thinking about sitting on the couch post-movie with mammon.
mammon tenatively rests his head on your lap, his gaze at last meeting your eyes. which was simultaneously the worst and best decision he ever made. because, dammit, your eyes are so. fucking. beautiful. despite his desire to spend the rest of his life looking at you - only you - he finds his eyes closing in relaxation as you quietly hum.
his eyes don't stay closed for long. you absently card your fingers through his silvery hair, and he lets out a moan. open-mouthed. head tilted back. eyes still closed. eyebrows raised, meeting in the middle in pure bliss.
his eyes shoot open, staring at you wide eyed. you briefly stop your ministrations, just as shocked at his reaction. and he is SO. EMBARRASSED. so, he turns his head, averting his gaze. but he turned to the wrong side, and now his mouth is centimeters away from your crotch.
in his attempt to remove himself, he scrambles and falls off the couch, slamming against the floor. he stares at you in horror, sitting up with his hands against the carpet, breathing heavily, face flushed bright red.
you stare at each other, completely silenced.
then, you let out a laugh, your eyes shinning brightly. you try to cover your mouth, but you know there's no point.
mammon sputters incredulously. "s-stop laughin'! 's not funny!"
you only laugh harder, falling off the couch yourself in your fit of hilarity.
despite his slight displeasure in your amusement, he can't help but tilt his head and smile.
you're his everything, don't you know?
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a/n: trying something a little different with a short little imagine. hope you guys like it 💕
Summary: You were a sheep for your exchange year in the Devildom (Season 1) but during your time in the human world, the spell wore off. When Solomon brings you back to the Devildom (Season 2), everyone has a different reaction to your new body.
The Seven Demon Brothers & Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon
Featuring Luke, Raphael, Mephisto, and Thirteen
Word Count: 3,737
Characters are written in chronological order instead of the normal order!
Based on Lesson 21-1 & 21-2
Being a sheep in the Devildom wasn’t as bad as it may seem at first glance.
There’s no denying that safety was an issue. After all, you were small and somewhat defenseless if a demon tried to attack you.
But, you didn’t need to use nearly as many resources to take care of yourself. And, on top of that, it was easy to make friends when you looked so adorable and approachable.
Being a sheep also took away the social construct of beauty. There was no way anyone could judge the way you dressed or did your hair because you were simply a sheep.
So, while there was a bit of an adjustment period at first, by the end of your exchange year in the Devildom, you had grown accustomed to being a small creature.
But, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and before you knew it, it was time for you to leave the Devildom.
You were heartbroken to leave your friends - but, you weren’t even sure if they could see the tears you were shedding as a sheep.
And then with a blink of an eye, you were teleported back to the human world and that was the end of it.
Luckily, the spell wore off pretty quickly when you returned to the human world and you had your normal body back.
And whether or not that was what you wanted, you knew it was probably for the best. After all, what considerations were held for you as a sheep in the Devildom, certainly wouldn’t be held in the human world.
You could be shaved bald for your wool or get put on a farm. Or worse. There were some places where sheep was a common cuisine.
Becoming a human once again required yet another adjustment period. You had to relearn how to walk on two feet instead of four. You had to make sure you were dressed properly and that your hair was neat.
Not to mention the fact that you were starving. As a sheep, you ate such small portions. Now, you felt like you had to make up for lost time.
Everyone from the Devildom continued to stay in contact with you, of course. But, all they could hear was your voice. They couldn’t see you.
So they were none the wiser when it came to your sudden transformation. They were completely in the dark.
At least that was the case until one day, Solomon showed up to see you.
Solomon was planning a trip back to the Devildom and he was planning on taking you.
Truth be told, he missed it down there. The memories that he experienced were full of fun and endearing moments. And, he wanted to make some more.
You were typically at the center of those memories, and as such, he couldn’t imagine returning to the Devildom without you.
The two of you had stayed in touch, sending messages here and there and even calling when the time allowed it.
But, it was nothing like before - which is why Solomon decided to surprise you by showing up in person.
He used a tracking spell to find your location and continued to text you to keep up the ruse.
His eyes scanned the area for your little sheep form and he got a bit worried when he couldn’t find you. He was positive he had done the tracking spell right.
That’s when he noticed someone walking and texting - on a D.D.D.
It wasn’t like those were popular in the human world. You could only get them from the Devildom - which meant…
The realization dawned on Solomon that the spell that turned you into a sheep would have worn off by now, and he connected the dots.
He took a brief couple of moments to take in your new appearance. He felt privileged to be the first one to see you in your human form.
Then he approached you and he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips when you looked into his eyes with soft familiarity in yours.
Solomon would love to whisk you away and spend the day with you. To have some alone time with you before the others stole every second of your time.
But - he was on a mission. He came to you for a reason.
A reason that he didn’t give you much time to ponder over before teleporting the two of you back to the Devildom.
Back to your friends.
Lucifer was stunned when he watched two humans fall through the portal that had opened up in the middle of the assembly room.
He recognized Solomon right away. He wore a smile as he landed on his feet gracefully.
The one Lucifer didn’t recognize was the human who had crash-landed on top of Satan.
From his position, Lucifer could see that they were attractive, but why had Solomon brought them there?
“Whoops. Sorry, about that Y/N. I really should’ve warned you to be careful where you land,” Solomon stated and it all became clear to Lucifer.
You were the human that had stolen all of their hearts. You were the one they had been pining over and longing for since the moment you left the Devildom.
And now you were in your true form.
And your true form seemed to have an even greater effect on the eldest.
“Y/N…?! Solomon…!” were the only two words that came out of Lucifer’s mouth as he was still trying to process everything.
He was trying to hold it together. He was doing what he could to not show any weakness.
He wanted to remain as calm and composed as he normally was, but his eyes refused to listen as they were continuously drawn to you, taking in every inch of your appearance.
And when you finally smiled at him, he knew it was over for him.
“AAAAAH!! Wha…wha…WHA?! Is this really…are you really really…REALLY?!”
Levi was so overwhelmed by the situation that he wasn’t able to form real words.
He felt like his brain was racing at a hundred words a second.
He had just got his friend back - his true friend.
And he was so excited to see you again.
Except it wasn’t the you he had gotten to know over the past year.
Now, you were back in your human body and despite him mostly being excited, he couldn’t help but be intimidated.
Like Lucifer, Levi did his best to not trail his eyes over your new body and when he caught himself doing so, his cheeks turned a bright pink and he mentally scolded himself.
Levi could barely manage to not freak out in your presence when you were a sheep. How was he supposed to do that now that you were a human?
And not just any human, but an attractive one!
Levi’s overthinking could have given him a panic attack on the spot if it weren’t for the fact that he was in front of everyone else.
He just needed to keep reminding himself that you were the same person he had come to know and love.
Maybe then he would still be able to hang out with you despite the fact that your new form made his heart race and made his palms sweaty.
“Y/N, it’s YOU! It’s REALLY YOU!”
Asmo’s excitement showed more than his other brothers’ as they all processed your new form in their own way.
Asmo, for one, was soo ecstatic about the new change in your appearance.
Could you blame him? He was the Avatar of Lust and you just showed up in a new body.
When you were a sheep, you had a personality that could charm anyone, anywhere.
And now you had a body that could do the same.
Asmo’s eyes had a special glint in them as his questions filled his mind.
How smooth was your skin?
Were your lips as soft as they appeared?
Did your hair feel as healthy as it looked?
Asmo got even more excited as he realized now he would be able to do all of the beauty treatments with you and see them in full effect.
There was only so much you could do as a sheep. After all, wool was a lot different from skin.
If he’s caught staring at your new body, Asmo will be shameless about it.
It’s not like he doesn’t have a good reason to stare.
He just couldn’t wait for the student council meeting to be over so they could all take you back to the House of Lamentation.
Asmo wanted every single one of his questions answered, and he couldn’t do that in the middle of the Assembly Hall.
Well…he could, but Lucifer would probably be mad.
Mammon went through a full mood swing.
At first, he was confused because a random human just dropped into the middle of their meeting.
But when Solomon said your name, everything changed for Mammon.
He hadn’t stopped blushing since he realized that the random human was - his human.
Mammon had a hard time trying not to admit his feelings for you when you were a sheep.
But now - now you were a human.
A human that he could hug, kiss, and cuddle if you let him.
He told his mind to stop thinking such thoughts but it would respond by flooding his brain with even more thoughts and images.
He wore a smile the more he looked at you. He had missed you so much.
But, in his true, tsundere fashion, he couldn’t let you catch onto how much he missed you.
“Wait, wh…huh?!...I knew you missed me and all, but THIS is just crazy!”
Mammon thought he did a good job of remaining composed.
He believed he did a good job of hiding the fact that you being there - in this form - was making his head spin and making him weak in the knees.
But when the two of you locked eyes, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep his charade up for much longer.
You were his weakness as a sheep, now you were his kryptonite.
“Y/N…”
Satan was trying to analyze the situation.
