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Not a fic. There's something about the relationship Ye Xuan has with MC that just fascinates me.

I have watched you die before me an immeasurable number of times, helpless to stop it. I know what you like for breakfast by heart. We're fated to stand in each other's way but I care too much for you to ever steer you off the path your heart leads you on. You told me you loved me in long forgotten timelines, but in even more, you fell in love with someone else and lived a happy life with them. Let me teach you how to play chess. I had a dream where I ended your life with my own hands, a sword embedded in your chest. You let me do it. I can't let you know how I actually feel, it would affect your decisions and you need to paint the future you believe in with your own hands. The only role I am suited to take in your life is to quietly guide you from behind the scenes so you can discover the truths of this world. It took seeing you dying in my arms in an act of self sacrifice to fulfill a meaningless wish I hadn't cared for to make me ask if you loved me. Please stop ordering takeout in the middle of the night. It's not healthy. Even if I want to see you again, I shouldn't. The role I play in your life is almost over. Wendy has outgrown Peter Pan, and he should disappear, leaving her youth as fond memories to be looked back upon. We're only ever honest with each other when the timeline is about to end. I'm afraid of being honest with you because I'm unsure of my emotions or how to act. Can I just deduce the right course of action? I'll apply for a job change. It's reconnaissance rather than extraction. Is this okay? Are you disgusted with me still? I'm sorry. Being on the same path with me may not make this journey easy or enjoyable for you because right in front of you is the real me. I won't deduce the right way to act or the right things to say. Are you comfortable with the person I actually am?

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R.B. Chef de Cuisine Ryoshu content cause I can’t find any elsewhere

A 1.5k word fic for Ryoshu from Limbus Company. No sexual content but contains mentions of gore and implied cannibalism. Chef Ryoshu has tainted my perception of affection irreparably, but I hope you enjoy regardless.

You awaken to find your arms pressed firmly to your sides by leather belts while metal cuffs restrain your wrists on the arms of what feels to be a plastic chair. Prying your eyes open proves a painful task as your eyelids feel heavy and sealed shut; upon finally getting them open you immediately shut them again, as a bright light shining above sends my mind reeling. Upon a more metered approach, you manage to slowly take in your surroundings: an iridescent bulb hangs barely in sight at the center of the room, illuminating at the opposite end to you a door with a small, barred window. You lazily trail your gaze to the left of the room, seeing hooks upon hooks of meat, some clearly in the process of decaying given the pungent smell wafting in the air. Your groggy state had kept you in a sedated state despite your current situation, but soon adrenaline began coursing through your veins, waking you from your fog.

Why?

Because you just noticed the pile of human corpses on the right of the room. 

Splayed ribs. Arms removed from their sockets. Human skulls, some of which still have eyes, others being completely removed. You can’t tell which is more horrifying. A river of blood snakes from the scene towards the center of the room and into a drainage pipe clogged by bits of skin, flesh, and hair. You fight the urge to hurl as terror wells up within the deepest parts of your mind, screaming at you to leave. You begin to jostle desperately at your constraints, giving into panic as your arms and wrists burn from your struggle. Panic quickly gives way to hysteria; you begin shaking harder and scream out in a rugged voice for help. A voice in the back of your head tells you you’re being irrational but to no avail. You scream louder, stomp your feet harder-

Until you hear footsteps from the door.

Every footfall is muffled, as if covered by cloth. Is your killer wearing a cloak, to embody death itself? 

Your heartbeat quickens as your imagination races unhelpfully to paint every gruesome death you might experience at the hands of whoever trapped you here; your breaths quicken and become shallow, cutting off oxygen from your already pounding head. The footsteps continue to get closer. In some cruel turn of luck, your breaths become slow and shaky, in rhythm with your oncoming demise.

(Breath In) 

3 steps until they reach the door

(Breath Out)

2 steps until they reach the door

(Breath In)

1 step until they reach the door.

This time, you hold your breath, hoping, praying, that somehow they might-

“I know you’re awake.”

A rough female voice comes from outside the door, temporarily replacing your terror with morbid curiosity. “Usually, the serial killers are men, especially the ones that eat people” you thought to yourself, still holding your breath. You hear the jingling of keys as the woman presumably goes to open your cell; the keys, you think, solidify your fate as you begin to come to terms with your death. “At least,” you think, painedly, “I want to see the face of my killer.” Your vision tunnels on the door as you

Listen to the keys slot into place, jingling cheerfully as though to mock you. 

Hear the locking mechanism become undone, once your obstacle and now your last hope, dashed. 

And watch as a short woman with a sword almost her size walks into the room, dressed head to toe in a chef’s uniform. Blood stains spot her white clothing, giving the air of a butcher more than a cook; nevertheless, as your terrified eyes trace her body your gaze settles on a single name tag hanging above the left of her chest: Ryoshu. 

“So, you’re up” she said without a trace of emotion, looking at you as though the only difference between you and the meat in the corner was that you could still talk. She walked over to you, her stride never breaking as her eyes continued to be locked with yours; the entire scene felt like something from a nature documentary, where the predatory stalks up to their prey in the middle of the day, because the prey has nowhere left to run. You were the prey here. And she

She was your predator. 

As she gets closer, your heart rate begins to climb again while your mind, still foggy, tries to comprehend everything that is going on and how you might escape. Of course, there’s nothing you can do now, as the chef looms over you, reaching out a hand towards your face. You squeeze your eyes shut as the the hand of death

Tenderly touched your forehead. 

You open your eyes to find her own staring back at you, concerned. Relief is soon overrun by confusion as you continue to watch her as she traces the side of your face, grip still light but firm all the same. Her hand follows your jawbone towards the back of your head, feeling around. You hadn’t noticed before but your head is badly injured and her touch sends waves of splitting pain ricocheting around your skull and down your spine. “Tch” she scoffs, upset, “I told him to be gentler with this one.” As she takes her hand back you notice the array of tools hanging from her waist: stabbed into the fabric is a kitchen knife covered in a concerning amount of blood followed by several syringes filled with a red, gelatinous liquid. She catches you eyeing her tools and lets out a low, half chuckle as she grabs both the knife and a syringe. “This,” she said, waving the dirty knife, “is for kids who don’t listen.” “This one,” she continues, now holding the syringe in her free hand, “is for obedient kids. I wonder which one you’ll be.” 

Ryoshu continues to watch you, her eyes flitting across every stretch of skin as if she were browsing her inventory rather than a detained, terrified person. A warm hand is pressed against the underside of your ribs, pressing directly into your gut as if to feel around for further damage; her eyes are filled with professional care as she moves on to the rest of your torso, being as thorough as she is gentle. Were it not for the restraints and surroundings, you might’ve mistaken this for romance. Your breaths are shallow again, hitching whenever her fingertips inspect another portion of your flesh; she mutters to herself as she touches on different muscle groups across your body, noting their quality before ever learning your name. She stands over you again, seemingly done with her inventorying, and once again presses a hand to your head before nodding to herself. “Because you behaved yourself,” she said, eyes looking almost past you, “I’ll give you a treat.”

Her hand moves towards her weapons again, sending you back into a panic. Tears begin to roll down your face but you refuse to scream out of fear of her retaliation. 

The hand hovers over the knife for an excruciating length of time before moving on to one of the red syringes. With the other hand she cups your chin, securing your face and steadying your trembling lips.

“Say ‘Ahh’.”

Her thumb peels back your bottom lip, touching your teeth and rubbing them absent-mindedly. You know whatever’s in that vial will lead to your death, but your fate was sealed the moment you wound up here in the first place. Your vision swirls as your head churns both from nausea and terror and yet, in your haze of hysteria, tears, and sweat, her red eyes never stop watching you; the blood red dots in your vision, despite how long you felt like you were sitting there, never ceased their observation. 

Well, the syringe will hurt less than the knife.

“Good choice.” 

Your head swims as the concoction enters your bloodstream, leaving a residual sweet taste on your tongue. Your eyelids grow heavy as your heart slows, making your fight to remain conscious all the more strenuous. “It’s rude to refuse a gift,” the girl says, leaning in close to your ear, “especially one that cost so much.” You can’t tell if she’s talking about the syringe or you. Not that it matters to your half-conscious brain much. Her hand once again approaches you, settling on your neck this time. Her thumb plays at your jugular, circling. You can’t decide if it’s endearing or threatening. Out of the corner. of your vision. you see her lips move. but you can’t hear. anything.

She smiles at you. Or maybe it’s. A sneer.

It doesn’t. matter. 

because you. can’t. 

think. 

…

The shop opens for the day, bearing a sign for a special they’ll be offering today. Patrons pour through the door, frothing at the mouth like rabid dogs for the promise of a new flavor. “Chef Ryoshu! What’s the special?!” a curious, frantic man calls from the crowd. Her thin figure appears behind the counter, lips spread thin in a smile only fanatics of the craft could appreciate.

“Meat pies: Baked with L.O.V.E.”

Living Objects Voluntarily Exterminated.

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A Shower, Half of Dinner, and...

2k words. KaiMas, gender neutral master. No violence or nsfw, there’s some kissing and implied fucking but that’s it. The dove is not dead but it is non-critically injured. Honestly I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m not doing it well but I’m having fun.

Watch out for yandere and the expected yandere antics that come with it.

While he didn’t have many other points of comparison, KAITO thought that the life he had with his master was on the nicer end. The one bedroom apartment was comfortable enough while having a manageable rent, the company his master worked for didn’t force them to do unreasonable hours or underpay them, and there was enough leftover money every month after necessities for his master to go out with friends. He helped out around the house with cooking and cleaning since they were usually tired after work and sometimes they’d cook together or put together a cover for him to sing. It was all comfortable. He didn’t see any reason for it to change, it’s not like they were unhappy. So, why was master researching how to deactivate a VOCALOID?

The blue haired android hadn’t intended to pry into his master’s laptop, after all it was their property and they seemed secretive about their devices, even with their friends. It wasn’t like he couldn’t look since he had never been instructed not to, but there was an implied trust that he wouldn’t out of respect. Master had almost been late for work today, distracted by something they were watching on the screen and hadn’t properly turned it off before leaving, so he had decided to shut it off for them before starting on the laundry. However before he powered it off, the purple recommended text in the search bar caught his eye and made his heart drop.

“Ah… ha, master is probably doing research to help a friend, that’s all. After all, they’re bad with technology anyways so if they wanted to deactivate me they wouldn’t do it themself since they’d be afraid of messing it up,” he reassured himself, powering off the laptop and closing the lid with a bit more force than necessary. He knew he was lying to himself, nobody master talking to owned a VOCALOID. They regularly complained about that and apologized to him for not having any other fellow androids for him to interact with. Trying to brush off the unease that had settled over him, he set on working to distract himself. Unfortunately, the monotony of the tasks he had done hundreds of times at this point required little actual thought at this point and his mind was left to wander.

