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sorry i've been a little mia! some family stuff came up and i have no time and no energy to write or reply to messages atm 😔

next week i hope i will have more time for myself to finish requests, reply, etc. 💙

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uhm... . ......

have you ever accidentally wished on a banner before? 😂😂😭

basically i have yae miko now bye guaranteed ayato lmao

[cryoaquila]

your characterization of xiao was so beautiful!! I really loved your fic

thank you, anon! i feel quite comfortable writing xiao and writing him feels really natural to me, so it’s a lot of fun! 😊

[cryoaquila]

Teapots and Yakshas

prompt: you show xiao your finished teapot and help him “settle in”.

pairing: xiao / gn!reader

tags/warnings: in-game universe, established relationship, top xiao, unprotected, gn pronouns, fluff and smut

w/c: 2.5k

nsfw content | +18 only | minors dni.

it took quite some time, but you had finally finished decorating the entirety of your own realm within your serenitea pot with one goal in mind: to invite your beloved so that the two of you can share the realm together. and now you were ready to show him your hard work. sometimes it felt like an abuse of power to whisper his name unto the wind and have him appear in mere seconds when you weren’t in grave danger; however, even before the two of you began your relationship he constantly assured you that if you wanted or needed him to speak his name, regardless of the reason. you start to wonder if he can even teleport to you here, but your worries are soon put to rest as he appears before you without any trouble. he barely has time to take in the scenery before you embrace him, giving him a small kiss while grabbing hold of his hand and pulling him to all the breathtaking views you had specifically created within the golden-hued realm. he allowed you to pull him around, excitedly showing him every little thing you’ve done while rambling on proudly as he listened earnestly to every word you said.

eventually, the tour concluded inside your house, specifically in the bedroom upstairs that you had created for the two of you. this was certainly not a coincidence on your part; however, you wanted to hear his opinions on everything you had just shown him before suggesting what you had in mind. you turn towards the yaksha, taking his hands into yours, “how do you like it, xiao?” you ask before finally giving him a chance to speak.

there was a somewhat puzzled expression on the yaksha’s face that disappeared as soon as he spoke, “... it’s alright. there aren’t any demons here, but…” his tone was quiet as he thought carefully about his words, not wanting to disappoint you while still trying to get his point across, “it’s too comfortable for me.” he sighs after some thought.

you felt the grin on your lips slip away as your shoulders droop. those were not the words you were expecting to hear from him. “perhaps you’re not used to it, is all?” you ask, trying to find a reasoning behind his indifferent view.

he slightly tilts his head, thinking over what you said before nodding in agreement, “perhaps; however, it doesn’t matter. regardless of whether i feel at ease or not, i will protect this haven of yours.” he squeezes your hands as he makes this promise to you, but you pull away from him while raising an eyebrow.

“eh?” you mutter in surprise before shaking your head, “oh, no, you don’t understand. i didn’t ask you here to protect it.”

now xiao looked even more confused than before, “then why did you ask me here?”

“well,” you say while turning around to glance at the room, “i wanted you to have a place that we can share no matter where we are in the world and, hopefully, a place where you don’t have to worry about anything and can just relax with me.”

he places a hand on your shoulder, causing you to glance at him with a small, hopeful smile on your face - a smile that leaves quickly when he says, “you know i can never have a carefree or peaceful life…” your gaze falls to the floor upon hearing the familiar mantra that he’s told you plenty of times before. you couldn’t help but express your disappointment - you weren’t expecting him to be jumping for joy at your creations, but still, you wanted… something more than just him reminding you of his karmic debt and your ultimate inability to aid him in his struggles.

however, your dampened spirits almost cause you to miss what xiao mutters next under his breath, “but i accept your kindness and efforts in trying to make my suffering less  - and you do make it better. being around you, with you, makes me… feel lighter. and if this beautiful realm means i get to spend more time with you then… i am most grateful for you creating it for us.” his arms wrap around your waist as you lean into him, feeling happier upon hearing his revelation. the two of you stand there just enjoying the serene silence and each other’s company for longer than you anticipated.

“just imagine,”  you break the silence while looking out the window at the realm outside, “ we can relax here in the comfort of each other.”

“for a while, yes, but i can’t stay here forever - liyue needs me.” he reminds you.

“of course, i understand that. i just want to please you while you are here and give you a place to relax.”

“anything with you is pleasing.”

your mind drifts to your original plan upon hearing him, still wanting to finish the tour with a ‘bang’, “uh, so i had something else in mind to end the tour with, but i’m not sure if you feel up to it now… and it’s alright if you don’t, but um...” another silence falls over the two of you as xiao tries to understand what you were hinting at without jumping to conclusions. you swallow hard, feeling suddenly quite hotter than before at the mere implication. without any signs that he was beginning to understand, you start to fiddle with the buttons of your shirt until it loosens enough that the sleeves begin to slip off your shoulders.

before you can finish unbuttoning the rest, you feel him hook his fingers underneath the loosened sleeves, “i… yes, i would like to end your tour in such a way.” he whispers before pressing his lips to your neck while you fiddle with the rest of the buttons so that he can help pull your top off.

his calloused hands gently move across your bare skin, taking in everything from curves, bumps, scars, and the way your body trembles under his touch, all while silently thanking the archons for giving him something as wonderful and lovely as you. he brings a hand to the bottom of your chin, bringing your face to look at him before pressing his lips to yours. no matter how many times you and xiao kissed, you always expected him to be rougher than he actually was. instead of a messy kiss with teeth and tongue clashing, his kisses were more delicate and long-lasting along with timidness each time your lips met. his tongue would press against your closed lips as if asking for entrance without force, and you allow him to explore your mouth. his hands work their way down to your crotch to gently stroke the clothed area, causing you to moan against him, gripping him for stability while he plays with you. 

locked together, the two of you stumble over to the bed where he breaks the kiss so that he can guide you down onto the bed stomach-first. his hands wrap around your waist and you help him by bringing your knees underneath you so that you can raise your hips. he yanks your pants and underwear down to your thighs quickly, a suppressed whimper accompanying his actions while you grab and drag over a pillow for you to rest your face on. he leans over you, his hips pressing against your now naked body and you can feel his cock pressing through his clothes, wanting to thrust within you already - but not yet. he nips at the top of your ear before muttering, “it’s alright, you can relax, i will make sure it won’t hurt. i will never, ever hurt you.” he moves to kiss the top of your back before tracing his tongue slowly down your spine, sprinkling small kisses in-between, allowing his tongue to follow the curve of your ass. you felt a warm heat in your lower stomach as he laps at your excitement before bringing his index finger to your hole, pressing inside of you while his tongue did the same. you tense from feeling both within you, prodding around at the same time while you gasp into the pillow, closing your eyes while he continues to enjoy his time with you. but him pulling away leaves you surprised, and you shake your hips, trying to entice him to come back. “it looks like you’ve been busier than just setting up the teapot, hm? you’ve prepared yourself already…” you felt your cheeks heat up and your eyes widen upon his discovery before becoming a muttering mess while trying to explain yourself. in response, he wipes his lips with his forearm before taking hold of the hem of his pants, chuckling at your cute attempts of explanations, “no worries, i appreciate your eagerness…” your ramblings became silent with a squeak as you feel his hardened cock rub between your ass cheeks before angling it so that it prods at your entrance.

he traces his fingers up your ass and to your hips before firmly gripping your waist. you, in return, spread your legs a little wider, trying to give him enough room. he watches with sharp eyes your reaction to his tip spreading you open. he takes in every movement and every sound you produced, such as how your head picked up from the pillow the more he pushed inwards to your squirming to your knees locking together tightly as his hips finally press against you, resting his member deep inside of you with a low, deep grunt.

