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[ittostine]

locked in love

kinktober day 4: knotting

A/N: my prompts for kinktober are by @/a_blk_a on twt! also hiii this is my first time writing anything a/b/o so it's probably not the best theory wise but pleaaaaaase forgive me LMAOOO that's probably why this one is so short plus i've been working late TT

summary:

easy premise. tighnari is in his rut, cyno is helping him

or

“smell… ngh- so good.” tighnari mumbled as he licked and kissed on the skin of cyno’s torso, leaving small hickeys everywhere. “can i put it in, cyno?”

“how are you holding up?” a voice was heard woozy in tighnari’s ears. as tighnari turned his head, his vision slowing down and spinning. “we’re almost there, tighnari.”

“so… hot…” tighnari pulled on his garment as he spoke raspily, tugging it as if he couldn’t wait to take it off. “this is so embarrassing..” 

“don’t worry too much.” cyno squeezed tighnari’s hand as he opened his home’s doors. “we’re already here- oh!”

tighnari closed the door and practically tackled cyno, the blush on his face caused by more than just his intense heat. cyno lets him attack his neck, kissing and sniffing and licking at wherever cyno’s scent would go, he would follow. letting out small hums of pleasure as tighnari’s tongue and teeth grazed his skin. 

“nari…” cyno sweetly sang into his ear. “let’s take this to bed, hmm? it’ll be much more comfy.”

cyno picked up a scent-obsessed tighnari, tighnari fully wrapped around his body like a candy wrapper, wanting to fully embody himself with cyno’s scent. as cyno brought him to bed, they undressed themselves hastily, not wanting to waste anymore time away from each other. 

“smell… ngh- so good.” tighnari mumbled as he licked and kissed on the skin of cyno’s torso, leaving small hickeys everywhere. “can i put it in, cyno?”

“when you plead like that, of course you can.” cyno smiled as he caressed the back of tighnari’s head, feeling tighnari push into him. letting out a grunt, he felt tighnari’s cock pulse and throb inside of him. as tighnari pistoned himself into cyno’s body, he grabbed at cyno’s wrists and pinning them above his head. 

“i want your scent.” tighnari seductively moaned as his cock pummeled itself into cyno’s hole, sniffing the stubble on his underarms and licking on his biceps. “i want all of it… give me all of it, cyno…”

cyno moaned, letting tighnari’s face roam all over his body as he felt the thrusts by the rutting fox ripple into him, his walls breaking down and his face failed to restrain the overwhelming amount of pleasure he was feeling from tighnari’s strength during his intense rut. 

“you’re such a good fox… so good, tighnari… i feel so good..” cyno whispered into tighnari’s fox ears, his moans and breaths tickling his long ears. this made tighnari even more horny, and as his cock reached into cyno deeper and deeper, touching his rectum, he felt his cock start to swell. 

“c-cyno… i’m knotting.. i-i can’t-” tighnari moaned out and cyno kissed him to tell him it was okay.

“it’s okay. you can cum when you feel like it.” cyno assured tighnari, feeling how swell tighnari’s cock was inside of his ass.

tighnari started moaning sloppily, his speed starting to peak as he thrusted into cyno at high speeds, the sheets under them scrunching from how hard tighnari was grabbing onto them. calling out cyno’s name, his cock throbbed and pulsed. he needed to cum. he wanted to cum.

“i’m gonna cum,” tighnari breathily gasped, as cyno’s nails dug into the pillow behind him. nodding, cyno gave tighnari the green light. “cyno.. nghk, cyno.. i’m cumming…”

with a last exclamation of cyno’s name, tighnari slammed himself as deep as he could, cyno’s prostate mauled by the tip of tighnari’s shaft pummeling itself into him, letting out enough cum to leak out of cyno’s gaping hole. both the boys panted and watched each other’s chests rise and fall, and a sweet and salty smell filled the air that tighnari could not get enough off. 

“was that good..?” tighnari asked.

“that was amazing, tighnari.” cyno kissed his cheeks softly, caressing his back. as tighnari’s cock stayed warm in his butt, cyno let them stay just like this. 

“cyno.”

“yes?”

“i still can’t pull out.”

“another round?”

“please?”

[zhongrin]

i'm so unwell at the fact that wriothesley looks like he would love listening to those hardcore rock/heavy metal music - but that calming piano playing from the gramophone in his office tells otherwise.

and i think it's such a perfect analogy because despite looking like he could punch a bear to submission (he probably could, to be honest), i bet this man would playfully take your hand into an impromptu slow dance (or perhaps even a full blown waltz if you're up to it) whenever you complain about having nothing to do while you visit his office.

now you can't tell him that he's never done any 'cheesy romantic gestures'.

[ittostine]

closed distance

kinktober day 3: overstimulation

A/N: my kinktober prompts come from @/a_blk_a on twitter! also i had so much fun writing this lowkey aha i just wanted something with less plot so this was fun

summary:

alhaitham has been so pent up waiting for kaveh to come home after a business trip, so once kaveh comes home, alhaitham has a lot to do with him ; actually there’s barely any plot but this is just a small premise

or

“i’ve been waiting for this for a week now, so i’m going to make you cum until tomorrow.”

“haitham-?!” kaveh yelped, feeling his boyfriend’s warm length push deep into his hole, gripping onto the table. “d-don’t rip the clothes - i sewed these myself.”

alhaitham bit onto his shirt, his hand pushing deeper onto kaveh’s back, arching it as kaveh was bent over the dining table. he acknowledged kaveh’s words with a grunt, thrusting his cock deeper into kaveh’s soft and delicate butt. as the lube squelched and leaked out of his hole, alhaitham only thrusted deeper from there. kaveh cried, almost animalistically, his nails digging deep into the mahogany of the table he laid himself upon. suitcases streamed messily over the room, briefcases opened on the living room floor with its contents neglected as it sat on the rug.