You fell on top of him when you came out of the portal and he was completely blindsided by the contact.
So he was trying to still gather his bearings while his brothers spoke.
When he finally did manage to get back to his feet, Satan asked, “Do you want to tell me why you just appeared out of thin air and landed on my head?”
But as Satan faced you to ask that question, he took in your appearance and a small blush coated his cheeks.
Suddenly, he was happy that you landed on him. Thankful even.
He had noticed that when you landed on him, you were definitely bigger than a little sheep.
But he didn’t expect this.
He couldn’t imagine if you would have landed on one of his other brothers, especially Lucifer.
The thought alone threatened to spark his wrath.
Satan let his eyes trail down you, studying your new body as if it were a new piece of information he was learning.
And he had never been so excited to learn.
This was a subject he would happily study in depth if you allowed him to.
For now, Satan settled on helping you to your feet, your hand feeling much softer and warmer than the hoof that he was used to feeling.
And as you stood close to him, his heart skipped a beat.
He knew that everyone was going to be in deep trouble now that you had gotten your true form back.
“How about that! Y/N, it’s really you!!”
Diavolo had a boyish grin on his face as he spoke to you. He had missed you just as much as the brothers had, whether he showed it as much as they did or not.
He knew that the spell that turned you into a sheep must have worn off by now.
But, still, it was a surprise to see you in your human body.
He had to admit - you were quite the head-turner.
A twinge of fear set into Diavolo as he questioned how you ended up in the Devildom again.
“Wait, you didn’t perform some sort of unsavory ritual to cast your soul down here, did you?! You better not have!”
When you shook your head no, Diavolo let out a breath of relief, knowing that you were okay.
“I can’t believe you’re actually back here with us again!” he added, his smile returning.
Diavolo could see how good you were for his kingdom.
He could see the way you changed things for the better, and he could see how negative things were without you.
Your presence brought a light to their lives that he had been missing.
And that light shone even brighter in your real body.
Diavolo would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been sneaking glances this entire time.
But he had to keep his composure in front of everyone.
When the two of you were alone though - and he would make sure that you had some alone time - that’s when he would let his true feelings show.
“Yes. This really is quite the happy surprise. It’s good to see you again, Y/N.”
Barbatos was as professional as ever, but you could see his eyes sparkling just a bit more than usual and his smile reaching just a little further.
Like Diavolo, Barbatos knew that the spell would have worn off by now.
But, it wasn’t something that was talked about.
It wasn’t a typical topic of conversation and because of that, it was easy to forget that the next time any of them would see you, you wouldn’t be a sheep.
Barbatos was pleasantly surprised.
He had seen your human form once before - the details of which he won’t disclose.
But, seeing you in your human body after he had gotten to know you was completely different.
It elevated his opinion of you and made him believe you really were the most attractive creature he had met.
No other human, demon, or angel had made his heart race the way you did.
Barbatos had taken a backseat during your first year in the Devildom.
He allowed you to make connections with the others first.
But, now, he was excited for his turn.
There were a lot more things he could teach you and bond with you over now that you had your human body back and he was going to take advantage of each of those things.
Belphie had been doing his best to not fall asleep in the student council meeting.
The last time he did, Lucifer caught and punished him with a whole lot of work and Belphie did not want a repeat of that.
So, he was thankful when the portal opened up, providing a necessary distraction from the boring events that were taking place.
When he saw Solomon fall through the portal, Belphie perked up a bit, curious as to what the mysterious sorcerer had planned this time.
He noticed another human had fallen on top of his older brother and bit back a chuckle at the scene.
When Solomon stated your name, Belphie’s blood ran cold as he began to process the shock.
Was that really you…in that body?!
Belphie had a hundred things to say and to ask. But, he couldn’t get a word in between everyone else, so he quietly took in everything about you.
Your voice was the same and you acted the same. It really was you.
Belphie couldn’t help but wonder if it would be more fun to cuddle you now.
He would miss the softness of your wool, but would you be warmer now? Or more comfortable to lay on top of?
Belphie was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed you being bombarded with questions of why you were there and he finally decided to speak up.
“Listen, I am curious to know why you’re here. But before we get into that, are you going to be staying for a while? Because if so, you’ll be staying at the House of Lamentation, right? Oh, but wait…I bet your room’s covered in dust…”
“No problem, Y/N can just sleep in our room.”
Like Belphie, Beel had remained silent until then.
He had been happily munching on a snack, paying the bare minimum of attention to Diavolo during the meeting as he ate.
But he hadn’t been able to take another bite since you and Solomon fell through the portal.
Was that what you looked like on a normal basis? Why didn’t you tell him?
He knew that you were a human that had been placed under a sheep transformation spell, but his imagination never could have come up with the beauty you exuded.
You were on a different level than others and he couldn’t take his eyes away from you.
He noticed his other brothers were having the same trouble looking away, and Beel suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy.
You were in your own body now and part of him wished he was the only one who was able to see it.
Well…it was okay if Belphie saw you like this too.
But, the others were looking at you with a look of lust in their eyes and Beel wanted to sweep you into his arms and keep you from them.
Which is why he jumped at the opportunity to offer his and Belphie’s room to you.
He couldn’t imagine you staying with one of his other brothers after seeing the look in their eyes.
Surely, something would happen if you did and Beel wanted to burn that imagery out of his mind.
Simeon had been in contact with the others in the Devildom and when he found out that you had returned, he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing out.
The demons weren’t the only ones who missed seeing you and talking to you.
He felt like he was missing out even more when they told him that you were back in your human form.
Simeon could only imagine what you looked like. What your hair color was, whether you were tall or short, and what kind of clothes you liked to wear?
That possibilities were driving Simeon crazy and before he knew it, he was finding some way to bring you to the Celestial Realm so that he could see you.
He was beyond happy and excited when you agreed to go, and he paced nervously by the gates as he waited for your arrival.
When the gates finally did open, revealing you and Solomon, Simeon felt his breath leave his body.
He always joked about you being an angel based on the things you did, but now you looked like one.
Simeon could write an entire book on how ethereal and stunning you were.
He did his best to remind himself that he was an angel and shouldn’t be entertaining any thoughts that the demons surely had.
But - you were the first human he had ever met that elicited those ideas from him.
He wasn’t sure how much time he had with you - but he knew that he had to make the most of it.
One of the benefits of being a bit more uncultured and younger than everyone else was that someone’s form didn’t have the same implications for him.
LUKE
Luke had heard from Simeon that you were in your human body, but he didn’t think too much of it.
It didn’t matter if you were a human, a sheep, or anything else. You were still the friend that he came to know and love and want to protect.
Luke had been so excited to show you around the Celestial Realm that he didn’t waste a moment on taking in your new appearance.
Raphael had caught a glimpse of you while you were in the Celestial Realm.
In fact, you would have believed he didn’t notice if it hadn’t been for the fact that you were now bigger than him and did things that you couldn’t do as a sheep.
RAPHAEL
He knew that Simeon and Luke had been excited to see you, so he didn’t dare take your time like they did.
But he saw you chasing after Luke and it made him stop in his tracks as he couldn’t help but stare at you.
He may not have understood your appeal as a sheep. But, seeing you now, he could understand why exactly you had everyone wrapped around your finger.
Mephisto was a bit slow to realize who you were.
And if he wasn’t careful he was sure that someday he may find himself in the same position as the others.
MEPHISTO
He had seen you walking around the Devildom with the others and couldn’t help but wonder who you were and why Diavolo and the others were so close to you.
He had to admit that you were rather attractive, but surely your looks couldn’t be the only reason they were drawn to you.
It wasn’t until one of them said your name while walking by Mephisto that all of the dots connected in his head.
And he wore a small blush as he realized the one he had been admiring from afar was none other than the human exchange student.
The news didn’t deter him though. Instead, it enticed him.
Your new body enticed him.
Thirteen was the last to find out about your new form.
He would have to make himself more useful to Diavolo so that he could find a way to grow closer to you.
THIRTEEN
Like Luke, your body didn’t really make much of a difference to her. After all, she was mostly interested in looking at your soul, and that didn’t change whether you were sheep or human.
But, seeing you for the first time still surprised her. You didn’t look anything like she would have expected - in a good way.
Surely, you would be more useful in helping her make traps in this form.
And she had to admit you were pleasing to look at…
WARNINGS: nsfw. dark content. open ended endings. ooc. fem!reader. just read the desc above each drabble. mdni. not proofread. diluc's is all lowercased because i wrote his on a different day and i'm not fixing it. happy halloween.
CHARACTERS: diluc. dottore. tartaglia.
your heated breaths fanned over his cool skin as you sat atop his lap. your dress was bunched in his fists, allowing your ability to grind into his lap with ease as you kissed his neck. time seemed to have frozen with his visage. it had been so long he had a warm body atop his corpse. dropping part of your dress, his palm slide across your thigh, fingers groping softly, acquainting himself with your soft flesh. he could feel the blood pumping under your skin, fast but not fearful. you are an odd human, he thought to himself. most would not dare come this close to a monster such as himself. much less invite themselves into his lap and put on such a blatantly improper spectacle.
