cw: very suggestive themes, slight yan content with wanderer, self indulgent, overall fluff, afab!reader in some parts (overall, gn! terms used, reader wears make up/dress), terrible flirting. minors dni, mdni. user has a vision.
kaeya has been staring at your lips for awhile now - as you talk about something that you ran into while out doing some sort of investigation. it's starting to make you nervous, the way he remains silent, bent down, his eye on your lips and his head tilted to the side.
"captain? are you listening to me? this this hilichurl camp set up nearby and -"
"yes, yes." kaeya says with a wave of his hand. "i'll have some of my people get on it." he pauses now, leaning in closer. you can smell his cologne. "say, did you get a new shade of lipstick?"
"i-uh, yes?"
"hmm." he gently cups your chin with his fingers, tilting his head to the side as he gently kisses you. "aw, it's not flavored this time."
all you can do is stutter before he bends in to kiss you again.
the fall night is warm, you're warm as you wrap your arms around his as the pair of you exit the manor for the night - the party goers dispersing and it's time for you to head home as well. the abundance of wealth diluc has always surprises you, on top of all his connections. he tells you about something, maybe it's another compliment in the list of all the creative ways he tells you how much he loves you, you're not sure but you're tired.
"shall i accompany you home tonight, my love?" diluc asks as he helps you into your carriage. "you are certainly more than welcome to also stay the night."
"ah, but we certainly cannot have rumors flying around just yet." you say with a tired giggle. playing hard to get is one of your favorite things to do - he seems to enjoy the chase some, at least.
"then," he gently takes your hand into his gloved one, those red eyes that always look into your soul and beyond, look into your own, as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. "get home safe, okay? if you encounter any trouble, do not hesitate to return."
you smile, taking your hand back and bend down (silently delighting into the new height advantage the carriage gives you) and kiss him on the cheek.
"have a lovely night, diluc." yet it takes one more kiss to pull you out of the carriage and back into his manor.
he is irritated, agitated more like, with his pacing back and forth. you sigh and watch him, legs crossed and elbows resting on your thighs. you're getting dizzy at this point, but his frustration is honestly really funny.
all that had to happen was someone complimenting you today and he loses his mind. the entire day, he's been sulking and pouting and grumbling.
"hat guy," you call to him, gently. "are you okay?"
he stops in his tracks, staring dead in your eyes. "no," he grumbles. "i am not." you huff a laugh and shake your head. it's like you blink and he's blocking your view of well - the rest of the living room. you're not exactly sure what's happening, but your shirt is being pulled down and his lips are pressing against the tender skin at the juncture between your shoulder and your neck.
and he bites. you yelp a bit, but he doesn't pull away until there is a bright red mark there.
"you're mine, don't forget that."
"you never let me forget." you grumble as he pushes you down, his teeth sinking into more of your neck.
you are wholly naked after getting out of the bath, and sitting between arlecchino's legs, on her bed, as she brushes your hair. she admires every inch of you, on a daily basis. whenever you ask about her doing your hair, she simply tells you that she enjoys it and should she not pamper her loved one? so you always drop the subject and lean into this momentary peace in her chaotic life. the candle flickers some, its flame casting a gentle glow in the bedroom.
a clawed hand rests on your thigh and you peek at the full length mirror, she's set the brush down.
warmth blossoms through you as she kisses the back of your neck, trailing kisses down along your spine until she reaches midback. after a moment, she's tugging at your hair, forcing you to lean your head back as she kisses you on the lips.
"you're very beautiful." she murmurs.
"you tell me that often." you tell her with a little giggle. she hums softly.
"not often enough." she declares, her hand reaching for the brush again. "i believe i should praise you more. you are a good girl, after all." your face reddens at that and she looks even more pleased. another kiss is pressed to the side of your neck before she resumes her previous task.
you talk too much, al-haitham has told you many times - you like to visit him in his office at lunch every day, just to ramble on and on. you like to think he's listening, but with his eyes always glued on his book, you're never sure. but that never stops you (nor does it ever stop kaveh, the poor man sometimes stresses himself out over his roommates indifference). oh, you do this to annoy him most of the time, but lately, it's just scheduled and expected.
"and can you believe-"
your words are cut off when his lips meet yours, your eyes widen when he pulls away. you're stunned as you sit down on the comfortable couch, trying to comprehend what just happened.
"do you hear that?" he asks you after a moment.
"no. what should i be hearing?"
"the sound of sweet silence." al-haitham finally answers, and you finally look at him, while his eyes are glued to the book, he has a smug look to his face. oh this asshole.
Something that makes me sad is how a lot of otherkin hate being human. Don’t get me wrong, I understand! But maybe I just have sort of thought about it in a different way.
