smirks, clearly amused by your flustered state.
You cough, and blankly looked at Sampo, "Let's talk when I'm done with my shift" Sampo playfully whined, "aww, don't trust me to behave?" he jokingly questioned, "But sure sweetie, I'll wait for you… While I watch you serve other customers… with that oufit~"
Your face flushed at his comment, and you sighed softly, shaking your head. "Sampo, it's not like that." you protested, a mix of exasperation and fondness in your voice. "It's just my work uniform.."Sampo chuckled at your reaction, finding your flushed face rather amusing. "I know, I know." he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "But what's wrong with admiring how adorable you look in it?""SAMPO"
Summary: The others are waiting for you and sampo. What's taking so long?
Note: SMUT! MDNI, F!Reader receiving. 1.7k words
"Ugh, Sampo's has gone off again..." March mumbled, rolling her eyes in frustration. Sampo was nowhere to be found, so you sighed and turned your head left and right. "I'll find him, you go ahead and meet stelle and the others," you said, regretfully. "You sure you'll be able to find him? It's pretty easy to get lost in the snow. He's always getting into trouble after all-" March huffs, worriedly, "I'll be fineeee" you reassured her, March sighs, and she rolls her eyes jokingly "Alright but you better come back. Otherwise I'll kick your ass for making me worry" she grumbles. You laughed and rolled your eyes in jest before going in search for Sampo.
The snow was falling a bit faster now, and the wind had picked up. As you search around in the snow, there was no sign of Sampo. After searching for a while, you think you saw his figure in the distance. You groaned and muttered, "This man is dead to me," as you moved to approach him. "SAMPOOOOOO". Sampo jumped a bit once he heard your voice. He turned around, a bit sheepishly. When he saw you walking towards him, his face lit up. He gave you a nervous smile as he sheepishly chuckled.
Once you reached, you placed your hand on your hip while glaring at the man infront of you. "Where have you been?" you demanded, trying to keep your voice steady. Sampo let out a dramatic sigh, and he dramatically ran a hand through his indigo tipped hair. “Wandering” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He gave you a cheeky smirk “what a surprise to see you here, love” he teased. You pout, "stop with that. Let's go and meet the others" He put on his most charming smile, knowing full well he wouldn’t be getting out of this that easily. He took a few steps closer towards you “Come on, can’t a guy enjoy a walk in the snow?” You scoffed, "a walk? are you sure your not scamming people?" Sampo placed a hand on his chest and feigned innocence. "Scamming? Me? Come on honey. I would never!" He protested in a sarcastic tone. "I was just looking around and minding my own business."
He smirked, taking another step towards you. You eventually made it back to the Express, and Sampo couldn't help but shiver as the door slid open, and the warm air hit his cold face. "Brrrr..." he said, "Why do you always pick the most remote and freezing locations to explore?" He teased, still shivering. You rolled your eyes playfully at him "Don't be such a baby" you said, jokingly. Sampo gave you a fake hurt look and placed a hand on his chest. "How rude" he pouted but the twinkle in his eyes gave away that he wasn't actually offended. You rolled your eyes playfully at him "Don't be such a baby" you said, jokingly. Sampo gave you a fake hurt look and placed a hand on his chest. "How rude" he pouted but the twinkle in his eyes gave away that he wasn't actually offended.
You blushed, and placed both hands on his chest before pushing him away "now is not the time for that sampo" Sampo chuckled softly at your reaction, finding your attempts to push him away amusing. He held his hands up in surrender, feigning innocence. "Oh come on, love. Can't I have a little fun?" He said with a smirk. He leaned in closer again, his eyes locking with yours. "I'm just saying, these cold environments call for... creative methods of staying warm." Sampo's hand slid further down your waist, pulling you closer to him so your bodies were pressed together. He leaned down, his lips hovering near your ear. "I can promise you, I know of some very effective methods" he whispered, his voice low and sultry. Your heart raced as Sampo's hand trailed down your waist and pulled you close. His breath sent chills down your spine, despite the warmth of the Express's interior. You tried to suppress a shudder, partly from the intense heat of his body against yours, and partly from the tension that had built up between you. Your cheeks flushed a deep red as his words resonated in your ears.