"my darling," he manages to groan out, stilling your undulating hips from under your dress. "if you persist in your teasing, i will have no restraint left."
your fingers dance across his sculpted jaw, trailing down the bridge of his nose with a devilish smile. "and then?" you roll your hips, feeling him come to life beneath you. you didn't dare wonder about the physics of an undead's reproductive system.
"and then i may hurt you," he growls, catching your wrist in his larger hand to stop it from wandering beneath the hem of his shirt. despite his efforts, the look in his eyes are absolutely devouring. you angle your hips, unable to stop yourself from slotting his length against you. even with the layers of clothes between you, he feels perfect. never has anything been this close to satisfying you in your life. and despite being a creature of hundreds of years, he starts to break, fingers digging into your hips , his jaw clenching as he watches your breast rise and fall with heavy breaths. to think he , the hell creature, could provide so much pleasure to you made his mind fuzzier than the actual sensation. he tilts your chin toward him, kissing you slowly. you try desperately to lick into his mouth, but with a nip to your lower lip he tames your tongue.
"be still," he commands, and you comply, wiggling only slightly against the hard bulge in his lap as is tongue traces the delicate scars on your neck before biting into them with the utmost gentility. one hand holding your neck, the other on the small of your back, encouraging your arch into him, he injects his venom into your wound before even offering to drink from you. you've given him the precious gift of life, and he returns with carnal sensations. as he drinks from you, the pain seeping into pleasure, you become restless, fingers tugging at the loops of his pants, the ruffles of his shirt. he licks at the puncture wounds lovingly, like a pet tending to it's master.
"in time, my love, in time," he croons as he drinks from you once more.
mad scientist!zandik. he's a little goofy. probably ooc. you're a dead body lowkey. frankenstien's monster core. he loves you.
wc: 454
"She's alive!" Howls the mad man as lighting strikes and sends jolts of life into the previously inanimate body. Your bloodshot eyes snap open, blinking rapidly as you scan your surroundings for anything familiar. Zandik hovers over you as you pull at the chains keeping you in place on his table. He grins when he sees you struggle. "Perfection," he purrs, trailing a finger across your jaw, noticing how your eyes soften when he comes into view. "Remember me?" he hums, leaning in to kiss your cheek, your jaw as his hands hover possessively on your waist. "Promised I'd get you back, didn't I?"
You moan, confused, foggy brained. You couldn't remember the last thing that happened before you woke up on this table, just the comfort and odd familiarity of Zandik's voice and how warm he felt when he touched you. He tongue pushed into your dry mouth, lapping at sore teeth, wounds you didn't realize you had.
"Don't worry darling, you'll get used to it soon." He unlocks the buckles around your wrists, rubbing the tender flesh, encouraging blood flow into your sickly hands. You blink harshly, watching him kiss each tip of your fingers. "New bodies are always confusing, but that's nothing to fret over."
His grin is unsettling, but you can't seem to pull away from him, not when he cradles you so closely to his chest. He helps you onto your feet once he frees your ankles and guides you to walk toward him, something that doesn't come naturally but you manage well enough. He sits in an old leather chair, you note the surroundings, tubes and vials and bubbling concoctions. Nothing you've ever seen before. Well- what did you know anyway? You stumble toward him, your bare feet cold against the hard rock floor and he welcomes you into his lap, warm arms around your shivering body. "You seem to be reacting to outside environments just fine," he hums, stroking the apple of your cheek as you gaze at him like a wide eyed kitten. He plants a wet kiss on your forehead. It makes you want to shut your eyes and fall back into a slumber. He curls up in the old reclining chair, holding your tender, naked body near to him as you snuggle in. His fingers trail across the stitches on your joints, the mismatched skin grafting, lingering against the parts that he was able to salvage from your original body. He kisses the eye that was originally yours and nuzzles his nose against your own.
"Nothing's going to get you, now, my love," he vows as thunder booms in the distance. He holds his lover, or the silent image of her twenty years ago.
killer!ajax. bastard. he is trying to kill you? you might be in danger. dubcon. or maybe you guys are playing. up to you. knife play.
wc: 502
The whistling was the worst part. It was bad enough being in this situation in the first part, but he did not need to sound so happy about it. You cover your mouth in the closet you're hiding in, a dumb decision but you didn't have much time to choose any place better. At least you weren't under your bed.
A sharp whistle, closer now, a happy tune that you'd expect to hear from him on campus. "Girlie~" He purrs, rounding the corner of the bedroom you're hiding in. The blade of his knife scratches against the wall as his boots clunk, clunk, clunk, toward your hiding place.
You don't dare to breathe. You don't dare to blink. It feels as though any minuscule movement might alert him, as though he doesn't already know where you are.
The door flies open and you are met with the shadow of his hulking body. His chest is heavy as he breathes steadily, slowly, a wicked grin plastered across his face. You swear his teeth are fangs in the moment as his fist tightens around the handle of the knife he's wielding. Blood covers the white shirt, tight around his chest, outlining the terrifying muscles that sculpt his body. You'd always thought he was gorgeous in class. Fluffy orange hair, pretty freckles, tanned skin.
He chuckles darkly, reaching down and grasping your ankle, dragging you from the safety of the closet, drawing you close as he squats above you. His fingers tug at your shirt, eyes boring into yours, grinning as you whimper when he slices into the fabric, tearing straight through your bra, letting your breasts spill out. A bloody hand squeezes the fat of your chest, eliciting fearfully aroused sounds from your pretty throat. "Pretty girl," he purrs, taking a knee to lean over you to kiss your chest, sucking dark marks into your flesh before taking your nipple into his mouth and laving his tongue over the bud. You bite down on your lip. His warm mouth combats the chill of the night, his heated breath spreading across your bare stomach.
He drags the point of his knife down your stomach as he continues laving his tongue against your breasts to your shorts, sliding the tip underneath the hem, teasing your pubic line.
"Ajax," you manage to squeeze from your throat. His eyes flick to meet yours and you slowly lift your hips, a gentle thrusting motion. He smirks, pulling the knife from your shorts and as he begins to sit up, you scream, kicking him in the face hard enough for his grip to loosen around your ankle and with that opening, you jerk your leg and roll to toward the door. He reaches for your shadow, on your tail as you bolt out the door. Ajax watches you run out of the house and he licks his lip, tasting the blood that you had drawn from him with that swift kick. It was always more fun when you fought back.
notes: halloween special drabbles... was gonna be more than just three but life got in the way. first time writing zandik be gentle with me please. i really enjoyed writing him being gentle with the reader despite the fact she's like,, a corpse. he feels so safe in this drabble to me lmao.
Note: reupload from last October, written as part of @/ficsforgaza's kinktober
Tags: Xiao x fem!reader, established relationship Zhongli x reader, voyerism, exhibitionism(?), fingering, overstimulation, cuck chair zhongli, 1k
Minors DNI
Zhongli had presented the book, and subsequently his desire, with steady hands and a smooth voice, tapping the colorful illustrations of bodies bending to merge together in ways that had want pooling in your gut. He'd merely chuckled and brushed his knuckles along your cheek when you'd pouted at his pitiful excuse.
Surely a god would be above common back pain?
Before your lover's gentle lips had fully shaped the word, a whirl of teal and shadow was already parting around his vigilant yaksha.
Heat had rushed to your cheeks, fingers nervously tugging the golden laze that lay across your skin, feeling the weight equally glimmering eyes drinking you, in as they often did, while Xiao spared no glance for anyone but his lord.
Though Xiao had been reluctant to touch you at first, a few coaxing words from the Lord of Geo had, as always, been enough to see him bow his head and approach. As a lingering morning fog banished by sunlight, so too had Xiao's initial reservation evaporated at the first squeeze of his hands around the meat of your hips. Zhongli had taken care to make you fall apart on his fingers while showing off every little tell of your body to the yaksha before he withdrew to a chair by the edge of the bed.
Already, your chest was heaving in desperate attempts to alleviate the growing haze, fingers rubbing at your insides and sending little sparks of pleasure through your body. Xiao hovered between your legs, hair disheveled and clinging to his forehead, the flush that stretched across his soft skin speaking volumes of his own predicament.
Despite the subtle movement of his hips grinding down onto the mattress, he continued to work diligently. Amber eyes that bordered on being hauntingly familiar committed your every reaction to memory to use the knowledge to fan the flames of arousal.
A choked sob left your lips as he suckled on your bundle of nerves, two deceptively soft fingers curling to press firmly against a spot that had you arching eagerly into the touch. Whether the soft groan came from him or your lover was impossible to discern, perhaps them both? Your thighs tightened around Xiao's face, the scorching heat of his breath against your entrance serving to tip you over the edge.