as he halts his movements, you shift your hips, your voice faint, “x-xiao, hurry…” your plea causes him to curse softly under his breath before sliding himself out until only the tip was left inside. you ready yourself for the first real thrust, nails gripping the pillow tightly, head tilted to the side, trying to see him and when he was about to move. he glances at his cock which was already soaked with your liquids and you feel his fingers tense against your waist before plunging back into you. a loud moan shakes you to your core as he sets the pace, thrusting in and out of you without pause. you try to ground yourself in the pleasure, nails digging into the pillow while he relentlessly continues his fast pace. you press your face against the soft pillow, tears from the intense pleasure coating it while your body trembles from his size spreading you open. you never got used to how much he fills you up. your sounds were a mixture of moans and broken sentences, “hah… ah… xiao… oh xiao…”

xiao was a lot quieter with his sounds, sometimes the slapping of skin-on-skin was the only thing you heard from him before climaxing. today, however, he was a little more vocal with pants coming out in spurts and the occasional soft groan escaping him. “say... say my name more...” he was breathless, his voice shaking as he tries to speak without moaning in between every sentence, and hearing him try to maintain his composure makes you melt. your body, not able to take it anymore, collapses fully onto the bed. now no longer able to keep your hips raised, the only thing that you could do was grab desperately cling onto the pillow beneath you. xiao wastes no time adjusting, stifled hot breaths escape through his clenched teeth as he repositions himself to be kneeling over you, his legs on either side of your hips while his hands pressing into the small of your back for stability before ramming back inside of you again. his thrusts, now affected fully by the bounciness of the bed, become much more erratic - the speed unchanging but his thrusts sloppier than ever before, hitting all the way inside of you with every single buck. the overwhelming heat makes your moans all the more loud and dirty, all the more reason for him to continue the new position.

your body tenses, legs trying to close around him as you lift your head up just enough from the pillow to be able to speak. “please,” you sob to him, your fingers holding onto the pillow tighter than before, not willing to let go just yet, “i can’t-i’m close, xiao, xiao-”

“shh, it’s alright, i’m here... just let it take you…” you bury your face further into the pillow, biting down on the soaked pillowcase as your tears stream from your half-closed eyes. you reach your peak, a muffled half-groan, half-scream of his name music to his ears as your whole body stays completely still for a moment, basking in the intense pleasure before relaxing fully against the bed. you blink away the cloudy glaze over your eyes as you let the pillow go, a sigh escaping through your loosened lips while he continues to bring about his own orgasm from your twitching hole.

after finishing, it doesn’t take long for him to climax, especially since the only thing on his mind was how you came while screaming his name. you feel his nails dig ever-so-slightly into your skin as he curls his body over you. you force your tired body to brace itself as his cock unleashes inside of you, a warmth washing within you. you feel his member pulsates slightly inside, little moans finding ways to escape from his clenched jaw and tightened lips. once he had filled you up he collapses down on top of you, his breaths rapid as if he had just climbed the tallest mountain in the world. you manage to squirm out from under him, laying on your side so that he can wrap his arms around you and just gently hold you while coming down from his own high, his breathing evening out quickly.

you begin to wonder if he might’ve fallen asleep as you felt yourself begin drifting off to dreamland when a little sigh escapes from him and manages to wake you up just enough to ask, “what’s on your mind, xiao?”

he presses his forehead to the back of your neck before muttering, “i was wondering if... no, never mind, you’re probably busy tonight.”

you roll over to look at him, a tired smile on your face, “i’m not busy tonight - what do you want to do?”

he looks away from you for a moment before clearing his throat and muttering, “... want to go see the lanterns... together?”

your eyes light up, “yes! i’d love to - oh, and don’t worry, i’ll do all the talking and ordering for the both of us!” you exclaim before cuddling closer to him, your face resting against his chest.

as you once again start to drift off to sleep, you feel him run his fingers through your hair before saying softly, “... thank you.” 

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hey, hey! i saw reqs were open and thought i'd send one in. what about gender neutral sfw hc's with kaeya comforting a reader who has night terrors? i'm also a writer looking for mutuals, so wanna be moots? 🥺👀

yep, reqs are open! thank you for requesting, i wanted to try something different with this request and mixed in writing with what kaeya would do. i hope you like it, you can read your finished request [ here ]!

and sure, always happy to meet more genshin writers, i’ll pm you ^^

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night terror

prompt: kaeya comforts you after you have a night terror.

pairing: kaeya x gn!reader

themes: established relationship, fluff, character death (only in the nightmare), depictions of anxiety.

w/c: ~1k

a/n: i really delved into my own experiences with nightmares to write this.

you managed to force your eyes open, but all that stared back at you was an inky black abyss. your clothes and hair beginning to float in its direction before your whole body followed suit, being pulled to its gaping mouth. your limbs felt frozen, a sheer cold that tightened up all of your joints. all you could do was stare helplessly at what was about to be your demise; however, a hand gripped your shoulder, yanking you backward into safety just before the abyss claimed you. instead, it swallowed kaeya up and all you could do was watch, watch as his body disappeared into nothingness in mere seconds right before your eyes. once the realization hit that he truly was gone, your breaths came in spurts, hot tears poured down your face as you choked on your own sobs. with the entity appeased you were free to move once more, but all you could do was stand in shock, only a small shake across your body the only sign of any movement. your name was whispered around you, an echo of his voice, which only grew louder and louder until…

you woke up with a start, the sheets, blanket, and pillows had been thrown around and off the bed haphazardly. you were meant with more darkness, the dread from what you saw resurfacing as your heart pounded so loud you swore you could hear it. your body felt cold, numb, even though a few droplets of sweat dripped down your forehead. you stayed completely still, the only movement you could produce was a slight shake. that’s when you finally felt the hand on your shoulder - had it been there the whole time?

- kaeya continued to say your name, glad to have awakened you from the fit you were throwing in your sleep. now, he focused on trying to get some response or acknowledgment out of you. once he noticed you slightly shaking, he adjusted so that he could pull your body against his, wrapping his arms around you.

- you felt the growing fear within you start to slink away as the softest voice imaginable gently stroked your ears.

“it’s ok, it’s ok, i promise. i’m right here and you’re safe in bed with me. you’re in my arms and you’re safe.”

- your fingers clenched around him desperately, trying to discern if this was reality. you felt your throat tighten and your bottom lip quiver. your body jerked against his as you began to sob loudly and a waterfall of tears slipped down your paled cheeks.

your mouth finally loosened up enough to speak, words falling out in a rambling, stuttering mess, “i lost you, i… you died in front of me and i couldn’t-”

- your rambling was interrupted when he firmly, yet gently, pressed your face further against his bare chest. 

“that didn’t happen. i’m right here. see? don’t you feel my body against yours? don’t you hear my heart beating? i’m here and safe with you love. nothing is around to harm us.”

- he strokes your head, running his fingers lightly through your hair while saying your name soothingly, cradling you the entire time. besides your name, he also whispers to you about how much he loves you, about how he’s here for you, that you’re safe and everything will be ok, occasionally sprinkling in calming hums - anything to keep the deafening silence away.

- after some indestructible amount of time passed, your sobs began to quiet and your tears began to dry. while the anxiety and fear lingered, your mind was slowly easing its way back into peacefulness. you felt him adjust slightly before asking you in a soft tone if you’d like to fall back asleep or get up for the time being.

- you glanced at the mess which was your bed, the fear rising up at the thought of falling asleep only to be met with the same nightmare. you shook your head ‘no’, muttering, “i don’t want to sleep.”

- as soon as you finished speaking, he stood from the bed and walked over to your side. carefully, he picked you up, cradling you against him as he carried you to the living room, lowering you down onto the sofa before wrapping a large blanket over your shoulders.

- he then cuddled up next to you and asked whether you want to hear some stories from him, or have him read to you, or play a game together - anything to help keep your mind off the incident.

- as he spoke he let out a small yawn and you tried to apologize for waking him and causing him so much trouble, but he shushed you by placing a single finger against your lips.

“there’s no need to apologize. the only thing that matters to me is you. i can always catch up on sleep. now then, what would you like to do?”

“if it isn’t a bother, i’d like to hear some stories.”

“i have plenty of stories to share with you, ones you’ve never even heard of, but first let’s get some water and snacks for the two of us. there’s something special about being awake in the middle of the night.”

- with a kiss to the top of your head, he stood to get a few snacks from the pantry - sweets, salty treats, and two glasses of water. once he returned he placed all that he had gathered on the table in front of you. just as he was about to sit back down, he snapped his fingers and instead went to light the fireplace. “mood lighting,” is what he called it; perfect to accompany his fantastical stories with.

- you took a sip of cool water as he sat beside you once again, resting his arm over your shoulder. you learned into him, getting comfortable as he gently traced the side of your arm with his fingertips, a small grin on his face.

“are you comfortable? i have more stories than you might think at my disposal. and don’t worry, if you fall asleep, i’ll watch over you until you wake up again - nothing will come to harm you nor me for i will protect us both from the break of dawn to nightfall.”

