໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ al haitham x gn!reader. sfw. established relationship / non sexual nudity / minimal dialogue / self indulgent comfort piece
𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . 's raining + im feeling a bit pouty n sad so i wrote dis lil thing to cheer mi up ^__^ i hope u enjoy if u choose to read it :3 as always feedback + reblogs are supa appreciate ♡ྀི
all it takes is a single step through the front door for al haitham to realize you’re upset.
he can sense it in the drag of your feet; steps that are normally light and fawn-like and struggling to catch up with his own long strides, a little bit skittish and a lot of bit clumsy, are now sluggish. devoid of their usual urgency and purpose. you’re burdened by something, he notices, as you scuff along the hardwood floor; from beyond the pages of his book he can imagine you heaving a silent sigh.
al haitham knows you’re upset even without needing to see the pout on your lips and hear the quiet tremble of your voice.
he can tell it in how you timidly shuffle your way over to where he rests on the couch, burrow under his strong arms and sandwich yourself between his chest and the book he’s reading, lay your ear over his beating heart.
you tend to do that a lot— listen to his heart. the soft rhythm must be where you find refuge, he thinks to himself. a sweet little serenade that brings you solace. he wonders if you can hear it skip a beat, flutter the tiniest bit whenever you rest your head on his chest.
as you lay against him, al haitham continues reading, albeit blindly. words on the page are simply just words to him— vehicles that hold an empty weight because all he can really seem to think about now is you.
you’re upset, and he quietly wonders why.
but he knows you’d rather not talk about your troubles. he knows it in the way you don’t ask him for a kiss with a ‘pretty please’ like you usually do, in the way you don’t ask him to cut up some zaytun peaches and feed you as you sit together on the windowsill facing the village hills.
and all it takes you is a single sniffle for al haitham to resolve that he will do something about this.
“c’mere,” he tucks the book into his side, raises from the couch. meets your sticky eyes with a tender smile reserved just for you. “let’s take a bath.”
his touch is soft as he strips you of your clothing, kisses your clavicle after he removes your necklace, then your wrists, your tummy, your calves. he props open the bathroom window to let the birdsong in, gets you settled between his legs in the too-small tub. it’s easy to ignore the annoyance of the ledge digging into his spine when your warm body curls up against him like this— he finds comfort in the feeling of your skin on his, the familiarity of vanilla cream and sumeru rose from your hair invading his senses.
draping his arms around the front of your chest, he grabs the book from the stool next to the tub and prepares to read to you from it.
“you’re not worried about the pages getting wet?” you speak up for the first time that evening— a bashful little murmur that has his heart warming against his ribs, eyes filling with the slightest bit of woe.
despite your own pain, you still worry about him?
“this book has been through far worse than a mere splash of water. besides, if you just be good and lay still…” his fingers curl gently underneath your clavicles and he leans your back against his sinewy chest, cradles your head in the crook of his neck, “we won’t have to worry about getting it wet.”
so you listen. to the flip of parchment, the birds keeping you company at the sill, the handsome cadence to your lover’s voice that makes your cheeks feel all bubbly, the beat of his heart dovetailing yours through your back.
he reads to you until the moon casts her light over the water and your fingers are pruned— short fairytales about butterflies dancing on honey cups, maidens falling in love with talking roses— all from a certain emerald-covered book handed down to him from the only person to show him the same amount of tender loving as you do.
the tension is dispelled from your shoulders, the tight coil of anguish around your heart snapping and resolving into something lighter, less murky. and as you sit there in his warm embrace, you feel your nose twitch and the backs of your eyes sting.
because al haitham is romantic in the way he silently cares for you like this, looks at you like you hung the moon, touches you as if you were the most delicate of padisarahs. he is your only sweetheart, and he makes you feel like that; he is a list of all the best, warmest things the world has to offer: overly ripe zaytun peaches and the smell of fresh parchment and sunspots on the wooden floor and the tickle of tall grass.
tonight, his arms shield you from all the bad in the world, and tomorrow, you hope you can do the same to him.
idk i just felt like. writing haitham grieving his grandmother. it’s also a slight character study ig. idk if anyone will read this but if you do. just know that he is the core of my heart. his grandmother too i mourn her death so much sobs
“hey,” you say gently, sitting next to him. al-haitham only grunts in acknowledgment, slumped on the couch. “d’you want dinner? i made your favorite.”
“not hungry,” he mumbles.
his grandmother’s death anniversary is a sore spot. it’s a day you tiptoe around carefully every year. you don’t know much about his family—just that he was orphaned very young and raised by his father’s mother until the ripe age of 16. you’ve seen the dainty handwriting inside the covers of books, and you’ve even seen a small, framed photograph that he keeps stowed away.
sometimes, you wish he’d tell you. you wish the far away look and the clenched fist around the fabric of his pants would ease with your presence. you wish he’d tell you about her, that you’d know the woman who raised the man you love—even if only through hushed words and old stories.
“you hate sleeping on an empty stomach,” you hum, placing your hand over his clenched one.
his fist loosens a little—progress.
“i…” he pauses, let’s out a heavy sigh before letting his head fall back. there’s tension in his shoulders, in his neck, in the jaw he keeps so tightly clenched. “i won’t be sleeping for a bit. sorry,” he tries to sound apologetic. you don’t hear much in his tone besides defeat. “you can head in without me.”
“that’s okay,” you shrug, forcing his clenched fingers apart to weave yours in with his. “i don’t sleep well without you anyway.”
“suit yourself,” is all he says.
and it’s silent for a bit. he seems to be thinking deeply—or reminiscing, maybe grieving. maybe all three, but you’re not too sure. you’re never too sure when it comes to how al-haitham feels about anything.
he’s hard to decipher—but he’s easy to pull apart. you don’t understand how someone as hard and calculating as him is so gentle with love, but it’s hard not to notice how soft his touch is, how it lingers, how the tips of his fingers long for you. you don’t doubt he loves you—he never gives you the chance to.
but sometimes….sometimes you wish he’d let you love him properly. to kiss the scars. to admire the parts he thinks are ugly. to shelter the thoughts that have no home besides his own head.
it’s silent for a bit—until it’s not. you break the silence first, like you’re holding a hand out for him from the shore as he drifts aimlessly.
“baby?” you ask quietly. he grunts again in response. “what was she like?”
“who?”
al-haitham is a smart man. probably the smartest you’ve ever met. you don’t think you’ve ever met someone who read physics books as a pastime, and you’re pretty certain he’ll always be the only one. you know he knows exactly what what you’re asking and you know he’s avoiding it.
but it doesn’t stop you though—it’s been long enough, you think. you’ve known him long enough. craved him for a few summers and loved him for enough winters that he has pieces of you that fall through the cracks of your resolve.
you think you deserve a few pieces of him too—even if your fingers have to reach past the cracks themselves, even if they have to slice against the jagged edges and bleed a little in the process.
you’ll bleed for him—like the sun rises from the east and sets in the west, your heart beats for al-haitham. and it’ll bleed for him too.
“your grandmother,” you whisper. “you’ve never told me about her.”
“there’s not much to tell,” he shrugs. “she died right before i enrolled in the akademiya and she raised me after my parents died.”
“i’m sure there’s more,” you say gently—his grip has tightened on your hand now. you don’t think he realizes—in fact, you don’t think al-haitham realizes half of what he feels when it comes to vulnerability.
it’s why he realizes he loves you so late. it’s why you fall first and he falls after. but he falls harder—it’s not hard to see.
“she was a kshahrewar scholar,” he offers blankly.
your thumb brushes over his knuckles, and it’s almost like your hand reaches past the shore just a little further—you don’t mind risking the fall into the water if it means pulling him out.
“haitham,” you sigh delicately. he swallows. it’s hard to keep composure for long—even for someone like him.
grief is an evil thing. it’s a familiar friend—one you wish you never made and one you’ll never shake away. it dances with you under the moonlight, when the stars are bright but the sky is heavy. it barely grazes your skin some days but weighs into your bones on others. it’s a cruel thing really—and it hits you harder some moments than others.
“she was kind,” he starts slowly, his hand reaching out and grabbing yours over the shoreline. maybe, just maybe, sometimes he can get tired of drifting too. “she liked to bake. her hands got too weak to knead dough when i got older, though. you would have liked her tarts. she couldn’t read without her glasses and she always forgot they were on her head. she said my father looked like her husband and that i look like my father. she used to ask me to read to her sometimes so i’d sit on her lap and read my books out loud. she loved the sunrise but was never good at waking up on time to see it. she used to drink tea during sunsets. she liked hers extra sweet and i liked mine more bitter. i…” he pauses, voice shaky as his fingers dig into your hand. you squeeze, and he sniffles. “i haven’t had tea since she passed.”
“she sounds lovely,” you whisper. “i would have loved to meet her.”
“she’d have loved you,” he cracks a small smile, shaking his head as he thinks. “probably more than she loved me.”
“i’m sure i’d never compare to her darling grandson,” you chuckle, bumping arms with him. his head drops to your shoulder—you hesitate for a moment before deciding to pull him into your chest. and when he doesn’t protest, when he buries himself into you instead of pulling away, you thread your fingers into his hair.
“i miss her,” he croaks quietly.
“i know,” you soothe. “i know, baby.”
al-haitham has only ever known love twice in his life. one is gone but it lives through the other. the gentle touch against his scalp and the warmth under his cheek is familiar—it feels like the lap he slept on when he was six. it feels like the delicate hands that cupped his cheeks when he was eight. it feels like the soft kisses against his temple when he was ten.
al-haitham has only ever known love twice in his life, and he’s glad that one of them is you.