Even as you panted and squirmed, feeling yourself tighten around the fingers that continued to mercilessly prod against that same spot while your fingers tangled in his teal hair, he didn't let up. Wet sounds filled the silence between Xiao's quiet grunts and the loud thud of your heart, mind already hazy enough that the stretch in your muscles came in secondary as the yaksha dutifully pushed one of your legs further up in preparation.
"W-wait just-.. just a moment.." Every breath had your muscles quivering as you tried to push Xiao's head away, your eyes widening in utter disbelief when he straightened up and licked his glistening lips. The sight of your own juices coating his chin had an almost embarrassing effect, and you were more than a little grateful when he turned his head towards your partner.
"Do I-"
"No," Zhongli's rumbling chuckle didn't exactly help as you tried to breathe through the feeling of Xiao absently curling the fingers that remained buried in your heat. "Keep going, this is far from enough preparation."
Any thought of truly protesting was replaced with an overwhelming emptiness once Xiao removed his fingers. Clenching around nothing, you took a shaky breath and looked away, unable to meet his intense stare when he pushed your other leg against your chest as well, fully baring you to the eyes of both men.
It was a brief respite, a low command spoken just soft enough to be nothing but a murmur was the only warning before Xiao moved forward, hissing when he breached your opening. The sheets crumpled beneath your hands, tears welling up in your eyes at the feeling. Though far from as thick as Zhongli, it curved upwards to still provide the most delicious friction.
His hands tightened as though feeling the give of your body, the determined look in his eyes making you flutter around his tip.
No time was wasted in building a steady rhythm, Xiao moving with the precision and ease of one who honed their body as an artisan would their tools. Lean muscle rippled beneath your fingertips with every firm thrust of his hips, every nerve in your body burning as tension built too swiftly.
Your body writhed as little huffs left your lips, body still tingling from the release just minutes prior as the drag against your puffy walls began bordering on painful.
Much to your regret, Xiao took your frantic tugging at his hair and clawing at his back as a request to lean down and lick along your chest. The debauched shriek that was pulled from your lips had every part of the yaksha go rigid before his restraint was shattered, a faint thrum of power enveloping his body as he snapped his hips forward.
Another orgasm was ripped from your body, tears spilling from your eyes as he increased his pace despite the way you clenched around him like a vice.
If Zhongli hadn't been there the sight above you would've been frightening, the strained expression on Xiao's face combined with small black tendrils of smoke that coiled from his tattoos had something at the back of your mind reeling. But as it was, your biggest concern was the all-consuming pleasure that pulled you into its embrace.
"Careful now, you shouldn't lose yourself prematurely," Zhongli chided while doing nothing to hide the amusement over the predicament of both Xiao and yourself. Even through the almost painful waves of euphoria, you swore you could see his eyes glittering when he tapped a slender finger to a page in the book. "Take a breath and get into position."
Notes: Here ya go anon, have mercy, I've never written Ororon and did this in... not very long... as practice. 700 words.
Tags: Ororon x reader, subtle pining, vegetables
"Ororon~"
With nothing but silence following the first, second, and third call of his name, you dropped the woven basket onto the ground, contemplating whether to wait around or take the chance and go looking.
It was well past noon, the usual time at which you stopped by to collect a few vegetables every now and then. And granny Itzli had promised to tell him you'd be visiting today.
Heaving a sigh, you plopped down beside your basket, lamenting that the pastries you'd brought in exchange would most likely be cold before you could hand them over.
Ororon's little refuge was a comfortable place at least, the scent of flowers on the breeze and both insects and friendly iktomisaurs moving through the garden making for serene surroundings.
You shifted, head aching even with your eyes closed. Something nudged your leg, making you swat weakly at what you assumed to be one of Ororon's 'friends'. Instead of fur, your hand brushed against fabric, your eyes reluctantly opening. When had you dozed off? And why was everything spinning?
"You awake?" Ororon's expression remained unreadable as he offered a hand. When you didn't take it, he seemed to perk up the slightest. "Do you feel sick?"
Slowly, your vision grew less blurry and standing back up became manageable.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy." It was a stroke of luck that your cheeks were already flushed from heat, masking the embarrassment of having nearly dehydrated on Ororon's doorstep.
"Here," you staggered back as something bright blue was nearly pushed into your face. "It's the best I have. If I'd found you while watering my vegetables it would've been better since I could just water you directly. But this is probably more tasty."
He was chatty today.
With a soft 'thanks', you accepted the quenepa berries, trying not to laugh at how closely he was watching as you ate.
"I'm not about to die, heat just got to me," you assured, already feeling better as you chewed the juicy fruits. "Aren't you gonna apologise for being home late?"
The way his ears twitched just the slightest at your accusation made you long to reach out and touch. It was rare for him to have his hood down.
"Sorry for being home late." You swore a hint of heat dusted his cheeks as you licked your fingers. "Even though I didn't know you'd be here."
Comfortable silence stretched with Ororon picking up your basket, rummaging through the contents that had, much to your dismay, been raided by opportunistic birds while you'd napped. You followed him inside, carefully stepping over various scrolls, gardening tools, and whatever curiosities he'd found in the wild.
Once a spot for you to sit had been cleared, it was Ororon who broke the silence. "Aren't you going to apologise as well?"
You were grateful that his back was turned, your gaze tracing his shoulders and the tattoos that coiled around his arms, some of them highlighting the lean muscle in ways that always had your breath hitch.
Caught in the act, your back straightened as a scolded child when he turned towards you, arms crossed in front of his chest.
"Sorry the pastries are half-eaten, but it's not my fault the birds around here feel so comfortable around people! I'll bring you double next time, promise."
"I meant for putting yourself in danger. What if abyss creatures had come by while you were sleeping."
You couldn't help but frown slightly, unused to the hint of urgency in his voice and the way he'd taken a step closer.
"Chances of that happening are-"
"There. It could happen."
Another step closer, one of the cabbages he'd put in your basket nearly tumbling out as it swung in his hand.
"Are you worried about me?" The question had passed your lips before you could stop it, and you prayed that his hearing couldn't pick up the slight increase in the pace of your heartbeat.
Cold fingertips brushed your cheek, and you could've sworn sparks crackled along your skin where he touched.
"Of course I am. That's one of few things I don't doubt. So please, stay safe, for me?"
Notes: Old drabble based on the prompt "a sleepy kiss"
Tags: Neuvillette x reader, established relationship, fluff
It was rare these days that the Iudex had the privilege of returning to the comfort of your shared home before the sun disappeared. Today had come excruciatingly close to being such an occassion, and oh how he'd longed for it.
Of course, things rarely go as planned even when you have the best intentions.
All afternoon was spent busily prioritising and wrapping up loose ends. He could afford to push some matters to tomorrow, especially if he had already planned how to resolve it.
The premise had been false from the very beginning, for nothing in this world was truly 'fair', and thus he found himself here. On the path through your exquisite garden, the silence deafening as most insects usually buzzing by had long since returned to their abodes.
The sun was far gone beyond the horizon, not that it mattered much with the current sky, obscured by clouds as it was. Perhaps that was his truest nature, a great beast who would swallow the stars, weeping all the while.
His gloved hand hovered on the doorhandle, his body but a stone sinking towards the bottom, heavy and unperturbed by the current. At least here, he was offered the freedom of expression, your gaze ever loving and patient no matter his occasional blunder, confusion, or late night at the Palais…
You stirred under the sheets when he pushed open the door to your shared bedroom. Seeing you curled around his nightshirt were treacherous waters, making him warm with love at the thought that you'd seek the comfort of his scent, clutching a ghost of his presence. Then came the overwhelming guilt and the questions; there was no possession of his he would not trade to always be there when you reached for him.
"Neuvillette? Are you done standing there?"
Your small voice brought him back, a small sigh leaving his lips as his shoulders slumped.
"One moment, mon coeur, I am not quite ready to join you," it tugged at his heart when you sat up and blearily opened your eyes, shirt still clutched tightly to your chest.
"Please, do not wait up on my account, I have yet to prepare for the night," Neuvillette took great care to keep his voice soft, not wanting to dispell your relaxed state.
Your hand beckoning him closer was like an invisible string being pulled, your request the highest law in this home. With a warmth in his chest reserved for you alone, he sat on the edge of the bed, knowing already what you wished for.
His lips met yours in a gentle caress, relishing in the softness of your skin. His careful fingers went to support the back of your head, wanting nothing more than feel you relax in his hold. Your taste was divine, his mind fogging the longer the kiss lasted.
The hand now tugging lightly at his hair made him groan, your clever tongue entering his mouth only serving to heighten the bliss. With a reluctant sigh he pulled away from your flushed visage, his hand moving to cup your cheek in reverence.
"Let me rinse off today's troubles first, then I shall indulge you all you want"
His free hand tried to snatch the nightshirt from your arms, only to be met with thin air as you dodged with a sleepy smile.
Notes: What started as a joke about middle aged Diluc turned into this. F for me not knowing when to stop. The age gap isn't even mentioned much lmao. Not really proofread since it was supposed to be a silly little joke.