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itto would look good tied up i-

[cryoaquila]

happy new year! requests are back open!!!

my goals for the new year is to simply write more.

therefore, requests are back open and will stay open for quite a while this time around! please send your requests here! 

(i deleted any old requests that i had. i’m sorry, but my inspo ran a little dry and i couldn’t think of any good stories to make of them 💔)

also, i have added a few new inazuma characters to the writing list - ayato, itto, and thoma. please check out the bottom of the request guidelines page here to see all the characters i write for.

anyways, go nuts with nsfw or sfw requests, whatever you wanna request 💙

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Hellooo!! so I don't know if this is an idea you like, but maybe I particularly see the relationship of kaeya ​​and rosaria as “friends with benefits”… my creativity on this is pretty empty, but i would really like to read something about them, so if you don't mind about it, you could write what you think is best :) nsfw plsss?

you can find your finished request [ here ] - i hope you like it! i had this as a wip for a very long time, and it ended up being a little on the long side.

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bar snacks

prompt: a friends-with-benefits situation between two people who are more similar than they originally thought. pairings: kaeya/rosaria themes: in-game universe, friends-with-benefits, alcohol mention and consumption, unprotective sex, teasing, oral, choking, slight exhibitionism, strong language. wc: ~3.5k a/n: i got quite carried away writing this. there might be some mistakes, but hopefully it’s still pleasing to read.

nsfw content | +18 only | minors dni.

“cheers to us.”

rosaria’s nails tap against the glass of her drink while she eyes her drinking partner, kaeya, who is holding his glass out to her. “now, now, don’t leave me waiting.” he says with a grin. even though she was craving to taste the bitter liquid, she didn’t want to make him sad by not obliging him. hastily she clinks her glass to his before finishing her drink in mere seconds. his chuckle and the alcohol entering her system were both a warm, albeit short-lived, welcome change from what she called a ‘numbing cold’ that was always lingering on her skin and in her bones. “you know, the drink wasn’t going anywhere.” his quip brings her out of her own thoughts and she casts a glare towards him as he takes a long sip from his drink. he laps the few droplets left on his lips, her eyes fixating on his tongue as he did so. he notices her longing gaze and can’t help but tease her by moving his low-cut shirt to the side to flash her one of his nipples. it took her a moment to catch the action, but when she did her eyes widen just enough to cause a little laugh to escape him.

she lets out an annoyed sigh, quickly averting her gaze away from him and instead onto the bartender who, thankfully, had his back turned to them. “another round,” she mutters before placing the empty glass onto the bar.

“oh? getting wasted tonight are you?” kaeya asks while fixing his shirt, the same sly little smirk still plastered on his face.

she rests her head in her hands, pursing her lips before responding, “the only one who ever gets drunk here is you.”

“while that might be true…” 

she cut in with a quick sneer, “might be?”

“...the great thing about being drunk is that people relax around you.” he continues without pause even after her interruption, “and once they’re relaxed you can get plenty of information out of them… or even get to know them better and manage to find out that they need something that you can provide. anyways, would you like a bar snack again tonight? my treat.”

she mulls his words over for a few seconds, “i do like the sound of that, but let me finish a few more drinks first.”

“there aren’t any bar snacks left this close to closing time. you two know we don’t stay open late on weekdays.” the bartender interrupts before placing down another frothy drink for rosaria.

“oh, it is a weekday, isn’t it? totally slipped my mind, or maybe the alcohol is beginning to kick in.” kaeya says while watching rosaria gulp down the new drink without hesitation, “no need to worry, we can always get something to eat at my place.” he says, bringing his own drink to his lips.

her now empty glass hits the top of the bar, “i’m afraid not. i’m a little short on time tonight due to… work.”

he pauses from taking a sip, thinking for a few seconds before replying, “hm, alright then, i know a place quite close to here that has the best snacks in mondstadt and is open all night long. want to go there before your work?”

she gave him a sidelong glance before nodding, “that sounds perfect.”

~

they waited until the tavern closed, even walking out with the bartender and pretending to head in the opposite direction to buy their ‘snacks’. instead, once the bartender was completely out of sight, the two went behind the tavern and into a small nook between the building and the city’s wall where no light reached and guards never patrolled nearby. “one day we have to come up with a new term for it.” kaeya complains before pushing her back against the exterior tavern wall, his hands already tracing down from her bare shoulders and making way to her breasts while remarking, “if only the bar snack wasn’t always so salty. a little sweet would be a nice change of pace, you know?”

she suddenly moves without warning, her hand grabbing a hold of his clothed package. his breath hitches in his throat as he freezes. “sweets make us both sick.” she states, her nails digging in just enough for him to feel their sharpness even through his pants. “that move you pulled back there was cute, albeit dangerous. you know i won’t be happy if anyone finds out about our little arrangement.” he nods, his teeth clenched tightly together to stifle a moan as he stares intensely at her, waiting for her to show him mercy. after a few seconds longer her grip finally loosens to the point she was now cupping and rolling around his stiffening cock with the palm of her hand before finally letting go, allowing him to make his move.

he lets out his held breath now that he was free from her tight grip before continuing where he left off. he slips both his hands into her sleeveless top and takes her breasts in each hand, taking a moment to relish in their softness and enjoy how they slightly spill out from his grip. ready to lay his eyes on them, he pushes the tight clothing to the middle of her chest which causes both her breasts to slightly jiggle out from the sides of her top. he begins to lower himself so that he can take a nipple into his mouth, but rosaria wanted something else first. she wraps a single finger under the chain that crosses his chest, pulling him back up with a single tug. “you were so ready to flash me in the tavern, but now you’re content leaving your shirt on? that hardly makes any sense, doesn’t it?”

“you’re right, that makes no sense in the slightest.” he agrees before accommodating her wish, stripping off his own top to match her partial nakedness. she looks at his body, her expression unchanging, the only thing showing her approval was the fact her fingers were tracing his toned chest, brushing over his nipples before making their way down to his abs. he waits for her to have her fill before taking hold of one of her nipples, “now then,” he rolls the pink nub between his thumb and forefinger which, much to his delight, causes her lip to twitch faintly, “shall i have a taste?” he kneels in front of her, his mouth closing in around the nipple he had been playing, sucking and rolling the pink bud around with his tongue while his hands go down to play with her clit. his teeth press into the flesh around her nipple just enough to cause her a little jolt, but ultimately she allowed him to leave hickeys and bite marks on her breasts since she knew they would never be seen by anyone that she wasn’t comfortable with. 

even though he was enjoying himself, she now wanted him to focus on a different area than just her nipples; thus, she places both her hands onto his shoulders before pushing down, her nipple slipping out of his mouth as he was forced completely onto his knees. he looks up at her and swears silently that there wasn’t a better view in all of teyvat; however, instead of speaking his mind he instead scoffs out a joke, “i doubt the church would like me kneeling to a nun. what is it called again? idol worship? that’s a sin, right rose?” 

“as if you care about what the church thinks of you.” as she speaks, her hand shifts to the back of his head while the other lifts up the front of her long skirt. “besides, it can’t be bad when you look so damn good knelt in front of me.” kaeya chuckles at her comment, happy to hear she was enjoying his worship of her body just as much as he was. 

kaeya slowly pulls down her tights, careful to not rip them, and she helps by spreading her legs further apart, resting her back against the tavern wall behind her. once the fishnet was down around her thighs he makes quite a discovery that he can’t help but comment on, “looks like you’ve forgotten to wear something underneath your tights.”

before he can say anything else, she pushes the back of his head closer to her pussy, the tip of his nose brushing against the top of her slit while remarking, “what do you mean? i never forget anything.”

kaeya uses his fingers to spread her lips, his cock twitching in his pants at the sight of her clit right in front of his face. he presses his mouth up to meet her, his tongue tracing all the way across her pussy and stopping at the clit, circling the small little nub teasingly. rosaria had always been quiet when they fucked, only muttering demands on occasion - where to move, what to do, what felt good, and what didn’t - and kaeya obliged to every single thing she said. since she wasn’t one to make sounds to show her enjoyment, kaeya instead used a combination of her demands and cues from her body to let him know how she felt; like right now the fact she continued to apply pressure to the back of his head, her nails beginning to dig into his scalp, meant what he was doing felt good. making sure his teeth didn’t get in the way, he ‘bites’ down on her clit with just his lips, moving the little bud around against his soft, wet lips before releasing it just so his tongue could continue its assault while his fingers begin to slide inside of her, noticing how she was already quite wet. his cock was now fully erect, pressing against his pants in a very noticeable bulge. he mutters a curse about wearing tight pants today before going back to eating her out, but just as his tongue came back in contact with her he let out an audible gasp from the pressure he suddenly felt between his legs. the heel of her boot was now pressing against his crotch, and she began to roll his hard cock under her heel. he looks up at her, a wicked little grin on her face and a glint in her eyes as a combination of drool and her own liquids drip from his mouth. he grinds his teeth from the friction she was causing his dick and, deciding he couldn’t take the teasing any longer, moans under his breath to her, “need you. right now.”