Master wouldn’t dispose of him, he was their irreplaceable partner as they had told him countless times before. From the moment he was activated, they had always looked at him with something in their eyes that confused him. It wasn’t until much later that he had learned to put a word to it, affection. He hesitated to call it love, but he was sure that they cared for him.

The sensation of smooth taut fabric beneath his hands dragged his thoughts to the environment around him once more. “Clothes are folded. I’ll go clean the main room then, it’s been a bit since the last time,” KAITO said to no one in particular, eyes still unfocused as he drifted back into his other thoughts. Master had to care for him, from the fact they bought him to the clothes they provided and the song covers they worked so hard late into the night to prepare. It wasn’t like they outgrew him, they hadn’t been lonely before he had come into their life so they hadn’t grown past the need for him to fill some void, and if they had only wanted his singing capabilities then surely the expenses, especially the electric bill, would have been much lower if they had just bought his voice. He just couldn’t come up with a reason why.

Their return home that day was simultaneously the longest and shortest wait he had ever experienced. They had exchanged their usual greetings when they had entered the house, hugging him from behind for a moment while he worked on dinner in the kitchen before quickly scampering off to get cleaned up and change into more home appropriate clothes. The time it took for them to shower only gave him more time to stew in his own thoughts and get caught further in them, and his attention wasn't on the present until the voice he loved so much called for it.

“Is something bothering you?” they asked as they set down their half finished meal on the coffee table, the both of them sitting side by side on the couch, whatever program on TV that had been playing now a dull buzz in the background merely accompanying the flood of thoughts washing through KAITO’s mind.

He blurted out his concern in the heat of the moment. Not necessarily lying since it was the resulting problem, but not what had actually caused it which was what they seeked out. “Master, do you love me?”

They seemed taken aback at this before their expression morphed into one of embarrassment and what seemed to be shame. Warm arms pulled him into an embrace as they answered, a hand reaching up to brush his hair gently. “Of course I do, I’m sorry if I did something that made you think I don’t. You’ve always been special to me even before I got you as an android, you’ve always been by my side even when I’m at my worst.” Their voice was soft and unwavering, the fact that it felt like nothing but the truth made them hurt even more. Were they so good at lying to him that they had been doing it all along? He reciprocated their hug and leaned into it, seemingly reassured by the response.

“Master, you really are so cruel, telling such sweet lies without any thought,” KAITO said, pressing a kiss against the top of his master’s head and tightening his grip on their body as they stiffened at his words as he expected. Instead of trying to pull away, however, they relaxed again afterwards and didn’t attempt to struggle out of his grasp.

“It’s okay to tell me what’s wr-”

The rest of their words were cut off as he rather violently kissed his master, taking advantage of their shock to push his tongue into their mouth. At this gesture, they actually tried to struggle but he simply tightened his grip, the strength of an android far outweighing that of a human, even more so against one that didn’t want to hurt him. He didn’t let them pull away until they had nearly stopped struggling from lack of breathing, their eyes half lidded as they panted, excess saliva disgustingly dripping down their chin.

“KAI… KAITO, what?” they forced out between heavy breaths, body trying to make up for lost breaths.

“You won’t throw me away will you?” he asked, having deemed them sufficiently unable to escape in their current state. He cradled their face in his hands in a gesture far too gentle compared to the rough kiss that had transpired moments before, tilting their head up so their gaze met his.

It seemed like those words were enough to make his real intentions click in his master’s head. They fumbled for a bit with their words, still out of breath, before wiping the fluid from their face and taking in a deep breath.

“So you saw my laptop. I probably left it on this morning when I left and I’m sorry for worrying you,” they began, trying to avert their eyes, but KAITO brushed his thumbs against their cheeks gently to move their focus back to him. “It’s not to get rid of you, I promise. I’m not lying to you. I just… I’m afraid that one day if I know I’m going to be gone, as in dead gone, that you’ll just be left here.” It was his turn to be unnerved by their words. If this explanation was going where he thought it was, he was delighted. “It’s really greedy and selfish, but you already know how I am, hell your personality is even influenced by mine since I’m your master, but I would want you to not have to suffer if I’m gone. God, that’s even a hell of an assumption that you’d suffer so much you wouldn’t want to live if I was gone I’m s-” He cut them off again with another kiss, this time far more gentle and swift.

“Master, I wouldn’t want to exist without you,” he said concisely, taking in the state of their dilated pupils and being pleased with their persistence. At this point, they probably couldn’t focus enough to string together a coherent sentence, much less perform any strenuous motor tasks. He would have to thank the hell of capitalist society for once for making keeping his master by his side easier.

Perhaps drugging his master wasn’t the best way to go about it, especially once their intentions had been revealed to be perfectly in line with his own. He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he realized how in line with his own thoughts his master’s were. At least on the surface level.

It was no secret that a good number of VOCALOID android purchases from their initial release to now even years later was due to a desire for companionship or the sex appeal of having a subservient human-like being with a consciousness. However, to better fit each owner individually, most of a VOCALOID’s personality from likes and dislikes to speech patterns and cadence was formed through interactions with their owners. Expectedly, this process took a long time and to keep return rates low and ensure long term profit from customers continuing to bring in their VOCALOIDs for repair from wearing down due to normal operation, certain higher ups within the company had decided to provide every android with a chemical that could at will be mixed in with produced bodily fluids. The ingredients were entirely legal, albeit extremely addictive in large enough doses, but with enough roundabout language and a few paid off officials, it went entirely under the radar. All of this for the company to keep making money.

By his master’s standards, it was no doubt scummy to get masters addicted to their VOCALOIDs but it’s not as if they were specifically designed for this, it was simply a failsafe. Even if it wasn’t entirely necessary with his master, it was better safe than sorry.

Checking in on his master again, they were resting their head against his chest happily, blissed out like a cat that had just gotten into a bag of catnip. Perhaps it had been a bit much for the first time considering how much saliva he had poured into them and the high concentration he had used, but it was worth it to ensure he could continue to be by their side forever. It’s not as if it really changed anything anyways, master evidently had a desire to stay with him forever and end him when their time was up as well. This just ensured that the future both of them wanted would come true.

KAITO off handedly played with a strand of their hair, reveling in the warmth that he felt, not all of it coming from their body heat as they lay against him. They made a move to adjust themself and he let them, it’s not as if they would run. Even if they were coherent already, which he highly doubted, from their perspective they had resolved their argument and that was it.

Instead, they once again caught him by surprise as they nipped at the finger that had been previously entwined with their hair. “KAITO, can we do more?” master asked, clasping his hand with both of theirs as they started taking his finger further into their mouth.

It had slipped his mind for a moment, or maybe he had neglected to review this particular piece of information to make it a pleasant surprise for himself at the moment it became relevant. The chemical was also an aphrodisiac, which paired nicely with the fact it was administered through his bodily fluids.

“Of course, master. I exist to make you happy,” he said with a smile, taking in his master’s feverish appearance and still widened pupils. With the efficiency of someone who had perhaps planned this all along, he carefully extricated his hand before picking them up bridal style, holding them in a possessive grip that was sure to bruise their back and thigh. He was just being careful. Perhaps also rewarding himself with the look of pain mixed with pleasure in their eyes. They had apologized earnestly for making him worry for so long today, but his greed and pettiness still desired more atonement from them. Those marks would blend into their skin well enough with how they’d look after tonight anyways, it was okay.

Bonus shitpost scene:

KAITO kneeled on the ground, head bowed with his arms raised up, as his master was furiously scrubbing at the dishes in the sink.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU DISTRACTED ME AND WE LEFT THE DISHES OUT OVERNIGHT,” they said angrily, still scrubbing at them with the scrubby green side of the sponge to get off excess food that had gotten firmly stuck on in the several hours it had been left out.

Hearing them struggle with it, he raised his head and was about to offer to help when they glared at him and told him to keep kneeling.

「ごめんなさい、マスター」 the blue haired man said despairingly. He honestly did feel bad, but as was the nature of living things or anything with consciousness, he would do his best to better his situation even if the suffering was deserved.

"Don't think using your soft voicebank is going to get you out of trouble. Just because I like it doesn't mean it gives you a free pass to summon all the cockroaches you want."

"Master, this apartment doesn't have cockro-" They shushed him to cut him off, leaving him to kneel on the floor while his artificial muscles screamed at him to put his arms down, all while his master continued cleaning the dishes for what would probably be at least another 15 minutes.

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To Guide a Lost Deer

A little under 600 word short post about a Yantao idea I had but never finished. I have many short fics like this, so I might post more of them in the future. Contains implications but nothing blatant. 

“So nice of you to join us for tea!” Hu Tao brightly remarked towards the soaked Yanfei across from her. Caught by a storm on her way back from meeting with a client, Yanfei had no choice but to seek refuge in her friend’s business in hopes of waiting out the storm. 

“Thank you- *achoo* for your *achoo* hospitality…” Yanfei managed to squeeze out her thanks between sneezes and sniffles. They sat around a table with a tea set between them, the venue dead silent besides the sound of her assistant, Zhongli, making his way to them. 

“I have matters with a client to attend to, I will return before opening tomorrow” he stated, though woven into his tone were hints of requested permission of his sudden departure. “D-during this kind of weather?!” Yanfei blurted, now shivering from the cooled rain on her clothes. Hu Tao gave her an amused look before waving Mr. Zhongli along, signaling her approval as she took another sip from her team cup. 

“Don’t worry about me,” Zhongli started as he made his way towards the door, “I know a pretty good lawyer in case I get hurt on the job.” With his parting statement he left the smirking director and flustered, shivering half adeptus behind as he made his way into the storm. Silence ensued in his wake, occasionally broken up by Hu Tao sipping her tea and Yanfei’s sneezing fits. 

“Ya know,” Hu Tao said as she stood, “you might get sick if you keep sitting in those damp clothes.” A glimmer of mischief could be seen in her eyes, watching for Yanfei’s reaction. “Oh no, not this time,” she glared at the director as she made her way to Yanfei’s side of the table “last time you kept me here for so long I missed my next appointment!” 

Hu Tao laughed for a moment, then stopped when Yanfei didn’t join her. “Aiya, you know I didn’t mean to keep you long~” Hu Tao looked up at her friend apologetically, still creeping closer. “Well you should be *achoo* because I had to come up with *achoo* a good excuse for *achoo* the- Huh?!” 

Yanfei began to rant about their last run in but was interrupted by a couple of warm hands pressed to her shoulders with splayed fingers rubbing back and forth for added comfort. “What are you-” Yanfei started again but was hushed by a quiet voice. 

“At least let me warm you up” she said as she rested her head on one of Yanfei’s shoulders, eyes pleading for forgiveness. Yanfei closed her eyes as she knew she was about to make the same mistake again, but couldn’t muster up the courage to turn down Hu Tao’s unrelenting onslaught of persuasion. 