"sampo, please..." Sampo's grin only widened at your reaction, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. He leaned in even closer, his lips practically touching your ear. "Oh, but I love to see you all flustered like this." He murmured, his voice sultry and low. He couldn't help but chuckle at the way you squirmed. His hand on your waist tightened slightly, "Don't act like you don't enjoy the attention, love" he teased, his breath hot against your skin. Your getting frustrated, you moved one of your legs to his crotch and your knee grinding against it. He groaned, he then lifted you up and pressed you up against the nearest wall, his body pressing firmly against yours. His chest was heaving as he leaned in close to your ear, his voice low and rough."You have no idea what you do to me, love" he growled, his breath hot against your skin.
As Sampo continued to grind his arousal against your leg, you could feel the evidence of his desire, thick and heavy through his pants. The anticipation set your nerves ablaze, and you eagerly welcomed the feeling of being lifted and pinned against the wall.
With his body pressed so intimately against yours, your chests rose and fell in sync with every labored breath. As he whispered into your ear, you tilted your head back, giving him better access, moaning softly at the sensation of his warm breath against your sensitive skin.
Your hands reached up to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel every inch of his body. Sampo's mouth trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that sent shivers down your spine. You arched into him, needing more contact, more of his tantalizing touch.
He released one of your legs, sliding his hand beneath your skirt, his fingers lightly brushing against the damp fabric covering your sex. A shiver ran through you, and you bit your lip to hold back a moan. He continued to tease you, stroking gently over your swollen clit before slipping a finger beneath your underwear, making direct contact with your slick folds.
His thumb continued to rub your clit, and with a sly grin, he began to pump his finger in and out of you. The sudden invasion made you gasp, your body bucking ever so slightly into his hand.
Sampo's other hand found its way to your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple, which had hardened from the intensity of the moment. He pinched it gently between his thumb and index finger, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you.
The sensations were overwhelming, leaving you desperate for more. Your hips rolled with his movements, urging him to take you deeper, to give you everything you needed. Your breathing grew ragged, and the world around you faded, replaced by the sensations coursing through your body.
Sampo continued to work you, skillfully bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Just when you thought you could take no more, he withdrew his fingers from your dripping core, leaving you panting and trembling.
"Not yet, my sweet," he whispered, his voice a smooth contrast to the gruff in his tone moments earlier. He lifted you off the wall and turned you towards a nearby piece of furniture, setting you down gently before bending you over. Your heart raced, a mix of excitement and apprehension flooding your veins. You knew what was coming, and you couldn't wait any longer.
Pulling your skirt up and out of the way, he unclasped your underwear, letting it fall to the ground. Your ass was exposed, vulnerable, and ripe for his taking. You felt the cool air on your heated skin, and you shivered, eagerly awaiting his next move.
He spanked you once, the sharp sting sending jolts of pleasure through your body. He followed it up with another, and then another, the rhythmic slapping echoing through the room. You moaned each time, loving the combination of pain and pleasure.
Finally, he positioned himself behind you, his erection pressing against your entrance. He entered you slowly, filling you completely in one smooth motion. You cried out, both in surprise and delight, feeling completely owned by him.
Finally, he positioned himself behind you, his erection pressing against your entrance. He entered you slowly, filling you completely in one smooth motion. You cried out, both in surprise and delight, feeling completely owned by him.