“you better be ready,” alhaitham spoke, his voice growing husky from using his strength to thrust his shaft into kaveh’s tight hole. “i’ve been waiting for this for a week now, so i’m going to make you cum until tomorrow.”

oh god, kaveh thought to himself. feeling his guts full of cock the moment he got home was something he may have expected, but he didn’t think it would happen like this. 

when kaveh came the first time, it had barely been half an hour. kaveh was just as pent up as alhaitham, so when alhaitham started biting his nipples, kaveh already felt himself coming before he could say a word. a moaning mess, alhaitham would describe. but it wasn’t enough, not for the week that kaveh put alhaitham through. even when kaveh thought he could get a break and breathe through the ecstasy he was experiencing from coming, alhaitham continued thrusting, interrupting kaveh’s hope for a break.

“wait! haitha-ah! you-ngh, idiot…” kaveh yelped and groaned, the pounds and slapping of skin rippling throughout the room. 

“does it feel good?” alhaitham’s usual nonchalant tone singed its’ song into kaveh’s ears, making his eyes roll back into his skull. “coming again?”

“i’ll cum whenever i fucking want,” kaveh retorted as he moaned and groaned into alhaitham’s shoulder. “oh- fuck- actually…”

“just cum.” alhaitham said as he lifted kaveh off the table and pushed him against the wall, his legs hanging over alhaitham’s arms. thrusting even deeper now due to the position, kaveh couldn’t help it. 

“c-coming.. again..” kaveh breathlessly announced, a moan releasing from his mouth with the cum that released from his cock. “you’re not gonna cum yet?”

“no.” alhaitham shortly replied, smirking. “we have a long night ahead of us.”

—-----------------------------------------------------------

“oh, kaveh…” alhaitham mumbled as his boyfriend was taking his cock still, already having came thrice. kaveh, at this point, was mush and fully at alhaitham’s mercy. his cock released a clearer substance, and kaveh didn’t know how much more highs he could take from coming so much. “you’re so good at this.. you take my cock so well..”

kaveh didn’t say anything as he could barely register what alhaitham said. a simple hum in acknowledgement was enough for alhaitham to know he’d been fucked dumb. 

“just one more, okay? i’ll do it with you this time.” alhaitham said, a much more sweeter tone in his voice than before. his deep, slow thrusts penetrated kaveh in a more passionate way, almost as if he didn’t want to break the poor architect. with a nod from kaveh, alhaitham continued thrusting. “plus, it’s boring if i’m the only one who’s able to speak. too bad i’ve fucked you stupid.”

alhaitham picked up the pace, but it wasn’t as rough as it was earlier. while kaveh was panting beneath him, alhaitham kissed various parts of kaveh’s face, leaving smooches on all of his skin. kaveh’s body responded, his cock twitching and begging for release. smirking, alhaitham went even faster, for the sake of not taking too long to cum. leaving grunts and moans laced around kaveh’s ear, it was almost like they were moaning in sync, like they were fully one. as alhaitham’s thrusts grew sloppy and desperate, he slammed himself multiple times into kaveh’s ass.

“k-kaveh! i’m.. ngh..” alhaitham groaned as he slammed his cock deep into the architect, gaining a loud gasp from him. kaveh moaned and panted as he felt the week-long cum stored up in his boyfriend’s cock, filling him up with enough milk that you could probably get the same amount from a cow. 

“th-there’s so much..” kaveh mumbled, his hand weakly squeezing alhaitham’s arm as his legs shook and shivered from the stimulation.  “feels so.. full..”

“sorry, kaveh.” alhaitham wasn’t, but he smiled and kissed his boyfriend sweetly. “do you wanna get washed up?”

nodding, kaveh raised his arms, a signal alhaitham knew was to pick him up and bring him around. 

“you did good. so good.” alhaitham whispered into his ear as he kissed and pecked at kaveh’s cheeks and lips. with a harsh red on his face, kaveh didn’t say a word, but alhaitham already knew what that meant.

“let’s take a bath?”

kaveh nodded.

 “yes please.”

[ittostine]

just like magic

kinktober day 2 : stomach bulge

A/N: prompts by @/a_blk_a on twt! also oh my god i've been thinking about this allll day i was so excited to write this i hope you guys enjoy

summary:

modern!wriolyney: lyney’s a criminal, one that purposely gets himself caught just to see that big buff officer again and again, until wriothesley couldn’t understand why; lyney just wants his dick inside his hole and make it disappear like magic.

or

"lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself."

the door opens and a blonde man in handcuffs is brought through the door. the eyes of officers around the police station dart to the criminal, and question marks are sounded out through sighs of confusion. 

“him again?”

“how many times has he been brought in?”

“his third? fourth?”

the policeman who had caught him had eyes of regret, almost as if he didn’t want to take the poor guy in for questioning. not out of pity for him, but for the man who’s name he was about to call out.

“chief wriothesley!” the man called out, still holding to his captive’s arm. “we got somebody here for you.”

almost as if from the shadows of a random hallway, wriothesley appeared from the dark, his dark grey hair and scruffy, stubbly chin in full view now. as his tight uniform fitted onto his huge pecs and muscular body, the blonde captive criminal smiled, as if happy to be caught for a crime.

“you?” wriothesley seemed surprised, but his tone was the same nonchalant and indifferent tone that he used everyday. “ah, why am i even surprised.”

“chief, i caught him pickpocketing on the streets.” the policeman reported, and hesitated before he spoke next. “he almost outran me, but he said he would comply if it meant he got to meet you.”

wriothesley’s eyebrow rose at this. “same as always with this guy. didn’t know i got fans.”

“the name’s lyney, sir wriothesley.” the blonde man finally spoke, the handcuffs jingling as he raised both his hands, but extended a palm in offer for a handshake. 

shaking his hand, wriothesley chuckled in confusion. this guy is acting way too friendly for someone who just got caught for a crime. nevertheless, as per the policeman’s statement, he decided to take lyney in for questioning despite the small crime. 