“you’d have loved her too,” his voice breaks. you kiss his head as you feel your shirt dampen.
“i already do,” you murmur, “she raised you well. i have her to thank.”
his breath hitches at that—and then he pulls you closer, grasps you tighter, falls in love with you harder. his grandmother’s death anniversary has always been a sore spot—but somehow, you numb the ache even if by just a little.
gently, your hand clasps his and pulls him to shore. he’s grateful he doesn’t have to drift alone anymore.
there is nothing i’m more obsessed with than al-haitham’s childhood. i have so many thought about it. and him. and his character. and his inner thoughts and feelings and most of them revolve around his grandmother and more importantly her passing. and idk. he’s just sosososo important to me i wish we knew more about his grandmother. i love her so much i grieve her passing even though we’ve never even met her 😭
al-haitham asks you to marry him before he even realizes himself what he’s just asked. it’s a random tuesday night. you’re in worn out pajamas, he’s still got slight damp hair from his shower, and the both of you are curled up on the couch.
you’re rubbing his chest and his arm’s wrapped around your waist when you murmur, “we should get a place with more windows.”
he raises a brow, turns to look at you and scan over the side of your face. it’s familiar, the way you look so pretty under the dim light, on the same couch against the same walls in the same living room. but it’ll still feel like the first time even if it’ll be his last.
“is the design of our current home not up to your standards?” he asks, making you giggle.
“it’s nice,” you hum, “but it needs more windows. and a bigger kitchen. and maybe a backyard.”
“this home is conveniently close to our place of work,” he argues, fingers creeping up from under your shirt and rubbing circles into your hip. it’s soft—your skin, it’s warm and familiar under the rough pad of his thumb. it’s a touch that’s routine enough that you don’t squirm in surprise anymore when he finds your bare skin, and then he wonders for a moment if there are other routines waiting for him.
maybe he’ll watch you wait for him through the window as he comes home. maybe you’ll dance in the kitchen as coffee’s being made. maybe there’ll be picnics in the backyard as the sun sets. maybe, when you have a new house but the same home, he’ll find more of you in the walls and the corners of every room.
“haitham,” you huff, “a little extra walk won’t kill you. we should find our dream home.”
“our?” he asks after a moment, like he’s shocked. you only nod against his chest.
“of course, silly,” you chuckle, “i certainly won’t be house shopping with the general mahamatra—”
“we should get married,” he blurts.
“what?”
“my grandmother left a ring,” he instantly explains, “it’s a very nice ring, i promise. you won’t have to worry about having a bare finger—”
“that’s not what i meant—”
“and it can be a small ceremony,” he assures, “it shouldn’t take much planning. but if you’d like something fancier, i don’t mind either, it’s your wedding day just as much as it is mine—”
“that’s sweet, but wait—”
“and if you’re worried about time off for the honeymoon, as the former acting grand sage, there’s still a few strings i can pull for us both. i hear inazuma is nice during spring, so that gives us—”
he’s rambling. he’s figuring it out right here and now and it’s the last thing you expect of him, not having an elaborate plan—and it takes you by surprise. but he’s breathless and his eyes are wide and his chest is warm and his arm is still wrapped tightly around your waist.
and you couldn’t dream of saying no.
“you think you want all this?” you ask gently, “with little old me?”
“there’s no one but you,” he mumbles, holding you closer. and if there’s a slight bounce in his knee as he waits for your answer, you pretend you don’t notice.
“so you want to get married?”
“i want to marry you,” he corrects, “i want you. marriage is just the means of how.”
“okay,” you say with a hitch in your throat. after a moment of silence, you let out a shaky chuckle, eyes watery as you meet his. “okay. let’s get married.”
“okay,” he nods slightly, swallowing thickly.
“and we can have a house with more windows,” you add.
“and a bigger kitchen,” he agrees.
“and a backyard.”
“maybe a bigger study,” he adds thoughtfully.
you grab his face at that, with enough desperation that his cheeks are squished in your hands as you turn him, pressing your lips to his. you taste him, feel him pass through you as a breath of air, hear him ring through your ear as a muffled grunt.
he’s a part of you. he’s every inch of you. he lingers on your skin and knits into your bones. he’s yours now and somehow….somehow he’ll be yours forever.
“i’m going to get married,” you sniffle. “how exciting.”
“i’m going to marry you,” he murmurs, like he’s still processing the fact that you’re here, and his, and you’ve said yes.
“i love you,” you giggle, pressing your forehead to his.
his eyes close and his arm squeezes you gently. “i’ll always love you.”
you people don’t fucking understand how insanely in love with him i am i want to make a fur coat out of his pubic hair and wear it on a cold winter day idc
the first night al-haitham spends with you, he’s unsure what to do with his arms.
“just wrap this one around me here,” you giggle, maneuvering his arm to curl under you. he does so stiffly, laying on his side like a log as you press close against his body. “now lay the other one over me.”
he does—and by that, he simply plops his other arm to lay flat over your torso.
“this is a rather awkward arrangement, don’t you think?” he raises a brow.
“it’s because you’re laying like a robot. loosen your limbs,” you huff, “you might as well eat nuts and bolts for breakfast.”
he’s not good at these kinds of things. he wants to tell you that—that if you’re looking for a boyfriend to hold hands and cuddle with, he’s probably not the best candidate. or the second best. or even the twentieth. he’s probably the last person on the list that you could get intimate with.
yet here you are, curling his arm around you like there’s any hope of him getting this right.
“are you sure this is—”
“here, i have a better idea,” you interrupt. suddenly, you’re hands are shoving him away, making him blink as you roll him around to turn and face away from you.
“what are you—” your arms wrap around him, and your chin rests on his shoulder as you press a gentle kiss to his skin. it’s warm, feeling you pressed against him like this. it’s nice and comforting and it feels like home.
and sure, maybe he lays a little stiff, maybe he’s unsure what do with his arms as he awkwardly lays there on his side, but you wrap yourself around him tightly, pressing a few kisses to the side of his head as you smile against his hair. he can feel you—he can count the beats of your heart and if he tries hard enough, he can feel the way the rhythmic pounding is just as quick as his.
“there,” you murmur, satisfied with yourself. a part of him feels he should turn back around and get it right—that he should be holding you and not the other way around.
but then you pull him closer against your chest, and he can’t help but melt into you. “this will get uncomfortable for your arms rather quickly,” he points out.
“shh. just sleep,” you click your teeth.
he thinks it’ll be harder to sleep with someone here, someone breathing and moving against him and keeping him locked in place. but oddly enough, he falls asleep quicker than usual that night—and every night after too.
i think the first time you really realize alhaitham’s in love with you is when you see how he inconveniences himself just for your sake. it’s subtle, you don’t even notice it until one day it all hits you at once.
“you…got these on your way home?” you ask, taking the bag he holds out. you didn’t even think he was listening last night when you said you’d like to try that new bakery off handedly. evidently he was.
and he stares at you with that aggravatingly blank face of his. “yes.” it’s all he says, all he chooses to offer even when you leave all the unsaid questions in the air.
“but that’s not on the way home,” you say confused.
“it is, if you take a different route.”
“and you took a different route?”
“yes.”
“you took what would be a slightly longer route?” you raise a brow.
“yes.” and then he walks off to change, dropping the discussion all together.
you stare at the bag in your hands, at the small token of proof that he listens, that he cares. and then it hits you, all at once it hits you. those extra pillows he spends time rearranging when he makes the bed because you insist they’re nice and you need them. the papers he gives you at the akademiya already sifted through and sorted in order for you to sign. the late lunch he takes just to have yours with you. those fifteen minutes of sleep he sacrifices to shower first so you can stay in bed a bit longer. that table he hates and always bumps his hips into that you love in the living room.
and that longer route he takes on his way home to get you something you like.
it’s all so inconvenient. it’s a lot more trouble than he likes. it’s inefficient and over complicated and probably is an obstacle to his usually simple life.
“i didn’t know you were listening,” you mumble, “i thought you were asleep.”
“well, it’s difficult to sleep with all your tossing and turning,” he says simply, making your lips quirk into an easy grin as you roll your eyes.
he turns to walk to your bedroom, and you grab his hand and keep him in place. and then you smile that little smile of yours. lean in and press your lips to his. mumble a quiet thank you, haitham against them before kissing them again. and again. and again, for longer this time.
for your first anniversary as a couple, alhaitham gifts you a novel he thinks you'd enjoy and has annotated for the past few weeks (he can finish a book in one sitting, but for you he chose to read through the novel carefully to fully grasp the meaning behind the words)
you were silent as you carefully skimmed through the pages filled with his familiar handwriting and little colorful sticky tabs stuck on certain parts of the pages that indicate which sentences or paragraphs reminded him of you.
looking up to him, you couldn't find the words to express just how touched you were. "'haithie, you didn't —"
"have to get you anything, yes." he said, finishing your sentence for you. "i just happened to see that book while i was in the book store a few weeks ago and thought that you may enjoy it."