Tags: Diluc x fem reader, age gap (the author imagines Diluc to be ~40 and reader 20), mild size kink, unsanitary conduct near food, yearning, suggestive to mild nsft, ~1.3k
Minors DNI
During the long hours of lonely nights, Diluc doesn't dream. He knows the danger of getting too comfortable, complacent, and so, he shifts and turns in the too empty bed.
And when a moment of weakness finds him, just before exhaustion can finally take root? That's when he sees your shy smile and finds himself going rigid beneath the covers.
Once you enter his mind this way, he knows there's no escape.
As if guided by some unseen force, his too large hand is already beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping around his hardening shaft with what he knows would be too much strength for your hand to produce.
Those nights always end with a sheen of sweat covering his body, ragged pants leaving his lips as he collects himself before getting up to clean the mess. It leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. You don't deserve it. To have someone twice your age so shamelessly get off to the thought of just a glimpse of your bare skin.
Guilt or not, Diluc knows it's just a matter of days before he'll do it again. It's a vile circle, impossible to break when he sees you every other day and with how gently you treat him.
"Master Diluc?"
He nearly topples the boxes stacked behind him, heat rushing to his face when he sees your curious expression.
"Apologies," he adjust his cuffs as he pretends to take inventory of the pastries you've been preparing for him, "it seems I'm a little preoccupied today."
It should be criminal how sweetly you smile as you shake your head. "No apologies needed, why don't you take a seat while I finish up?"
Relieved, Diluc sinks down onto a wooden chair, all too eager to watch as you flit around. He nearly misses your question again the second time.
"Isn't it a little weird for the master of the house to be out fetching breakfast?"
Laughter comes so easily in your company, something he never thought he'd experience again. "Perhaps, but I wanted to surprise the staff today."
You hum in understanding, a comfortable silence stretching in which Diluc almost forgets himself. Almost strides to where you stand, back turned towards him, the temptation to feel your hips beneath his palms and the no doubt steady beat of your pulse against his lips.
He barely manages to contain a groan, fingers flexing in an attempt to rid himself of the buzzing beneath his skin. You're half his age, sweet and untouched by the horrors of reality.
Two boxes are still open on the counter, not yet filled with the sweet-smelling bread you must've been up all night to prepare. The sun has yet to rise, so how come he sees it's rays in your eyes?
When you cross the wooden floor, carrying a plate with something steaming atop, Diluc can't help but raise a brow. The moment you sit down atop the table he's at, perched all prettily with your ankles brushing the meat of his thigh, he nearly falls out of his chair.
"Have a bite," you urge, breaking off a piece of flaky pastry and lifting it to his lips, "it's a new recipe."
Shakily, Diluc obliges, trying to block out the feeling of your fingertips against his lips before it can make him shiver. It's sweet. But it's the lingering scent of your perfume that makes his eyes flutter, much to your amusement.
"Like that?"
He nods, pinching his thigh discreetly to snap himself out of this daydream before he embarrasses himself.
Except nothing changes.
The second bite is just as hard to accept. This time, you lick your lips.
"It's good." He rasps, blood pounding so loudly in his ears that he doesn't catch your reply. Not until you've leaned forward to wipe some crumbs from his stubbled chin.
"Listen," you start, and Diluc thinks he might pass out, "you've been frequenting this place for almost a year, always coming in at odd times where we're alone. I was wondering if you'd want to meet somewhere else perhaps?" Diluc curses inwardly, not wanting to let you down, but knowing he has to. Words have yet to form on his tongue when you continue. "Or do I have the wrong idea?"
Your hand is still on his chin, brushing so gently along the line of his jaw that Diluc wants to run. You're small compared to him. And although his muscles are no longer chiseled by youth, now soft around the edges but easily just as strong, it would be so simply to hold you tight and not let go.
Instead, his fingers carefully encircle your wrist to move your hand away. "I'm flattered but-"
"Really?"
Diluc blinks in confusion at your indignant tone.
"But you've practically been devouring me with your eyes?!"
If this was a nightmare, now would be the time to wake. But pinching his thigh does nothing but draw your attention to his legs and... He could scream when your gaze falls on the tent in his pants before he can cross his legs and hide.
"That's.. different.."
"Yeah," you agree, sliding down from the table and into his lap, "and this is better, right?"
Before he can stop, he's already nodding and satisfying the urge to rub circles into your hips. Your grin is downright devious.
"See?"
"Listen, as much as my-," Diluc takes a deep breath, "as my body might be reacting, this is a bad idea. You shouldn't be throwing yourself at someone like me."
He shudders as you trace along the faded scars that mar his hands. Tangible proof of what he's seen and done, of why he should lift you off and go. You don't deserve some older broken man stringing you along.
"Isn't that for me to decide?"
It truly isn't fair, his heart already beating so hard against his ribs that it nearly hurts. You feel so right straddling his lap, all warm and inviting. He sucks in a sharp breath at the first little shift of your hips dragging along his bulge.
Your breath is scorching against his skin, the tip of your tongue exploring his throat making him groan. Weren't you right? It was your decision.
Despite the guilt gnawing at his bones, Diluc hoists you up with him, taking a moment to look around the dimly lit shop before depositing you on the counter. He's between your legs before you can react, breathing in your scent and nearly losing his mind.
The sound you make is downright sinful, only serving to stoke the flames in his gut. He thanks fate that you aren't wearing stockings, pressing kisses along your thighs while your fingers tangle in his hair.
"You're certain?"
You don't answer, squeezing his head with your thighs instead and Diluc finds himself almost giddy as he pushes them apart, confidence renewed at the knowledge that this was just as much your wish as his.
Something that is only reinforced when he dares to look at the apex of your thighs, reaching up to run a knuckle along the damp spot on your underwear.
Your little whine about how he's staring makes his eyes snap up, the haze clearing enough to process the rapidly rising sun outside. Light dancing through the windows where people will soon be bustling past.
"Come back to the winery with me," the words are out before he can think the thought to end, "fewer eyes on us there and plenty of time..."
Auphie i am scooting into your inbox for your little writing event ૮ › ༝ ‹ ྀིა and asking for Diluc + hybrids? specifically bunny hybrids…if that is okay 👀 and it can be sfw or nsfw whatever you feel inspired to do! thank you so much love 🩷
Hehe, thank you for dropping by with a request, Gray ^w^ I hope I did it all justice ><
Tags: Diluc x afab reader, nsft, bunny hybrid reader, established relationship
Minors DNI
Even before receiving the eye of the gods, Diluc had always been told his body ran hot. Coupled with countless hours spent sparring in the sweltering sun, he was no stranger to being out of breath on the verge of dehydration.
It was no match for how delirious your sleepy whines had him, the heat unbearable as it crawled along his skin. By now, you'd surely realized the effect you had. The sharp hearing that came with your fuzzy ears was always quick to pick up on even the slightest change in pulse and breathing. And no doubt you could feel how his muscles clenched with every little mewl from your lips, his restraint working overtime on a job it would rather forfeit.
The sheets felt beyond soaked against his back, and yet it was nothing compared to the dampness that coated his length. Wet sounds bordering on obscene filled the room every time he let you sink down fully.
"Mmm.. 'luc- more please," your pleading was broken up by little gasps, desperation clear in the force with which your nails dug into his chest.
How could he ever refuse you? His hands seemed clumsy and almost brutish as one stroked the length of your floppy ear, relishing the tight squeeze around his length when he tugged gently at the silken fur.
With every languid roll of his hips, Diluc felt himself getting closer to snapping. A myriad of thoughts whirled through his mind; your glossy lips wrapped around his cock, the adorable way you stomped your foot when agitated, your laugh when he kissed your fingertips, the little twitches of your tail when he'd spread your folds and lapped up your essence-
White danced along the edges of his vision, barely able to keep himself from spilling inside you at the sight of your bared neck. It was almost painful to hear your desperate pleas for more when he instead stilled your hips. Though his own breathing was ragged and his thighs sore, Diluc was far from finished.
He grunted softly, bringing your head down to his chest, appeasing you by using his free hand to squeeze your rear, marvelling at how pliant your form was.
"Just a moment, dearest," he began, inhaling your familiar scent and sucking at your throat. Anything to combat the growing urge to flip you around and discard all sense of propriety.
Diluc couldn't hold back a satisfied moan upon feeling your tongue curiously lap at his collarbone. Each little lick paired with an attempt at raising your hips in search of friction.
It was impossible to focus with all your praise, every 'betrothed' that fell from your lips urging his fingers to dig further into your inviting skin. The sight floated tantalisingly at the border of his conscious mind, your chest pressed flush against the sheets, and your hips raised in invitation.
Diluc knew the arch of your back - had caught a glimpse once when you'd left a door cracked open. One hand to grasp the base of your ears and the other your cute little tail, perhaps even use it to lift your ass up further.
Would you enjoy that?