“you sure do have a rolodex of crimes, huh?” wriothesley said as the door locked shut. “vandalism, shoplifting, public indecency and now pickpocketing. you having fun, kid?”

“i’m actually not a kid,” lyney spoke, raising a hand lightly as if he was a child in a classroom. “i’m about 23 this year. which makes me very legal. i’m very legal and of age.”

“...okay.” 

wriothesley racked his head looking at this guy’s file. why is he so adamant on committing a crime and asking for wriothesley personally? 

“so why.. exactly do you ask for me? you know, these aren’t really big crimes. they usually call me out for murders and the really important stuff. and besides, you don’t do crimes for yourself.. what i’m hearing is you are so obvious doing them it’s like you want to get caught. got a crush on me or somethin’?”

“...yeah,” lyney simply said, his face still poker, as if he was nonchalant about admitting his crush on the big scruffy man infront of him. “i want you, wriothesley.”

wriothesley was taken aback by this confidence, and his front almost wavered. the boy was handsome, and his confidence didn’t help that much in making him seem extremely attractive. god, i’m pent up, wriothesley thought to himself. nevertheless, he still had to do his job. slamming the documents on the table, lyney flinched as wriothesley sat on the table top and leaned in closer to lyney.

“you will call me officer.” wriothesley commanded, hoping to take lyney out of his delusion that he can score a man like this. but as wriothesley did so, he realised he may have made it worse. the boy in front of him was a blushing mess, his face suddenly red and hot and sweaty, almost as if embarrassed. as wriothesley looked down, he realised the bulging and throbbing boner that lyney had in his leather shorts, a tent growing inside. “...what the heck? you like that? being commanded?”

lyney nodded. “y-yes.. sir..”

jesus, he thought to himself. lyney’s whimper only made wriothesley’s own cock start growing hard. …fuck it.

wriothesley sighed, and left the room in a rush. lyney grew confused, wondering where he went. in less than a minute, wriothesley came back and locked the door again. 

“no one’s watching. let’s make this quick, hm?”

—--------------------------------------------------------------

“you’re… bigger than i expected,” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s tip slowly penetrated the former’s ass, the lube overflowing from the amount needed for lyney to fully let the huge cock that was owned by the chief of police inside of him. wriothesley, wearing nothing but the tie that he bit to hold up, hanging from his mouth as he grit his teeth.

“...fuck you’re tight. jesus fucking christ.” wriothesley groaned, he slowly pushed in more, and lyney’s breathy gasp followed by the squeeze on wriothesley’s arm made wriothesley want to pound that ass until lyney couldn’t breathe from way his hole was being roughed up so hard he would have an asthma attack. “and your ass is smaller than my dick expected.”

after pushing it all in quickly to spare lyney, lyney whimpered and let out tiny, breathy moans as his toes curled from the pain and the pleasure of having a dick so big in him that he felt like he’s reaching his intestines. as the slick sound of lube squelched as wriothesley brought it out again, lyney could already feel the effect of fitting that cock into his tiny hole. already feeling empty just from wriothesley’s cock slightly moving away, his moan of pleasure following wriothesley’s thrust back into his ass was louder than it needed to be.

“don’t be so fucking loud.” wriothesley groaned, his gruff, husky voice commanding lyney. “is that clear? or i’ll take it out.”

“y-yes sir.. please..” lyney cried to himself, tears of pleasure leaving his breathless mouth. “please never take it out… i love this cock…”

smiling slightly, wriothesley caressed lyney’s hair to tuck it behind his ear. as he started moving up the speed a little more, lyney got more used to wriothesley’s cock inside of him, the plap of their skin slapping together growing louder, following lyney’s cries of ecstasy. as sweat dripped from wriothesley’s face onto lyney’s body, wriothesley found himself feeling up the glorious body in front of him. 

“fuck! sir, right there, sir- aah..” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself.

“you like that? feeling the way my dick is so big it’s bulging out of you?” wriothesley’s gruff voice reached lyney’s ears, causing the latter’s eyes to roll back into his skull. “you want this big dick, huh? no other cock can satisfy you like mine? that’s why you’re a thieving criminal? you wanted this big, thick cock to rub your insides?”

“nngh, yes! yes, sir! only yours can satisfy me like this!” lyney cried, his nails digging onto wriothseley’s pre-scarred body. “please keep touching it there.. it’s gonna make me cum!”

a deep chuckle rumbled from wriothesley’s throat. “good boy.. i’ll cum inside you if you want.”

desperately, lyney nodded as the pounding had him braindead, any thoughts interrupted by wriothesley’s deep thrusts brought him to a different world. as the sloppy thrusts got faster, wriothesley grabbed onto lyney’s hips and thrusted into him like a toy, the stomach bulge making lyney cry from the way wriothesley’s dick was just that big. as lyney hugged onto wriothesley’s back, they both moaned in sync to each other as the thrusts got rougher, lyney’s ass growing red and marks deepening onto wriothesley’s back from lyney’s hands. 

“lyney… i’m gonna-”

“wriothesley- sir- aah!”

and with the first shot, lyney could feel his intestines start to flood wriothesley’s cum, filling him up enough to feed him for a week. as wriothesley pulled out, he slumped onto a chair panting from the intense, rough sex. as lyney stayed laid over the table, his chest rose up and down, catching his breath. 

after a few moments, wriothesley threw lyney’s clothes at him and told him to put it on. after they both got dressed, wriothesley took lyney out back to the desk.

“this guy’s fine. he doesn’t have anything stolen on him.” wriothesley told the officer at the desk, referring to lyney. “if he gave everything back, we have no reason to keep him here.”

taking a pen and paper, he wrote down a number and a name and gave it to the still-dazed lyney standing in front of him. 

“next time you want to see me, don’t get arrested. just call me, and i’ll be there to personally arrest you myself.” wriothesley passed lyney the paper, slightly smiling. the friendly tone clearly resonated with the latter, as he took the paper enthusiastically. 