"seems like i'm always on your mind, huh?" you grinned, hugging the book close to your chest. "you even annotated it for me, lemme read an entry..."
before you could even find a page to settle on, alhaitham closed the book shut. "my mind is constantly plagued by you ... but i don't mind it." his cheeks were flushed pink as he looked away from you. "read it once you're home."
not wanting to overwhelm your already flustered boyfriend, you put the book safely into your bag and continued to enjoy the nice dinner date to celebrate your anniversary.
once you were home, you opened the novel to the very first page to see that alhaitham wrote a short note:
'to my (y/n), the one who has managed to capture my heart, the one who my soul loves, here's to the first of many anniversaries we'll have.
Authors note: A gift for @kat-sukiii for always working so hard and being the best friend I could ever ask for to have in my life.
Word count: 1062
Warnings: Very much not proofread, nb!reader, some fluff?, some mentions of Diluc’s past
MINORS/BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS PLEASE DNI
➻❥Diluc may not be the most vocal to people when it comes to his emotions or his thoughts, but he’s still the same emotional boy deep inside, just hidden behind all the pain and trauma that he had to go through during his adolescence.
➻❥He isn’t well-versed when it comes to dealing with such strong emotions properly because any time he got a chance to in the past, it was buried in layers upon layers of traumatic events, especially when he had to help his father out of his misery. He can end up exploding and having these bursts of stress and frustration that originates from him letting go and allowing himself to be vulnerable.
➻❥He’s spent years running away from situations that will require him to be sensitive and emotionally invested because he’ll end up giving his all on it and he doesn’t want to end up losing anyone again. So, when someone comes along that’s more emotionally stable or open than he is, his first thought is that they’re foolish and their actions will eventually lead them to pain.
➻❥That is until you come along. He notices your actions and wonders why people are so supportive of you and approach you freely. Leading him to reflect on himself and ask what he’s doing wrong and if his thoughts all this time about being vulnerable were just because of his own fears. Maybe you’re the key to helping him realize that and find the answers he’s been looking for.
♱ warnings — f!reader, handjobs, i need him so bad . i am completely winging his personality ><
the sand feels almost too hot underneath where cyno is sat, but it’s completely drowned out by the pleasurable heat that bursts and warms along his thighs when you squeeze your hand around the base of his cock, inbetween languid strokes of your palm.
it had been unfortunate that he’d ran into a certain silver-haired man today, he had always been cautious of him, not believing a word he said but it didn’t make him any less irritated when he caught the mere sight of him.
the tension in his body was evident when you found him in his usual spot, shoulders rigid and his eyes distant when he gazed out over the city, but the spread of his thighs was still eager when your fingers grazed under his uniform.
”don’t stop.. it feels s-so good.” cyno grunts, his cock twitching against your palm when you drag it along the sensitive glands of his cock, letting your fingers tease and graze over the sensitive head before you’re following it up with a few long strokes that makes his hips twitch into your fist.
he swallows hard, letting his head fall back and despite the sun his skin feels like it’s burning with every twist of your wrist, his forearms trembling from where they’re holding him upright as his snowy bangs frame his lustful expression.
any tension that was plaguing his muscles is gone and any thoughts that aren’t about you or his cock have completely melted out of cyno’s mind when you slow your pace, teasing him and making his hips involuntarily jerk as he hisses through his teeth.
“s-stop teasing.. hnnnn, so close.” he breathes, long and low as you pump him cock with long, heavy strokes that feel like they knock all of the air out of his lungs. but it was intriguing to see the general so lost in pleasure, head knocked back in bliss and his pretty abdomen tightening in time with every languid pull of your palm.
the rhythmic, wet sounds that echo from your both is swallowed up by the tranquility of the landscape and there’s a dull ache between your legs as you feel cyno throb against between your fist, a hissed growl sounding from between his teeth as he fucks himself into your strokes greedily. he feels like he’s lost in a dream and he’s so glad nobody but you gets to see him like this, so weak and consumed by the bliss only you can give him.
you hear him growl before he’s rolling his hips against your palm again, it almost feels as good as your pussy—almost. you’re twisting your hand around him as the head of his cock glistens and disappears into your fist and it only takes a few more rough, messy humps into your hand before his pace stutters and he stills, spilling hot as his creamy load trails across your fingers with a low grunt.
you help cyno ride out his orgasm as more dreamy, lust-driven sounds fall from his lips—one of his hands squeezing at your thigh to keep himself steady as his almost embarrassed gaze avoids yours, despite the way his cock is still throbbing against your palm. his hips tremble on a thrusts before he’s hissing from overstimulation and wrapping his fingers around your wrist.
“haitham,” your voice sings, “are you jealous?” you elbow alhaitham’s side, poking his cheek and quirking your brows as an amused grin tugs at your lips. he only grunts, flipping a page of his book without sparing you a glance and pretending that he doesn’t hear you. “i know you heard me,” you pester, “you are jealous, huh?”
“i have nothing to be jealous of,” he says matter of factly, and though you can’t bring yourself to believe him, you have to admire his persistence even if a little.
alhaitham is not jealous—it’s what he tells himself, at least.
jealousy is an irrational concept, especially when two people have mutually agreed they’re exclusive—which you both have done so already. it’s an ugly emotion, it’s unbecoming of the loyalty you’ve pledged and the trust that exists between you both.
therefore, alhaitham is not jealous.
he simply thinks that logically speaking, the general mahamatra has no business standing that close to you when it’s a well known fact you’re in a relationship. based on his observations (which are seldom wrong) making you laugh so easily should be near impossible—cyno’s jokes are about as dry as the desert sand itself. alhaitham thinks it must be a pity laugh. it has to be a pity laugh—cyno is not funny, not in the slightest. and the way your eyes twinkle as you talk to him is not fondness, it’s kindness—because you’re a genuine person, that’s all.
he watches you both talk for one second, then two, and then he realizes he’s frowning. why is he frowning? there’s nothing to be jealous of when cyno is involved, the rational part of alhaitham’s mind knows this.
alhaitham is taller, a lot more muscular, he’s the (acting) grand sage—and though he hates the position, it’s evidently popular amongst the ladies. he’s smarter, and though neither him nor cyno are very social, he likes to think he’s better at analyzing people’s emotional responses and understanding human behavior. and besides that, alhaitham knows your favorite coffee order and where your favorite spot for lunch is. he knows the crinkle of your nose means you have more to say but you’re biting your tongue. he knows you laugh behind your hand because sometimes you get shy about your smile.
he knows more about you than cyno could ever imagine exists. logically speaking, alhaitham understands you far better than cyno, and he should be the optimal choice. there’s not anything to worry about, nothing that should concern him in regards to his (very stable) relationship with you. but then he remembers the way you laughed at something cyno said, the way the general mahamtra looked at you in surprise before letting his gaze soften with a tiny smile.
he grits his jaw and closes his book.
“cyno doesn’t know you as well as i do,” he starts, making you blink before you nod slowly.
“yes, that’s true,” you ponder, “i suppose he doesn’t. you’ve known me for quite some time now—”
“cyno wouldn’t have as much time for you with all his duties. i, on the other hand, leave work as soon as the clock hits five pm.”
“that’s true, you do have a tendency to leave even if they need you to stay—”
“cyno’s position as general mahamatra makes him the target of a lot of angry and dangerous people, which could prove unsafe for you too,” alhaitham continues, cutting you off.
you frown, crinkling your brows in confusion, and you have to wonder—where is he going with all of this?
“well, yeah, sure. but just so you know, i’m not weak. i can take care of myself—”
“i never said you weren’t capable,” he says instantly, “but the optimal choice for who to date would be me—which you made the right choice, of course. congratulations.”
you snort, giving him a side eye that makes him raise a brow.
“you’re hopeless, haitham,” you giggle.
“and why is that? i’ve supplied more than enough evidence why—”
and then you cut him off with a kiss. it’s a gentle kiss, a slow one where you cup his cheeks, rub the soft skin in delicate circles with your thumb, cradle the back of his head and hold him close as you linger and let him steal a taste of you while you steal one of him too.
alhaitham pulls away in a daze, the book in his hand falling to his lap without the page marked before he can even realize it, long forgotten as you press your forehead to his.
“only you would give me evidence why i should choose you,” you say, clearly amused.
“technically, it’s not evidence why you should choose me if you already did,” he retorts.
and he’s right—you have already chosen him, and you can’t say you regret it. sure, alhaitham is hard to read and nearly impossible to predict. just when you think you have him figured out, he surprises you in more ways than one. he’s too smart for his own good, and his impressive (and sometimes irritating) ability to come up with a rebuttal to everything has moments that make you want to peel your own skin off. he’s blunt and sometimes dry and it drives you up a wall that he answers you with that know-it-all attitude of his.
he never lets a single emotion sway his decisions, and you often whine over every minor inconvenience. he reads books in his free time while you look for something to watch on tv. he rarely wants to leave the house, yet you always have somewhere you want to explore or a new place you want to try. logically speaking, it shouldn’t work, but it does—and cyno will not disrupt the routine that is you, the routine that has so naturally knit itself into his life, for even one moment.
especially not with those bland jokes of his that don’t even have a proper punchline.
“just because you have an answer for everything doesn’t mean you need to give it,” you huff, “and i’m right this time. you are jealous.”
“like i said,” he shrugs, “i’m not jealous.”
“oh yeah? so if the general mahamatra requested my help for another investigation, then you wouldn’t—”
“the general mahamatra has made it this far without your help,” alhaitham says dryly, and if you look close enough, you might just make out the beginnings of a pout at the edges of his lips.
you laugh, scratching gently at his scalp as your fingers thread into his hair. “why else are you better for me?” you hum, cupping his cheek and kissing the corner of his mouth.
now that—that’s a question alhaitham will always have endless answers too. he relaxes, closes his eyes and lets you kiss along his jaw slowly as his hands find purchase of your waist.