You get to experience the world in a whole new perspective! You now have wonderful and complex human relationships, you are an intelligent species that can create art! Art! You can create things that no animal can, that not even any other human can because they are all so unique. You make love letters to yourself everyday, the art you make for your kintype, the clothes you wear, completely unique and curated just for that side of yourself. I mean isn’t it a wonderful thing to be able to experience both perspectives? To be able to put language to them? Speak to eachother about them! Nothing else in the planet can do that! You were a chance in billions to exist as you exist right now, and against all odds you’re here, and I think that’s beautiful.
cw: hints at smut, negotiated power dynamics&kink, slightly under negotiated kink, some D/s dynamics, afab reader, pet names, possessive behaviors and mirror kink (arlecchino), brat taming&spanking (kaeya), praise kink (diluc), consensual non-consent (wanderer). admittedly very self indulgent, possibly OOC
mdni, minors do NOT interact, blank blogs dni.
characters: wanderer, kaeya, diluc, arlecchino
(credit to cafekitsume for the banner)
sorry for bullying you, wanderer
Diluc had spent most of his day trying to find the right time to take on the role you had asked him to - ever so sweetly, with a bat of your eyes as you gestured to some graphic novel from Inazuma you'd been reading. At first, he had been baffled at the idea before slowly warming up to it and maybe even flipping through your various novels for some ideas.
Perhaps the two of you should have discussed what you'd wanted beforehand but you have mentioned that you enjoy the element of surprise. So instead of focusing on the meetings he had to be in, the man had spent the day imagining up various situations where he would come in, command you to do something, and you do it. Different scenarios that had him growing hot under the collar.
See, Diluc never wavers - not often but when it comes to you, he finds himself stuttering like a lovestruck teen and always caught off guard and it's hard not to be. Not when you smile at him, when you talk to him oh so casually. He grows shy around you some days, unsure of what to do when you quip back at him.
So, here he is - drawing in a few breaths as he pushes the door open and finds you in the library of his manor. You're reading a book - again - and he wavers for a moment. There's no way he could boss you around. What if he hurt you? What if you actually hated it and therefore, hate him?
Diluc draws in another breath, doing his best to center himself.
"Strip." He commands, doing his best to hold authority in his voice and you look up at him, your eyes wide. Diluc hopes he did not just completely ruin your guys' marriage.
"What?" You ask, as though you did not just him clearly telling you what to do. Perhaps he did cross a line and he's ready to apologize for saying such a thing though the fact you're putting down your book and reaching for the hem of your shirt indicates otherwise. "Maybe sit down?"
So, of course, Diluc does so - enamored with the way you slowly strip off your clothes. For some reason, he had expected a bit more of a fight from you - more...he supposes, brattiness. But he'll take this, especially when you get on your knees in front of him - how beautiful you look, reaching towards the zipper of his pants. "Good girl." he breathes. And you smile up at him.
"Make me." Are two words you know you'll always regret when Kaeya tells you to do something. Yet, you can't help it every time because you like the look that he gets, baffled, confused, and then that stupid, cocky smirk that forms on his face. He grips at your chin, forcing you to look at him in that blue eye of his, as he tilts his head to the side a bit.
"Could you repeat that for me, princess?" Kaeya asks, voice so calm and so light, as though he were holding a casual conversation about the weather with you and not looking as if he's about to throw you over his knee for your audacity to challenge him. "It's not rhetorical. Repeat what you just told me."
"M-Make me...?" There's less confidence in your voice and he fakes an exasperated sigh. Kaeya's lips brush against yours for a brief moment, teasing but he pulls away, his grip tightens for a moment before he releases you. Oh, maybe he's actually angry at you.
"So, here's what we'll do, princess," Kaeya says as he steps away from you and circles around you. Chills run down your spine, the atmosphere is much colder and you realize he's using his Vision. "You'll strip for me and you'll be good for me for the rest of the evening."
You nod, though it takes you a moment to gather yourself. You pull off your top and your skirt, so you're only in your underwear. Kaeya looks displeased and it's your turn to tilt your head to the side, mimicking him from earlier.
"I stripped," you point out. "You said to strip my clothes, so I did."
Kaeya slips his fingers beneath the collar you're wearing, being careful of pulling you towards him and with him as he sits down in the chair, sprawling you over his lap.
"Darling, you know what I meant." The sharp sting across your buttock has you gasping out in surprise, followed by a few more. A hand moves up to the strap of your bra and he snaps it. "Now, let's try this again. Strip."
You sniffle a bit, pursing your lips. Finally, you unhook your bra and toss it aside, before slipping out of your panties. Kaeya looks at you as if you are made up of marble and blessed by some goddess of beauty. He reaches out, pulling you close to him, pressing some kisses along your belly and peppers downward. It takes a moment but he ducks down between your legs, your hands perching in his hair.
Arlecchino never really has to ask you twice or even tell you to strip because one look, and you're already pulling your clothes off for her but today is a little bit more different. You're in clothes that aren't particularly your style but one she chose for you today. You try to be good for her, though you have your moments that are swiftly and quickly corrected. After all, those that belong to her, learn how to behave quickly without much complaint.
It's hard to not grow shy sometimes with her eyes on you, always watching and taking in your every detail, even has you fumble with the ties on the back of your dress. They're well knotted and you can't get them undone.