“i’ll be sure to call.” 

“you better.”

[ittostine]

for the first time

kinktober day 1: begging

a/n - hi guys im joining kinktober and i'm gonna be writing little oneshots and small scenes throughout the month! if you want the prompts i'm using, i'm using @/a_blk_a's prompt list on twitter

summary:

itto and gorou have their first time together and gorou’s a bit shy to take off his clothes, and itto reassures him and that he really wants to see; gorou has an epiphany hearing itto beg to take his clothes off

or

“please? i really wanna see it, please please please gorou?"

“itto, is this really okay?” a hushed whisper came from the dog general, worried about the cacophony of noises from the victory party outside. “what if someone notices we’re missing- and hears us?! i could never forgive myself..”

itto chuckled, shaking his head. “no one’s gonna hear, babe.”

“besides, it wouldn’t be so bad if they did, no?”

with a harsh red taking over his face, gorou lightly punched itto’s muscular arm. “yes! it would!”

“trust me, it’ll be fine. now let’s get steamy.” itto wiggled his eyebrows, tugging his jacket off, revealing his entire torso to gorou. the latter suddenly realised, that to have sex, most of your clothing need to be off.

now, gorou usually doesn't really have any issues with his body. his scars were something that made him look more manly and strong in front of the soldiers, but now, in a vulnerable moment with the oni he loves, a self-consciousness clouded him. as itto took off his own clothes, gorou was still covered with his armor and clothes underneath it all. as he slowly unbuttoned it, itto was salivating to see it underneath. 

“c’mon, babe. let’s take this off,” itto started, helping gorou take it off before realising how tense the general was before him. “or is something wrong? your tail’s scared straight.”

curses, gorou thought to himself. curse his tail for showing all the emotion itto needed to stop, and curse the oni for being so observant of his lover. “n-no, it’s just… can we do it with my clothes on?”

this confused itto. “but why? your body’s pretty exposed in your outfit anyway..”

“it’s just…” gorou hesitated, but seeing itto so eager to know what’s wrong, he couldn’t help but open up to him. “the scars. i-i’m sure you don’t want to see anything like that- so, let’s just go back to the feast-”

“no!” itto’s eyebrows creased, a worried hand grabbing the scared dog’s wrist. he made sure he wasn’t grabbing it too tight, and he continued to speak. “i swear it’s fine. It’s- it’s not even a bad thing! if anything, it’s kinda hot- i mean, i kinda wanna see it. so please, can we continue?”

gorou looked at itto hesitantly, seeing his boyfriend so worried and ready to reassure gorou made him feel less doubtful of himself and his scars. even as he was about to speak, itto comfortingly kissed on his cheek, and his chin and continued, starting to beg.

“please? i really wanna see it, please please please gorou? i’d do anything if it meant i could have this moment with you. you’re so beautiful, gorou, so please let me see you, i really want to!” itto pleaded, holding gorou’s hand tenderly and kissing it as he got on his knees. gorou was probably the first to see the oni at such a vulnerable position.

with the same harsh blush he had on earlier, gorou’s switch was flipped. itto’s behaviour right now was more than enough to convince him, but seeing him so sincere and earnest about him is making his own cock throb. he wanted to see more of it, more of itto so needy and eager for the general, more of itto needing to breed and pump him full of his seed. 

“um,” gorou’s voice cracked, before he shook his head and said, “surely you don’t need to do it that bad, do you?”

“yes, i do!” itto almost cried out, like he’s the dog instead of gorou, grabbing at his leg and looking up at him with the most pitiful puppy eyes. “i want to do it so badly! i need you, gorou, please!”

awkwardly coughing, gorou slowly got more in the mood and slowly gained confidence. “then, what is it that you need, hm, itto?”

“to fuck you! i wanna fuck you so bad, you don’t get it! gorou, i need you! please, let me fuck you, gorou! clothes on or off, i just wanna do it! can i, please? please please please?” 

gorou sighed, reaching down to itto’s cheek. hearing the big, muscular, strong oni itto beg and plead to use him like a dog in heat while he was bare naked and throbbing had changed the general’s mind, willing to push his insecurities aside and have a little fun. “then why don’t you help your general take this off then?”

itto’s eyes sparkled. like a dog and a chew toy, itto attacked the dog’s poor clothes, having gorou fully exposed within record time. itto kissed down gorou’s chest, planting small, warm pecks around gorou’s scars, showing them the amount of love the general deserved. itto’s kisses rapidly covered gorou’s body, and gorou’s little hums and groans of pleasure when itto would reach sensitive spots only made the oni more determined to show his boyfriend how much he loved him.

as his mouth reached gorou’s pulsing cock, he kissed his boyfriend’s length, making him let out a few sighs of satisfaction. his tongue licked the tip, dragging itself around the girth like a snake trapping his prey, his teeth slightly touching it. he put his lips around the head of gorou’s cock, assured at the sight of his general moaning and groaning.

“you’re so good, itto- ah..” gorou threw his head back in pleasure, his sticky precum already leaking out of his tip as itto nibbled and kissed on it. “right there- it’s so good.”

“general, i love it- ngh.. fuck..” itto groaned as he touched his own cock while sucking on gorou’s tip. “i wanna put it in you so bad.. can i, please? general…”

hazed in a cloud of pleasure, gorou continued playing along. “i couldn’t hear you, itto.. what was that?”

“please…” itto whimpered as he rubbed his precum all over his needy cock. “please let me breed you, general gorou..” 

gorou almost came at the sight and sound of his needy oni begging to fuck him dumb. “you’re a good one, itto. such a good oni…”

“now get up and let’s play a little more.” he whispered into itto’s ear, watching from above how the oni’s dick start twitching from the neglect.