Pleasure and shame alike coursed through his body, having unconsciously begun grinding himself up into your wet heat. He was always careful, afraid that your small form would crumple beneath him. Diluc arched his back off the mattress, groaning when your fingers tangled in his hair.
He had to regain his composure and drag out your pleasure before considering his own. It was the proper thing to do, and you deserved far more pleasure than he could ever hope to give.
The tightness of your walls around his aching length knocked both breath and sense out of his body. Diluc was certain he felt his chest tighten just before the cry of a wounded beast joined your cacophony of moans.
How you always reduced him to a beast, he had no idea.
Once Diluc settles with you, he finds that a new passion - bordering on obsession - has taken root in place of his desire for justice.
He needs to express just how grateful he is to have you by his side. You'd seen the damage left by all the times 'home' had been torn apart and taken with it a piece of his being. But instead of turning away, there'd been nothing but warmth in your eyes as you wove together what remained with strings of love.
Everyone around him had noticed the difference; 'You seem excited today, Master Diluc, something good happen?' 'Finally settling down huh? Who'd have thought you'd manage before me' 'It's good to see you smile again.'
But how could a mortal man hope to thank the sun for bringing dawn and disperse the dark night?
His fingers hadn't touched the violin since well before leaving Mondstadt. Despite several late night attempts, his fingers felt far too rough, grip on the bow too harsh. The notes didn't sound right.
Flowers didn't feel like enough (and something about having to watch them wither away didn't sit right)
Marjorie had suggested a piece of jewellery, but loathe as he was to admit it, the moment he laid eyes on but a fraction of the selection, his mind had locked up. What if you didn't like what he chose?
'Your mother didn't leave anything?' Marjorie had asked with nothing but good intentions, he knew, but Diluc was terrified that you'd turn tail and run at the weight of such a gift.
The picnic he'd invited you on had been perfect, gentle weather, solitude (he'd made sure to give his workers a paid day off), he'd been cooking all morning. Just the memory of your blissful expression as you'd looked up at him, head on his chest, had heat rushing to his cheeks.
Still, by the time the sun was setting, even with circumstances as perfect as that, Diluc had found himself tongue-tied. Words that had fought to be liberated from his heart for so long always vanished in your presence. Stunned into silence. Too busy revelling the sound of your breaths, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the weight of you against his body.
Could a man such as himself ever be worthy of it all?
When Adelinde had first suggested he write you a letter, pour his heart out and leave it upon your windowsill alongside a lamp grass, he'd nearly fallen to his knees, lamenting his own inability to consider something so simple yet effective.
It was a perfect idea.
It had been a perfect idea.
Surrounded by countless crumpled sheets of parchment, blots of ink staining both his fingers and the desk, words no longer a tangible concept in his mind, it seemed as impossible a task as the rest.
Letters danced before his vision, stringing together words that didn't hold half the meaning you did to him. It was downright humiliating to watch the growing pile of unsatisfactory drafts, to the point that meeting Adelinde and admitting defeat almost felt alluring.
A beast to be put out of its misery.
But he persevered, knowing it'd be impossible to find rest before at least managing to finish one letter.
A brush of warmth along the shell of his ear had him shivering, too keenly aware that the world was sideways before his eyes. Sitting up, Diluc noted with dismay that light already streamed through the windows, the candles that had kept him company burned down long ago.
When had he fallen asleep, and more importantly-
"Adelinde told me you hadn't left your study all night," you sounded almost amused, a realisation that tempered his initial shock at your presence, hands frantically moving to sweep together the scattered papers.
"Ah- I had business to attend to," another warm breath ghosted along his ear, "plenty of planning to get settled before harvesting begins."
His eyes widened in nothing short of horror as he turned towards you, blood running colder than it had in Snezhnaya when his gaze fell on your lovely hands.
Before more than a startled noise could leave his lips, yours had parted in a mischievous grin, "And your business often involves 'hands so gentle I could never bear to recoil from their touch, even if they should wish to drive a knife through my heart', or is this a special case?"
A string of stuttered protests were all that left his lips in the wake of your question, seeing how the amusement slowly bled from your features only worsening his guilt. Not only were you subjected to reading that but here he was, unable to explain himself.
The feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair and the press of fabric against his cheek calmed his frantic heart a bit, letting out a sigh in resignation as Diluc allowed himself to hide his face in your shirt.
"I didn't mean to pry, I was simply worried because you hadn't come outside to meet me like we'd agreed," your tone was soothing, but the realisation that he'd forgotten the plans you'd made stung, "Adelinde came out and explained what was going on. I think it's sweet, if a little silly, to be fretting like this Diluc. You don't have to prove anything to me, if you'd like, I can make a little list of all the ways I know you love me?"
Though it was said with a little chuckle, Diluc knew you were being honest, allowing himself a calming breath before trailing his fingers along your waist. He truly didn't deserve you, unable to even say aloud how deep his affection and gratitude ran, but he would make sure to treasure you in any way he could for as long as you'd have him.
Notes: Old drabble based on the prompt "a bite + a kiss"
Tags: Baizhu x reader, brief blood, terrible snake wingman
"I appreciate the help writing these prescriptions, I really do… But could you maybe move to the table instead? Carrying you is getting heavy and my shoulders-"
"You'll ssssurvive. Perhaps a certain sssomeone will even take notice," Changsheng had a habit of sounding a little condescending, a tendency that thrived with her knowledge of your little infatuation.
It was difficult to work as closely under Baizhu as you did without developing a strange fascination with him; those captivating golden irises accompanied by the sweetness of his laughter. The mere memories made heat spread through your body, swatting at the white serpent as she chuckled, having no doubt tasted your musings in the air already. She'd been weirdly interested in you lately, and as grateful as you were for her guidance, a small flicker of unease always accompanied her.
"He's busy, and besides, it's nothing I need help for. I just need you," you place the pestle onto a cloth before reaching to adjust the snake, "to either stay around my neck or move down. I'm too young to pull something in my back"
From the sound of it, Baizhu was wrapping up with his patient in the adjoined room, meaning you'd have to hurry and strain the paste of crushed violetgrass for his next appointment.
"I have a sssolution to make you a priority…"
Before you could stand up, a sharp pain caused you to yelp, body reacting on instinct as a hand flew to the offending site, feeling soft scales at the crook of your neck.
"What the- did you just bite me?"
The panic in your voice was tangible as your hand pressed against the spot, a wet feeling making bile rise in your throat. She'd punctured a vein? Your jugular? Was she venomous? How long before you bled out?
While frantic thoughts flooded your mind, a hand came to rest upon your shoulder in an attempt to steady you. A flicker of green in the periphery of your vision making tears form, the thought of disturbing him more than you could bear. The look you shot Changsheng was nothing short of vile when her forked tongue brushed almost tenderly against your skin, torn between seething and running away while she coiled around Baizhu's waist.
Heat flooded your cheeks when she whispered something in his ear, a sharp look aimed at her before he kneeled down and carefully peeled away your bloodied hand.
"'Nothing a little kiss won't cure', hm? I do think we'll need at least some gauze"
Notes: Old drabble based on the prompt "quit acting like I have the plague"
Tags: Baizhu x reader, fluff, awkward flirting
You'd been standing in the opposite end of the room for the better part of an hour, watching Baizhu carefully brush his hair, the emerald strands shimmering in the candlelight. He'd offered for you to stay the night, knowing it was far too late for you to make it to Chenyu Vale before dark.
It'd been easy to assume he'd have a cot for you. Considering the amount of patients he was equipped to accommodate there should have been more than enough. There was not a single one free. And he'd known. If his lidded eyes and sly smile were any indication at least.
So here you were, shifting in the corner of his private room, trying not to focus on how soft his flanks looked, how smooth the skin would no doubt feel. Would he be warm? How would it be to kiss down his sternum? Feel the heart beating beneath his ribs?
To say you were embarrassed when he cleared his throat would be an understatement. He'd caught you gawking like a fool. The realisation sent you backwards two more steps, back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Eyes wide and lips parted, your hands raised in front of your chest, placating words stuck in the back of your throat. Archons, there was no good explanation.
"Is something the matter? You look pale," his voice felt like honey, the slight tilt of his head making light dance along his glasses.
"Nothing's the matter… I was just zoning out?"
It didn't help your condition that he'd shamelessly begun to disrobe, baring even more of that silky skin. At least Changsheng was already fast asleep or she'd might have had too much amusement at your expense.
"Hm, if you insist. Come, there's no reason to hide in the corner like a scared mouse, Changsheng doesn't sleep in the bed," there was a hint of humor in his voice, helping to calm you a little.
Careful steps brought you closer, sitting at the foot of the bed while he got in. You couldn't move closer, a moment of weakness and you'd do something stupid. The soft sound of his hand patting the bed did nothing to spur you into moving closer, your hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"Please, quit acting like I have the plague," a small laugh escaped with his words, further piercing your pride.
"That's not- Archons above, I'd prefer if you had the plague, at least my panic would be warranted," the words slipped out before you could stop them, quickly followed by a groan at your own idiocy.