“we’d be here all day,” he mumbles, “it’s a lengthy answer.”
“i got time,” you wriggle your brows. he chuckles—and when you laugh too, the sound of your voice in perfect harmony with the sound of his, he thinks he’s found yet another reason why.
“cyno doesn’t know you sing in the shower when you think you’re home alone,” he smirks, rubbing your hips up and down as you gape at him.
“what do you mean—”
“and he doesn’t know your favorite orders or the way you like your coffee. overall, the best option for you is me,” he nods, fighting back a chuckle when you roll your eyes.
“you sure put a lot of thought into this,” you mutter.
“of course,” he shrugs, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. and perhaps it is—there’s a sense of rationality he loses when you’re around, a sense of rawness, a sense of something dangerously close to hope. “i spend a lot of time thinking about you,” he adds softly.
your face softens, and your eyes twinkle in a way that they certainly did not when cyno was around—and he suspects it’s from a lot more than just a bit of kindness.
“you sure you’re not jealous?”
“no,” he grins, “i’m very sure i’m right.”
“for once,” you kiss the corner of his mouth, watching it twitch as he stares at your lips and fights the urge to chase after them, “i’ll have to admit you’re right.”
wait wait wait but college xiao. college xiao who only focuses on school. college xiao who never needs a partner and refuses to cooperate so it doesn’t mess up his grade. college xiao who sends the text first for you to meet up for your group project. college xiao who mostly definitely has your face pressed into the book case, sweatpants low while he teaches you a new lesson 🤤
college student! xiao + implied pervert! xiao + hard dom! xiao + tension + fucking in his dorm room + backshots + dubcon + creampie + snarky praise + slight degradation + brief breathplay + f! reader
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there wasn't many things that rendered xiao speechless, and it was infuriating that you were the sole reason for every single time his tongue felt heavy and an unfamiliar burn traveled across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
it wasn't unreasonable to think he had a crush- anyone with working eyes could surmise that. but xiao was also very good at lying to himself, and so you ultimately became his undoing.
and it was not even on purpose, you hadn't done much but be in his public speaking class- sitting real pretty and right next to him, giving him small smiles when you two had to talk about whatever project that was coming up, leaving him with an erratic heart beat and sweaty palms.
it was uncomfortable, having weaseled his way throughout every one of his classes where partnership was needed with alternative projects always worked- but this teacher wasn't budging and not willing to sacrifice his academic standing, xiao buckled down. swallowing his pride and anxiety, with trembling fingers he sent you a text- asking if it was okay for you to meet up with him after class; if it was okay to meet up in his dorm.
the only thing pushing him along to reach out to you was the sole image of you in his space, where he was comfortable- surrounded by his things, selfish and hoping to impress you even if it wasn't much. maybe it was the fact that he would get to keep you for himself for a couple hours, unable to curb a lingering need to have you, wondering how you could slowly unravel every emotion he kept locked down with a closed fist.
once the bubble of your text message pops up mere seconds after he hit send- xiao nearly flings it onto his bed, blinking through the words that you've typed, surprised that you'd be coming over near immediately. the slow buildup of inadvertent frustration slowly boiling over.
the message was sudden, but now waiting for you felt eternal; xiao reduced to a pacing and palms-sweaty mess. he could chalk it up to having another person in his dorm room was the reason for him acting like this- but already having denied his feelings towards you, he wasn’t willing to fight himself anymore.
you came to him with nothing but that smile he’s been dreaming of- stance suggesting that there was an air of trepidation, something heavy lingering between the two of you now that you’d found yourself standing at the threshold of his living space.
this image was something he only conjured up in his dreams- after class when the smell of you still lingered, the image he conjured when his hand had shoved his pants down to his thighs and he fucked his fist to you over and over, cumming all over the comforter you’ve made yourself comfortable on while he turned on his pc.
“i don’t think it’ll take us long.” he murmured- still turned from you, typing the header, meshing both your name and his on the file, just that setting an uneven thumping of his heart.
“do you have any ideas?” xiao asked, finally straightening himself up to look at you- eyes golden and near all consuming staring right at your own.
words that would have tumbled freely were caught somewhere midway up your throat- suddenly shy with no reason to be, you’d known him for as long as you’d taken that class, sat right next to him; but this was something else.
the sweats hanging low on his hips- white band of his underwear making themselves known with any movement of his torso, sweater oversized on his body and hair you could only assume had been ruffled with his fingers prior made him look too good.
“n-not really, no.” you nearly croaked- trying hard to keep yourself from dumbly clenching your thighs together while he had perfect view of you.
“no?” xiao questioned- surprised, “you’re a smart girl. this has you stumped?”
there was nothing that could prepare you to the sound of his lowly voice giving you praise- indirect and a throw away compliment ruining your panties in such a shameful way, flustered still you lifted your shoulders up, shrugging shyly at his question.
and xiao couldn’t believe it, eyes squinting at the way your fingers twirled over and over on themselves against your thighs, thighs he could barely let himself look at; seeing you press your pretty legs together, squishing closed before relaxing once more.
his cock responded in interest the second he realized you were clenching, dick twitching in response. shame would normally roll hotly down his body when he saw your eyes dart downward, looking at the spot he knew his cock just jumped at- but that wasn’t the same burning heat making its home inside of him.
he wanted you, from the first time you sat next to him during class if he was honest- and now the temptation of reaching out, of poking and prodding to see if you wanted him in the same way was too great.
"it's alright." he breathed, sighing in feigned indifference- bringing a hand up to his hair, brushing back multicolored bangs from his face.
"come and set your bag down, looks like we'll be at this for a while then."
he said it, but made no indication of moving from the spot at his desk- looking at him with your eyebrows raised, waiting for him to give you space.
but he never did, giving you seconds of dumb staring before once again beckoning you over, making it clear that he wanted you right next to him, right in the space of his small dorm pressed against you.
"come." and with already weak knees you listened to the low growl of his voice- one that didn't much match his stature and build, but matched his attitude in leagues.
you made it in a couple steps, trembling while hands set down your book bag- feeling the pressure of him standing pressed against you slowly closing in before his hand reached to touch.
fingers strong and certain in their path wrapping around your wrist as your hand let go of the bag, sloppily placing it on the space of his desk. head turning to look at him, still uncertain of just how close you were to him until the warmth of his breath graced along the outer shell of your ear-
"you listen well." xiao murmured, near purring into your shoulder- hip pushing your own against the edge of his desk, bumping you parallel; slotting himself so easy behind your form, so fast his actions left you gasping, unable to think of anything other than him and how good it all felt.
being perceptive was something he was gifted with, staying quiet and just watch was what he preferred but he couldn't just let you sit pretty, couldn't let you go wanting and with the way you had been clenching your thighs- eyes looking at him like you wanted something?
he thought it was all the invitation needed, purring while you squeaked- shaking against him, same thighs that had given him the invitation to something more slowly opening in their stance.
pressing himself further in and you closer down into his desk, barely lifting himself up to let you talk now.
"is this what you wanted?" he asks, cock heavy and straining against his sweat pants with the heat of your ass nestling it so well- breathing heavy, heart thrumming so hard he could see it in his vision while he looked down at the curve of your back.
"i could see you sitting there- nearly humping my bed. tell me, what's got you riled up, pretty?" he huffed, nearly laughing at the desperate attempt of yours to push back against him, only to be met with strength, hips not budging one bit.
hands coming down to lay flat against his desk, wondering how he had you pinned down in such a humiliating position so fast, tongue heavy and words jumbled in your head you couldn't respond back in the way he wanted you to.
it wasn't good enough for you to beg like this, still wordless and quiet except for select whines- he was going to have you tell him, wanted to hear you agree and indulge in the things he did to your image everyday after class. wanted to not be the only one left horny and desperate.
"no- i said tell me." he nearly barked- stern in what he asked of you, showing that this wasn't a game, wanted to be taken seriously and with swift movements, his palm met the middle of your upper back, keeping you squished down further.
"you! it was you- xiao, please." you cried, strained and muffled- whimpered words between gasps as the first sound of you speaking prompted him to move, letting you know you did good.
"yeah? because of me hm?" he questioned lowly, hand smoothing down the front of his hoodie to reach his waistband, wanting to tell you how he had only dreamed of keeping you like this.
not knowing if this was real, wanting to believe the sight of your ass propped up and his cock now resting along the clothed curve of it was actually happening, angry red and swollen cockhead drooling all over your clothes while he moved his hand back to you- grateful that the clothes you wore made it easy for him to pull down, hooking fingertips into your waistband teasingly; giving you full reign of the situation then, stuttering movements giving you room to stop it all if that what you wanted, but it wasn't and with a shaky reach of your own fingers reaching back to tug the bottoms you wore down he knew it was good to continue.
it was enough for you to tug them down, and with the urge to keep you pretty and complacent he swiftly removed your hands from yourself- cooing laced in a teasing lilt before he reached for your throbbing cunt, thumb swiping up the mound presented to him.
dripping wasn't enough to describe you, you were drooling for him, horny and so willing he knew that sliding his cock inside would be so easy- too pent up to tease any longer he circled his fingers around himself and with a swipe and tap let his head find home.
hoodie tugged up mid stomach, he watched it all happen- eager eyes taking in how your puffy lips stretched around the widest part of his throbbing head, sucking him in once the crown slipped inside; watching at the way your head picked up and off his desk, squirming so badly he thought of returning a palm to your back to keep you down before you gave in, knees knocking together with the first push- wondering how long it would be until his hips pressed against your ass once more, cock bigger than expected.