[dvlfyo]

TELL ME IT’S OKAY

ft xiao, venti, diluc, kazuha, albedo, scaramouche, thoma, itto

genre/contents genshin boys comforting u, hcs, fluff, not proofread i’m sorry don’t mind any typos lol, gn!reader; 0.5k words

a/n i wanted to write something rq so here’s sum comfort hcs for u guys, i hope y’all enjoy <3

XIAO remains incredibly quiet when you tell him about your problems. it’s a comfortable silence, a safe haven that only the two of you share, and the ambience in itself is enough to provide comfort to the both of you. occasionally XIAO would mutter soft, whispered words of sympathy, in hopes that you’d feel better, because if there was anything he hated the most, it’d be seeing you like this—distressed and troubled.

VENTI comforts you by trying to make you laugh. with him, there’ll always be that vibrant “cheer up, dove!” that’d never fail to put even a slight smile on your face. he’ll try everything just to see that smile of yours light up your features again, because a world without it would be a place he’d never want to be in—it goes without saying that it’s his favorite thing about you.

DILUC looks at the situation logically. he’s always been such a rational and professional person, and no matter what the circumstances may be, he’ll always find a reasonable solution first, although, if his significant other needed comfort more than a solution to their issue, he’d be willing to try and reassure you, even though comforting may not exactly be his forté.

KAZUHA listens. he listens intently, taking in each and every word that comes out of your mouth—and when it’s his turn to provide you consolation, every single thing he says makes everything seem better than it really is. his words feel nearly magical—it’s remarkable, really, just how effortlessly he could make you feel relieved almost instantly.

contrary to popular belief, ALBEDO is genuinely one of the best people to approach for comfort. he’s always preferred the company of children as opposed to those of his peers, because of klee, who he sees as his younger sister. he’d often be the one to provide ease to her, and in turn, he’d gotten used to comforting people. taking short strolls are common between you two.

unlike albedo, SCARAMOUCHE isn’t really the best person to go to. he’s got a clear distaste for most people, you being an exception, which meant that he didn’t have much experience with such things. he’ll try to listen, but that might be the most comforting thing he can do. don’t try commenting negatively on yourself because then he’d promptly call you an idiot and compliment you endlessly.

THOMA is one of the most affectionate people you’ve ever met, which is why it’s to no one’s surprise that he pulls you closer to him with his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace the moment he sees you crying. he’ll let you cry into his shoulder, chuckling lightly when you apologize for getting his shirt wet and telling you he can always get another one.

ITTO, in any situation, would be ready to beat someone up just for you, because who in their right mind would hurt someone as graceful as you? in no world was this acceptable, and he made sure that anyone who ever hurt you was aware of that. he’ll tell you that you’re amazing constantly, and when you’d ask why he kept doing so even when you felt better, he reasoned that it was so you’d never forget.

[sumiremrsk]

'Huh....? It's morning already...?'

Sleepy Baxter is so cute.... my pookie fr

[rui-drawsbox]

hello everyone i finished vitiating the last dlc of the best visual novel i'v ever played

(the dlc was out two days ago)

im having many thoughts

[sunbloomdew]

baxter dlc in four pictures

i loved it btw

[solyxa]

Im in love w Baxter Ward so have this short bad dream comfort about him

you wake with a start. looking around frantically, the room is dark, where are you? was that real? what's going on? you thrash around, looking for any sign that it was just an awful nightmare.

“is something the matter?” a groggy voice asks and the dark shape of a person stirs next to you. of course, now you remember.

you stayed the night at baxter’s. your parents out of town and your sister, after much scrutiny, deciding to let you stay with him as long as "zebra boy keeps his distance". though, considering how you were cuddling now, you hadn't really adhered to that rule. so that's how you got here, laying beside baxter in bed, falling asleep in his arms, and now waking from a bad dream. you try to calm your rapid heart as you go over these facts in your mind. you're okay, you're safe…

“yeah, it was just… a bad dream.”

baxter sits up fully at that, and you see him rub the sleepiness from his eyes in the moonlight. all of his movements seem different from how they are in the day, not nearly as sharp. you knew he wasn't a morning person, he must not have been much of a ‘waking up in the middle of the night’ person either.

“i see. i'm deeply sorry for that. is there anything i could do for you?”

you thought it was interesting how even when he was half asleep he still spoke pretty proper. seemingly self imposed manners were something he just couldn't forget.

“it's fine.” there was no way that was convincing, but you didn't have anything to ask of him. especially when it's so late and you both should just be asleep.

“alright, please let me know if you change your mind. goodnight.”

“good- ah..”

you were about to repeat the sentiment when you felt baxter wrap his arms around you, ever gently and tuck his face into your neck. he lay a small kiss there before nuzzling into you and beginning to snore softly. you couldn't help but giggle to yourself, he seemed so much… softer when he was sleepy. comforted that he was with you, you went back to bed, feeling peaceful and protected.

[cyos-deactivated20230618]

I think the reason why I love Baxter so much is because his story is a message of hope, to me at least. He could be easily made a typical detached playboy who is forgiven thanks to a singular kind gesture. But no, he’s a living (for a fictional character), complicated and at times painfully relatable person. The temptation to decide for others that they don’t need me is real. I don’t necessarily build impossible walls; I can be open, affectionate and helpful, only to throw it away. I’ve destroyed relationships because I was too much in my own head. It doesn’t mean I’m a poor little meow meow who can’t recognize her own messed up actions. Neither is Baxter. I haven’t really seen any haters of his yet, but I wouldn’t blame anyone for disliking him. He doesn’t beg for forgiveness either. But he learned his lessons and took the courage to care and to be cared for. Because that’s the thing: he may be extroverted and confident, but to a point. Being an inconvenience to a slightest degree scares him. It’s uncharted territory. Unpredictable like the ocean.