A subdued chuckle filled the room with a warmth that immediately eased the tension in your shoulders and the discord in your mind, enough that the hand tugging you down was met with no resistance.
"Consider this exposure therapy, on the house of course," it was nothing more than a soft whisper against your ear when he continued, "you're not very subtle."
His words were lost on you, already drowning in how good he felt against you, touch more delicate than the petals of a glaze lily when his lips ghosted down your neck.
Notes: Thank you Ryu for making my brain go brrr. 700 word drabble be upon ye.
Tags: Alhaitham x reader, suggestive, mention of one spicy picture
Alhaitham found that an organised workspace served his needs best. Right now, however, his needs weren't exactly serving the previously tidy state of his office.
The picture - curse those Fontainean inventors - you had left for him to find hidden amongst various forms and notices was now clutched tightly in his left hand. Alhaitham could practically feel your soft skin beneath his fingertips, taste those plump lips on his tongue-
He needed to get a grip.
His clothes were far too tight and the air downright oppressive despite the window being opened wide. Another good reason as to why his fingers had to stop playing with his waistband.
In just a little more than two hours, he could go home and properly chastise you. If he hadn't exploded by then.
Ah, and you were even wearing the set he'd gotten for you just last week. For all the acclaimed beauty of Sumeru, Alhaitham knew nothing could challenge the sight of lace hugging your form, a knowing smile upon your lips. Perhaps it was selfish, but seeing you in the same teal that he favoured was enough to feel himself twitch.
Which was less than optimal.
Alhaitham ran his fingers through his now slightly damp hair, judging it better to close his eyes and rest his mind for a moment. A crucial mistake accompanied by vivid fantasies of how you would part your legs in invitation, perhaps even tug aside the fabric and let him see your glistening folds.
Or would you instead crawl towards him, coming to a stop by his feet? Would you nuzzle against his thighs and hips, sly little hands working their way beneath his tight clothes until eventually wrapping around-
Just in time, Alhaitham caught himself and promptly withdrew his hand, nearly whining at the loss of friction and dull throb that followed.
Blood pounding in his ears nearly drowned out the doorhandle's creaking, warning him seconds before a student opened the door and stepped inside.
"Learn to knock," Alhaitham nearly growled, slamming the picture down and frantically covering it with one of his personal books.
He was fully aware that the display must look both unprofessional and unusual, but it was all he could do to not storm over and shove the young man out the door again.
"Sorry, I just thought-"
"I doubt that. State your business, I was about to leave." Better to will himself to relax and go home (to you) rather than relieve himself and have to hide an unsightly wet patch later.
"But the sign on your door says the office is open for at least another hour?"
Alhaitham rose from his chair, praying to Celestia that his belt would hide any lingering effects. "I suggest you keep your questions to yourself, unless whatever form you're here to file should risk being lost."
A foul threat, and a bluff, but the student didn't need to know.
The streets felt far more crowded and the walk longer, leaving Alhaitham's nostrils flaring in agitation when he could finally shut the door to your home behind him.
Your giggle from the living room further grated on his nerves (and had his chest flutter, but he could push that down for now).
"Is that you, 'haitham? You're home early~"
"Are you quite satisfied with yourself?
You didn't even glance in his direction when he entered the doorway, too busy pretending to rearrange a bouquet of flowers. Ones that were new, you'd gotten them for yourself? Alhaitham made a mental note to bring home a new bouquet in a few days time.
"Oh quite, I've had a very productive day off actually. But that's not what you meant, was it?" He could hear your amusement before he saw your grin, eyes caught on what he could've sworn to be a hint of teal peeking out beneath your blouse.
"You're still wearing..." His mouth dried further when you nodded, body already moving towards where you stood. "On the couch. Now."
You almost saw Alhaitham's satisfied expression before you had registered the twitch of your eye. He was infuriatingly skilled at arguing, always able to turn someone's words against them until he could drive them into a corner.
And the worst part, you could be certain that he was already planning several steps ahead based on careful analysis of your usual line of thought. Which is exactly why you had to do something unexpected.
With feigned composure, you strode forward and splayed your hands on his chest, giving them a little squeeze. "Almost argued, but then I saw your boobs, and you're right."
You did what you could to keep a straight face while he grew more puzzled by the second, emphasising the point by giving his pectorals another squeeze.
Alhaitham's hands enveloped your wrists as he moved your hands away, the stern expression doing little to deter you from continuing to make grabbing motions in the air.
"Very funny," he grumbled, no doubt missing his headphones to cover how the tips of his ears had flushed. "Per definition, I don't have 'boobs'."
You relished, for once, being the one to catch the other in a verbal struggle, a wicked grin appearing on your face. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."
Notes: yeahhh kinktober! Alhaitham is the one eeping through this.
Tags: Alhaitham x fem!reader, oral m receiving, somnophilia, very light impact play, unprotected sex, annoying feeble scholar
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Minors DNI
To call you 'impatient' would be quite the falsehood. In your opinion at least. Alhaitham seemed to enjoy uttering that exact word whenever you began shifting your weight from foot to foot while waiting in line at the bazaar.
Or, as right now, when the bastard had been teasing you all evening only to promptly fall asleep the moment his head had hit the pillow. Now, the feeble scholar was snoring loudly by your side while his promises continued to send little jolts of want through your body.
Maybe if you just…
Alhaitham groaned quietly as you pressed yourself against his side, the reaction just enough to embolden you further, fingertips lovingly carding through his happy trail. Only to be utterly denied by him rolling onto his side, shrugging you off like it was nothing.
You cleared your throat, shifting to get close to his ear. "Alhaitham?" There was no reaction to your whispers of his name other than soft mutters, the kitten licks along his neck only making him curl up further.
So maybe he wasn't just playing with you. Not that it made your situation any better. Perhaps this was some divinely orchestrated mockery after swatting away his wandering hands in the bath you'd shared only hours ago. Alhaitham had brought you into his lap, rubbing his hard cock against your ass while palming shamelessly at your breasts, letting the bar of soap float away instead of lathering you up as he'd promised.
Absently, you traced the lines of lean muscle adorning his stomach, pressing one leg in between his as you tried to settle. Something that proved an impossible task.
Whenever your eyes would close, all you could see was the satisfied smile reserved for your eyes only, most notable when he'd twist his hand just so, brushing against your walls in a way that never failed to force the air from your lungs.
Hadn't he previously expressed how he found great pleasure in being a tool for your enjoyment? And hadn't he been the one to tell you that being assertive with your needs wasn't a flaw?
So surely he wouldn't mind if you just…
A shudder ran through you at the first careful rut of your hips, that first taste of friction against your core like a drink of water in the desert. The second rub against his thigh was equally satisfactory, little sparks shooting through your body. But by the third, the novelty had died down. Still, there was no reaction from your lover (doing nothing to add to the excitement).
Though flexible, you doubted you'd be able to pull his arm far enough behind his back to let you ride his fingers. And tugging on his shoulder had thus far done nothing in terms of encouraging him to turn. Pushing aside his boxers was far easier, your hand wrapping around his soft cock. Tentatively, you squeezed it a little, smiling at the first clear feel of it twitching to life.
Even flaccid, Alhaitham's cock never failed to make you blush. As your thumb brushed along the tip, you tried rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the building ache that came with memories of being split open. Long and curved with pretty veins encircling the shaft. Veins that you could already now begin to trace as it swelled in your hand.
As though his sleeping form had enough of your antics, Alhaitham moved onto his back, nearly smothering you beneath his broad back. Your indignation, however, was rather short-lived as you caught sight of the obvious tent in the blanket. This would be far easier than hoped.
There was hardly any reaction aside from a few deep sighs (contentment, you told yourself) when you crawled on top of him, your thighs on either side of his hips. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his bulge and dragged your hips tentatively along its length.
Alhaitham shuddered beneath you, the little groan leaving his lips making your chest flutter. You took great care not to go too fast despite the growing ache between your legs. His chest was warm and pliant beneath your curious hands, unable to resist squeezing and pinching just to see his nipples harden.
He tossed his head to the side when your lips wrapped around one, a bleary sound spilling from his lips that had you pause your movements, looking up to find his eyes squeezed shut and his nose scrunched. Cute.
It didn't take long before you were shuffling further down the bed, leaving a trail of kisses along his toned abdomen. His sides were tempting, knowing a few little nips at the supple flesh would usually have him squirming so sweetly, especially when he was tied up, but you refrained, nose brushing through his happy trail instead as you inhaled his scent.
He was already hard and leaking when your tongue began teasing at his tip, the heavy weight twitching with instinctive anticipation. You licked a few long stripes along the flushed skin, trailing each vein with reverence before wrapping your lips around the head.
Alhaitham moaned softly above you, a shiver going through his body that had you pause. But he merely tossed his head the other way and threw an arm over his eyes, the sight eliciting a small snort of amusement from you. The mighty acting grand sage sure was a heavy sleeper, sitting behind his desk all day and so diligently signing papers quite the job.