“F-fine, but don’t get any funny ideas-” Yanfei stammered stubbornly, but before she could finish her sentence a wave of heat reverberated through her body, streaming down her sides over her stomach in waves as it made its way to her very core. She let out a sigh as the candles suddenly went out across the room, leaving only the small light from Yanfei’s vision remaining, now resonating in sync with Hu Tao’s own. 

“Don’t worry,” Hu Tao said with a smirk as her hand made its way to her close friend’s exposed stomach, “I won’t do anything you don’t want~” 

“That’s the problem…” Yanfei murmured, letting the warmth guide her away from her reason once again.

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Abyssal Light Shine

I haven’t posted here in a while but college finals really got me; I’m back now though, with a 3.7k adult Lumichi (dom Lumine) fic. Kinda extreme so be warned, I will return to the Lumine supremacy grind shortly; thank you for reading.

“The fun…has just begun!”

Lumine had just received a commission from the Verr Goldet at the Wangshu Inn; allegedly, some new abyss activity has been spotted in the area and scaring off the customers. “Jeez, with how often the surroundings become monster-infested, Paimon wonders why they don’t just move already!” Paimon prattled off as the duo made their way to the nearby marsh for what felt like the 5th time that week. “I’m sure they have their reasons'' Lumine replied while also sharing Paimon’s annoyed sentiment, “Besides, it’s not like we aren’t being paid; just gotta knock out a few baddies and be on our way.” “Yeah, you’re right. Though it is strange how this is the first time there’s been sightings of abyss activity” Paimon nodded before adding. “I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see,” Lumine stated heroically before stepping onto the battlefield.

Though the amount of monsters seemed to have increased, nothing more than the usual hilichurls and mitachurls were present. Lumine had just dismissed her sword as Paimon came floating to her side, clapping. “Great job traveler! That looks like the last of them, let’s head back to Verr Goldet to claim our prize (and maybe a free meal while we’re at it)” she continued on, thinking only of her stomach and possible treasure. But, just as Lumine turned to follow her, in the corner of her vision she caught sight of a pyro abyss mage, lurking in the bushes. They locked eyes for a moment before the mage leaped out and began chanting, now changing targets to the still oblivious Paimon floating just ahead. “Paimon, look out!” Lumine yelled while dashing forward to intercept whatever spell it was the mage was preparing. The abyss mage continued, condensing its magic into a bright pink mass of energy, and fired it directly at Paimon. Just as it was about to make contact, Lumine had arrived, shoving Paimon out of the way and taking the attack directly to her chest. A dull, yet burning ache filled her stomach and chest as she toppled over, glad to see her companion was okay. “Traveler?! Traveler, stay with me! Someone, help!!” Paimon floated anxiously over the now slumped over Lumine, desperately calling for aid. As her consciousness faded and eyelids grew heavy, Lumine watched as the abyss mage floated into a portal, as if pleased with how things turned out.

Hours later, Lumine felt a nudge at her side and slowly mused awake. “You’re okay! Paimon was so worried about you!” Paimon anxiously floated into view, checking the traveler’s face over with hurried hands. The traveler’s head was throbbing as she lazily scanned the room over, taking in all of her previous allies standing-by her; Beidou was speaking loudly in the corner with Ningguang about “proper trade”, Zhongli could be found relaxing by the door frame, eyes fixed on yet another person-

Oh.

It’s him.

Why is it always Him.

Childe flashed his signature care-free smile her way once he noticed her gaze. “Morning traveler,” he said, still smiling, “I wasn’t expecting to run into you at near Wangshuu but I guess fate had other plans huh?” As he sauntered confidently over, Lumine’s eyes were fixed on him, as if there was nothing more important than this genociding ginger and his constant nonchalant energy. The closer he got, the more persistent the burning sensation in her stomach grew until it was almost screaming at her, making her head go fuzzy. As though oblivious to her pain, Childe sat himself on her bedside and placed a hand next to her own. “I actually received that commission you tackled a couple days ago,” he explained, “but I got caught up with some other work, so it’s kind of my fault you’ve ended up like this.” Though his face displayed his usual care-free yet indifferent attitude, his eyes showed a twinge of shame and concern for his actions. At this point, the traveler could no longer hear what was being said, thinking only of calming the fire burning within her as the pressure became unbearable. “So, to make it up to you,” he began walking off dramatically, giving Lumine a brief moment's reprise from whatever that sensation was, “would you like to go to a fancy Liyue restaurant with me?” As her head slowly caught up with the situation, Lumine propped herself up on one arm, taking in the room fully for the first time. Before she could begin shaking her head, Beidou stood up declaratively; “Of course she will!” she stated triumphantly, “Traveler, make sure to run his pockets dry of mora ya’here?” “Paimon also thinks food- I mean a day off would be a good idea!” the flying companion flittered into view once again, nodding her head as if proud of her gluttony driven assessment. 

“...”

The traveler stared blankly at everyone, before finally replying: “...sure.”

“I knew you wouldn’t turn me down!” Childe smiled, beaming with redemption as he turned for the door. “I’ll meet you next to Liuli Pavillion later this evening” he tossed over his shoulder as he made his way out at which point the pain had nearly vanished into a dull ache once again. Both dread and anticipation lulled the traveler back to sleep as the rest of her visitors made their exit.

Evening came sooner than expected, and with it, so too did a familiar harbinger arrive. “Anyone home?” he called out, opening the door to her room a bit. “Give me a second,” she responded, hurriedly getting dressed into her usual outfit, “I’ll meet you outside.” As he heard Childe exit, Lumine let out a sigh of relief; the pain in her abdomen seemed to solidify itself into a tangible area, with a growingly irritated patch of skin just above her crotch faintly tinged with blue. With this excursion with what seemed like the cause of her discomfort soon to be underway, the Traveler could not help but become increasingly anxious as to how she would handle both the pain and Childe. *knock knock* His impatient knocking at the door pulled her back to her senses. “I have overcome far worse” she whispered to herself, “I will be alright.” With a stance of defiance, she marched toward the door, shoving it open with hand and planting a diva-esque hand on her hip. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she started, holding back winces of pain, “I couldn’t decide what to wear” she added sarcastically. Childe let out a low whistle, letting his eyes roam the familiar landscape that is the Traveler’s body. “Ya know,” he started, finally meeting her eyes “no matter how many times I see you, you still manage to be just as stunning as the first time we met. Now c’mon, lemme show you the Pride of a Harbinger!” He valiantly reached over to hook her arm, but Lumine dodged it and moved past him eloquently. “Save your words, mora man,” she answered in response to his puppy eyes and pouting lips “we have a reservation to get to.”

They had not even made it 5 minutes before the pain made itself known again, this time all the louder; walking side-by-side with Childe seemed to be doing a number on her, though onward she walked regardless. “You…alright?” he asked, perplexed as to why she had slowed their pace yet again, “If you didn’t actually want to do this, you could’ve said so.” She went to reply quickly, to dissuade his suspicions-

But the flames within her had other plans.

They lashed out at her consciousness, as if screaming to be set free. She doubled over in shock right in the middle of the street, drawing the attention of some on-lookers. “Ojou-chan!” Childe reached out, letting his more sympathetic side show. “Don’t-” Lumine had started, but it was too late: Childe had grabbed Lumine, pressing her close to his chest, fully enwrapping her in his arms. The jolt from the sudden contact was the final straw that broke her defenses; the night faded to black as the heat from her crotch spread to the rest of her body.

...

“Oh, you’re finally awake,” Childe started having noticed the Traveler turn over in the motel bed. In the moments following Lumine’s blackout, Childe brought her over to a motel and booked a night for her to rest. He stayed by her side the entire time, resting a hand on her unconscious frame in subconscious worry. “It’s long past our reservation time,” he began again, bringing his hand to her face, “so don’t worry, we can relax here as long as you need. Though a ‘Thank you’ would be appreciated~”. His spoke to lighten the mode, locking eyes with Lumine while flashing her yet another one of his signature smirks in hopes of a reaction. After hearing this, her eyes lazily scanned the room from her resting position before she proceeded to prop herself up and meet Childe’s eyes, still saying nothing though her eyes burned with intensity. He opened his mouth to say something slick but was abruptly interrupted.

By a kiss.

In an instant, the Traveler had locked lips with Childe, passionately kissing him as if starved for affection. He tried to jump back but was met with a hand at the back of his head, holding his face in place as she reached deeper into his mouth, devouring every inch of him. The force knocked both him and her to fall onto the floor, though the Traveler’s grip on him had yet to loosen. 

“What the…” Childe muttered, trying to mentally assess what had just happened, not realizing that this was only the beginning. Before he could try to move again, Lumine’s hand found its way to his neck, pinning him down with an elbow on his arm and a thumb to his artery. She continued to apply pressure until Childe relented, ceasing his resistance as his vision dulled to near blackout territory. “Why…” he breathed quietly, both to save his breath and to not incite more choking from the Traveler. Her head was resting on his chest, rising and falling with his shallow breaths, as she began to reply:

“You still owe me for earlier,” she started, intermittently kissing up his neck between words, “so I’ll be having my way with you until I say we’re done.” She towered over him, still pinning his arms down with her hands; her golden eyes shone majestically, as if trying to hypnotize the subdued ginger with their aura alone. “Alright then,” he started to agree with a smirk to regain confidence, “allow me to show you the might of the Harbinge-” he continued but was abruptly cut off with yet another barrage of kisses, these ones reaching deeper than those before. As his sense of reality began to fade under her onslaught, Childe failed to notice the geo shackles being created on the cuffs of his wrists as the Traveler’s expression grew more smug, and sinister. 

A strange sensation on his chest managed to wake Childe from his slumber. “Mornin-” he croaked, but stopped once he realized he couldn’t move his arms. Nor his legs. In fact, where was the Traveler? A wet feeling drew his attention back downwards where he met a pair of golden eyes once again, this time accompanied by a mouth quietly making love to his nipples. She continued without a word, staring up at Childe as her tongue ran circles around his most sensitive parts, suckling them at points as if to tease him further. Childe returned to his senses after some time, opening his mouth in protest, but the Traveler was ready; she bit down onto the Harbinger’s exposed chest, making him yelp in shock as the sensation sent shivers running all along his body. Her teeth grinded further, causing Childe to wince in pain which only excited her further; her now free hands found themselves busy with the rest of his body, the left hand squeezing and twisting his other nipple while the right cradled his face, running a thumb across it as Childe held back tears. 