“get up then, i’m more than ready for you,” she orders him, and as his hot tongue left her so too did some of the welcoming warmth that she clung to. but she didn’t need to worry for long for their friendly arrangements always left her washed over with a warmth that lasted well into the day, something even the alcohol couldn’t accomplish.

he manages to stagger back up, wiping any liquids left on his mouth with his arm before grabbing a handful of her ass and pushing his body against her, sandwiching her between him and the wall. he nibbles her neck, careful not to leave any seeable marks on her pale skin. “wrap your legs around my waist.” he says in a hurried tone, his cock aching to be plunged into her wet walls already. she yanks her tights all the way off while also unbuttoning his pants to free his fully erect cock before resting her arms onto his shoulders, bracing her back against the wall. he situates her just above his member, his hips bucking to rub his tip against her clit. she reaches down to help line himself up with her entrance before locking her eyes to his and giving him a quick nod of approval. his hips begin pushing upward, his dick pushing inside her. rosaria’s jaw sets tightly while his thick shaft spreads her open like it did nearly every single night they went out for drinks to the point he wondered if her pussy was getting used to the exact shape of him. her jaw relaxes as soon as he stops moving, a very quaint sigh of relief escaping her while her tense walls start to relax around his mass. kaeya was pressed entirely against her, his cock aching to begin thrusting, “damn, you’re squeezing me so well, rose.” he breathes, melting into the feeling of her.

“move.” was all she said in return. foreheads press together and noses brush as he does as she commands, her nails digging into his back while he begins rolling his hips and thrusting back up into her. a very gentle gasp escapes through her parted lips as kaeya continues, holding onto her tightly, almost as if he was afraid that she’d disappear if he let go. she feels his muscles working all around her while his cock presses further with each thrust, but he hadn’t picked up the speed just yet. with each thrust, he was searching for that spot - that one perfect spot that she always asked him to find and aim for.

her head falls back against the wall behind her as her body stiffens in reaction to one of his thrusts. kaeya traces his tongue up her now exposed neck while she lets out a murmur so quiet that he had to strain to be able to understand her, “... there… more, kaeya, more there.” he understands right away and begins to press into the one spot that made her react so deliciously, roughly hitting her sweet spot every single time.

“want to do this every day and night i see you. your body, your little reactions, they make me weaker than i care to admit,” he mutters against the underside of her neck before nibbling the sensitive exposed skin.

“oh, is the alcohol taking effect? you always talk so sweetly when you’re a little bit tipsy.” even though his thrusts were accompanied by her juices leaking out around him she still somehow manages to sound so composed while his body and voice both shook with pleasure. “your tolerance levels are so low, but i guess you make up for it in stamina.”

he chuckles from her backhanded compliment, “between your sexiness and getting my fix, i can’t keep away from you.”

“... your fix? what does that mean? is my body as good as alcohol?” a little laughter lingers in her voice at the thought of him being addicted to her, something that honestly didn’t sound half-bad to her.

“no, i mean, it’s just nice to finally feel… something, for once, other than this… chilly loneliness or numbing cold-” her eyes widen upon hearing the words she repeatedly called the one thing she continuously tried to escape from. her head snaps back up, looking straight at him as a deep groan stops him from finishing his sentence and causes his rhythmic thrusts to stutter to a stop. breathlessly, he mutters out, “holy shit… is everything alright? you just tightened up so much it felt-”

“if you don’t shut up and fuck me...” warm calloused hands wrap around his throat, squeezing against his adam’s apple while her nails dig into his skin, leaving little marks across the side of his neck, “...then the more you talk, the tighter my grip will get.” he swallows hard, realizing he had done something that had struck quite a nerve with her, but he didn’t dare to ask any more questions for the current tightness wrapping around his throat was already causing tears to form. there was now nothing else he could do than thrust in and out of her since her grip made him unable to move in any other way - not like that was a problem, there was nowhere else he’d rather be than thrusting into her. thus, unable to do much else than bring them both to orgasm, his pace became ruthless, slamming into her insides, liquids leaking from both parties, a desire to bring them both to orgasm lest he passes out beforehand. all the while she continues to burn holes into him with her eyes while her grip continues to restrict his breath just enough to make his head feel a bit fuzzy. 

“so obedient now, and those tears are beautiful in your ice blue eyes,” her voice was barely a whisper and her gasps were fast and uneven, but her eyes continue to burn into him while her nails leave marks on the sides of his neck. a desperate whine falls out of him while rosaria’s legs tighten around his waist upon feeling the tensing of his cock, knowing he was getting quite close. she squeezes his throat tighter when he slams repeatedly into her sweet spot, causing her body to convulse before her orgasm spills out. she tightens around his cock while her hands tighten around his neck, kaeya’s mind going completely blank for the first few seconds of her orgasm. he continues his movements until she finally lets go of his neck, arms falling to the side, shoulders relaxing, letting the pleasure completely rush her system. he takes in a huge gasp of air, his lungs thanking him. while she became nearly-limp in his arms, his thrusts become much messier than before because of her body beginning to relax into blissfulness around him while he was just on the edge of coming. with one final thrust, he leans his head down into the crook of her neck, spilling his hot seed inside of her, his vision blurring as if her hands were wrapped around his neck once more. as her senses come back to her, she places a hand on the back of his head, gently playing with his hair while the other rubs his back, a small hum in her throat as his body shudders against her for a few more moments before relaxing entirely with her.

the two pant heavily, neither trying to suppress themselves, knowing that the warm air was a welcoming comfort. he could feel his cock softening and he wished silently that they weren’t outside in an alleyway so that the two of them could stay cuddled up together for a few moments lover, but just as he thought about holding and cuddling with her his arms began to shake in protest. very carefully, he pulls out of her and helps her down, her own legs a little showing their wobbliness after such an intense and rigorous session. upon noticing her shakiness, he reaches down to pick her tights up for her while asking, “do you need help-”

“no,” she responds quickly, grabbing her tights off the ground before he can pick them up for her.

an awkward silence falls over the two of them. usually, there was some silly after-sex banter to enjoy, but not tonight. kaeya felt his throat tighten while he got himself dressed, wondering if he did something to upset her in some way, “i didn’t mean to make you mad-”

“you didn’t.” she mutters, fixing any strands of hair that had gotten out of place, “same time tomorrow for drinks and… bar snacks?”

he looks caught-off-guard from her question, certain that she was about to end their arrangement because of something he had said or done. “yeah, sure, i don’t have any plans tomorrow night.”

“we never do.”

he stays quiet, thinking about their interactions tonight while she checks to make sure they could make their way back to the roads of mondstadt without anyone seeing them. then it dawns on him and he remembers how she acted when he talked about his own feelings and why he enjoyed their friends-with-benefits arrangement. just as she was about to leave, kaeya calls out to her, “that’s why we have each other, to fill that… void or... we are the same type of people, after all, both struggling to find something… at least, i find our time spent together a comfort on nights when things are more difficult than usual." he stops himself with a chuckle, shaking his head slightly, “i must be tipsy for how much i’m rambling.” but as he looks at her, his playful little smile vanishes upon seeing her glistening wet eyes that look like they were about to pour tears at any moment - something kaeya had never seen before from her. however, she only allows him a glance before turning away and reaching for the small dagger memorabilia she always kept on her. she twirls it around her fingers, watching the little weapon glimmer in the moonlight, blinking away the tears that were threatening to pour from her eyes and down her cheeks. 

“i have work to do.” before he can even process what she had whispered, she hurries off, leaving him alone and lost in thought for the rest of the night.