You know she did the ties on your dress the way she did on purpose, just so she could watch you struggle. But when she strides over to you, one hand rests on your hip and you watch her through the mirror, face flushing a bit as her fingers begin to deftly undo the knots on the ribbon, before pulling them out, slowly. The top of your dress begins to loosen, giving you better breathing room but as the fabric falls away, her lips press against exposed skin. A hand plays with your breasts as they get revealed to her, and all you can do is watch through the mirror.
The cinch at your waist lessens up and finally, the dress falls away and Arlecchino is pleased. She likes dressing you up, and stripping you down every night - always taking her time with you. Claws drag at your skin and you shiver.
Next comes your bra, easily removed without really any sort of theatrics. And then finally, your panties - those are slowly pulled down. And Arlecchino is pleased when you are fully bare to her - and only her.
Soft lips press along your neck and your shoulders, moving downward every so often. Arlecchino leaves marks in places nobody can see, but serve as a reminder of who you belong to, and no doubt that tonight is going to serve as a reminder for you to watch your tone and how you talk to other people and about yourself. Most wouldn't think it, but she is a jealous woman.
"Watch the mirror." she orders and you can only obey. "I will not have you insult, disparage or otherwise be cruel to what belongs to me. An insult about yourself is an insult to me."
All you can really do is nod in agreement.
Your breath catches in your throat as your thoughts catch up to the words that had come out of the Wanderer's mouth, and you snort.
"Come again, Hat Guy?" He crosses his arms over his chest as he regards you, lips pursed and eyes in a scowl. "You can't just come in here and make demands without saying please." Honestly it's hard to not taunt him when he's in one of his many moods, his reactions are so funny even if you end up not being able to walk very well later. "C'mon, I might consider it if you ask nicely."
A breath, a soft growl that makes your stomach do a flip.
"Strip, please." The Wanderer says, although not quite sounding defeated at your audacity to talk back to him without even an ounce of worry. "Now."
"The now negates the please." You tell him as you close your text book and stand up. "C'mon, don't you have better manners than that?"
The Wanderer rubs his forehead. "Don't be a brat." He tells you, a slight warning in his voice and you grin. You know he's trying to reign in his temper with you, unless he wants to ruin yet another outfit of yours though that's what you want him to do, but you're not going to say that. "Now do as I say or you won't like what I can do."
You yelp when he grabs you by the arm and half tosses you onto the couch, kneeling above you. Your heart pounds in your chest as his hand twists into the top of your shirt. That look on his face makes you feel much warmer than it should.
"You were warned." the Wanderer tells you, simply as he rips your top off with ease. There's a moment where he takes you in, like he's never seen you naked before. Teeth sink into the skin of your collarbone and he shamelessly leaves a mark there, before moving to your neck, making sure to leave purple marks all around just so you can't hide them.
Your skirt is yanked off next without a care from him, followed by your panties.
"Hey, those were expensive-!"
"I don't care." he grumbles into your chest, teeth digging into your skin. "Shut up." Despite his words, you know he'll be buying you a new pair tomorrow - possibly with some extra other things he thinks you need. "Now, be good."
"For right now." You grumble and he makes a noise in the back of his throat, and you meet those violet eyes of his. "I'll be good for now." You both know this is a lie, but you also know that the Wanderer enjoys a challenge. And the way he starts to ignore your words as he works down your body, mixing between worshipful and punishing, bright purple and blue from his teeth flourish on your skin. The Wanderer has always been good with his mouth, making you come over and over again until you're more than just a mess beneath him.
He does take you by surprise when he captures your lips with his - he hardly kisses you outside of a few pecks, but this only serves as a distraction as he pushes your knees to your chest.
"Beg." he commands.
At first, you think of telling him no, but when you're in such a vulnerable position and he's looking at you with a hunger you cannot quite describe, you don't want to keep pushing his buttons.
"Please." You breathe out with a shuddering breath.
"See what happens when you actually obey?"
Only for now, you think as you reach up and push some of his hair out of his face.
wrapping your arms around diluc and screaming into his chest when you're frustrated.
vs
going out to the wild and breaking things while learning new and exciting ways to swear with the wanderer before having a breakdown and him giving you the space to talk it out when you're ready.
Wanderer would paint his partner's nails. There's something sweetly intimate about doing such a thing - like he'd insist on holding your hand the entire time.
But he'd also take a million years to decide on a color, even though you had one chosen but "it's not a good enough color for you!" before after an hour, he finally agrees to the first color.
and then does his own nails that color too, 'cause "well the bottle is already out :/" (he wants to match)
cw: yandere, obsessive and possessive relationships, unhealthy relationships, mdni, minors do not interact, minors dni, yandere cw. the writer does not condone this behavior irl.
Scaramouche, in an AU, is the type to insist on matching stick-n-poke tattoos. If only because he doesn't want anyone else touching you or marking you. He's easily jealous and pretty possessive. He would spend months sketching out ideas and researching because it has to be perfect, it's going on both your bodies and he never settles for anything less.
Of course, you're hesitant because he has no skills in tattooing (though he's done a few on himself, he's never done it on anyone else) but after badgering, pouting, and some arguments, you finally agree.
At least he's kind enough to do it where it can be kind of hidden - your inner wrist - and every time he sees it, he kisses it.
("See? We're connected now. You can never leave me.")