I’m proud of him for taking the steps into those waters. I’m proud of me. And of you ❤️

[freyyzu]

SEE YOU AGAIN SOON

it's finally the day of your depature, and you decide to leave baxter with one last memory to hold onto until you can see each other again.

a/n; i'm so head over heels in love with this monochrome man i feel like my heart's gonna burst. thank you so much for the amazing game and loving memories, gb patch i'm going to treasure Our Life always

“Is this everything?” You’ve heard that question no less than three times now since leaving Baxter’s apartment. Once, when he closed the door, twice, when you exited the car, and now for a third time as you’re at the station waiting for the train to arrive.

“I should hope so, otherwise one of my belongings is lost within the depths of your apartment now,” you tease good heartedly.

“Hm,” his concerned frown is quickly replaced by a grin. “Maybe I should hope you did leave something behind, then. It would give me an excuse to bring it to you.”

The both of you share a hearty laugh at that. You hadn’t even been parted yet, but here he was already thinking of making his way back to you.

Well, you did agree to have him come over soon after the hectic rush-planning that was Jude and Scott’s wedding, and the five days that you had spent here wasn’t enough to make up for the five years of no contact. There was going to be a lot to catch up on, and a part of you hoped that you’d always have something to catch up on with each other. That there was always going to be something new to learn about one another—together.

“We’ll call,” you reassure him. His shoulders visibly untense at your words, a softer smile adorning his lips. “And text, the days before you arrive will be over before we both know it.”

Baxter reaches out to take your hand, no pauses, no falters. “Then I look forward to that day with bated breath.”

Your eyes crinkle at the edges, and despite him being the one who took hold of your hand first you decide to turn it around on him—literally. Flipping your clasped hands, you bring it up to your lips in a gentle kiss, his bright, brown eyes following the motion as goosebumps chill their way down his arm.

“Why don’t we take a picture together?”

The sudden question catches him off-guard. “A picture?”

“The frame on your desk was empty last time I saw it, right?”

“Ah,” he looks abashed at that. Even though you had gifted him a picture frame, Baxter had never been able to actually use it for its intended purpose. “You noticed that as well, huh?”

You swallow the words at how it’s a bit difficult not to notice something like that. “What do you say?”

There was simply never a moment precious enough in his life to capture in time until you showed up again, and since your arrival every day felt special enough to be caught in the moment. Now with that offer laid bare in front of him, there was no way he was going to let it go. “I’d say that’s a great idea.”

Setting your bags on the nearest chair, Baxter pulls out his phone and you shimmy closer to his side, his arm reaching out to wrap around your waist almost instinctively. It felt a bit embarrassing, using the selfie function of his phone; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever did if ever.

Though far past his embarrassment was the joy of being able to see your face every day whenever he so wished, even if you weren’t there in person.

The shutter goes off, and at the same time he feels a soft press into his cheek.

The motion catches him by surprise, the only word able to leave the tip of his tongue being, “huh?” followed by your chuckles.

His eyes glance down at his phone, the picture displaying all its glory to you and him. He sports a startled look, the tips of his ears forming the faintest red and of course you’re leaning in, your lips pressed against his cheek with a smile.

“It looks good,” you comment cheerfully, either not noticing or feigning ignorance to the way his entire face has lit up in a bright, strawberry red. “Don’t you think?”

“I-” he catches the same tint of red dusting the edge of your cheeks. No doubt that action had been a spur of the moment decision on your part, rather than a well-thoughtout plan, though at this point he can’t say he’s surprised—if the last-minute party plannings were anything to go by.

An affectionate sigh leaves him, and he leans in, following the bubbling warmth in his chest, hand gently cradling your cheek as he pulls you into a kiss. A proper one, where both of your lips touch and your eyes flutter close, blocking the entire world around you.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and he nearly melts at the tender motion of your hands. Baxter’s spent the last five days wondering how he could be so lucky. To reunite with his ideal, the person he fell for, the one he loved—loves—from all those years ago and how even after a long five years you still haven’t forgotten, haven’t given up on him.

“Baxter?” Every part of you, from the color of your eyes, to your kind, patient personality, to your hands that treat him like he’s glass, to your voice that calls his name with so much warmth.

At one point, the kiss had broken and he bumped his forehead with yours. He couldn’t tell you not to leave, even when every fiber of his being wished for you to just stay by his side, and so he swallows those words. This is enough for now, these five days, the next five years. You’ll make it work.

“I love you.” From this close of proximity, the breath that follow his words flutter your eyelashes. His hand doesn’t move from your cheek, but his thumb begins to rub timidly along your skin, as if afraid you’ll back off if he did any more.

Your eyes gloss over at those three simple words. He was really going to make it hard to leave wasn’t he? Even though you were the one who had been trying to keep it together this entire time. “I love you, too,” you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.

If time stopped there, neither of you would have minded, but it doesn’t, and soon the ring of the train bells force both of you to pull away.

“I should get going,” you mutter with less resolve than before.

“I’ll walk with you to the doors.” Baxter picks up half of your bags again, motioning towards your ride with his head. He looks just as, if not more, insulted than you at the interruption.

“Thank you.”

The walk was short and quiet, there were a million and one things you could have said, but chose not to. They could wait until you met up again. And everyone knows that there was no one more patient than you around here. You’ve waited this long, you could wait a little more.

“I’ll see you in a bit?” Baxter passes your bags over to you. It’s unsure of exactly how long ‘a bit’ actually refers to, but you’ll get your answer eventually.

“Definitely,” you reply. “I’ll see you again soon, Baxter.”

He leans in for the last time, and you’re almost sure he was going to kiss your lips again, but he falters at the last second and moves upwards to press his lips against your forehead instead.

“I feel like if I kiss you now I’d never stop,” he chuckles in jest, though you can hear the full sincerity in those words. “I’ll see you again soon, darling.”

‘Darling’ that was a pet name you’d have to get used to unless you fear for your poor heart exploding.

You give him one last kiss of your own, also on the forehead—he hums contently at the action—before pulling back; the train doors beginning to close.