[cryoaquila]

Could you possibly write a scenario w/ Diluc, Kaeya, and Childe waking up to their s/o giving them a blowjob bc the boys have been overworked and stressed out lately and their lover wants to help them out? 👉👈

it's done, you can find it here!

[cryoaquila]

rest & destress

prompt; you help your sleepy s/o destress 💕

pairings (separately!); diluc/gn!reader, kaeya/gn!reader, childe/gn!reader

themes; modern aus, oral, established relationships, face-fucking, light teasing, cursing.

wc; ~4k

nsfw content | +18 only | minors dni.

when diluc had arrived home from a long day at work he had expected to fumble with that damnable alarm clock before getting a couple of hours of shut-eye before going back to his job. he hadn’t, however, planned on your proposal - which was something that you had been cooking up ever since he left for his nightshift. your proposal was that you’d be his alarm clock. the deal was so simple, to let you wake him up with kisses all over his body, all the way down to his... needless to say, the tantalizing idea alone caused him excitement which led to him agreeing; besides, you were far better than any cold, metallic machine that's ringing was the stuff of nightmares; however, while it was a simple idea in concept, now that it was time to execute such an idea his mind was completely blank except for his willingness to begin. he sat, propped up, half-awake, watching you with wide doe-like eyes as you kissed your way down his shirtless torso. your hands were already cupping his half-hard cock through his underwear as you smiled upon arriving at the last article of clothing he was wearing.

“your face is as red as your hair.” your words caused him to cover his face with his forearm and you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of your blushing lover. “ah, so cute.” it was so much nicer to see him blushing and embarrassed instead of stressed-out and exhausted. you positioned yourself in-between his legs before slowly pulling his underwear down in an almost agonizing yet satisfying way. now with that little obstacle out of the way, his perfectly hard and ready-to-be sucked dry dick was out in the open. you hummed your enthusiasm since his body was clearly showing you his and even the chilly air hadn’t affected how turned-on he was; however, you did notice a small shiver run across his body, so you comforted him quickly, “don’t worry, it won’t be cold for long.” you clicked your tongue upon hearing a soft whimper from him, his eyes still covered by his forearm. 

and with that comment, you began your task to both warm and wake him up. to start, you kissed the tip before moving your lips down the shaft, pressing against the skin in a series of light kisses. once you finished kissing all the way down, you brought yourself back up with gentle licks, tasting his cock as you went while warming it up with your saliva. you noticed his lip quiver and, just to make sure, you asked, “does it feel good?”

“g-good,” he responded before you even finished your question. with his confirmation, you began licking just under the head, which caused a lovely reaction from him in the form of squirming and hot, deep gasps accompanied with slight yet soft moans. you steadily brought the head into your mouth, letting it get used to the heat before releasing, licking once again around and underneath the head while your hands clasped together to stroke the base.

“if you keep teasing like that-” his barely audible voice had a shake to it which you liked hearing from the usually straight-forward and stern man.

“you’ll come? oh, we can’t let that happen before it gets a good feel of my mouth.” you taunted.

“w-wait are you going to take it all in- ah!” he groaned loudly, suddenly gripping the bedsheets below with both hands as, with a snicker, your whole lips wrapped around the tip of his member before sliding the length inside your hot mouth. your tongue danced with delight as you brought your mouth up from his length before plunging back down, sucking determinedly as you went. the groans from the otherwise soft-spoken man along with his pulsating cock and slightly-salty precum were all enough to know that you were making him feel damn good, which, in return, made you feel damn good as well. 

you kept your pace steady even while he wriggled around underneath you. to see how much pleasure just your mouth alone caused him brought you glee, and you smiled around his dick while going back down on it, a long groan following your movements all the way down. as your head bobbed back up once more you felt his legs try and close in around you. he said something in a faint hiss that you weren’t able to understand; however, you immediately realized it must’ve been a warning of his orgasm as he released his load into your mouth. your eyes widened, surprised by the sudden mouthful you got, but you were far from unhappy - no, seeing him, his back arched, jaw opened wide, and the softest little growl coming from his throat as he orgasmed inside you was a sight to behold. you continued to suck and lick while he came, wanting to taste every last drop of him. he no longer was squirming from your sucking but instead laid perfectly still, his legs squeezing around your body as his moans started to become quieter and less frequent. with one last swallow, you pulled yourself off of him, a trail of saliva still connecting your lips and the tip of his cock before breaking. his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as you moved to cuddle beside him, kissing his bicep as you laced an arm around his. once you settled down he asked you in a quiet voice, “can we stay in bed a few more minutes?”

“i think your alarm clock can allow that.”

at the start, kaeya had handled his job’s stress quite well. he’d come home and, in an overly dramatic yet fun way, tell you all about his day and what he might have ‘accidentally’ overheard from his coworkers or even boss. however, his attitude soon changed as the work he was assigned became more paper-based and less people-based - at least, this new workload should only last a few months according to his boss; however, even though it was temporary it affected him negatively. you noticed that his mood had become sour to the point where you rarely ever saw him smile or make sarcastic comments anymore. he’d come home and complain about the paperwork and how his boss constantly was nagging him about how many assignments he finished in a day. often, he’d bring his work home with him and try to get his numbers up instead of doing any of the things he used to enjoy. this new routine of work, eat, work, sleep, repeat had worn him down to the point where seemingly nothing the two of you did could help alleviate his stress.

that is until you got an idea. an idea to help him get through these awful days until his work went back to normal. you’d give him something special every single morning that would aid in relieving any leftover stress from work and, hopefully, help him get through the next day. of course, as soon as you brought this idea to his attention he readily agreed, never shying away from an opportunity of exploring new sexual activities with you. the way you intended for it to happen involved him relaxing and letting you be the initiator who did all the work; but, the first morning showed that he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

the first morning went by helping him wake up with a much-needed blowjob, although he was half-awake before you even began since he was far too aroused to stay asleep for long. since you were the one in control currently, your movements were slow as you purposely teased his cock with your tongue by sliding it down his stiffening shaft, all the while not taking your eyes away from his own. you didn’t stop your descent downward, bringing your tongue against one of his balls while cupping the other softly in the palm of your hand, letting the warmth envelop it. you watched his reaction, his breath hitching in his throat as you dragged your tongue upward, letting the testicle jiggle slightly from the movement. you couldn’t help but grin against the sensitive skin that your tongue and mouth were toying with, all the while making sure the other got some time with your hands. of course, all this attention to his testicles was making his dick jealous and a few drops of precum that dripped down onto your nose and cheeks let you know that it was time to give the main attraction more attention. with a few kisses goodbye to his balls, you licked your way back up his dick, stopping to flick your tongue around in circles at the head before stopping to smirk at him, “what a perfect little plaything you are for my mouth.” you brought a hand up to grasp his length gently, using your finger to play with the frenulum which caused his whole body to jerk and toes to curl, a little gasp escaping from him. “just a dick for me to enjoy.” he raised an eyebrow at you, a smile dancing on his mouth as you felt brazen from your taunts - usually, he was the one to tease and taunt you, but for now you wanted him to think of anything but work, and if being your plaything, your cock to suck, would keep his mind away from the stressful day to come, then so be it. once he knew his place you removed your finger from his frenulum before gradually taking him in, letting your mouth feel everything as you go: the texture, the veins, the taste, all welcome inside of you. you started off leisurely, your hands holding onto his lovely thighs while your head slid down, swallowing his dick entirely in your mouth in one go before pressing against his thighs to help yourself push back up - all the while making sure your tongue lapped and felt every inch it could access.

once his dick became slicker, your motions became quicker, and you felt his fingers run through your hair as you slurped around his cock. his breathing was speeding up by the minute and you wondered if he was close; but that thought quickly disappeared as, suddenly, he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you off with a wet ‘pop’ sound. you weren’t ready to stop, your mouth felt empty without his dick or seed and you let out a small whine of disapproval. he chuckled at your whine, standing up from the bed with his hard, wet cock in his hand. “want it? c’mon, get on your knees, love, and i’ll give it all to you.” ah, he was definitely wide-awake now. you cleared your throat and eagerly slid off the bed and onto your knees, wanting his cock in your mouth already. he smirked down at you, letting you know who was in charge now by softly slapping his cock against your cheek which caused a mixture of your own saliva and some of his precum to stick to your face. “open wide~” he said in a sing-songy voice. you did as you were told and opened your mouth, pleased with the thought of him thrusting into your throat to make himself orgasm, even if that wasn’t what you had in mind when you first planned this exchange. without much pause, he stuffed his dick into your pretty little mouth. he sternly gripped the back of your head and, once he made sure both you and he were stable, he thrusted into your mouth while also pushing your head forward onto his dick. you writhed from the thrust, tears forming in the corners of your wide eyes as you felt the tip of dick that you had kissed and licked every-so-lovingly press into the back of your throat. he watched you with adoring eyes as you tried to take him all in without choking around his girth. after a while of sitting still, letting you get used to it being so deep inside, he pulled his hips backward, patting your head as he let out a sigh, “what did you say earlier? just a dick for you to enjoy, right? well, then, enjoy it in its entirety - all the way down your throat.” you gave him a nod, bracing for the next couple of thrusts which came faster than before now that the two of you were comfortably situated.