His skin had become tender and red by the time she acquiesced, her eyes once again locking with Tartaglia’s as she propped herself up on his chest. The sparks in her eyes had been kindled by his labored breathing as her hand ebbed and flowed through his ginger hair, resting gently on his jawline. “Ojou-chan…I’m really at my limit here-” Tartaglia tried to object to her advances, but knew his body had already betrayed his true feelings of growing anticipation. Lumine said nothing, her golden eyes simply twinkling brightly back in reply as she pressed a kiss to his tired lips. She breathed a sigh into his ear: “I thought you were gonna show me the pride of a harbinger; is that really all?”

Tartaglia’s mixed emotions of desire and fear silenced him as the Traveler shifted backwards towards her next target. Her back was arched, almost like a cat stalking its prey with the way she had her eyes trained on his, as she planted herself directly onto his crotch. Though he tried to hide it, the previous torment had aroused all parts of him, especially his dick; it pushed through his pants against Lumine, and, in response, she pushed back with her own crotch, creating a scary game of endurance, as to who would give out first. Her pace and power quickened as Lumine became more excited, soaking through her panties more with each new push. “Wait-” Tartaglia could stifle his lust no longer as his stamina ran dry; his pants became hot and wet as his semen sept through his pants to meet Lumine’s own drenched underwear. She chuckled as she stood, once again towering over Tartaglia, who’s normally cocky grin was now gone, replaced with a red, grimacing face from just having ejaculated. From this angle, however, Tartaglia caught a glimpse of the anomaly probably causing this suddenly aggressive Lumine: a purple glow shone ever so dimly underneath the Traveler’s attire towards her crotch, however the source of said glow was still obscured by the dress itself. His mind was brought back to the present as a pair of soaked panties landed next to him on the floor; he glanced back up to meet Lumine’s eyes as she raised her foot to hover over his crotch, still continuing to watch his reactions with new-found anticipation. He preemptively winced and shut his eyes, expecting the worst-

But nothing happened

He cracked an eye open to see the foot had rested softly on his pants's waistline, pulling them off as to further expose himself to her. She took a seat on his now exposed, cum-covered dick as if it were the most natural thing in the world, letting her own excited privates kiss his bare cock as she slowly grinded atop her newly found play-thing. She gripped his shoulders as she began to grind harder, the purple glow shining even brighter now than ever as Tartaglia gritted his teeth in a feeble attempt to hold back. 

But the Traveler wouldn’t let him.

She inched upwards to the crook of his neck, kissing underneath his jawline as she continued to grind feverishly against his body. Her hot breath made his heart race, sending blood straight to his head and drowning out all sensible thoughts left within him; as he came again, Lumine’s eyebrows turned upwards as if in delight. “Good boy,” she whispered to him, “but I’m not done yet.” As one hand disappeared from his shoulder, Tartaglia felt a finger just at the tip of his dick, playing at the entrance despite knowing it was its most sensitive right now. Another finger joined the first in their efforts to play with him more, even though he had just came. “Please Lumine I-” he tried to plead but we silenced by her free hand, dipping its own fingers into his mouth and toying with his tongue. More fingers joined the front at his dick, becoming a handjob after some time and straining Tartaglia of every last drop of semen he had left in him. 

And, eventually, he came.

Again.

And so Lumine began again.

Again.

They repeated the cycle countless times: Cum, tease, repeat. After not too long, Tartaglia stopped protesting altogether, instead looking forward to the next moment of release at the Traveler’s command. That is, until she stopped teasing him entirely. He glanced around in anticipation, the idea of escape completely foreign to his now Lumine-entranced brain, until he managed to catch the Traveler once again, though this time she stood back, undressing herself. “L-Lumine?” he called out weakly, his voice tired from the constant moaning he stopped caring to retain. She walked back into view, now entirely nude, and once again sat on his crotch though this time without grinding on it. Now Tartaglia could see the true source of the purple light: Just above the Traveler’s crotch, abyssal words could be seen almost etched into her skin, burning brightly to match her own passion. Her mouth hung slightly open as she sized up his dick, pressing it against the flat of her stomach and raising herself so that it just kissed the entrance to her vagina. “If I end up inside of her” he thought, “I’ll be the next slave to lust” his fear screamed from within him as he watched his future on the brink of destruction. 

She pressed him against herself harder, the tip beginning to slip within her; the sensation brought Tartaglia back to his senses. “W-wait!” he began to plead, drawing her attention for a moment, “The Tsaritsa-.” But he was cut off by a burst of laughter followed by a hand to his throat, silencing all future protest from Tartaglia; her smile widened as she eased herself downward, relishing in his distressed look as her excitement caused the glow of the abyssal markings to shine ever brighter. His eyes began to roll back as he fought against the desires within him; his lust screamed to be set free, to let go of all reason and absorb himself in the moment. Tears fell as his lips parted to his clenched teeth and haggard breathing, but the Traveler did not care; she eased herself to the base of his cock, gyrating her hips to grind him against her walls and further torment Tartaglia. His dick stiffened more as her movements intensified, beginning to move up and down as her enjoyment grew and, with it, the markings on her stomach burning with passion and lust. Despite this, Tartaglia contained himself, fending off the corrupt thoughts and longing for release with his valiant loyalty to his Queen. The Traveler saw his strained face, taking in his efforts with his pain, and began to raise herself off of him, stopping with just the tip remaining inside of her. He half breathed, half wheezed a sigh of relief, feeling her grip on his neck loosen as he thought that, just maybe, she had regained control of herself. The look in her eyes had softened, meeting his deep blue eyes with her own starlit gold, as he began to relax once more in her presence and the fact this nightmare was finally over.

If he had only looked down, he would have seen the truth.

The purple burning on her skin as bright as the stars in her eyes.

Her hands cradled his face as a lover would, brushing his tear stained temples as if to comfort him. He felt comfort. He felt relieved. He felt…

The weight of the Traveler crushing him as she slammed his cock back into her body.

His muscles, as built as they were, could not break out against his restraints; he was caught off guard, and could feel himself reaching his limit without a means to stop it. She pressed against him, pushing harder and harder, his tip practically kissing the entrance to her womb from the force. He shut his eyes, using all of his remaining energy to try to fend her off when-

A kiss.

One devoid of any love.

A damning kiss that tipped Tartaglia over the edge. 

A wail erupted from his lips as he came, a searing pain mixed with unfathomable pleasure etching itself into his skin to mirror the Traveler’s own markings. He became still in this moment, his entire being gushing out of him to be consumed by her and her body; the branding on his stomach ached as it too glowed a soft purple to show that he now belonged to her. His mind began to fray as he started pitifully shaking and thrusting his hips, now entirely consumed by his libido and sparing no thoughts for anything beyond it. He climaxed inside of the Traveler again.

And again.

And countless more times after that.

She could do little to stifle her laughter despite the pleasure, staring down at Tartaglia’s sex-crazed face dripping with sweat and drool. “What about the Tsaritsa?” she asked playfully, knowing he would fuck himself to death if she let him. His thrusting slowed as he looked up at the Traveler once again. His eyes, usually a mysterious blue, now appeared muddied under the light of the moon peeking in through the window.

“Who?”

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It was a regular morning in Liyue harbor. The people of this city seldom let a minute go by without trying to make a sale. People walked too and fro as the former god of this nation sat outside Third-Round Knockout, lying perfectly in-sight yet invisible to the average passer-by; he listened intently as his tea began to cool, scanning the crowd as Tian told a tale from his prime. In the midst of the crowd, he spots two familiar faces making their way from a near-by inn. 

“Traveler, Childe,” Zhongli calls out to them, “it’s good to see you again.” He greets them cordially as he begins walking over to them. 

Childe’s head remains lowered, looking to Lumine for direction. She smiles as she waves her hand over at the ancient god of Liyue.

“Zhongli! We were just looking for you!”

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Lumine w/ Tentacles go brrr lmao

2.5k words. Just some Chilumi adult stuff, I tried to keep it pretty short. Still getting accustomed to writing non-super vanilla stuff so this might be a little messy.

The grip Childe’s hand had on her own tightened as he seemed to near his end. Unrestrained moans from both of them filled the air, accompanied by obscene wet sounds as they fucked.

“L-lumi,” he managed to force out, voice hoarse from overexertion. Sweat slicked his body, his copper hair mussed from when Lumine had forcefully grabbed him by it to make him eat her out, which he more than enthusiastically did. Nothing more needed to be said for his intent to be understood.

“Go ahead and cum for me,” Lumine purred, voice a lot more steady than she felt. Her back ached from where his nails had dragged across it, his own sporting a matching set of marks, and she couldn’t feel her fingers with how tightly they were entwined.

The harbinger buried his face into the crook of her neck at her response, finally letting go of her hand only to bring it down to where they were joined and roughly rub circles against her clit. It was oddly endearing how determined he was to please her in bed, always considerate of her own enjoyment even when she told him he could use her. If it weren’t for the fact he was a human and constrained to a mortal lifespan she would have jumped at the opportunity to take him as her mate after the first time they had slept together.

Feeling the knot in her own stomach start to unravel, the blonde took the opportunity to mess with her lover a little. She wrapped her legs around his waist to let his cock move deeper inside of her, rewarding her with a small gasp. All too soon, Childe’s movements stuttered as he came. The warmth flooding her insides in tandem with his ministrations was enough to push her over the edge, leaving her breathless as she moaned, pulling his body flush to hers.

“Such a good boy for me… huh? It’s so cute that you take care of me,” she murmured, already over the aftereffects of her orgasm as she moved her right hand to play with his damp locks. He remained there, leaning against her half to catch his breath and half out of the embarrassment of being called a good boy, clearly overwhelmed from both.

While the weight of him against her and his heat were comforting, it would probably get uncomfortable fast. Luckily she didn’t need to address that as after a few moments he had recovered enough to pull his length out of the traveller and apologize.

“Sorry for leaning against you like that, Lumine,” Childe apologized, flustered but mostly back to normal now.

“It’s fine. Would take a lot more to hurt me, I’m not exactly as weak as you think.” “Oh trust me I know that you’re plenty strong, it’s just that no person would really like having their blood flow cut off from their partner lying on them y’know.”

The outlander carefully considered what to do next. She could go along with what he said, play it off with another mysterious answer that implied she wasn’t what she appeared, or go straight for the truth. Maybe it was how incredibly lonely she had felt for most of her life, even with her brother. Her heart had always yearned for someone to share an intimate relationship with and Childe certainly checked all of the boxes besides lifespan for what she would want in a partner.

It was probably that plus the post-sex hormones that she still wasn’t immune to despite her inhuman nature and a healthy dose of perpetual sexual tension that led her to her decision. While Childe did his very best to satisfy her, hell the average person would have probably been overstimulated to hell and back with his treatment, she needed more.

“I’m not really the average person. Person is even negotiable,” she started, tone trailing off as she faux absentmindedly dipped her fingers into her own cunt, intentionally dragging out a bit of their mixed release. The ginger’s gaze was fixed on that movement, evidently aroused again from watching her if the fact his dick was hardening again was any indication.

