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[mydiluc]

彡 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

It’s been a long day, perhaps even more than that. But there’s nothing like falling into the arms of the one who can get your mind off of things — or in other words, your lover fucks you until you cry. 

❤︎ cast: jing yuan, blade, ratio, mydei x fem reader

warnings: smut, hurt/comfort vibes, established relationships, creampies, manhandling, fingering, bath sex, desktop sex, crying - HONESTLY THESE ARE V SOFT 🥺 around 5k words. 18+ ONLY MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Jing Yuan

It was rather thoughtless to ever believe that Jing Yuan was not the type to be able to see very clearly through whatever wall you were trying to put up. The smiles you flashed him, avoiding the glimmering gold of his fond gaze when he ran a hand across your tight and taught shoulders, tensing when his fingers brushed along them. You were not one to brush him off, but today you were neatly folded in on yourself against the corner of the couch, watching the finches flutter from the window but not with any indication of wanting to see their happy winged flaps — but just to ruminate on whatever was clearly bothering you.

At the third sigh, the third “I’m alright, Jing Yuan, it’s nothing.” the man who is a picture of patience itself had resorted to a gentle grasp at your delicate ankle, a squeeze to it that finally snapped you from your thoughts and had you staring at your husband. His thumb gently stroked your ankle bone while the smile on his face was knowing, but not any less sharp as you blinked rapidly at his closeness.

“Little rabbit, I implore you not to lie to me. I quite enjoy our honesty with each other.”

You swallowed, inhaling deeply and slowly, then a smile like a grimace,

“I really am okay.”

You did not expect for the General to grasp your ankle a little harder, as a means to tug you quickly and harshly across the couch. You yelped loudly, the finches happily fluttering outside now scattered from the noise, your body laying on the comfort of the plush couch with your ankle still in hand of Jing Yuan but now held in the air as he effortlessly climbed between your body. Your other leg parted for him, as such a broad presence only could do for him to settle with his crotch close to yours. Your little dress naturally was pushed up at the sudden manhandling, showing him your panties. It didn’t matter that you were with this man for awhile now that still the exposure had your face hot.

He tutted at you, which always irritated you in a way, as it meant you had already lost. Jing Yuan, your clever strategist, your ever watchful General and how he so often was able to pull out whatever ruse you were trying to hide. Such frustration came with softened edges, because really it was all from how he loved you so.

“I would like for you to tell me the truth, unless you would like for me to pull it from you myself? Your body does tend to react quite..sensitively to my methods, wouldn’t you agree?” Jing Yuan mused, your eyes flitted down to see his large shaft, half hard in his trousers. You gulped shamefully, knowing that this entire situation had your pussy aching and wet despite the uproar of emotions going on in your head, the gusset of your underwear uncomfortably sticking to your lips.

He’s about to devour you, rightfully so, when you sniffle. Jing Yuan, whose eyes have not left your sweet face, watches you beg for him. So softly, meek and weak.

“I need you, Jing Yuan.”

Ah, he smiled, chuckling softly through his nostrils and not minding at all when you groaned and swatted his shoulder for it. He was all too happy to remind you how important you have always been in his life — such an old man as himself was not going to take advantage of your sweet soul.

He helped peel your sodden panties off first, a wide palm gliding down your inner thigh to press you open just a little more. You felt your pussy flutter at his touch that didn’t quite reach the place you wanted, but in your distraction your lover nosed at your cheek, prompting you to meet his gaze. He always looked at you so fondly it nearly made your body seize with shyness, only a whimper of his name said before he was kissing you.

He allowed his lips to tentatively work yours open, swallowing down every one of your whimpers and little sighs. Your fingers reached down to toy with the zipper of his pants, gliding along the hardness throbbing against his thigh until he smiled against your mouth and helped you pull his hefty cock from its confines. His tip was at your entrance, tacky and weeping with pre as he started to press into you. It was always a stretch, but always worth it.

“Please…” you murmured into his mouth, lashes fluttering at another tiny push of his fat cock splitting you. Jing Yuan’s broad figure was hunched over you, his starlight hair a curtain around your face when you cried out at his heavy, full sheath into your cunt in one mighty stroke. You nearly passed out at the knock of him against your cervix, but your lover did not allow it. He kissed you ardently, his hands sliding down to beneath your ass cheeks where with each handful he hoisted your bottom half up to meet the thudding smacks of his hips meeting yours.

“You were withholding things from me, but know that I won’t let you run from me. I love you too much for that, do you understand?” he grunted with his jaw clenched at his punctured thrusts. You were so wet and pliant, nodding with your nails digging into his scarred skin.

You being squished on the couch under him, you had nowhere to go and no choice but to moan into his shoulder, your ass in his hold and shoving you onto his cock over and over — you were always so in awe of his well placed stamina, leaving you shaking and screaming. Much like you hoped today would end the same.

But instead, because of the overwhelming feeling of it all, being in his arms after fighting with yourself so much, you began to cry. Jing Yuan cooed, settling your ass back down against the couch and his thumb finding your swollen clit in one swift movement.