after a little while, his own thrusts were accompanied with grunts that escaped through his clenched teeth. “ready?” he asked, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth without his prompting. you looked up at him, giving a slight nod in his direction. he smiled down at you, patting your cheek, “good baby,” with that, his thrusts became wild as each thrust felt like he was testing to see how far back he could get. every single time he went further and rougher and you wondered if you’d reach your limit before he orgasmed but, with one final thrust, he came. one hand gripped the back of your head, some of your hair held tightly in his grip as he kept you still, shooting his cum into the back of your throat. you choked around his cock, gripping his thighs with both your hands, nails digging into his flesh, a few tears dripping down your cheeks and smearing with the dried precum still there. obediently, you did not move away as he gently pulled his hips back and forth, rubbing his orgasm out entirely using just your mouth alone. a shudder rocked his whole body and you noticed his knees buckled ever-so-slightly. once he was finished using your mouth, he pulled his dick out, not even a drop of cum left on the tip.

he dropped back onto the bed behind him, pulling you up into his lap so that he could cuddle with you and kiss you all over. he wiped the small amount of mess that had been left on your cheeks and chin before wondering out loud about your little arrangement: “if i can have this every day then surely i can get through this tough spot at work. and if you don’t think you can take me every day in that smug little mouth of yours, well, there are other ways to play with you until it’s ready again.”

a mixture of the coldness of an empty bed, curse words whispered under one’s breath, and the creaking of old floorboards underfoot caused you to awake from your light slumber; however, you weren’t surprised. no, you weren’t surprised at all when you saw his shadowed outline barely illuminated by the streetlight outside your tiny bedroom window. tartaglia was pacing back and forth, whispering to himself so quietly that you couldn’t make out a single word. you watched him, part of you wanting to try and comfort him as you’ve done in the past, but the other half of you just wanted to bury your head back into your pillow for you knew that he’d just shrug off whatever help you tried to offer him. this occurrence had become regular ever since the two of you moved into this hovel you both called home. just to afford such a crummy apartment you had to take on multiple jobs and he, well, the only thing you knew about his job was that he called it ‘unsavory work’, but it ultimately paid far more than your multiple jobs combined, and yet, it still wasn’t enough. it never was. when he first started working he faked his mentality so well; always putting on a small, mischievous grin and while seemingly keeping his spirits high, but as the months went by and the two of you continued to try to save up enough to find a different place and different work the light in his eyes dimmed. but even on days when he came home with a limp in his step and new scars and bruises across his body, he continued to keep you in the dark about his emotional state. only at night, behind closed doors, when he thought you were asleep and the nightmares became too much, he’d let whatever he bottled up out in small, quiet bursts.

tonight, though, seemed worse than most. so, giving in to the angel-on-your-shoulder, you decided to try and comfort him instead of going back to bed. he was by your side as soon as he became aware that you were awake, sitting on the bed next to you, rambling apologies for waking you up. you gave him a small kiss to show it was alright, and he smiled as usual, but when you tried to ask if there was anything wrong he cut you off with a short-yet-stern comment about how he was fine and didn’t wish to discuss his own well-being since only yours mattered to him, after all. ignoring his lies, you traced the bags under one of his eyes gently with your thumb. as you did this, his grin disappeared, and he took your hand in his, bringing it away from his exhausted face. “you know you can tell me anything that’s bothering you, right?”

you were met with silence. you wished this was a rare occurrence, but you had gotten used to either silence or empty answers to your direct questions. with a weary sigh, you pulled away from him, turning your back to him as you lay down on the bed once more. you waited to see what he would do, and, after a few minutes, you felt the bed dip as he laid beside you without a single word. the only sounds you could hear were the buzzing of the streetlight outside and the distant barks of a dog, but the otherwise tense silence was eating away at you. every second felt like an eternity as you kept replaying different arguments, different nights, different discussions, replaying all of them in your head and you began to wonder if you could’ve done anything better. but the more you thought about the situation the angrier you became - at yourself, him, his job, the damn hellhole you two were stuck in - not to mention it felt like the air was becoming hotter by the second and all you wanted was to feel him against you like in the past. you could’ve continued to lay there and let the anger boil and fester as you’ve done before and let another night become meaningless, but instead, you turned to him and whispered, “i don’t want us to go to bed angry.” it took him but a moment before he turned to face you and, without speaking, he pressed his lips to yours.

for a few seconds, it felt like old times again, back when you two regularly spoke and told each other everything. but, just as you began to enjoy the kiss, he broke away from you. you stayed still, your head tilted slightly, mouth ajar, and he looked at you sadly. “i’m not angry. i could never be angry at you.” he closed his eyes, shaking his head slowly, “but you have every right to be mad at me.” your mouth shut into a grimace at his comment - didn’t he understand you weren’t mad at him but mad that he kept trying to hide whatever was eating him away from you. your eyes narrowed, trying to think of what to say or what the right thing to say in this situation would be but your thoughts were coming up empty. without knowing what to say you decided that maybe words weren’t the answer in this situation and, before he nor you realized what was happening, you pushed your own mouth against his, grabbing a tuft of his hair in your hand while pulling on his shirt, forcing him back down on the bed. he wasn’t allowing words to comfort either of you, so instead you’d see if actions could. his hands pulled you closer to him, but instead, of leading the kiss into a full-on make-out session, you broke it so that you could pin his arms above his head, feeling a brief exhilaration upon seeing him below you and under your control. you nibbled across his jawline before letting your teeth sink into the side of his neck, his nails trying to claw at the hands that kept him pinned as he gasped out loud. you made sure that your actions would leave a noticeable mark before kissing the reddening area, licking at the teeth marks you had left. once satisfied, you sat up, straddling him, your breaths hotter and heavier as he stared up at you with half-lidded eyes.

with his eyes on you, you began to take your own shirt off. no need to beat around the bush here, you were overheated and needed something to aid in releasing your frustration, and pleasuring him was the quickest way to do that. “this will relieve some pint-up stress for you, at least, for a day or so. since you won’t open up to me about your feelings... it’s the one thing i can think to do to help you since you won’t talk to me. if you want to, of course.”

“go ahead. we haven’t done anything in a while, due to my... work and the... toll it takes on me, from time-to-time.” upon hearing him say ‘from time-to-time’ you scoffed, knowing he suffered far more than that. still, that was the most he had told you about his work and how it was affecting him in a long time. while you wondered if he’d say anything more, your fingers practically moved on their own, hooking underneath both his pants and underwear’s waistband, tugging on them to show him what you wanted. without speaking, he lifted his hips up and you lifted yourself onto your knees so that you could yank his clothes down to his knees with a little grunt. now that he was exposed and relaxed against the bed one more, you leaned down, taking his cock into your hands. to get him more excited, you pressed it against your face, rubbing it gently against your cheek, the heat you felt before was growing and you wanted nothing more than to go down on him. his cock twitched from your actions, and you were able to feel his own heat radiating off his member. you smiled at his reaction and the lustful dazed look he was giving you as he watched you start to kiss the head of his dick. his eyes widened with interest as you brought yourself back onto your knees, leaning forward so that you could bring your hand to his face once more. he waited for you to trace the bags under his eyes again or trace the wrinkles he had gotten from the stress of his work, but instead, you pressed your fingers to his lips. wordlessly, he opened his mouth, and you pushed your fingers inside his mouth. he closed his lips around them, curling his tongue around each finger gently and you watched intently. once your fingers were coated with his saliva you pulled them out. you leaned back down and brushed the tips of your now wet fingers against his cock before wrapping your hand around the base, stroking gently. while your hand stroked, the other explored his body - something you hadn’t done in a long, long time. you let your fingers feel every inch of his skin, the bumps, freckles, moles, bruises, scars new and old that decorated him, all beautiful in your eyes. upon feeling him thrust his hips against your hand you realized that your stroking and tracing had caused his cock to jump to life. he no longer was watching you and had turned his head to the side; his mouth was open just enough to let a little drool trickle from the corner of his lips. he was ready for you, and you were ready for him.