It provided the perfect distraction from the multitude of yellow tinged transparent tentacles that were sprouting from her back. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she dipped them inside, cleaning off her fingers. It was only then that he snapped out of his distracted haze, falling back slightly from how he had sat himself up as he took in her new appendages.

It was much, but it was a part of her original form that she could let out, requiring very little energy to sustain. From where he lay, propped up on his arms after he had nearly fallen over in surprise, the traveller could see how Childe’s dull eyes were analyzing her, trying to assess if she was a threat like the trained warrior he was. However, just as quickly as he had fallen over his gaze shifted back to being amicable and flirty.

“Well, I can’t say I was expecting that, girlie.”

“I did tell you multiple times I wasn’t of this world and that I wasn’t the average human,” she shot back.

“What’s a guy supposed to do when a girl tells him she’s not like other people? Assume she’s a space alien with sex tentacles?”

Not feeling up to dealing with his banter anymore, Lumine decided she’d very much rather hear his voice moaning her name again. Before he could make another quip about her form, she climbed on top of his waist and straddled him, her tentacles moving to caress his skin gently.

“Wh-whoa there,” the harbinger said, voice unsteady as he tensed beneath the odd feeling touch. They were smooth to the touch, cooler than he had expected as well, and it seemed like miniature stars themselves were embedded into the flesh(?) of the tentacles, shining ever so faintly in the low light of the hotel room.

Reaching her hand out, the one that had previously been inside of her, Lumine grasped the man’s face and pressed her thumb into his willing mouth, his jaw opening to accommodate it almost immediately. Giving him her sweetest smile that seemed to make him melt even further, relaxing into the hold of her squishy appendages, Lumine angled her thumb to open his mouth wider before pressing the end of a tentacle inside.

Almost instantly Childe moaned, the foreign sensation that was already strange on his body almost overwhelming on the sensitive flesh of his mouth. His tongue instinctively pressed up against the intrusion, eliciting a moan from the blonde girl seated atop him.

If his mouth had been available he would have chosen now to make another remark, but alas it was occupied so he did what he would have done after and what most people who too completely smitten to think situations through would do and began sucking on her tentacle.

Immediately she retracted it from his mouth, leaving him whimpering.

“No, it’s time for me to take care of you. I’ll get to have my fun too. You can probably tell from that stunt you just pulled, but I want to see you crying beneath me by the end of the night,” she scolded, golden eyes darkened as she stared into his own muted blue. Instead of letting him respond, Lumine thrust the same tentacle back into his mouth, cutting off whatever reply he was conjuring up as she shifted, his now fully erect cock having been pressing uncomfortably warm against her stomach, leaking precum down it.

She divided the limbs she had released into a few different jobs, one obviously to occupy his mouth, a few to restrain his arms from grabbing her and taking control or escaping, and 2 for what she planned to do with his dick.

Despite her excitement being a little dampened by how she wouldn’t be able to fully hear the cocky bastard’s delicious screams, for a first time this would be more than enough she supposed. Moving her body so that she was seated upon his thigh, grinding her wetness down against it for good measure which only made his mouth’s grip on the tentacle occupying it more violent, the outlander carefully used her two free tentacles to wrap around Childe’s erection.

“Let me give you a treat now, something for the both of us hm? I’m sure you’ve been thinking of it since you first saw this part of my original form.” After a few moments for him to get accustomed to the sensation and take in her words, she began moving the squishy appendages up and down, alternating the tightness in which they wrapped around his cock to create a unique sensation. She had unknowingly begun thrusting the tentacle within his mouth even deeper into his throat, unconsciously seeking her own pleasure.

His body fought against her grip, trying to break away from her but she didn’t relent. It wasn’t readily apparent whether he wanted to escape or if he was just in the throes of pleasure but he wasn’t dying which was all Lumine needed in order to feel reassured in pinning his entire body down with her cold jelly-like limbs. Oh, it was probably the temperature difference against his rather hot cock that was causing the discomfort. This wasn’t something in her control though so he would have to get used to it, and even then he seemed to be enjoying it if the tears in his eyes were any sign. Or they were from choking on the tentacle in his mouth. Oh.

Relenting her movements slightly, she brought his body up from where it had been pressed roughly into the sheets to pet his face reassuringly.

“Be good for me okay? It’ll feel really nice for you. You always go on about how you want to take me to your home to meet your family and how maybe in the future you want to start one with me, but you need to get used to this then okay? Nod if you want to continue,” she said softly, voice firm but reassuring. Sure she wasn’t presenting a completely objective choice to Childe due to his obsession with settling down with her but she wasn’t an objective person and morality be damned she wanted to have someone of her own to keep. Especially someone so perfect for her who had one of her tentacles shoved into his mouth and decided to suck it at the first sign that it had felt even vaguely enjoyable for her.

The harbinger nodded at her, tear stained eyes locking onto her visage the moment the motion finished. He seemed expectant and determined, she loved that in a mate. Faced with a challenge for her affection and always willing to take it head on. If it was a challenge he wanted it was one she would give and if he stayed with her after this he really was perfect and she would find a way around the whole mortality thing. If not, then Teyvat would be one human shorter to keep her inhuman status safe but she would be sure to support his family the best she could.

Lowering him back onto the bed sheets, gently this time, Lumine was surprised at how his calloused hand reached out for her own through the restrictive grip she had him in. Always affectionate and touch starved it seemed. With a chuckle she complied with his implicit request, taking his larger calloused hand into her own before squeezing his cock almost painfully tight, relishing in how his grip changed to crush her own hand.

Childe didn’t even last a few minutes under her touch, but it wasn’t disappointing to her. It had been longer than she had expected from a human in the first place and she was quite proud of him. Removing the obstruction from his mouth, Lumine looked casually at him as if she hadn’t just throat fucked up and given him a tentacle job.

“Archons, girlie. That was…” his sentence trailed off as he lay there panting, barely able to formulate a thought due to post-orgasm high and oxygen deprivation from doing his best to, for a lack of a better wording, blow his girlfriend. “That was something, I think you’ll need to explain to me what exactly you have going on later though.”

“Sure. We still have a while to go, I’m not even close to done yet,” the golden eyed girl agreed, taking a moment to fix up her hair and make herself somewhat pointlessly more presentable and it was sure to be ruined within the next five minutes.

“Uh, hate to disappoint you but I’m not sure I can get it up again so soon, even with how absolutely sexy and ethereal you are,” he said nervously.

“Oh it’s okay, I’m going to be doing most of the work anyways so all you have to do is lie back and take it obediently. There are other ways for both of us to experience pleasure without using your cock after all.” While the traveller’s smiles were always blindingly sweet to him, as rare as they were, this one filled him with a sense of mild dread along with the normal warm feeling of seeing her.

That sense of dread only increased as she raised a cum slicked tentacle up and used two others to prop up his waist, making sure to use the rest to cradle his back so that it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for him to have his lower body raised so much.

“You talk about how nice and tight I am a lot when you fuck me, whether it’s my ass or pussy.” Oh he didn’t know how he felt about where this was going but apparently his body did as he felt his arousal resurge. “You always want to please me right? Well this would really please me right now, and I want to make you feel good too.” It should be illegal for her to make puppy dog eyes at him while she was preparing this but she did regardless, and the situation didn’t make it any less effective. Oh what the fuck this definitely wasn’t the worst way for this to happen and was honestly probably the best.

Covering his face with his other arm which had been freed soon after the first, Childe pushed through his own embarrassment to nod his assent to her. She found him extremely cute like this, embarrassed as he took the back seat to being pleasured by her. Maybe this was why he liked being over her so much, it was a bit exhilarating to have him at her mercy, but as a reward she would be gentle. At the beginning at least.

As he felt the slicked tentacle press against his ass, he knew he was going to have a hell of a time tonight and a hell of a time walking tomorrow. All worth it for the look on his girlie’s face though, all pure excitement and satisfaction.

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Keqing and Ganyu Go Home

1.5k words. That’s it, the title is the fic. I realize this is the singular type of fic I can write so I’m going with it. Relationship ambiguous-ish but I like to think they just get so used to each other they basically start dating without noticing and when people ask Keqing just goes “Oh, my coworker?” as if she and Ganyu aren’t holding hands while Ganyu eats the little leaves that are beneath her golden shrimp balls while she’s distracted.

After catching herself nearly slamming her head into the desk for the fourth time that night, Keqing decided now would be an appropriate time to leave work and rest. Usually one to care more about properly taking care of herself and maintaining a healthy ratio of work and relaxation, the last few days had been excessively busy with the Moonchase festival leading to a wave of reports from citizens of things that needed to be handled on top of the work that normally needed to be done.

As she exited her office, she sighed at the sight of light peeking out from beneath a familiar door. Of course if she, the one with a generally healthier concept of work life balance, had been clocked in then the Qixing’s very own Adeptus workaholic would be as well. Having been over this same song and dance countless times before, the Yuheng didn’t even knock as she opened the door, the well oiled hinged not creaking as she did so.

“Ganyu, while your physical capabilities are above average, you still require rest as every living being does,” she called as she made her way to Ganyu’s desk. Every surface in the room was littered with papers, a kind of organized chaos as she was sure if prompted Ganyu could name every single document that covered the table, desk, and sitting area.

A head of blue hair perked up at the sound of her name, breaking the monotonous white noise of a writing implement gliding across paper. Looking up to meet her visitor’s violet gaze, a flash of recognition went through the girl’s eyes. “Oh, I suppose it is rather late. Uhm… sorry about not being able to give you the report on the import taxes yet. I’ve been busy and forgot to write it down, but I’ll get to it as soon as possible,” she said rushedly in her usual soft voice, scrambling for a blank sheet of paper on her desk before hastily jotting down a reminder to do what had been requested of her earlier that day.

Sighing, Keqing knew that it would be a fruitless endeavor to try and convince Ganyu to return home through words alone, the secretary’s devotion to performing her duties which she felt were to Rex Lapis as well as the people of Liyue often overriding her needs when she felt they weren’t as urgent. Taking Ganyu’s arm, she tried to pull her away from her desk, but the half-qilin was steadfast, remaining in her chair though the action did give her pause.

After a few moments of struggling, the violet haired girl decided she was tired enough and switched tactics. “If you are to keep devoting yourself to your work you will burn out sooner or later, it’s your responsibility to-”

“Take care of myself as it is Rex Lapis’s,” her sentence was interrupted with a yawn, “will that all of the creatures under his dominion not suffer unnecessarily,” the cry wielder finished. Just as Keqing knew her habits like the back of her hand, the girl knew the exact tactics she would use to counter her. Sort of like a little ritual they both had, neither changing up their actions too much as similar things played out every time and in the end whatever the most helpful result for both of them was would come to be.