"that's good-" he groaned, head pitching forward, not caring about the bangs tickling his cheek while he arched forward, his own legs shaking at how tight and wet you were- the heat nearly too much.
"fuck, its so good." xiao coughed out, clenching his teeth, reaching to grab at your top- thumb finding the hem of it, and slowly bringing his finger tips up into the neckline, bunching it in his fist and using it to bring you forward onto him, sealing his dick into your pretty cunt.
he didn't know he was this talkative- balls deep in the person he'd been fantasizing day in and day out, watching with the first pull out of his dick; vision spotty at the sight of his cock wet and nearly dripping.
"please!" you mewled, exhaling finally- clipped words all you could manage, any ability to form coherent sentences stolen from you, trying to find rhythm when he began thrusting, finding it easier to just lay there- indulging in the unspoken way he was taking care of you.
every touch of his rough but soothing your involuntary twitching- huffing out heavy words of praise mixed in with snarky compliments, telling you easy how pretty you looked, how sinful your cunt was, how easy you were.
eyes cross by the time he picked up pace frantically, balls tensing, already feeling so full- ready to empty everything he had for you, but needing you there with him.
once more he leaned in, mouth close by your ear like when it all started, his other unoccupied hand reaching to hold your throat- letting you know he was there.
"wanna come with me? c'mon- wanna give it to you." xiao keened, squeezing the sides of your throat, lips tenderly brushing over your cheek every time he could, every time his hips met your own, jolting you forward more and more.
he could nearly hear you drip down onto the floor, a high whine shaky and sweet leaving in response to his words and still pistoning cock, open hand slapping down onto the desk desperately before bunching up into a shaky fist, coughing out a-
"cumming! 'm cumming- xiao, im cumming." the first clear utter of his name sending tingles right down the base of his spine; air sucking out of his lungs with your clenching pussy, warmth like he's never known ruining the grey of his sweats while you came so sweet.
and just like he promised- he followed, no longer giving you long thrusts, settling for desperate humps of his cock, barely able to slide out more than a couple inches with the vice of you wrapped tight; balls bumping into your twitching clit so good that it was nearly too much.
swelling and constricting with each spurt of cum, his shoulders shook, eyes squeezed tights- pretty lashes sweeping along his cheeks while he stood, sheathed all the way. trying to regain his sanity and grow accustomed to the feeling of his thick and heavy cum painting your pussy and his cock.
letting himself indulge in it before letting your shirt go, awkward hands turned gentle with their movements to sooth your shaking body.
it was all sweaty and sticky, his own hoodie felt heavy and too much on him but he could ignore that for now- choosing to attend to you, touching your body in all the ways that now seemed to come natural and make sense, no longer clouded by lust and thoughts far from pure and normal.
"you did good-" xiao cooed, wincing at the way his cock softened, letting the heavy load he'd given you spill past your puffy lips- swallowing heavy in attempt to keep himself back under control, the control you were so good at crumbling down.
"pretty girl." he stated, only saying the obvious- watching with golden eyes at the way you pressed your cheek against the desk, tired and worn out- a happy smile reaching your lips.
"mm, am i?" you wondered, knowing what you did to him- happy that he finally picked up all the temptations you'd laid out before him.
"yeah, you are. real pretty." xiao repeated, beckoning for you to stand, wanting nothing more than to hold your body in his bed- surrounded by his things.
knowing the paper could wait until you two wanted to come back to it- you were a smart girl after all.
♱ warnings — f!reader, some steamy morning scenes, some somno in childe’s, cunninglingus. / note. i cant get this out of my mind i wrote this while i was going crazy so i’m sorry if it’s horrible <3
・✶ ｡ﾟKAEDEHARA KAZUHA
the air in the bedroom is thick as you let yourself be wrapped in kazuha’s warmth, you’re not sure how long you both have been awake — bodies moving seamlessly together as your pussy grinds against his clothed cock. the tight press of your skin against his feels like fucking silk as he gasps, throbs against the wet patch that’s quickly forming in your panties.
“hah—i hope you slept well, my love.” he drawls, dreamy and low and it only seems to urge you to melt into him as his movements slow to long, languid rocks into you. his hands are tight where they rest against your waist, one of your thighs hooked over his hips as his chest presses against yours.
“waking up like this is even better.” you gasp as the pleasure swirls and warms your skin with every eager rut of kazuha’s cock into you. you can almost feel every sensitive ridge and vein of his cock with how close he feels, paired with gentle presses of his lips against your cheeks as he pants against you.
it was almost too easy to get lost in your moments like this, feeling him fan the flames of your orgasm with every thrust of his cock, every deliberate press of the shaft into your clit as he drags you along the length of him.
it’s sudden the way your orgasm hits you, but it’s so hard and good that you can’t help but fall forward to curl into his chest — letting kazuha control your movements as he draws out your pleasure while he quickly digs out his own. he finally cums with a dreamy gasp, cumming thick and pretty into his underwear as his grinds slow and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.
but you’re even comfier now in the aftermath of your tingling pleasure, and it doesn’t help how soothing it is when you feel his fingers smooth up the length of your spine, followed by a few more smeared kisses along your features before he sighs.
“i think you sound prettier than any birdsong i’ve ever heard at daybreak, my love. wont you stay with me a little longer?”
・✶ ｡ﾟDILUC RAGNVINDR
you can tell diluc’s awake with the way his arms rest tight around your waist — keeping your back flushed tight against his chest before he’s burying his first kiss of the day into the back of your head with a sleepy sort of groan.
it was almost like a sort of routine, he’d give you a wordless kiss good morning before he got up to attend to his duties — making sure to coax you awake with his next before he leaves the house, asking you how you slept as his hand rests against your cheek.
but today was different, because you were awake and needy and diluc was still here, and you couldn’t let him go just yet. “are you awake?” you exhale, cheeky when it’s accompanied by a languid grind of your hips back into his — just enough for your skin to graze along the semi-hard cock in his boxers as his hands twitch tight in your skin.
“mmh, uh—you’re up early.” diluc grunts as you continue your needy little thrusts into him, and he’s so entranced by you that it’s almost instinct the way he meets them with eager ones of his own.
“i know.. i don’t want you to go yet.” you gasp out as his large palms explore the curves of your body — taking a slow handful of your breast as you pull your panties to the side and urge him closer. it’s charming, the way you feel him fumble with his waist band before you feel the hard press of his cock between your thighs, followed by a low grunt when it finally grazes along your already slick folds.
you’re both already breathing deep as diluc let’s the blunt head split through your folds, pressing a kiss along the side of your throat when it catches under the hood of your clit and you twitch. his huge body looms over you when the next draw back of his hips makes his press against the twitching entrance of your cunt, followed by a shaky exhale when he begins to finally sink into you.
“oh, well i can always spare some e-extra time for you.”
・✶ ｡ﾟCHILDE / TARTAGLIA
it’s early, you think as you wake up to the still dark sky outside of your window. your mind is still a little hazed, thick with sleep and the room is barely visible with the dim lighting, but you’re still able to feel the first shocking slurp against your cunt as the sudden pleasure makes you jolt.
“oh? finally awake, you kept me waiting.” childe goads from where he is now, underneath the comforter that rests along your body as he rests your thighs along his shoulders — eager and burying himself in the intimate skin between your thighs.
“ajax?” you ask, drowsy but you’re still quick to find him when his next hum is mumbled against your cunt, sending a pleasurable vibration through your body until your back is arching against the mattress. your fingers twist in his hair as you grind up to meet every messy movement of his tongue, letting him bathe you in needy swirls of the wet muscle.
you don’t know if it’s the sleep that still clouds your system that’s made you more sensitive, or if childe’s been palming at your body for a while as you hear him slurp and smack at the slick between your thighs. his large palms grip tight at your hips and he’s almost dragging you along his mouth as he drinks up everything you offer him.
you feel his tongue press deeper into your pussy as your hands reach to fist at the roots of his hair, making him moan against you with the sting that makes his cock throb against the mattress.
childe’s already got you so fucking close, you can feel your orgasm burst and warm across your thighs with every mindless roll of his tongue along your walls — twitching tight around the muscle as his nose grinds against your clit. you’re panting and pliant above him already and he loves nothing more than starting his days like this.
you hear him growl with every smack of his lips against you, swallowing loudly as he slurps at your slick, curling his tongue at the entrance of your cunt before he’s trailing it higher and bathing your clit in strong licks. but just as you begin to melt into the cushions, you jump when his palm comes down heavy against your thigh.
“come on now, don’t hold back on me.”
・✶ ｡ﾟALHAITHAM
it was unusual for you to wake up before alhaitham, normally he’s coaxing you from your rest but today it seems like the scribe needed a few extra minutes himself. so you let yourself be the one to wake him this time as you turn around in his hold to face him, fingertips leaving featherlight touches across the toned muscle of his bicep.
“haitham.. wake up.” you exhale as your fingers trail higher, following the curves of the muscles across his shoulders and chest until his brows scrunch at the sensation. his eyes move slightly underneath his eyelids before he’s squinting at you with a grunt and pulling you against his chest, chin resting on top of your head with his next exhale.
but with the new closer proximity, it only lets you feel the way alhaitham’s heavy cock is straining against the fabric of his boxer shorts, pressed tight against your skin as you grind yourself closer — suddenly desperate to feel more.