His grip on your hip tightened, holding you steady as he began to thrust into you, your body rocked forward with each movement. His cock filled you completely, and the sensation was unlike anything you'd experienced before. He gripped your hips tightly, guiding you through a rhythm that built steadily in intensity.Your moans grew louder, punctuating the room with each powerful thrust. The force with which he drove into you sent waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Your nails dug into the furnishing, the only thing keeping you anchored as ecstasy threatened to consume you.Sampo leaned in close, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Tell me what you want, love," he commanded, his pace quickening. The demand, combined with the thrilling invasion, pushed you even closer to the edge.
"I... I need you," you panted, your words barely audible over your erratic breathing. This answer seemed to be what he was waiting for, and his thrusts became aggressive, driving you closer to climax.Your body convulsed, the orgasm erupting within you like wildfire. You cried out his name, yourpleasure consuming you entirely. Your inner walls clenched around him, pulsating in time with the waves of euphoria washing over you.
Sampo couldn't resist any longer as he felt your tightness, the sight of your body quivering beneath his pushed him over the edge.
He roared your name, burying himself deeper inside you as he came, his release spilling into you in forceful pulses. His body trembled, and sweat trickled down his forehead as he savored the aftershocks of your shared climax..
...But that didn't stop him, as he then again continued to thrust into you AGAIN. This made you cry, you couldn't even think straight anymore! Even talk anymore! You couldn't do anything, as your body turned into jelly, you head turned into the side, your eyes we're blurry… but you swear you could see something green just peeking through the creakily opened door.
"enjoying the show dragon young master~?"
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(oH? still horny? Well, this has the extended ver on my patreon Which is still under review oof, just want you know, the extended version of this is more... MORE intense)
Characters: Dan Heng, Sampo, Mr.Welt, Gepard, Argenti
Dan Heng
"I don't mind you asking about my relationship with Y/N, but it's complicated. You see, I care deeply for them. I've never felt this way about anyone before. But my past keeps coming back to haunt me. It's like a dark cloud hanging over my head, and I don't want to put Y/N in danger because of it."
"I've tried to push Y/N away, to protect them from the dangers my past presents. But every time I do, it feels like I'm tearing apart a part of myself. I know it's selfish, but I can't help but want to be with them. Even at the risk of putting them in harm's way, I can't bring myself to let them go."
"Sometimes I feel like it would be better for them if they left me. But there's a part of me that desperately wants to keep them around."
Sampo
“She’s something special, that’s for sure..”
“When I first met her, I was just doing my usual routine and scamming some people. And then I ran into her and…oh boy.”
“From the very first time I started talking to her…I instantly knew she was different. No one else in the Overworld or the Underground caught my attention like she did…”
“I spent more and more time with her and I got to know her more and more. And I just..I don’t know how to explain it. There was something about her that just drew me in. I don’t know if it was her personality or if it was just the way she was so effortlessly charming, but I just started feeling this weird feeling in my chest every time I would be around her..”
Welt Yang
"It's... hard to describe our relationship. We didn't start as anything. We bonded, we grew, and we slowly fell in love over time."
"It sounds cliche, but we just... feel at home when we're with each other. That's the simplest way to describe it."
"What's so special about her?"
"There's lots of special things about her. I could talk for hours if I wanted to, but I'll summarize it in two main traits: She is kind to a fault, even towards those who do her wrong.
She's very, very stubborn."
Gepard
"Ah... where do I start..... well we've been a relationship for a while now, we enjoy doing lot's of stuff together, such as eating, walking around the city, sometimes I take her to train a bit, but she really doesn't have a talent for it, I take her to dates from time to time...."
"I love her.... very much...."
"I.... there are so many things I like about her. She's very kind, she's funny, has a nice sense of humor, she very attractive-"
"She's perfect... for me... I can't really imagine my life without her....."
Argenti
"I have a deep affection for y/n. I admire their strength and determination, and their beauty makes my heart race."
"W-well, whenever I look at them, it's as if time around me stops, all I can focus on is them. Whenever I hear their voice, my heart leaps, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind... a-and whenever they touch me, my skin tingles..."
"It's as if... my whole world revolves around them..."