You felt yourself clench around nothing, dripping onto the bedsheets, at the mere thought of him hunched behind a desk. Archons above, it was almost laughable how in love you were.
Perhaps you'd come back to suck his length later, when it was coated in both your releases and all soft and spent. Perhaps you'd stay down there until it hardened once more.
But for now, you crawled back up, ignoring the image of him smirking and calling you 'impatient' that your min automatically conjured. Although you had felt ready, sinking down on his length was always a challenge. The mushroom tip parted your slick folds and slid in with ease, the slight curve of his cock making it rub against your walls in a way that made you feel full from just the first few inches.
Your fingers squeezed his soft pecs to steady yourself, slowly taking more and more of his length, body taut despite every attempt to relax. Alhaitham's bottom lip was between his teeth now, and you wondered what he was dreaming, his breaths picking up in speed and his stomach clenching.
When you finally felt him bottom out, the tip barely kissing your cervix, you threw your head back in a satisfied sigh. Finally you had what you'd wanted all evening. Your walls tightened in protest as you raised yourself, setting a slow pace at first.
Maybe you were a little impatient, quickly speeding up until you were slamming down with reckless abandon, chasing the high that was swiftly building.
Just as you were nearing the end, Alhaitham jerked and his eyes flew open, large hands flying to your hips and squeezing painfully hard. He stuttered out a curse, bucking up into your wet heat four times before spilling inside you while you whined his name.
Both of you were panting as you slowly came down from your highs, your head resting on his chest while he stroked your back.
You chomped gently on his firm muscle, voice muffled as you grumbled. "Hope your orgasm was terrible… that's what you deserve for earlier…"
Alhaitham hummed beneath you, propping himself up with both hands behind his head, looking far too satisfied with himself. His voice was still raspy with sleep. "Who's to say I hadn't accounted for this possibility?"
You scoffed, like hell he had. "Right," you reached down to ruffle his hair, tugging apart some of the tufts that had clumped together with drool, "you should talk to Nilou, with acting skills like that, I'm sure the theatre would welcome you with open arms."
As if on cue, Alhaitham turned his head, mysteriously hiding one ear against the pillows while the other was covered by hair. No doubt they were flushed.
"Shouldn't you at least offer to clean up your mess?" The little roll of his hips that punctuated his words had you both suck in a breath.
With a mischievous grin, you let yourself flop onto his chest, waiting a few seconds before making little snoring sounds. The spectacle earned a light swat to your ass and another thrust into your spent hole.
can i innocently drop by to request edging + itto please? :))
Equally innocent reply-
Tags: Itto x reader, edging, very light bondage, light power dynamic, itto is the one being edged, reader is a menace <3
Minors DNI
The muscles in your thighs burned after who knew how many rounds of this, never getting tired of hearing him thank you and beg for more despite how raw his skin must feel by now.
Wet sounds echoed around the room, only occasionally broken up by his high-pitched whines when you would pull off his cock and grin deviously when it smacked heavily against his stomach.
Had it gotten harder to ignore the ache between your legs at every wet drag along Itto's chiseled abdomen? Absolutely. But pushing your own pleasure aside was nothing against the satisfaction of how few nudges against his leaking tip it took to reduce the oni to a panting and pleading mess.
"H-hey," he began, using a cough to hide the way his voice cracked ever so slightly when your thighs squeezed his waist, "this is great but why don't we-"
You cut him off but swiftly sliding a finger into his mouth, admiring how his eyes fluttered and his lips immediately wrapped around the digit. "I know baby," you cooed, pressing down on his tongue, "you're getting impatient aren't you?"
The enthusiastic nod was far from necessary when he kept bucking his hips upwards, the ease with which he moved beneath you serving as a reminder of just how willingly he had given up control. It sent a thrill through your body to see his wrists, tied to the bedframe with crimson silk that matched the pretty nails not unlike claws. Despite every panting whine around your thumb (sounding adorably close to an agitated bull) Itto could easily take exactly what his body wanted.
Graciously, you pulled your thumb from his lips to let him answer, instead moving your hands to knead his chest. "Yeah, yeah yeah…" A string of gasps followed, his cheeks flushing as you began rolling your hips anew. "Gotta move, aah.. You gotta let me move-.."
Except you both knew how much sweeter it felt to him when he'd earned it.
Itto lurched beneath you, his broad tip barely slipping into your equally eager - but far more composed - body, the little taste of what was to come having him tense to the point of veins bulging on his arms. And other places no doubt.
"But you're looking so sweet right now," you praised, not missing the dopey smile contrasting his continued struggle between wanting to sheathe himself fully and wanting you to slowly sink down on his no doubt painfully hard length.
Every little shift of your hips had him sucking in a sharp breath, the oni looking almost drunk on pleasure when you inched further down, one hand rolling a nipple while the other threaded through his sweaty hair. "I suppose you do deserve a treat," you laughed, gently tugging at the ivory strands when his head threatened to fall back against the plush pillows.
It was too tempting to resist wrapping your hands around his sleek horns, using them for leverage just enough that you could see the muscles at his neck flex. They were smooth to the touch and clearly sensitive, if Itto's cock twitching inside you and unabashed groans were any indication.
You set a steady pace, leaning forward enough to lick along the column of his neck, knowing he must swiftly be getting dizzy from the sensations. "More- more.. that's it-" Itto whined, every muscle in his body rigid beneath you in anticipation of release, "don't stop, don't stop please.. Please, keep-"
The moment you pulled away, your own hole twitching at the loss, Itto's protests died down to choked moans as he tried to rut up against you. "Behave," you clicked your tongue, palm spreading across his chest to encourage him to stop moving, "I said you could have a treat, but I don't think you've been good enough to deserve a feast, yet."
Itto looked akin to a kicked puppy, sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to regain enough control of his body to please you, knowing full well you weren't above getting yourself off and leaving him hot and bothered.
Kinktober drabble; Diluc + loving his wife (listen, that's what the request said)
Diluc can't remember a single instance where he's felt this close to running away.
But the sight of you, all sweet and on your knees between his legs, your delicate hands wrapped around his aching shaft. It feels like a miracle that he hasn't passed out yet with how all his blood is headed south.
He takes a shaky breath, seeing how fragile you look compared to him. It's almost too much. You should be worshipped, not kneeling on the cold floor, and certainly not for him.
Your tongue peeks out and teasingly swipes across his tip, making his eyes flutter with the hint of relief.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Diluc groans quietly when you punctuate the cheeky question with a little kiss to his shaft. His calloused palm easily covers your soft cheek, his thumb swiping along your bottom lip.
"Enjoying you, my love."
His heart flutters when you laugh, a sound much sweeter than any fruit he's tasted. So painfully devoted, you lean into his touch, your hands languidly continuing to stroke him while looking at him with such adoration.
What he's done to have you, Diluc has no idea, but he can only hope you'll let him show you exactly how grateful he is to call himself yours.
You've been taught to be tactful about your desires.
However, it seems being provocative yields immediate results.
"Oh, no, continue MC." Satan's voice sends goosebumps down your spine as he traces the shape of your lips. "Where did that bold tongue of yours go now?" he says, and his thumb is now pressing past your glossy lips just to rest on your tongue.
Behind you, Mammon wraps his arms around your waist. Inhales the perfume you had sprayed in the crook of your neck earlier, then nips, earning a jolt from your body. Growls into your skin when you unconsciously try to jerk away.
Someone else nips at the inner side of your wrist, teeth grazing the veins there. You turn to look, and are met with the lidded eyes of Belpheghor. He stares at you, takes in your disheveled appearance and the whine that's stuck somewhere in your throat, and then nips.
Beelzebub distracts you then, with his warm hands already sliding up underneath your dress. Eyes trained on you, despite your attention being divided amidst his six other siblings. Your knees already feel like giving out, but you know he will be there to catch you. Always. Even if he devours you in the process.
Something cool slides between your chest, contrasting how hot your body has gotten. You don't need to look to tell its Leviathan, with pupils narrowed in focus at his target. When he tightens around you, it squishes your tits together, which the tip of his tail slides into.
You gasp around Satan's thumb, and he chuckles, removing it just to smear the saliva on your cheek. Then he bends down, and when he bites your neck, you cry out. Soothes the sting with his tongue. Heat coils low in your belly at that.
Asmodeus's pressing kisses into your inner palm at your other side, leaving crimson red stains in the shape of his lips. His eyes hold devotion so deep you might just lose yourself in it. When you stare, he maintains eye contact as he sucks your ring fingers in his mouth, tongue circling the tip. Your breath catches in your throat, but then when you turn your heart nearly jumps out of your chest.
He angles your head with a gloved hand; surveys the mess his brothers have made of you.
"You got what you desired. So why be embarrassed now?"
Lucifer declares, then leans forward just to drag his tongue across your cheek. Smear saliva, then drag the muscle across your parted lips.
"You wanted all seven of us, so don't back down now."
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