And when the train finally takes off, and your waves weren’t within sight anymore, Baxter finds himself crumpling to the floor in a heap.

It’s a question he’s asked himself multiple times, more times than you’d call appropriate, but was he allowed to be this happy? A hand goes up to his forehead where your lips had just been, and he allows himself to bask in the feeling.

‘It’s alright.’ He was allowed to be this happy.

A ping from his phone pulls him out of his thoughts, and he grumbles at the interruption. He pulls out the device with a less-than-appropriate mumble though stops completely when he sees who it’s from.

[ could you send me that picture, please?

i’d like to have a memory of us as well. ]

[ Of course. ]

Comes his instantaneous response.

He sends you the photo immediately, and his eyes linger on it for just as long as it takes for you to reply back.

[ thanks! i’ll treasure it ]

Yeah, he is allowed to be this happy.

With you.

And he hopes with his entire heart that you feel the same.

[ As will I. ]

[hiraya-rawr]

— oh and by the way im married (zhongli) .

synopsis !! zhongli neglects to inform his friends that he's married.

contains !! they/them reader but referred to as wife, comedic dialogue

Z H O N G L I

Perhaps it's the fact that you've been married for centuries that informing others didn't seem to be a priority for Zhongli.

It wasn't obvious either. He had his day job and you had yours. To regular couples, the amount of distance you two spend would be a little strange, but time is something you have in abundance so it didn't really matter when you spend a few days apart doing your day jobs.

It was Hutao who brought it up the on the evening's Lantern Rite dinner.

"Aiyaya, it seems like everybody alive and dead has a date for this year's lantern rite."

"Hahaha! And here we are celebrating a feast with new and old friends. It doesn't sound like much of a loss to me." Venti laugjs, pouring himself a drink that threatens to overflow from his hand.

"I'm not saying it's a loss, I'm simply wondering wouldn't some of you want to spend the night with a special someone?" She smirks, eyes scanning the group. Chongyun coughs into his cup as Xiao averts his gaze from the troublemaker.

"If you're asking for my opinion, I'd say everyone here is quite special to me," Lumine smiles warmly before glancing at the two archons and yaksha, "I'm sure there's still time for dating in the future. We're not that old."

"Well. . ." Hutao turns to Zhongli. He raises a brow, placing down his cup.

"May I ask why you're staring at me, Director Hu?"

"No reason~ It's just, as your boss, of course I'm a little bit concerned. Aren't you wasting your youth by not going out on dates, mister Zhongli? I'm sure there's a line of Liyuens who would love to–"

A burst of laughter comes from the green bard. "Oh, him? On a Lantern Rite date with someone else? (Name) would surely kill him."

"(Name)?" Everyone questions.

"Huh? He didn't tell you?" Venti tilts his head.

Zhongli coughs, "Ah. . . Please don't be concerned about my dating life, Director Hu. After all, I am already married."

Silence.

A cup drops.

Tea spills (literally).

Then,

"Married?!" The restaurant shakes as Hutao and Lumine jolt upright, hands slamming the table.

"Married." Zhongli confirms.

"What! For how long? When? What's their name? Why have you never–"

Zhongli hushes, trying to calm his boss from jumping over the table. His face dusts a light pink, perhaps embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

"For a few. . . years now. As you know, they're (Name). And as for why I never mentioned my wife. . ." He glances at the crowd, ". . . I simply forgot."

"You. . . forgot," Xingqiu slowly repeats.

"Yes, it seems I've forgotten to inform everyone. Then again, is it not obvious that I'm a married man?"

Chongyun covers his face in his hands, processing the whole ordeal, "Thinking back. . . mister Zhongli always had a domestic kind of aura. It seems so obvious now."

"Wait, wait, wait! How come I didn't know about this? We work together almost everyday! And why does Venti know! Didn't you two just met! Do you even have a ring?" Hutao interjects, flabbergasted as Zhongli and Venti freezes.

In truth, he does have a ring. One he carved himself made of only the most precious of jade and metal. It has rested under his glove for centuries—

Under his glove also hides his draconic arms, golden veins against dark brown, almost scale-like skin. Proof of a entity greater than human.

"Ehe. . . about that," Venti nervously looks away, "I've actually. . . met his wife before!" He covers up, voice laced with enthusiasm.

"Yes, yes, my wife is quite fond of Mondstadt's songs. They've frequently visited the nation before."

"And you don't come along?" Xiangling asks.

"I don't."

The group blinks.

"And what about the ring? I never see you wear a wedding ring." Hutao narrows her eyes.

"That's because I don't wear it." He answers bluntly.

". . . and you never introduced them to us because. . .?" Lumine questions.

"Because . . . I haven't had the time to?"

Hutao rests back on her chair, her eyes glazed in judgment, "No offense mister Zhongli, but you seem like a terrible husband. If you don't get your act straight, I'd say your marriage won't last."

His jaw drops. Venti laughs.

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"Darling, am I a terrible husband?"

"No? What makes you think that?"

"No reason. Although I believe we should try dating publicly."

tumblr has been deleting my last paragraphs why

//for some reason tumblr has been deleting my last lines in drafts so i have to type this so my last sentences wont get deleted

"No reason. But perhaps it's about time I show you off to the public more."

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[fenkko]

kissing the homies goodnight 😚 especially kaveh

[ayusgenshinart]

Cozy pixel library for Kaveh and Haitham :)

[ittostine]

A hot plate of omurice.

Itto x gn!reader! Hurt/Comfort + established relationship + drabble + wholesome + fluff

With a sizzle on a pan, you tossed and twisted your hands to create a godly omurice. Crisp, yellow and hot, you served it on a plate at the dining table, the smell wafting through the home you owned with your boyfriend, Arataki “The One and Oni” Itto. 

The big guy was out for a “gang meeting” - despite him not seeming to have done anything productive every meeting - and you wanted to prepare a nice, hot meal for him before he came home. Usually, you have your own work things to do but you just felt like doing something nice for him today. Setting up the table with a sweetly scented butterscotch candle with sodas on the side, the house was candlelit-dinner ready and waiting for Itto to come home to you. 