“seems one of you is awake.” you joke, tease as you poke your finger into the scribe’s sides until he’s jolting — mumbling drowsy complaints under his breath before he’s squeezing his arms around you tighter.
“hah. very funny, it’s a natural occurrence.” alhaitham’s voice is still deep with sleep but the sound only seems to make the desire that twists in your abdomen feel thicker, although you still manage to reply quickly given his adorable drowsy state. “oh? and there i thought you had a crush on me.”
he snorts at that one, like you haven’t been together long enough for you to be living together, but despite you’re teasing you still help him pull down your panties when you feel his hands rest against your lower back.
alhaitham groans when he feels you pull away slightly to push your hands down the front of his waistband, taking a slow handful of his cock followed by a few languid strokes that have his breathing stuttering. you feel his large palm hook underneath your thigh before he’s pulling it over his hips, grumbling against your temple before he presses a kiss against the skin.
“hm, maybe i should teach you how to sit still when you sleep, sweetheart? then we could avoid these sort of problems.”
・✶ ｡ﾟKAMISATO AYATO
it always felt nice to wake up next to ayato, it was the serene but intimate moments that you actually got to have him all to yourself before he leaves to attend to his usual duties. he wakes you gently, with soft press of his lips along the dip of your shoulder as his chest presses tight against your back — coaxing you out of your drowsy haze and deeper into him.
“sleep well?” he breathes, his tone low and ragged and you can tell he hasn’t been awake long with the rough undercurrent it still carries. but it seems part of him has, when you feel the press of his cock against the swell of your ass as he pulls you closer.
“i guess since you’re so comfortable, did you?” you tease as you feel ayato breath out a laugh along the sensitive spots in your neck, before you’re helping him pull your panties to the side as he palms at your thighs to spread you wider. his fingers trace along your intimate skin to rub your clit lightly with two — followed by another press of his lips before he draws back.
“ofcourse i did, you’re with me afterall.” his voice is a low hum as he lines his cock up before pushing into you, you’re barely prepped but the pleasurable sting only makes you draw nearer as his words break into something breathier, prettier.
“don’t want you to go..” you hum as ayato’s cock grazes along the spot inside of you that have you grinding back into him — pushing his cock deeper into the saccharine squeeze of your pussy. it’s only a few seconds before his hips are tight against yours and hes drawing them back to begin a pace, followed by a soft chuckle that he buries into your skin.
“you know how i hate leaving you, sweetheart. i’ll have breakfast—hnghhh, prepared for you at once.”
fem! reader, scara and nahida would act like siblings change my mind, includes sumeru archon quest spoilers!
“would you mind telling me more about [name]?”
scaramouche had to make sure he was hearing things correctly.
“excuse me?”
“[name]. i want to know more about her.”
the tiny god of wisdom gently rocks back and forth on her makeshift swing created by her control over dendro—watching over the city of sumeru with soft eyes whilst the former harbinger stares daggers onto her back of her head.
a sigh escapes the man's lips from behind her, a telltale sign of his incoming exasperation, “you read my mind without my permission again? i remember clearly telling you to cut it out, didn't i?” his annoyance doesn't come unnoticed by the observant child.
“it was quite improper of me to do so, but i'm the god of wisdom. i actively seek out knowledge, and such—i couldn't resist the temptation of peering onto a mind as eccentric as yours.” her tone remains understanding of his irritation, yet all the more wise in explaining her unwarranted prying.
the dark-haired male behind her hums, leaning back onto the tree as he shuts his eyes closed, seemingly given up on voicing his displeasure towards the archon.
“tell me what you know so i'll know where to start.”
his immediate compliance makes the curious child turn her head his way, staring at him with wide eyes.
“you...” nahida trails off as she smiles in relief, quickly reminding herself to not comment on his chosen act of opening up as he might get impatient and dismiss the subject altogether.
the distant chatter of her people down at the city successfully averts her attention from him, her eyes now gazing down at a certain blonde traveller stopping by to buy some supplies for their next adventure.
“you were dreaming of her during your slumber. she's...the fourth betrayal you encountered, correct?” nahida knows that you were anything but a betrayal, but she has to bend her words to his whims for now as to avoid a temper tantrum.
scaramouche hums in response.
“out of all the companions you've trusted, you seemed to cling onto your memories of her the most. why is that?”
“if you've read my mind, then i'm sure you already know why.”
“you're not gonna deny it?” the lesser lord cranes her neck to look at him over her shoulder, brows raised questioningly at his statement. “that you were in love, romantically?” she had carefully formed the question to give him the freedom of denying it just in case he wasn't ready to face his past just yet, but this situation was clearly something she didn't expect.
the male remains resting against the tree behind him, uncaring of the child's rather surprised gaze as his eyes stay shut. “if there's one thing you taught me while being under your care, it has to be acceptance.” he feels his anemo vision thrum to life by his chest, but he pays no mind to it as he continues, “i have nothing to lose now, so I might as well stop lying to myself to give my existence some type of meaning.”
nahida can't help the softening of her eyes towards the male, her smile widening by a fraction before she returns her gaze towards the city below her. if anything, that's probably his way of thanking her. it's a pretty roundabout way considering the better alternatives, but it managed to get the message across, didn't it?
she sighs in content, “that's essentially all I know about her. once again, would you mind telling me how she was like?”
you would probably pass out if you found out that the god of wisdom wishes to know more about you.
the ends of his lips twitch upwards for a moment as he thinks back on the memories he held dearly of you;
ranging from the embarrassing and funny moments you two shared like that one time you accidentally mistook him as a girl due to how graceful and fair his skin and face was, or up to the more intimate moments—like watching the narukami festival unfold along with its blooming fireworks from the mountain peaks of tatarasuna...
...and that one time he finally let your desires free and bared himself for you to touch—his first time.
he feels his cheeks burn at the thought, crossing his arms with a huff as if to breathe out the sinful thoughts.
now that he was free from the shackles of burdens and hatred, everything he experienced with you no longer seemed to be as bitter and disgusting to recall—unlike the times before where he'd have occasional dreams of you back in the fatui, the pettiness in his nerves as he calls it a nightmare that reminds him of how naïve and weak he was back then.
he returns to the matter at hand with a new sense of clarity—now what was he supposed to say again?
right. he was supposed to tell nahida about you.
he can't believe he's still blushing over you after all these centuries.
lifting his eyelids, the first thing he catches in his eyesight was nahida's knowing smile—directed right at him as she stays still on her swing.
why is she—?
oh.
making haste with his movements, he quickly lifts his hand to pull down his hat over his face, only to discover he wasn't wearing his hat at the moment—so pathetically enough, he opts to cover his face with a hand, shyly hiding his face from the grinning archon as he looks away with reddened cheeks and ears.
he got too carried away while reminiscing, it seems.
“i see...so you're still very much in love with her, hm?” nahida speaks up with a teasing tilt to her voice, relishing in this rare moment of the male's lowered guard, “not like i blame you. she was really pretty in your dreams, and probably even prettier in person.”
“shut up. do you want me to continue or not?”
with a quick apology amidst her fit of giggles, she nods, looking away once again from the eccentric wanderer to give him the privacy he deserves.
“sorry, sorry. now you may start.”
her curiousity is piqued. just how much of an impact did you make to cause the male to make such interesting reactions?
♱ warnings — creampies, f!reader, teasing, exhibitionism in al-haithams since it’s in an office, kind of teasing in tighnari’s & mention of edging. / note. hewo !!! i’ve missed hcs but i’ll be back w more now thankfully ;> pls enjoy <3
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・✶ ｡ﾟDILUC RAGNVINDR
diluc’s need to fill you up was carnal at times, feeling his thick cock throb from where hes sinking into you as your body jolts beneath him with every wet, heavy connection of his hips. he couldn’t help himself, not when the sight of you folded in half beneath him was so pretty because he knows that seeing your pretty pussy filled with his cum will make you even prettier. “archons—you feel s-so good, sweetheart.” he gasps, his voice trailing of into a groan as his heavy balls smack of your ass with each thrust, making your toes curl from where they rest.
“i need you, please fill me—ah! fill me up..” you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like diluc reaches, the blunt head of his cock effortlessly pressing up against your sensitive spots, making your hips twist beneath him as he fucks you into the mattress. “i know, i’ll take care of you.. i always do after all.” the pace of his thrusts grow faster with his words, like he’s fulfilling his promise as his grip on your skin turns bruising, and that’s all it takes for your orgasm to hit you after a few more deep pushes of his cock into you — hitting you so fast and good you feel like you can barely breathe beneath him.
“i’m.. you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart. you’ll b-be good and take all of it, won’t you?” diluc gasps before he moans, but he doesn’t hold back, not when you’re panting and gasping with each shockwave of bliss below him — the vibration of his groans echoing somewhere deep in his chest as his cock thickens inside of your soaked cunt. he only looks at you, so pretty beneath him as you gasp his name before he’s following you off that edge into bliss, cumming thick and heavy inside of you with an agonised groan as he grinds his cock into you. his primitive instincts take over while he continues to fuck into your messy, sensitive pussy until you’re both spent and a mixture of your cum is smeared along your thighs, following it with a few shallow thrusts to accommodate the thick rush of cum he unloads inside of your puffy walls. “i—ugh, i think that should be enough, although i don’t mind going another round.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ AL-HAITHAM
“oh? you’re basically begging me for it. aren’t you greedy.” al-haitham breathes from where he has you pressed against one of the back desks in the akademiya. every wet withdrawal of his hips is so fucking loud and each deep thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper as a moan of his name kicks from your throat. your desperate attempts at keeping quiet being fucked out of your mind with the way your body is crumbling under each of his thrusts, your orgasm already so close as you hear him chuckle breathlessly against your cheek.