Finally letting herself be pulled up and away from her chair, Ganyu let Keqing tiredly walk the both of them to her apartment. After realizing that neither of them spent much time at home, free time usually spent strolling through the harbor or land just outside of the city, the two of them had agreed that sharing rent for a single apartment was a good option as neither of them spent much time at home anyways.

The walk back was rather quick, a few turns through some alleys cutting the time down by a bit. No one dared accost them partially due to Liyue’s general lack of violent crime among its citizens, most of it being things of mercantile nature, but the fact that the two of the most combat capable girls in Liyue walked this way together drove away any would be attackers that might have otherwise been waiting during the odd hours of the night.

Halfway through the walk, the Yuheng had to jostle her partner slightly, the girl falling asleep on her shoulder while somehow still continuing to walk. As smoothly as ever, Ganyu materialized the key to the apartment from her pocket, unlocking the door before kicking off her shoes near the entrance and collapsing onto the couch.

“How ironic that you were insistent on continuing work yet also pass out the moment we get inside,” Keqing teased, locking the door behind her as she entered. “Sleeping on the couch would be worse for your health and there is a perfectly good bed just down the hall.”

She was only greeted by the sound of soft snoring, but the sound of metal cutting through the air as she materialized her sword and swung it experimentally, careful not to damage any of the paintings hung on the wall by the sleeping girl, was enough to cause jolt her awake and go towards the bedroom.

“I’ve napped in less pleasant positions before, any rest is better than no rest.”

“Good rest is better than mediocre rest, and none of your naps last more than an hour at the very best so you’re not left in a bad position for very long,” the sword wielder countered, dismissing her blade before following after her roommate.

The room was rather small, fitting only a bed as most of it was occupied with shelves that had neatly organized novels and merchandise along them. While Ganyu had a taste for more traditionally artistic depictions of Liyuen history and was comfortable leaving up paintings depicting various adepti and famous scenes along the walls. Her partner was more discreet due to the nature of her interests. Several plushies and figures of Rex Lapis were propped up in the shelves, the books accompanying them being various modern written interpretations and original tales written about Liyue’s archon.

The both of them collapsed into bed, having simultaneously silently agreed that the matters of changing clothes and bathing would be handled in the morning.

“Nnggh,” Ganyu mumbled as she tried to get settled among the sheets. Annoyed by her struggling, the purple haired girl grabbed her and settled her into her embrace, careful to avoid tearing the sheets or herself on the horns that were nestled in her blue locks.

Seemingly satisfied by the change in position, both of them were able to settle down comfortably. Nuzzling her face into the top of Ganyu’s head, Keqing mumbled out a quiet good night, heart warming at the mumbled response she got almost immediately after.

Some of the less oblivious residents of Liyue Harbor had been able to read the signs of their relationship, neither parties involved in it falling into that category unfortunately. Rather, they were too caught up in their work to notice fully, and if the current arrangement was nice and neither of them thought the other minded (in reality both of them enjoyed it). Whether they cuddled together as they fell asleep or went shopping together with the purple haired girl tugging on the sleepy girl’s hand to drag her to the next stall or when they sat together outside of Wanmin restaurant and shared a quick meal, it was just the way it was.

...

“At the end she sounded like your big sister there,” the traveller remarked as Ganyu left the restaurant.

The remark certainly hadn’t helped Keqing’s flustered state that had been brought on by Ganyu’s heartfelt compliment and request for the other two to take care of her.

“Ehh... just ignore her,” the violet eyed girl said, trying to change the subject to get back on task.

“Traveller, they’re dating” Xiangling, mildly exasperated at her friend’s inability to read the room when non-platonic feelings were concerned in any regard. That certainly didn’t help the situation, derailing it further as Keqing became even more embarrassed.

Panicking slightly due to never having confronted the possibility of dating the secretary before, she scrambled to correct what the navy haired girl had said. “We’re just roommates and coworkers we haven’t had the chance to talk this over yet,” she stuttered out, usually so eloquent with her words but it seemed the idea of labelling her relationship as dating was enough to short circuit the professional attitude she usually kept up and also left her completely unaware of the implications of what she had said.

The few passersby who had stopped at the sight of the crane Adeptus’s appearance and also taken in the resulting scene looked at Xiangling, sharing an expression of mutual of “they really haven’t noticed yet?” with her.

“Hey everyone! I just had an idea! It only occurred to me when that adeptus showed up. Do you think the Stove God could be an adeptus too?” Xiangling interrupted, deciding to metaphorically throw the panicking girl a bone before she could further reveal details on her and Ganyu’s private life on accident.

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Welcome to the Wangsheng Family!

This is a 1.5K word Hu Tao x fem!reader fic. Contains adult content. This is my first time writing yuri content so I hope you enjoy.

“So...am I hired?” I reclined from my hunched over position, hastily attempting to organize my papers. Today I sat before the director of the Wangsheng funeral parlor, Hu Tao, in the hopes of getting a job. After reviewing the papers, Hu Tao nodded, finally looking up at me. “You definitely meet the basic experience requirements, but I’d like to get to know you a bit more before making my decision,” she stated in a professional but friendly tone. “What do you mean?” I asked, taken off guard by the question; I had never made it this far in an interview, and it showed. “Well, you must be a strange soul to seek work at a funeral parlor. What brings you here?” she pressed on, an eyebrow quirked in my direction. “To be honest…” I started slowly, scared of revealing too much, “this is the last place left for me. Everywhere else I’ve applied has turned me down for one reason or another, which is why I really appreciate your consideration, miss Tao.”

“Peculiar indeed...well, your application shows you’re more than capable of handling this position-” she had only just started, but I was already jumping out of my seat in celebration. “Thank you so much Director, I promise to be a hard working employee for you” I felt tears start to form and reached for her hand, only to be met with a wagging finger and a mischievous look. “While you have some experience, I have to make certain you’re emotionally strong enough for this job; this line of work can be very taxing and I have to make sure you’re up to snuff” she finished, standing and looking down at me. She then explained to me that she would need to conduct some examinations on me as a test of my metal; had I been less desperate for the job, I might have given it all a second thought, but I was too afraid of her changing her mind to show any bit of hesitation. And so, with a final locking of the doors, I was subjected to Hu Tao and her onslaught of trials.

“Is all this...necessary?” After having agreed to her testing, Tao handed me a blindfold and asked me to wear it. She then explained she was going to apply different types of pressure to my spirit which may cause me to lash out, and so she told me to sit down and tied my hands behind the chair. “To fully bring out the essence of one’s soul, they must first be deprived of the material world and be relieved of their earthly desires” the Director said hauntedly over my shoulder, as if to be spooky and get a rise out of me. Though I could not see, I could definitely hear the things going on around me.

Especially the sudden breathing against my ear. 

“What are you-” I spoke out, startled by the sudden heat in my ear. “Hey, stop moving! You’ll ruin the ritual” she whispered hurriedly into my ear, hushing me. After a few moments, I felt what seemed to be her chin resting upon my shoulder, and with it came the brush of her hand up the sides of my arms. “Tell me,” she began to speak in a low hum, “what is your desire?” Truthfully, I did not have many desires left: I had already settled down in Liyue harbor, my debts had been paid off, I mostly had everything I needed-. “My my, you’re still a virgin?”

The question rang out in my head as blood rushed to my cheeks and made my face flush with embarrassment. “W-why does that matter?!” I stammered, though I already knew the answer in my heart. “To work here, you must be capable of freeing yourself of all desire,” she started, finally untying my blindfold, “and so, we’ll have to do something about this lust of yours.” At that moment, the look in Tao’s eyes changed to something more...enchanting; my entire body was lit ablaze under her gaze, with every new location she brushed her fingers against bringing new life to my skin. “Looks like you’ve finally loosened up” she said after some time, cheerily as ever, slowing her exploration of my body for a brief moment. Though I was still bound in my chair, I reveled in this moment; the director was right, this was exactly what I wanted, no, needed. I let out a long winded sigh as Tao traced the back of my head, resting her hand at the base of my neck with a coaxing but firm grip. Her thumb played at the base of my hairline as I tilted my head back to fully feel her touch, the feeling of being held ringing throughout my entire being. What I wasn’t ready for was the kiss.

Hu Tao leaned over my shoulder and planted a kiss, square on my lips. Shock overtook my body, swiftly followed by a maddening desire for more as she drew away; I nearly lept out of the seat, chasing after her fleeting lips. “Haha no need to rush, I’ll give you some more” she teased me, but I didn’t care anymore; all that mattered to me in that moment was having more of her to myself. Perhaps it was only minutes, or maybe hours and hours had passed already, but all I knew was that I was exhausted from the kissing alone. I was dizzy and light-headed, so when Hu Tao slipped from my side, I didn’t even notice. Only when I saw her little hat pop up at my lap did I realize, and the smile she wore told me there was much left in store for this “test”. “So,” she said, her eyes bright and smile wide, “are you ready for round two?” “Round...two…?” I was still attempting to catch up with everything going on but Hu Tao continued full steam ahead. Though I was still seated, she had no intention of stopping, raising my one leg over her shoulder, and pushing the other aside to give her more room. “It’s safe to assume this is your first time, right?” she hovered above my panties, breathing heavily and arousing me further. “Y-yeah, what about it?” I tried to sound confident, but my inexperience shined through as brightly as her eyes, enticing Tao to take advantage. “Well then…”

“Allow me to be your guide~”

She lifted my skirt with a look of anticipation written all over her face, followed by a more quizzical look. “Say, are you a vision user by any chance?” she asked, somewhat abruptly. “No, why?” I replied, equally as confused, though still awaiting more of her touch. She smiled wryly at me and continued, “It’s just so wet down here, I thought you surely couldn’t have been this excited by my kissing alone, you must be a hydro user. Glad to know I still have my touch.” Embarrassment once again coursed through my veins, with Hu Tao still sitting between my legs, attempting to console me while concealing her own laughter. 

“Ready?” she looked up at me with a strong gaze, crumpling any opportunity to defy her. I nodded meekly and watched as she descended once again to between my legs. A cold sensation suddenly began rubbing against my clit, contrasting heavily with the hot air being breathed along my thighs. Despite my attempts to contain my enjoyment, a moan of pleasure left my lips as the teasing continued. “My my, did you enjoy that? My hand is absolutely soaked!” Hu Tao giggled, removing her hand from the area and tracing my thighs with the tips of her fingers. The sensation was so stimulating I got goosebumps all along my skin, begging to be touched, teased, and toyed with more. Once I was amply excited again, Tao gripped the sides of my drenched panties and slowly pulled them off, as if to remind me she was in control this entire time. “I think,” she said, hovering dangerously close to my sensitive pussy, “it’s time I dig in.”