once done exploring his torso and thighs, you brought your lips to the tip. he was already leaking precum, and you lapped at the salty liquid before wrapping your lips around the head. your cheeks were puffed, full of his hardened cock. it was difficult to maneuver your tongue around his dick while it was in your mouth due to the size, but you tried your best. you held onto the base, stroking gently while beginning to bob your head. occasionally, you would bring one hand to stroke his balls, or even flick them to cause a jerk reaction from him and a sharp moan which only made you snicker against the member deep in your mouth. once feeling the need to pause, you sucked a breath in, your mouth closing in around him as you waited a few seconds, resting before starting once more. you noticed that he was now looking at you again, a hand covering his mouth, stifling his moans. your eyes locked as you continued to bob your head up and down, stopping only to rest with his dick still deep inside your mouth, pressed against the inward of your cheek. all the while, your other hand was cupping his balls, making sure to not neglect them. he moved his hand away from his mouth quickly, his moans echoing loudly in the room now that they were no longer being stifled. “n-no, i’m coming, wait-!” he pressed his palm against your forehead, pushing you off his cock just before squirting his cum onto your face in a failed attempt to come elsewhere. his whole body trembled around you, his hand sliding down to your cheek, his nails scuffing the skin just barely. “s-sorry...” he stuttered out before clenching his teeth. a little smile crossed your face and you shook your head while watching his lovely o-face disappearing, the expression only made your lower region tingle with want. you licked your lips of the mess that was on them, but he spoke hastily in response, “ah, no, wait, let me help you clean up.” his voice was more stable than before as his orgasm began fizzling out. he moved to stand, and then joked, “if there’s anything i learned from work, it’s about cleaning stains.” your eyes perked up at him - it had been a while since you’ve heard him joke about anything, and his laughter, you hadn’t realized just how much you missed hearing it. perhaps, you thought to yourself as he left to grab a wet towel, with time and continued interest that didn’t include prodding, he’d open up to you in increments. 

[cryoaquila]

i finally get to become a childe-haver huh

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jean ily but pls don't ruin my 50/50 on childe AGAIN.

[cryoaquila]

hi there!! can i request reaction of childe, kaeya and zhongli (separate) finding bruises on their s/o's body? someone who has done this to them :(

hi! i meant for this to be 3 drabbles (1.5k words total) but it turned into 3k words total lol. i enjoyed this prompt a lot, you can find the finished work here, and thank you for sending a request in!

[cryoaquila]

bruises

prompt; your s/o finds bruises on you that were caused by someone that wasn’t them...

pairings (separately!); zhongli/gn!reader, kaeya/gn!reader, childe/gn!reader.

themes; hurt/comfort, alcohol mention and consumption, light suggestive themes, separate aus (genshin universe, modern au, and school au).

wc; ~3k

your thoughts had been a cloudy mess ever since zhongli had asked you to meet him at his favorite teahouse for the evening, which you could only imagine was his way of asking you on a date. you felt a goofy grin begin to spread across your lips and you brought your hands up to cover your mouth so that it didn’t look like you were smiling at nothing while walking to the teahouse. you giggle against your palms, beginning to imagine your romantic date with him tonight. thoughts of him leaning down to give you a ‘hello’ kiss, him reaching over the table to take your hand in his, possibly even suggesting you go home with him tonight... you couldn’t help but squeal, your cheeks heating up as you continue daydreaming until-

thud!

your eyes shut close as you fell onto the concrete below, a groan escaping your lips from the pain beginning to radiate in your thigh. you look up at whatever or whoever you ran into. a guy was standing above you, glaring down at you. the group of people he was with were snickering, shooting glances at you, and whispering between themselves before they began to walk away without him. you expect him to help you up and ask if you were ok, but instead, he just sneers, “watch where you’re going...” before running off to join his friends, leaving you on the ground in a sour mood. you grumble under your breath at him, pushing yourself up from the ground. you bit back a gasp of pain when you try to put a little weight on your leg, feeling the muscles within scream at you to not do that again. it wasn’t bad enough to make you think you broke a bone - you weren’t crying in pain, after all - but you certainly had hurt yourself to the point where you shouldn’t be walking on it right now. without thinking any longer about the injury, you start to limp forward, still determined to have a nice night with zhongli at the teahouse regardless of the pain you were in.

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as you enter the teahouse you’re greeted by one of the teahouse employees, “welcome! where would you like to be seated this evening?”

“hello, actually i’m here to meet someone. is zhongli here yet?” you respond, and she nods, smiling.

“oh yes, mr. zhongli is quite the regular here. right this way, please!” you follow after her, limping along the way until she stops in front of a private room and slides the door open for you. your heart begins to beat rapidly upon seeing him already seated; he had dressed up quite nice for you tonight, and you were suddenly thanking your past self that you sucked it up and came to the date instead of going home. you swallow hard before walking into the room, trying to hide your limp as the door slides closed behind. 

you didn’t want him to fret over you or suggest you leave but, try as you might, zhongli notices your limp almost instantly. he quickly stands and walks over to help you, offering his shoulder for you to lean on while aiding you in getting to the table so you could sit down. “how did you hurt yourself?” he asks, leaning down beside you as you bring your leg up to see what the injury looks like. your thigh had some decently large bruises along with smaller ones scattered across your skin and some areas were red and scraped up from the fall.

you grimace at the injury - which was worse looking than you thought it would be. “an accident.” you mutter, but that short answer wasn’t enough for zhongli.

“please, i wish to know more than that,” he begs and you glance at him, noticing a worried look spreading across his face.

“i... i wasn’t paying attention and walked into someone and fell on my leg,” you admit quickly upon seeing his expression, not wanting to see him worry about you for a second longer.

he continues to study your leg before asking, “should i begin walking with you everywhere you go to make sure you’re safe and paying attention?”

perhaps if someone else had asked you that question you’d shrug it off as them just being sarcastic, but not zhongli. you knew him and knew he was quite serious in his offer. “n-no, you don’t have to do that!” you stutter, not wanting to cause him any more trouble than you’ve already caused for him.

“but i truly do not mind making time out of my day to walk with you and protect you if needed.” you felt your cheeks begin to heat up once again at how sweet he was for offering to forgo some of his free time just to make sure you were safe, but you still shake your head ‘no’, deciding you don’t need an escort everywhere you go... although it would cause you two to spend more time together and that was somewhat tempting. “well then, do you need to get some medicine for it? we can stop and pick up some herbs from the shop and then head to my home to apply them to your leg.” as he speaks he stands back up, heading over to his seat across the table from you.

“oh, that would be-” your voice gets stuck in your throat the second you realize he said he’d take you back to his place. you clear your throat, your voice cracking as you finish your sentence, “helpful.”

he tilts his head to the side slightly, that worried expression coming back again, “are you well enough to still enjoy some tea before getting the medicine?”

“y-yes!” you stammer, trying to convince him you were well enough to stay, “i don’t want to go yet, i want to enjoy the evening with you at your favorite place!”

he chuckles, “your enthusiasm is adorable. i didn’t realize how much you wanted to spend time with me, but it is quite flattering to hear.” you felt your face redden beyond belief and you cup your cheeks, which only causes him to chuckle again at how adorable your reaction was.

well, you did get a chance to go back to his place, but it wasn’t exactly for the reason you wanted. but the two of you did get closer and, perhaps, after you heal, he’d invite you to his place again for... different reasons.

the empty plate in front of you was promptly whisked away by kaeya and you thank him for the meal before he goes into the kitchen to clean the dishes. you take the time alone to look at your wrist, noting how the mark that had been left behind was beginning to discolor. you touch what was becoming a bruise, your lip twitching upon feeling how sensitive it was to the touch. you tug your sleeve down and over the bruises upon hearing the kitchen door open. you smile softly upon seeing kaeya again, this time carrying with him a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“and now for a drink to celebrate your new job,” he says before sitting the glasses down on the table.