“it seems you want to be caught. but tell me..” al-haitham starts when he pulls back to give you a hooded look, the corners of his lips twitching into a whisper of a smirk when he deliberately slows his pace to a grind, and lets his finger rest beneath your chin when he leans closer. “do you honestly think i’ll let anyone else see you like this?” “no, haitham.. only you.” you finally manage to respond, whispery and choked off, but you can’t deny the physical reaction you have to his words, your tight cunt baring down tight around him and you both gasp before his breaks off into a smug laugh, his pace stuttering as he curses roughly and follows it with a few teasing thrusts.
“oh yeah? then cum, nice and pretty.. just for me.” al-haitham grunts, scratchy and growly, letting his fingers trace along your sweat slicken skin to roll your puffy clit as he begins to pound into you, lighting sparks through your body and your nerves feel like they’re singing under his touch. you’re more than eager to give into him after a few more clapping thrusts, arching your back as you whine long and wordless for him. the hot rush of bliss and warmth settling over your skin when you cum, the fluttering press of your pussy throwing you into an orgasm so intense you see white behind your eyes. it doesn’t take long before he’s giving in to the needy coax of your cunt and spilling thick and hot inside of you, body curling over yours with a sharp groan—pinning you to the cool desk beneath you. “arent you obedient.. good girl.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA
it was intoxicating, the lazy mornings you spent in bed with kazuha — grinding back into the slow grind of his hips as his cock presses against the spots inside of you that make you melt into his chest. a whimper leaves you when you feel his head dip towards yours, his body leaning over you to smear a few kisses along the dip of your shoulder, working your hips to meet the encouraging pull of his hands from where they’re messaging your hips. the pace he’s sent isn’t fast but he works you with such precision it doesn’t matter, effortlessly sending you towards your orgasm despite it still being early.
“i think this the perfect way to wake up, don’t you?” kazuha tells you, his praise dripping through your rocking body and down your spine and it feels like he ignites something in you. he makes your insides curl and ache as your lips drop open to moan his name, and his own ragged breathing cools the spit over your ignited nerves from where he’s been mouthing at your skin. “don’t hold out on me..” his words are whispery and choked off and you know he’s close when he trembles on his next thrust, letting one of his hands trace between your thighs to roll your clit as he works your body closer.
“cum for me.. please.” he growls, his jaw clenching as he rubs your clit with two fingers and you grind back into his touch before you feel the blissful feeling of your orgasm rush through your veins, making his hips stutter and twitch as he spills inside of you a few moments later. you feel kazuha’s lips press against the back of your shoulder as a means to try and silence his needy, breathless whimpers of your name while he fucks his load into your puffy cunt. but he lets the aftermath of your tingling pleasure linger as he pulls you closer, his chest pressing tight against your back with the next kiss he places against your skin. “you are truly remarkable.”
・✶ ｡ﾟ TIGHNARI
“oh, you’ll let me fill you up wont you?” tighnari hums from where he’s pressing into you, fingertips twitching tighter into your hips with the way your pussy twitches around him at his words. “i wonder how much you can take, hm?” he’s been edging you for what feels like forever, deliberately pushing you closer to your orgasm before he’s slowing his pace with a huff and a “oh no, you didn’t think i was done already, did you?” but you can’t deny how much you love it, it’s evident in the way your body responds so well to him when he rewards you with a particularly sharp thrust, whimpering when it feels like you pull him even deeper.
“oh is it too much? i’m so sorry… but i know you can take more than that.” tighnari goads, deliberately feigning an apology when you send him an adorable little wet-eyed look that makes his ears twitch, followed by the needy throb of his cock from where it’s pressing inside of you. you gasp when he begins a suddenly quick pace, rutting into you as he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck and gives you what you’ve been so eager for as your orgasm approaches embarrassingly fast,
“that’s it.. g-god—“ you feel tighnari’s hips stutter and twitch underneath you at the greedy coax of your pussy before he spills inside of you, whimpering softly at the sweet sounds that pour past your lips as his tail shudders behind him. it only makes your own orgasm bleed through you so hard that you see white, and he allows your flexing walls to milk him as he fucks his creamy load into your sensitive cunt, his hips slowing while he mumbles and whimpers into the crook of your neck. “oh but you’re barely full.. how about we test those limitations, hm?”
・✶ ｡ﾟ XIAO
it was so intoxicating to tease xiao knowing how sensitive he was, for someone who would tend to keep people at an arms length — you felt something warm burst along your skin whenever he’d let you just a little closer, like now when you’re settled on his lap and gently bouncing yourself on his cock. but you couldn’t deny that the conquerer of demons was so pretty when he was like this, head resting back as he pants softly and a flush decorates his cheek bones — sharp eyes cutting into you as your arms rest around his neck.
“do you like this?” xiao breathes in earnest, his words whispery with the needy whimpers he’s trying so hard to swallow — not wanting you to know just how much you make him melt as his cock twitches deep inside of your pussy. you give him a sweet little uh huh before you adjust your knees and allow your pace to grow faster, sinking onto his cock so good that he can barely breathe as his toes curl from where they rest, his fingertips tightening from where they’re almost curling fists at your sides.
“s-slow down.” his words are hissed, but they hold no real ignorance with how good you know he feels right now — letting your eyes trace down to where xiao’s needily humping up into your pussy, meeting your thrusts with slow rolls until his thighs are quaking. “it..ughhh, i can’t hold back.” he groans, scratchy and breathless as bliss suddenly consumes him and he shudders from where he is below you, his body curling over yours as you continue to bounce on his lap — prolonging the pleasure that hits him so hard he feels weightless before he growls. “don’t stop, i’ll give you more.”
Can't help but imagine you as the first puppet ever made by Ei, not in the image of her sister, but simply to test the possibility of creating a living breathing one in the first place. The moment you worked, you were put aside and forgotten, having already served your purpose.
Can't help but imagine meeting Ei's second puppet, in near perfect condition, knowing that this was the creation that overshadowed your existence. You lived and were discarded for this innocent, porcelain doll. Naturally you can't help but hate him yet knew that your anger was misplaced; your creator is your enemy, and he too was thrown away by her own hands. Despite his existence being a mockery to your decaying one.
Can't help but imagine still hating him because he looks just like her, reminded of how worthless your life is everytime you looked at him. Yet despite your indifference, here he clings so tightly, so desperately for your attention. He does not know why you exist - but he knows what you are: not a God who will throw him away, not a human that will inevitably betray him; a puppet the same as him.
Can't help imagining a withering puppet filled with hatred against everything in the world, tailed by a spotless puppet still naive to most things but the feeling of betrayal and revenge in his empty chest. No matter how hard you try to shake him off, he steps after the sandy indents of your footprints, in silence just like you wanted.
Can't help imagining finally deciding your names, after your own mother had forgotten (not cared) to give you one.
"What about yours?" Your gaze slowly left the sakura tree still in the process of blooming to look at 'Kunikuzushi'. "Have you made up your mind?" His eyes betrayed his innocent curiousity.
Gazing into them betrayed the apathy he tried to mirror from you. His eyes were always so honest when looking at you.
"(Y/N)." He let it roll off his tongue in a deliberate manner, with such wonder and awe so child-like the first time you met. 'Kunikuzushi' dropped the facade and smiled freely this time. "It's amazing."
"Your strength will be beneficial to the Tsaritsa," the Harbinger exuding great power turns his head towards you, his steely gaze heavy enough to force you to bow your head so as to not meet his. "But this one..." Too weak, too broken, too chipped.
Kunikuzushi corrected with a growl of your name, arm gently circling around your form but gripping your forearm with a hand that would never let go. Assuring you he'll never let go. "They're with me. You take both of us or none at all."
You had always thought that the weak puppet would finally leave you alone after your various attempts of letting him know he was unwelcomed.
Yet Kunikuzushi's will is unbreakable, his stubbornness clearly human. You suppose you were the same, refusing to voice out your gratitude for the fact that he stayed.
But there were no need for words.
You closed your tired eyes as you felt a cold kiss on the hand he held.
"I will be here when you wake up," Scaramouche gently caressed your flaking hand. "In a perfect form you've always deserved."
「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ kaeya + somnophilia - you decide to help kaeya in his sleep a little
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♱ length ⋮ 1.4k words
♱ contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, somnophilia, dubious consent, dry humping, handjobs, unprotected sex (no prep), creampie, pet names (princess)
♱ notes ⋮ genshin has ruined my life i think.
you hear him before you feel him.
kaeya’s body rolls over to find yours in his sleep, the soft melody of his voice ringing in your ears in what you’re sure is a groan. at first, you’re worried it’s a nightmare—he’s prone to those sometimes, as much as he hides it.
but this is different. no, this has an air of neediness in his voice that you think you’d recognize anywhere. and then he presses against your back, the heat of his crotch finding your ass as he grinds his hips for friction. he’s still asleep, you realize, still slipped blissfully into unconsciousness as he lets out a quiet moan this time. it’s against the skin of your neck, making you’s shiver as you feel him press himself up against you.