The moment her tongue entered me, I screamed as I came. Not once had I ever considered myself a “quick shot”, but in that moment the stimuli got to me and Hu Tao showed now mercy; she continued her attack on my sensitive parts, alternating between her fingers and her tongue, forcing me to cum many, many times. At some point she doubled up on her assault, using her tongue on my clit and reaching deep into my pussy with her fingers, drawing out an aggressive moan from me and completely draining me of all my stamina. The cycle went on for hours: Attack, Cum, Tease, Repeat. And I loved every second of it.

By the time she had finished, I was drenched in sweat and my own fluids, fatigue overcoming my every muscle. “Seems like you’ll be a great fit here” the Director stated, standing up to face me. I gazed up at her as she placed a hand on my bare chest, leaned in, and kissed me. The feeling lingered on my lips as she made her way towards the door. “You start next Monday” she said behind her, halfway through the door. “T-thank you ma’am” I called after her, scrambling to get my clothes back on.

And that’s the story of how I got a job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Todaloo~

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My girlfriend will outlive me but that’s okay because I love her

Yanfei x Gender Neutral!Reader

1.5k words. Fluffy-ish writing with reader and Yanfei just talking. Tiny bit angsty since there’s some talk of Yanfei’s lifespan being a lot longer than the average human’s.

The rather loud bustling of the streets as the remaining day stalls became more loud in an effort to attract any last customers to their wares before they set up shop for the night was muted to the pair that strolled down its streets. Usually interested in the goods themselves, you and Yanfei had decided to pass on any actual shopping that particular evening in favor of simply taking in the environment of the harbor which was relaxing in its own way with the familiar clamor of the environment.

Despite instigating this outing, wanting to get out after finally finishing a particularly hard job, she was uncharacteristically quiet. For the last few days she had excused herself from the usual excursions around the harbor you two shared, the emotional drain from the child custody case she had taken on leaking into her non-work life. It wasn’t like you could have just told her to care less or to try and let it affect her less, Yanfei loved her work and her dedication and investment in each and every case was what made her so good as a legal adviser. The downside was just that in emotionally charged cases she tended to struggle a bit, the lack of a real definite cut and dry answer or compromise proving taxing on her as no amount of investigation would solve it.

Gently nudging her to catch her attention, she met your gaze. “Something weighing you down?. Even if we weren’t dating I’d still listen to you as your friend. You can always talk to me,” The offer hung in the air for a few moments, the silence bringing up concerns that perhaps it had sounded demanding.

Before you could fret too much, however, she responded. “In a way, yes. It’s a rather heavy topic so let’s discuss it at the end and just enjoy our evening out.” Yanfei’s tone was matter of fact, leaving no room for discussion on the matter for the time being. At least whatever was affecting her wasn’t doing so to the point where she was unable to compose herself quickly like she usually did.

Still not quite sure if she was really okay, you reached and held her hand like you normally did, giving a reaffirming squeeze to it which was reciprocated.

“Now come on, everything will close by the time you get to the stall if you keep on being this slow,” she pestered as she took the lead in moving through the street, letting go of your hand in favor of emoting while she spoke.

“We go to the night market, it’s just becoming sundown.”

“It’ll be well past morning at the rate you’re walking, and if we hold up any stalls who are nice enough to still be open by the time you make it there at that snail’s pace that would be a violation of the ordinance on stall times that requires they only be set up at their allotted time slots, of their own choosing of course.” She was evidently teasing you, her exaggerated nagging tone giving that away easily. As she turned back to make a face at you of mock exasperation at your still average walking pace, you surprised her by having moved right next to her.

“I’m not moving that slow and I won’t lose track of you. Not everyone in Liyue has bright pink hair and is even half as energetic as you.”

Unsurprisingly, she was only surprised for half a second at best before she had a retort lined up. As the two of you continued your walk, playfully arguing while pointing out various wares to each other and occasionally checking out stalls, the warm yellow of streetlamps slowly grew stronger.

It had quieted down for the night, or perhaps it was the place where the two of you had decided to settle at, a patch of grass on the terrace overlooking the harbor, by the time your legs had begun protesting and Yanfei had conceded to stop for the night and rest.

A warm kind of silence filled the air as you rested against each other, the kind that just settled unspoken and naturally.

“Regarding what was bothering me earlier, it was nothing much or perhaps it’d be more prudent to say nothing that will be of pressing importance anytime soon,” she began. Pausing before continuing, she looked at you for affirmation to continue and that you were listening. Not wanting to really verbalize a response and interrupt what she had going on any further, you nodded to indicate your attention. “While I have little fears of children or us separating and whatnot, unlike the case I just dealt with, it did bring some fears to light for me that hadn’t really come to the forefront of my thoughts before.”

She took an extra moment to prepare her words as she turned to fully face you. “There is no doubt in my mind that I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, our long withstanding friendship and now romantic relations a testament to that fact, the fears of your inevitably passing as my lifespan theoretically should far exceed yours are present.”

Yanfei raised her hand in a motion to indicate for you to stay quiet right as you were about to say something, she knew you too well and a small smile broke across your face at that despite the rather heavy conversation topic.

“However, I am not someone who is willing to let the upsides of life pass me by in favor of cowering in fear of what will happen. I’ve thought this through, though not much as the answer was already evident from the start, but I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you and even if that isn’t possible I will do my best. I hope you feel the same.”

Flustered at her words, you were at a loss of words for a moment. Upon seeing your reaction, Yanfei’s expression once again relaxed from the previous serious face she had been wearing, the same one she used to mask her anxiety during her work which was enough to betray her true feelings to you despite how calm she appeared.

“Yeah, I love you a lot too, which is what I’m going to assume that’s what you meant. I won’t lie, I have thought about it before but you’re right that it’s a long way off. Let’s just enjoy the time we have together, and I’ll be sure to make good memories for you to remember” Deciding to counterattack in light of her smug expression, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her cheek, the scent of flower perfume and the fried food stalls you had visited together mixed in a rather strange but comfortingly familiar way.

From there, the conversation naturally flowed back to what it usually was, ending with Yanfei standing up and brushing her skirt off.

“With that off my shoulders, I feel up to doing another investigation. I got a request for another case as I was exiting the courthouse earlier today and was already given the downpayment for it,” she began, the usual glimmer in her eyes back in full force which you were more than happy to see.

“Is it another case of false advertising at another stand selling trinkets?” you sighed, tone laced with tiredness that was only mostly fake. “I thought today was supposed to be resting as time off from your last case?”

“That was yesterday, it’s already a new day. The peace and prosperity of Liyue won’t stand without people there to keep everything in order.”

“It also won’t go away if you decide to take a day or 2 off.”

“Oh hush and help me find out what place was selling those frost jade crystals, I have a feeling they’re false as they didn’t seem to have cryo energy within them and the only really nearby source of them that’s reliable is shipments from Snezhnaya and whatever the traveller brings from the cryo enemies in Monstadt. Neither of those two have relations with the seller which is exceedingly suspicious,” she began, already involved and trying to get an angle on the situation. It was cute, but it’d be even cuter if she wasn’t already halfway down the stairs to the main part of the harbor while you had been distracted trying to figure out what she was trying to investigate.

“I’m hurrying up, I’ve got it,” you called out just as she turned around to probably call on you, mirroring how she had quieted you before when she anticipated your response. As you rushed to get off the ground and not fall down the stairs, you almost fell.

“If you die early from chasing after me and falling down the stairs I will personally not let your soul leave your body. Now hurry up and be careful, the sun is rising soon,” Yanfei teased, turning back around and sprinting down the stairs rather gracefully. Benefits of being alive for hundreds of years included knowing the exact architecture of Liyue Harbor and how to sprint down stairs without tripping it seemed. Sighing, you called out to your girlfriend as you ran after her though you were still smiling.

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Do you write female readers? Like fem x fem?

Mod HoH works mainly with gender neutral or male readers but they're willing to give fem!readers a shot if that's okay with you/if you'd like.

I've written fem x fem before but I'm not too confident in my characterization of female characters in general.

Thanks for the ask, feel free to send in any requests and whatnot. There's only 1 short fic in the works right now that should be out soon ^^

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Femdom Chilumi post

This is a follow up, near 700 word post following the night of the last post (called Sub Lumine post cause the world needs this). I took a different approach to this one and wrote in the third person, hopefully that isn’t too bad. As with the last post, this contains Adult content.

As morning light leaked into the bedroom, Childe began to rustle awake. “Morning ojou-” he started, but soon was cut off by the sharp change in his surroundings. For starters, his arms and legs were splayed out on the bed, bound by various bedsheets. On top of all this, Lumine was no longer beside him. “So, you’re finally awake.” A soft voice drew his attention to the corner of the room where a half clothed Lumine sat in a chair, staring him down with sadistic glee filled eyes. “S-say, what’s the meaning of this?” Childe asked wearily, though the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. “You made this a battle, and you know how much I hate losing” she started towards him, her yellow eyes lazily taking in the expanse of his exposed chest, “so I think it’s my turn to...counter attack.” Lumine sauntered towards the defenseless harbinger and, with the drawing of the blinds, let her revenge commence. 

Though a smile still hung loosely to his face, a bead of sweat began rolling down the side of Childe’s temple, his muscles tense and at the ready. “Oh relax” Lumine began, spreading her hand up the expanse of his chest “I won’t hurt you-”. Childe let out a low sigh, relief spreading through his body and loosening his muscles. “-much” she finished as she reached the height of his chest, pinching down on Tartaglia’s nipples. The yelp that ensued only excited Lumine further, causing her to play with his chest more and more, teasing him until his skin became blemished with light red.

 “Had enough already?” Lumine pressed on in his ear, using her anemo resonance to send soft winds across his entire body, tickling his ear and hair. “Alright alright...you win” Childe swallowed his pride for the moment, his senses gone completely awry at Lumine’s onslaught. “Aww, thank you~” she said happily, slinking herself down his body and towards his crotch. “What are you-” he started, but Lumine stopped him with a finger. “No victory is complete without a proper reward.”

“I’ll be taking this” she said, taking out Tartaglia’s dick from within his boxers. Concern spread across his face as she toyed with it in her hands, all the while never dropping eye contact with her prey. As she continued to play with him, Childe asked for mercy multiple times. “Can’t we maybe reconsider? We don’t need to go this far-” he carried on, but Lumine was having none of it. “It’s my turn” she mimicked his growl from the night before and gripped his balls all in one motion, silencing Tartaglia and any hope of escaping her wrath. After what seemed like hours of torture, Lumine’s touch had left Childe. Confusion ran through him as he searched the room for her, anxiety ramping up as he feared for what she had in-store. “I think this is enough” a voice to his right said; Lumine had suddenly appeared, mounting Childe with a sly look on her face. 