“i’m sorry about coming home so late,” you apologize once more as he pops the cork out and begins pouring the wine into your glass.

“it’s not a problem, dear,” he says while switching to his own glass to fill with wine, “it really wasn’t any trouble.” his words help ease your anxieties about making him wait longer to make the celebratory dinner because you couldn’t get away from work on time. once done pouring he places the bottle on the table and sits down and takes his glass into his hand. you pick yours up and the glasses clink together in a cheer, both of you taking a small sip of the expensive drink. he holds his glass near his lips, eyeing you, his small smile disappearing quickly into a frown. but you barely notice the change before he smiles again, putting his glass back down on the table. he holds out his hand for you, and you grin, placing your glass down before taking his hand into yours. he rubs his thumb across your palm, and, before you can even react, his fingers slide to pull your sleeve up just enough to reveal the bruises you were trying to hide.

“what happened here, love? i don’t recall gripping your wrist tight enough to cause this in the bedroom.” while there was amusement in his voice, his expression betrayed his tone - the corners of his lips were pointed downward, and his eyes were piercing the bruise with an icy glare.

you chuckle from his comment, shaking your head slightly upon remembering the absurdity that had happened earlier at work. “no, it wasn’t caused by you. this coworker of mine grabbed my wrist while i was leaving and made me stay later to finish some work.” you roll your eyes, muttering under your breath, “but it was mainly their work that they didn’t want to finish.”

you notice him purse his lips as he gently traces the bruises, “so they’re the reason you were late, hm? this... coworker of yours, who are they?” his eyes dart back up the meet your own, and the look in them could cause anyone who hasn’t been around kaeya for as long as you have to shiver with fear.

“someone who works in the same office as me but has a higher position.” you sigh, “that’s why they were able to make me do their work.”

your response only caused him to glare between you and the bruises, his hand balling into a fist in your palm, “why did you try to hide this from me?” you notice a muscle in his jaw tightens as he waits for your response.

“i just wanted to not bring down tonight’s mood is all, otherwise i would’ve told you right away,” you admit sheepishly, feeling silly for trying to hide something from him in the first place.

you notice your answer causes him to relax a little, “ah, that’s understandable.” he suddenly smiles with clenched teeth, pulling the cuff of your sleeve back down and over the bruise before gently taking your hand in his, “but in the future, i’d appreciate it if you let me know about these things regardless if it would affect the mood. i don’t want you to feel like you have to hide anything from you.” you nod in response before he continues to speak, picking his glass up once more, “now, let’s enjoy this wonderful evening together.”

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you return to your job the next day, ready to show your skills off to your new coworkers, but you quickly realize that the coworker that had caused your wrist to bruise was nowhere in sight. in fact, their desk in your shared office was completely bare with all their personal items gone. at that time you weren’t able to ask anyone what had happened since you had to start working right away, but at lunch, you try to find someone who knows something about the situation.

“oh, i heard they resigned incredibly early in the morning and moved everything out of the office before we even opened.” one of your coworkers told you upon asking them.

“huh...” was all you could mumble while your mind was racing with thoughts. why had they left in such a hurry? he hadn’t... no, no way... right? much to your annoyance, whatever had happened remained shrouded in mystery because people either just didn’t know or their lips stayed sealed on the matter...

you stagger into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. you let out a hiss from the pain erupting from your sides as you manage to stumble to the row of sinks and mirrors, supporting your weight against the sink countertop. the few people that were in the bathroom left quickly upon hearing your curses and groans of pain, wanting to not be involved in whatever had happened to you. you clutch your sides, hugging your arms against your stomach as you flinch from the slight amount of pressure you apply to yourself. you couldn’t even remember how the fight started or why it even happened; it was something like... someone had said something at the wrong time or said something someone didn’t agree with, and instead of discussing the disagreement, they argued with their fist and you managed to get caught up in it. the rest was a bit of a blur, you couldn’t quite remember much beyond trying to protect yourself from their blows. the ‘fight’ had finished so quickly that no professors had even been alerted and hardly anyone besides a few students had even noticed it. you pull your shirt up to evaluate your injuries: reddish-brown bruises were beginning to appear, some large some and some small, and they were scattered across your sides and torso. the bathroom door swung open wildly and you yank your shirt back down, but your eyes widen when you see who it is.

“tartaglia? what are you doing in here?” you mutter as he stomps over to you, carrying something in his arms, but you don’t have much time to see what it was before he throws everything onto the countertops and confronts you.

“show me what they did,” he demands, disregarding your own question.

“um...” you utter, caught-off-guard. you were certain that only a few people had seen the altercation and he was not among them.

“i heard you got into a fight.” hm, you thought to yourself, apparently news travels fast when class isn’t in session. “show me where they hurt you,” he demands again, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

the tips of your fingers nervously dance against the brim of your shirt, your heart beating quicker than before as you lift the article of clothing up just enough to show him your sides. you already knew from seeing the injuries and feeling the pain that accompanied them that your ribs had been bruised in the altercation.

he glances at the bruises, his face twisting into anger, “who caused this!?” he snapped, his voice seething with fury, “i’ll kill them!”

you let go of your shirt to grab his hands, holding them desperately so he wouldn’t storm out of the bathroom and into trouble, “no, don’t.” you say in a whisper, squeezing his hands gently, trying to keep him grounded so he wouldn’t fly into a fit of rage. “i don’t want anyone hurt.”

“they didn’t care about hurting you!” he fumes, his face burning up with anger.

“and we can get back at them later, in a different way. but right now, i don’t want you to get into trouble by going and starting a fight with them that might leave you injured like me or even expelled...” your lip trembles as you speak, trying to get him to understand that it just wasn’t worth it. you notice that, after a few minutes of holding him still and trying to convince him to think before acting, his tensed-up body relaxes and his eyes go from fierce to a more soft, even sorrowful look. 

“ok.” he sighs and you loosen your grip on him, allowing him to pull his hands away so he can grab some of the supplies he had brought with him - which, you now could see, were medical supplies of all sorts. “at least let me help make the pain a little better,” he then opens a bottle of painkillers for you.

“that’s fine. where’d you even get all of this stuff?” you inquire before swallowing some of the pills he had handed you to help ease the pain.

he puts the cap back on the bottle, averting his gaze from you, “uh... don’t question it.” he mumbles, picking up an icepack before gesturing to lift your shirt up again. 

you do what he asks of you, lifting it up just enough to expose the bruises, but you can’t help but ask again, “did you take this from-” your question got cut off as he leans down, pressing an icepack against the bruised area which causes your breath to hitch suddenly.

“listen, it’s not my fault the school nurses leave this stuff up for grabs while checking on their patients.” he grunts before adding, “this isn’t going to suddenly heal you, you’re gonna have to rest up and take it easy for a while. but don’t worry, i can help make sure you rest, get enough to eat, and do your schoolwork for you.”

you slowly lean over, flinching from the pain but forcing yourself to continue until you could kiss the top of his head. “thank you, you’re so sweet to me.” you whisper before sitting back up.

“i-it’s the least i can do, r-really,” he stutters cutely, tilting his head down to try and hide his sweet little smile and pinkening cheeks. he continues to keep the icepack pressed against the largest bruise, and the two of you stay quiet for a while, but you didn’t mind, you were just enjoying his company and the coldness of the icepack against your hurting sides. finally, he breaks the silence, “so... did you win or lose?” you huff, playfully flicking his head which causes him to laugh, “c’mon, i have to know! if you lost i’ll teach you how to protect yourself when you heal up and if you won... well, we’ll have to celebrate!” he explains.

“i was just caught in the middle of it and, besides, there wasn’t really a winner or loser! it all happened way too fast-”

he interrupts you, “ah, then there’ll have to be a rematch - but, this time, i’ll be your champion.” he looks back up at you with a wink, a large smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.

you roll your eyes at him but decide to hold your tongue. currently, he was certain that, one day, he was going to fight these people for you and nothing was about to change his mind. at least the overprotective rage he was in before was gone and the playful tartaglia that you knew and loved was back. and, right now, that’s all that mattered to you.

[cryoaquila]

HELLO ?.?.?.?. i beg for a pt 2 of this fic. i need to know how they end up 😩

i got a few different requests to finish up the first half of another finished request, so i did. some are happy endings and others are, well, left to the imagination... [read here] and i hope you enjoy them!