You couldn’t wait. Whenever he came home, it was like a ray of sunshine had burst through the door, spurting out the contents of his day to you as he squeezed you tightly. His big arms would envelop you like he was a friendly bear and it made you feel warmer than a blanket in the summer.

“I’m home.” A familiar voice deadpanned throughout the house as the door opened. Itto! You jumped in excitement to see your boyfriend, only to be met with a man who had his horns turned downwards, almost like those sad puppies with their ears. He pat you on the back (which he almost never does) and takes off to his room.

This confused you. No hug? No adventures today? Itto seemed a bit… dulled. 

But alas, you tried to ignore it. 

“So,” You tried to prompt him to start talking first. “What’d you do today? How’s the gang?”

“Nothing much. Everything went fine.” Itto shortly said, a juxtaposition from how he usually acted. By now he would have talked about how he found an onikabuto today and how he fought someone super powerful and threw them in the river but it was actually the shogunate and he was indirectly asking you to cover him from Kujou Sara. But no, everything went “fine”. 

You didn’t want to force an answer out of him, so you just let him change out of his normal outfit and into something comfortable. “Okay, dinner’s on the table when you’re ready.” You said, caressing his arm comfortingly. 

Dinner was even worse. You’d think Itto, the one and Oni, would have appetites larger than the seven seas and Teyvat itself, but he played with his food as he stared into space. And as ridiculous as it may sound, it concerned you. A lot. Even when you called out to him, he’d give a short, enthusiastic answer and go back to spacing out. 

“Itto,” You reached out to him, holding onto his wrist so he would notice the contact. “You’ve been acting weird… You alright?” 

“Babe, we don’t have to do this, you know.” Itto grumbled, not wanting to worry you too much. “I’m fine, I swear.”

As he stared into your face, scrunching up his eyebrows in thought of what to reply with, he tried to muster up an answer that was good enough for you. Times like these, he knew he couldn’t be stubborn and hold in his feelings anymore. He sighed and put down his utensils as he explained.

“It’s just sometimes,” Itto scratched his head as if he felt stupid saying this out loud. He didn’t want to seem weak, especially not in front of you, the love of his life. He was supposed to be your hero, your “one and oni”. Not some weak guy who gets affected by his emotions. “I feel like I’m not good enough. For you… For everyone, really. Especially the gang…”

You frowned as Itto let you carry his self doubt, you getting closer every word and slowly hugging him as he explained. “Now- usually, what other people think don’t affect me that much. But now that I’m with you, and I have the gang too… I have to be a good leader, ya know?”

“Itto, you are good enough,” You caressed his muscly shoulder in comfort as you spoke into his ear like a mother. “You’ll always be good enough.”

“That’s just what you say. But the rest? No one else thinks I’m capable of anything other than trouble. Earlier, Mamoru and I argued about the whole… gang thing. How we haven’t done anything interesting and that we sat around and played games the whole time. It wasn’t that serious.

“But then, later on, I overheard some people talking about me - crazy, right? I have Oni senses, of course I can hear you from a mile away. Anyway, they were talking about the gang and just how everyone wouldn’t be in a bad position or reputation if I didn’t go around priding myself on creating trouble.” Itto sighed, scratching his head. Now, he really felt stupid. He couldn’t face you. “Then, they brought up you. How you would be doing so much better without me if you had just gotten together with someone else. Like, bro Ayato, or Thoma. They had money, they had class, and they had a reputation. Me? What do I have? A single coin of Mora and a bunch of people who think I’m not capable of doing anything other than creating trouble.”

Itto groaned, his back completely turned to you. But you stood right behind him, hugging him from the back. Squeezing him warmly, you spoke softly.

“Itto…” You let your warmth transfer over to his skin, making sure he felt every ounce of comfort from you. “I love you. I love you so, so much.

“I wish I knew how to make you stop feeling like this. But you’re so loved. The gang loves you, I love you, Granny Oni loves you… You’re so loved and so needed.”

Even though Itto was still frowning, you smiled a little and tried to cheer him up by taking a spoon and putting it by his mouth. “Now eat. I know you’re hungry.”

“No, I’m not.” 

A grumble left Itto’s stomach, loudly breaking the silence. Itto sheepishly looked at you ashamed and let out a frustrated “Fine”.

Reluctantly, Itto let you feed him as you sat by his side. As the hot omurice touched his tongue, his eyes instantly forgot his problems and was taken aback by how good the food was. 

“Dude. Baaabe… You cooked this? For me?” Itto’s eyes sparkled, as he took the spoon and ate more of the big portion you gave him on his plate. “This is so awesome!”

“Aww, stop it.” You flushed as you let him enjoy the food, happy to be able to take his mind off of the food. You caressed his shoulder comfortingly. “I just want you to feel good.”

“This is making me feel the best.” Itto smiled, feeling the warmth of your omurice go down to his belly, filling the lost appetite. “I love this so much. I love you so much.” 

As Itto finished the food and practically licked the plate clean, he gave you a big warm comforting hug to make up for earlier. “I’m sorry about earlier, I hate being sad around you.”

“Itto, you can always be sad around me. I love when you’re sad around me,” You paused. “Wait, that sounded wrong. I meant that I love when you’re vulnerable around me, and I want to see every part of you. That’s how much I love you.”

Itto practically teared up. “Man… Don’t talk anymore, you’re gonna make me cry.”

You let Itto hug you, giving the biggest squeeze back to him to let him know it’s okay. As you stroked his back, you lightly kissed his shoulder. Itto hummed, letting you comfort him and envelope him with the love that he needs. 

A/N: hi guys im new idk what im doing.......... i mostly opened this 4 drabbles n short fics to write but idk how to look as cool as you guys

[sylvee0]

Ittorou in modern clothes ✨