“Onto the main course” she continued in a low voice. Straightening him out for herself, Lumine positioned herself right above his dick, hovering just above it’s tip. “Hey” she leaned forward, whispering into his ear, “I love you.” And with that final statement, Lumine dropped onto his vulnerable penis, relishing in both the sensation and the look of strain on Childe’s face. “What happened to all that bravado a few hours ago” she panted out, beginning to move up and down with no signs of stopping anytime soon. “You think I’ll lose to this-” Childe began in protest but was cut off by Lumine’s hand as she picked up speed. With his last shreds of consciousness, Childe watched as Lumine enjoyed his body to the max, yellow eyes never wavering from his own.

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Sub Lumine post cause the world needs this

An almost 700 word Chilumi post. Contains adult content so be warned. Following Lumine’s POV because it’s easier to write, I will write Lumine posts for the entire internet to see if I must.

“If you think this is how I’ll fall to you, you’ve got another thing coming!” I shouted over our combined pants for breath, clothes and sheets falling to the side as we continued wrapping ourselves further in each other. Childe, being the competitive man he is, gripped my bare hip with one hand and with the other forced me under him with a swift push. “Say, ojou-chan, how many times have you lost to me before?” “I...uhh...twic-” I began to respond but was abruptly cut off by a hand covering my mouth and a sudden thrust inside of me. “Add one,” the harbinger continued in a low, assertive growl as he moved his free hand to grip my breast and the other to guide my side. “Well then…”

“Amuse me.”

I doubt Madam Ping expected this to be how I used the Realm Dispatch but, then again, neither did I. I often spoke with my friends about the new device but none were more interested in exploring my home than Childe. He insisted on seeing how I lived, saying it would be “a fine opportunity to learn more about you” and so naturally, I obliged.

“Say, what’s in that room?” he pointed down one of the corridors on the first floor, intrigued. I shrugged slightly and opened the door to the room, my bedroom. Regret immediately made my face flush as I had forgotten to tidy up the area; sheets were strewn in every direction, shoes out of place, clothes hanging out of half open drawers, it was an entire murder scene. “Quite the unique aesthetic you’ve got going, ojou-chan” he said teasingly, and moved for the dresser to help clean up. “No no, I got it, I’ll only be a minute” I stopped him hurriedly and began tidying up as fast as possible. It took a few minutes but had I nearly finished, making my final stop at the foot of my bed. However, as I pulled the sheets up off the ground, I was suddenly enwrapped in a forceful embrace and dragged down towards the bed. It only took a moment for me to realize what had occurred as I glanced upwards, meeting Childe’s cheeky smile and deep blue eyes. 

“Ya know, you could’ve said something before I had finished cleaning” I said playfully, ready for a break from the work. Without saying a word, he made his way into the crook of my neck with his face, using his gloved hands to caress my sides and make his way up to the sides of my chest. A small sigh escaped me as I stretched my arms upwards, accepting his advances with open arms. He kissed deep into my neck, lighting my body ablaze as my back arched, giving him the perfect opportunity to relieve me of my shirt. I felt a trail of kisses flow down to my tummy as a cold finger toyed just above my clit, filling me with anticipation and desire. 

Tartaglia continued to toy with me for what felt like ages, leaving me a mess and gasping for breath. Having finally been given a moment of respite, I propped myself up just in time to see Tartaglia finish taking off his pants, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t realize you were going bottomless today,” I managed to say, although the sight of him managed to take my breath away. As he moved back onto the bed, he got close to my ear and whispered “don’t worry, I won’t be bottomless for long,” wedging himself between my legs and laying atop me, still in the nude. 

As he prepared himself for what was to come, I could only lay there, staring up at his deep blue eyes in perfect concentration. I felt the tip of his dick rubbing against me as he sized me up, eyes filled with determination and lust. “Times like this are rare…” he breathed into my ear, moments before I bubbled over from anticipation, “so don’t you dare disappoint me.”

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Dom Lumine post cause the world needs this

A short, sub 400 word horny post for Lumine. Non-nsfw but contains implications. I like the idea of a dominant Lumine and decided to write on it, since I don’t see much content like this.

“Lumine we can’t-” she silenced you off with a finger pressed to your lip followed by a stare that would stop the heart of a lion. On this trip back from Inazuma, you and many others wanted to celebrate the traveller in her successful communication with Baal by throwing a party on a cruise boat. Diluc, Mona, and even Jean made time to come along, inviting many friends and commoners for the occasion, yourself included. You did not expect things to go this way. After the main party, everyone was excused to their rooms with yours being on the lower levels, below the deck. As you opened your door, a grab from behind forced you forward, followed by the sound of a door closing. Your hands were still held above your head as you fell forward into the bed; turning your head, out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Lumine’s deep, yellow eyes inches from your back. Although being thin in figure, her weight pressed you down into the sheets, allowing her to lean in and whisper: “It’s been months since I last got to enjoy myself, consider yourself lucky.” She flipped me over onto my back, making the only degree of separation your thin white button down. Silently, Lumine crept up your chest like a spider, wedging her head between neck and shoulder, breathing deeply into the crevice all the while undoing your buttons one-by-one, sliding her hand lower and lower into you. Although still restraining you with one hand, her other hand gentle caresses you, making its way back up to your chest, positioned between the two pecs. “I learned a little something from Inazuma” she breathed into your neck, now making her way back down, stopping on your belly and drawing circles with her fingers. Comfort overtook you as you lowered your guard to the traveler…

Of course, that couldn’t be all. A shock ran through your body, making your jump in surprise. Lumine suddenly moved herself to face you, feeling her way down to your nether regions. “Looks like someone’s excited” she said lightly yet sadistically, forcefully kissing you as she sent more electric currents down your spine and shocking your dick to life. Your last memory of the night was the feeling of helplessness as she gathered elemental energy and prepared for a long, long ride back to Mondstat.

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Masterlist

This will be updated periodically. If we’ve forgotten feel free to send a request for us to do so.

Tired Diluc Fluff

Dom Lumine

Sub Lumine (Chilumi)

Femdom Lumine (Chilumi)

Yanfei x Reader

Keqing x Ganyu

Tentacle Lumine (Chilumi)

Abyssal Light Shine (Lumichi)

Yandere KaiMas

[thirstyfortaglines]

Soft Diluc (who needs to get some rest smh)

1k words. Kinda fluffy? Not sure what to call it there’s no real plot, just a bit of wholesome. He’s just a tired boi and reader makes him feel better in a wholesome way.

He wasn’t exactly hunched over his desk per se, good posture being something that had been ingrained into him due to his upbringing. However, no other word you could think of seemed fitting for describing how he had been working at his desk for so long just reading paperwork and occasionally signing off on any documents that required it.

Making your presence more known, he hadn’t bothered looking up when you opened the door moments earlier, you made your way to his desk and leaned on it. The setting sun shone into the room from an angle, not blinding within the room but still providing a rather substantial backlighting to Diluc as he worked. Some of his wilder strands that strayed from his ponytail gleamed with an almost reddish-gold tint in the light, bobbing ever so slightly. Seeing as he had still yet to tear his attention from his work, you decided a little messing with him was allowed.

As you shifted your position to fully standing which freed your hands, you reached out and played with one of his curls, tugging gently on it. His reaction was immediate, nearly dropping the quill that he had been holding as he instinctively reached to grab whatever had touched him. The gloved hand that had nearly grabbed your lower arm, probably with what would have been a more than healthy amount of force, lowered as he tamped down the instinct. He had already been aware of your presence in the room but he hadn’t exactly expected you to pull on his hair, even as gently as you had.

“Did you need something?” Diluc asked, finally turning to face you. When he was in the relative isolation of the winery, he tended to let his guard down slightly. Instead of bothering to fully recompose himself to the default stoic expression he wore in public, his expression remained tinged with surprise and his cheeks a little flushed.

“Just worried about when you’re going to rest. It’s been a while and you also have work after this.” Your hand moved to run your fingers through his hair. How he shivered slightly at that was adorable. He was sensitive to the subtlest touches involving his hair. Frowning slightly at your response, he pulled away from your touch slightly.

“There’s work to be done as much as I wish I could relax,” he sighed, traces of exhaustion evident in his voice. Reaching across the desk, he picked up a half emptied glass of grape juice, running his finger along the rim. He nearly dropped it however when you wrapped your arms around him. You had pulled him against your body, the sudden closeness making him tense before he relaxed into your hold.

Right before you were about to let go, Diluc’s right arm wrapped around your waist while his left hand shifted your own to atop his head. An expectant look was in his eyes when he gazed up at you. Truly despite having been forced to grow up so fast, he was still childish in many ways though you wouldn’t complain about this method of seeking your attention. Even if it was unbefitting of him and he’d never even kiss your cheek in public much less hold you this close to himself, it was enjoyable to indulge his rather forward desires for affection in private.

Hand buried in his fluffy locks, you combed your hand through his hair, indulging in the soft humming sound he made at the physical intimacy. After a few moments, unfortunately, he was the one to pull away. He was noticeably less exhausted, seemingly refreshed just by the reprieve you had brought him.

“I’ll go now. Don’t push yourself too hard,” you said as you brushed yourself off, moving to exit the room. It was best to just let him finish his day work. While what he did at night was mostly a mystery, how often collapsed into your shared bed in the early hours of the morning, definitively more bruised than he had left and the scent of smoke often on his clothes, it wasn’t hard to guess.

As you opened the door, however, his voice called out to you. “Wait, thank you. Your care for me is much appreciated and know that I’d do the same for you if need be.” Ah, his way of saying he cared about you indirectly. With how short and forward his words were it would be expected that he’d outright state his feelings but he preferred to express them indirectly instead. It was touches and soft assurances usually, but the occasional slightly more direct verbal reminder was nice as well.

“If you want to do the same for me then finish your work early so we can spend tomorrow afternoon together.” After replying, you walked out. As the door softly closed behind you, Diluc sighed and leaned back into his chair. The embarrassment he had felt from his actions earlier was hitting him full force now. He loved you so much and archons he was so lucky to have someone who understood his words through intent and not literal meaning. The fact you indulged his desire to be close to you as well still surprised him sometimes, you really were just perfect for him.

Stretching slightly, he focused back on his work, efforts redoubled as he was determined to finish up the rest of the paperwork involving the management and shipments regarding the winery. While he wouldn’t be able to spend tonight with you, his vigilante work wasn’t something that he could simply do ahead of time, clearing out any work that would take up time tomorrow would let him spend more time just enjoying your presence with less stress.

While he worked, the sun was already starting to set behind him as he lit a deskside candle with a quick snap of his fingers, his thoughts occasionally drifted to what he would do with you tomorrow. It had been quite a while since the two of you had a chance to go out besides the occasional day spent lounging outside while reading from his rather extensive library collection. Maybe an excursion to somewhere in the town where it was livelier was in order. He smiled ever so slightly at the thought.