“Let it all out, little one. I’ll catch you.” he promised, the press of his thumb harder on your slippery clit and cock still wrecking your insides.

You wailed, back arching as far as it could muster while still being pressed against Jing Yuans chest, tears so rapidly falling down your cheeks and voice growing raspy as you tightened around him with your face in his neck. He groaned deeply, the sound of a powerful man so enthralled with you dizzying, kissing and mouthing at your hot wet face while you shook at his cock still fucking you until he met his climax with a full body shiver. You were so warm, being filled with his creamy seed and his bulky body settling over yours with a gentleness only Jing Yuan could muster. You shuddered in his arms, still sniffling and sobbing quietly, unwilling to let him move away from you.

Jing Yuan kissed to side of your head, whispering I love you as you cried and allowed your previously withheld vulnerability fall away with him.

“Anything you are going through, we will do so together. Such is my vow, that I take very seriously you know.” Jing Yuan murmured, nuzzling against the side of your face as your breathing settled. You nodded again,

“I’ll try to be better about it Jing Yuan.”

He kissed your lips and when he gave you again his sweetly knowing smile, you felt more tears begin to well up.

“And if you have trouble, I have no qualms doing this again to aid you.” and at that, you laughed, a smile vivid and real and beautiful.

That was really all he wanted, and while you needed the reminder that it was all possible again to feel this way.

Blade

If ever there were a man who was more than willing and able to notice the little things about you, Blade would find him and insist with a blank but steady stare at how he was in fact, more so than that. He was oddly kind, someone from a nightmare when you first encountered him. All shadows and scowls and a stormy past that caught you admittedly off guard with his tender hand and need to keep you close with a kiss to your temple or a plate of cut up fruit set wordlessly beside you. He was aware that even now you still kept a lot of your heart from him, and in fairness he too sometimes expressed difficulty in showing all of his heart. But he was resolved to continue to love you thoroughly, and it made a wounded man such as him exceedingly glad to be loved in return by you. It was no surprise then that in Blades perception he knew you were struggling and in an awkward but endearing way he approached you with a pinch to your chin to lift your gaze up to him.

You frowned, eyes darting away from his sharp red gaze and he sighed deeply as he sat down beside you, pulling you suddenly into his lap and uncaring of your protesting whine.

“Something is bothering you.” he stated simply into the side of your neck. His knees spread and in turn spread your knees too where you were seated in his lap, bandaged hands settled on your thighs, but you just huffed softly with your head still turned away.

“I just…I had a long day.” you said quietly, and a little annoyed too if Blade heard correctly. He didn’t like the sound of it, your apprehension and frustration had your heart thudding but your body tired. His palms stroked your legs, down to your knee and back up your thighs again in a comforting manner.

“Blade…” you said softly, adjusting yourself on his lap with your ass pressed against his crotch. His hands on your thighs creeped up, and you’d felt the way he inhaled your scent with his face in your neck,

“Will you make me feel better?” you asked, the words coming out warbled and wet, shyly turning towards your lover. Blade looked at you with low and shadowed eyes, nodding solemnly before he leaned in for a kiss.

From the angle, kissing him was difficult, and different — however knowing Blade you dared not move from his lap and kissed him anyway, letting him grunt into your mouth and then nuzzle his nose against your cheek to bring his kisses down to your neck. All this time you writhed slowly in his lap, just enough to feel his cock hardening against your back but Blades steeled hands didn’t let you tease much longer.

Instead he spread your legs wider with his knees and his fingers went to the gusset of your underwear. You’d only been wearing a comfortable little nightgown, something easy and cool on a warm night. So with your sleepwear disheveled and your panties growing more and more sopping with your essence, your chest arched and nipples strained against the fabric as Blade stroked a finger up and down your clothed slit. Your head fell back to settle in his shoulder, eyes fluttered shut.

“You will have to tell me what’s on your mind eventually girl.” Blade said calmly, letting his finger press down a little harder to hear you gasp.

You nodded, “I…I will Blade, just please…” you sighed, his fingertips rubbing at your clit through the fabric, the sensation making you hazy.

“Please what?” he responded quietly, fingers still against your core.

“Please make me feel better. Please keep touching me…”

Blade grunted in that deeply, taking two fingers to pull your panties to the side while his other hand went to cup your cunt. You hissed at the lack of touch, but he then brought up his middle finger to part your soaked pussy, stopping his fingertip right at your clit to pet at it. Your thighs trembled when he began to stroke your slit, pausing to press at your clit here and slipping his finger inside you there. He changed his middle finger to his middle and ring finger then, sliding them all the way in while you keened and gushed into his palm. The way he stroked your insides with his fingers, thrusting them absurdly fast and precise — only a testament of the way he was always so attentive to you, left your hands grasping at his wrist though entirely unsuccessful to get his ministrations to slow down.

With the pleasurable pressure building between your legs, your back bowed as Blade finally brought his other hand in to play, swiping and pinching your clit until you began to squeal. You gasped pitifully until your head swam and your face grew hotter at the sensation and tears then surprisingly began to quickly steam down your cheeks. You came with a sharp cry, Blades fingers still working inside you. Dripping down his wrist and tacky from your release, pussy fluttering around his digits while your sobbing gasps left your throat dry.