“you,” you roll your eyes, “are simply too much.” it’s almost like he can hear you because there’s a low whine ripped from his lips as his breath comes out in soft pants. whatever he must be dreaming of, it must be good—especially if he calls out your name like that in a breathy cry.
it makes a small grin of satisfaction tug onto your face—even in slumber, he’s still entirely yours.
“m-more,” he mumbles in his sleep, hips rutting against you in desperate search of your familiar tightness, like the dissonance between his dreams and his reality are just a touch too tangible. you think you might just have to do something about it, turning slowly to face him.
he’s pretty—always has been, always making the breath catch in your throat as the contrast of tanned skin and blue hair fall along your gaze. he’s always been soft, cool lips and rough, warm hands against your own, always given too much and yet, not enough of himself all at once.
so you trail feather light kisses along his jaw, let your hand slowly wander down south to where he needs you as you enjoy the moment of full control with kaeya for once.
“sound so pretty,” you hum when he rasps a surprised grunt as your hand wraps around his hardened cock, “too bad you can’t hear yourself right now. you always love hearing yourself talk,” you snicker.
there’s affection in your words, deep and raw and soaked in devotion. love makes you dip knives with honey, you think, the sweetness dripping between the sliced skin, the pleasure mingling with the pain you know is soon to come.
your hand pumps his girth a few times, thumb swiping along the tip to collect the beads of leaking pre cum. he shudders, breathes out a whimper as you smear the wetness along his length and stroke him slowly. his hips buck, rolling up and into your fist as he chases the sweet pleasure you grant him, mirroring what he must be living in his fantasies.
“f-fuck,” he curses in a whispered moan, “ngh—‘s good.”
you can see the small cracks of his consciousness slip through, the way his hands fist the sheets, the way his nose crinkles and his mouth parts, the way his voice seems to get louder with every groan that sings from gus throat. and then his eyes blink open, slowly adjusting to the dark of the room while he gathers his surroundings.
he lets himself fall completely into your hands, arm falling limply over his eyes as he groans and fucks his fist up into your hand.
“my, princess,” he grins through labored pants, “rather impatient of you, don’t you think? have you fallen for my charms so—”
“always so talkative,” you scoff, “maybe you’re impatient—at least wake me up in the morning if you need it so badly.”
he has the audacity to chuckle before biting his lip as his eyes flutter shit when your thumb glides over his slit, squeezing your fist around his tip before your stroking down his length. the room is filled with the sound of his quick pants and the squelch of his cock fucking your fist, your hand slapping against his pelvis with each downstroke.
he close, you can tell—but then he stops you with a tight grip on your wrist and a strained groan as his jaw tightens from his impending orgasm dying down.
“what are you—” you don’t get a chance to finish before he’s rolling over you, swollen lips from biting pressing against yours in a hungry kiss. his hands roam along your body, tugging off the articles of clothing in his way as he moans into your mouth.
when the blunt head of his cock taps against your clit, his hips rolling softly for featherlight friction along your dripping entrance, your head falls against the plush of the pillow as you gift him with a whine.
“oh? would you look at that, you’re dripping,” he hums, “already so perfect and wet for me, don’t you think?”
“no teasing,” you huff, “i didn’t tease you.”
he chuckles, pressing a delicate kiss to your jaw before letting his head fall to your neck as he slowly pushes past your folds, splitting you open with his cock as he drags along your walls with his veins. he thick—angles into you to nudge against the spongy spot that makes you gasp, hands moving to cup the back of his head as you whimper.
“there is simply never enough of you,” he breathes, “so pretty, so perfect.”
kaeya, you’ve learned, is like the first drops of snow on the ground, the soft glaze over the grass that leaves your eyes wide and breath caught, the lingering cool breeze the kisses your skin and has you shivering, the ice that melts and drips along a steady stream. he’s soft to the touch under your warm palm, shards of ice melting under your blazing heat as he opens himself to you.
“k-kaeya,” you gasp softly, feel his tip grazing along your sweet spot, his navel rubbing against your clit with every roll of his hips, his skin slapping against yours as you lose yourself to the drag of his cock along your dripping walls.
it’s a mess—there’s a mixture of your slick and his pre cum pooling between you both as it costs your skin, but you tug him closer, let your fingers wrap loosely around his tousled strands of hair as you tug.
“so tight,” he moans, “feels good, princess?” his voice is slurred against your neck, low groans brushing against your skin and making your shudder against his hold as you nod furiously, mewling when he angles his hips just perfectly. he drills his hips into you, bullying the thick stretch of his length in and out of your abused cunt with sloppy rhythm.
“yes,” you whimper, “yes, yes—so good. ‘m gonna cum, please.”
“then cum,” he growls simply, sucking on the skin of your neck as his thumb finds your clit and rolls harsh circles into the sensitive nub. as if on command, you shatter, clutching onto him tightly as your back arches off the mattress.
you cum with a broken wail, choking on his name as kaeya fucks you through your high. he’s groaning loud and low into your neck as your right walls spasm around his aching cock, and he’s close—you can tell from the way his hips are sloppy and grinding into you, from the way his arms are almost shaking to hold himself up right. with one, two, three more thrusts of his hips against you, he chokes on his own cry of your name, head digging deeper into the crook of your neck as his orgasm crashes over him.
you can feel the thick, hot ropes of cum filling you up with each twitch of his cock, spilling down your thighs as he slips in and out of your cunt and fucks you full. your thighs quake from the sensitivity, and with the last few roll of his hips, he slumps over your body, pressing his dampened skin against yours as he blankets you with his weight.
“do you want to tell me about your dreams,” you hum as you catch your breath, teasing lilt in your tone as you tangle your fingers into his sweaty hair gently.
“why discuss them when we can recreate them,” he throws you a grin—and it’s charming, a little mischievous, completely in love as he presses a kiss to your lips before hovering over you once more.
・✶ ｡ﾟ kaeya thinks you look even better when he’s the only thing left in your pretty little head.
♱ warnings — dumbification. f!reader, previous creampies, overstimulation, kaeya is still a tease . he’s so hot but i have never written him b4 so sorry in advance !
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the room feels sticky from where you’re pressed beneath kaeya, feeling him rock his hips into yours as his cock pushes against the swollen spots that almost feel bruised with how much attention he’s been giving them.
you can barely breathe, your mind is so thick and hazed with pleasure and you lost the ability to say anything that wasn’t kaeya or so good a few orgasms ago. but even as you blink away the tears that gather along your lashes, you can still make out the wicked, teasing grin the cavalry captain sends you from under his bangs.
“oh already? that is a pity, because i’m nowhere done with you yet.” oh but kaeya knows you’ve got more in there for him, he loves you dumb and pliant on his cock — pouty lips and choked moans against his own when he kisses you breathless.
so he grinds his cock deeper into you, feeling your walls still quiver and twitch around him and knows you’re just as greedy for another release as he is to dig one out of you. every draw back of his hips only making you squeeze tighter, like you’re missing the loss and so desperate to lure him back inside.
it was undeniable, the precision he worked your body with and the way he knew you best — it’s like you were moulded to him, your walls fitting so perfectly around his shape, he’d deliberately ruined you for anyone else but him. “what’s wrong? you can barely form words, is it too much?”
not that you mind when you feel his fingers squeeze into your hips before he’s fucking into you with back and forth stutters of his hips and low groans.
“hmm, it seems i have my hands full with you, princess. but i wonder how much longer you’ll last, you’re still so greedy for it after all.” despite his teasing, kaeya’s just as fucked out as you are — the head of his cock hot and sensitive with how much cum your walls have already milked from him, and his body almost quakes with every thrust into your silky cunt.
but then you’re sending him a pretty look through the tears that smear down your cheeks and he can’t help but curl himself over you to grind his pelvis against your clit — breathing hard as he grits out praise while he presses kisses against your pouty lips. “oh, don’t give me that cute look. it only makes me want you more, i’m going to be the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours.”
but kaeya doesn’t give you a moment of relief to try and get a grip on your sanity before his pace picks up, the sudden force of his hips making your body clap against his and you feel the dizzy spin of the room overwhelming you once more as your eyes close in bliss.
his pace only grows faster, rougher, more eager and messy as he loses himself in the needy pull of your body—taking a slow, ragged breath as he sinks deep into your doughy cunt. your walls clenching around him tighter as you push back into his thrusts and he curses roughly when his pace stutters, the overstimulation making his grunts take a tone that’s a little higher, needier.
“oh my, i knew you weren’t done. were you—mmmf, trying to trick me, princess? how long will you last this time i wonder.” kaeya groans, every slam of his hips growing even more aggressive and hard the closer you come to your next end as he all but bounces his hips into yours, slowing to a grind when he feels you getting close as your fingers tremble where they drag along his shoulders.
you’re so sensitive already, so wound up and dumb that it doesn’t take long until you’re all but melting underneath him, your lips parting to cry his name into the room as you cum, your pussy bearing down unbearably tight on his sensitive cock until he’s giving into you.
you feel kaeya almost crumble over you as his chest presses tight against your own with a surprised, smooth grunt — feeling him sink his sharp teeth into the dip of your shoulder as he groans against the skin and spills into you for the nth time.
his hips press flush against your own and every grind of the blunt head of his cock almost makes you drool as you babble mindlessly, prolonging your pleasure with greedy little humps of your cunt along his cock. but every milking compression only makes him press deeper, thrusting shallowly until he’s twitching and softening and you’re both breathing heavy.
“are you quite satisfied now, princess? well that’s no fun.”
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