You went limp after your orgasm, shaking and crying in his arms. Blade withdrew his fingers from you, watching the shimmering gossamer threads of your bliss sticking to him until breaking lewdly before he turned you in his lap, your cheek against his chest while you trembled. Your tears soaked his bandages and you sniffled that you would help him change them soon, and to your surprise you heard a lighthearted snort come from Blade. You blinked up at him, and he wiped at your wet eyes with his knuckle,

“This is not about me. It’s about making you feel better. Do not try to change the subject.”

“I wasn’t…”

“You were, and I will not allow you to forget that I am here for you in whatever way you should desire.” he retorts, keeping you pressed into his sturdy hold. You nodded weakly, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Okay Blade, thank you for the reminder.” you said quietly, curling into his lap even more. Blade sat still until your breathing evened out and you were asleep, tears dried on your cheeks and your lips parted in happy slumber, not seeing his slight smile down at you.

Ratio

To be loved by Veritas Ratio, meant to be seen. Even on the days you admittedly, did not want to be. You could hide your every bad or ugly thought the best you could, opting to smile and giggle until the doctor was cupping your cheeks and nearly glaring at you for not being honest with him, and even with yourself in his desire as your lover to at the very least make you aware of his want to be there for you. So maybe on occasion, because of that, you don’t fight it.

Even if it means you’re embarrassed and your hands are clammy, cheeks warm and heart thudding. You’d had a terrible week, feeling drained in every sense of the word and if you didn’t do something soon, you were positive you were going to collapse from heartache. Ratio was seated at his desk, reading to no one’s surprise, ever beautiful and concentrated and he had told you many times that he had no issue with you interrupting his work or reading if you needed his time. But still, it was difficult to muster the courage to go to him, for numerous reasons.

“Are you going to come here or shall you stare at me a little longer?” he remarked, not looking up from the page he was on. But when you didn’t come forward he closed the book and looked to you, holding out his hand to beckon you nearer.

You came to him not fully out of obedience you told yourself, but because you really did need him. Ratio cupped your cheek and his thumb found your bottom lip, tilting his head with a pinched brow to gaze at you most inquisitively. He waited with patience, much more than he offered most. Your eyes wavered, but you rocked forward on your toes until your lips collided with his, gently enough to show your shyness but bold enough to captivate him as his arm wound around your waist and he deepened the kiss in return. Your breaths became heavy, lips locking and your hands threading into his hair.

“To what do I owe this affection?” he mused against your mouth. You were backed against his desk now, nearly sitting atop of it.

“I just…I really need you, Veritas.” your breathing is rasped, low as you shakily admit the words to him. You resolve not to tear up, but he catches the twitch of your brow and the way your lips fight to go down into a sad frown. He hums, kissing you assuredly and petting at your sides while you hug him closer.

“And just what are you particularly needing my dear? Something tells me you would like more…physical attention from me?”

You nod, slowly and quietly as you bury your face in his chest almost shamefully. Your core was hot, needy, and his familiar body against yours only had your ears feeling stuffed with cotton. Ratio tilted your chin up and narrowed his gaze at you, not wanting to push but to see your little details, the ones that make you, you. With a sigh, he turned you around, a palm flat against your spine with his fingers splayed out to press you down against the cool wood of his desk.

He was glad he didn’t have much there, plenty of room for you to comfortably lay and for him to come up behind you with his crotch pressed against your ass. You waited and rocked on the balls of your feet, breathing growing heavier when he hands pushed up your skirt, flipping it over your ass fully and his palm stroked along a cheek, then down the other, petting at the globes of your ass until you whined his name, a plea for more. He simply hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, pulling them slowly down your legs — watching raptly at your glaringly evident need that manifested in silky strings that stuck to the gusset until they broke, the fabric laid in a small heap where it fell around your ankles. Your bared pussy was swollen to his trained eye, so needy and wanting and dripping. His clever and deft fingers slipped against your slit, rubbing until they parted for him to roll your clit against the pad of his middle finger.

Though he knew that was not what you desired. You were holding a breath, letting it out when his hand left you and you heard the sound of him undoing his pants, a telltale clink of the belt and you’d hoped he didn’t notice the way your pussy dripped a little more just from the sound of him taking his cock out. He pressed his tip to your entrance, bulbous and fat and leaky where it smeared along your pussy, gripping one of your ass cheeks tightly as if to help spread you for his thick cock. Your chest stuttered when he pressed forward a little at a time, he watched the petals of your pussy open and suck him in with every inch until you whimpered pitifully, ass backing up in urgency for him to move. It wasn’t until he was sheathed all the way in, balls tightly snug against your clit and a warning hand pressed down on your lower spine. You heard him groan, low and steady, and then he was snapping his hips. Your nails scrambled against the desk, trying somehow to ground yourself from his overwhelming thrusts, whining loudly at the sensation of his cock pushing and pulling at your insides, the cling of your cunt nearly wrecking Ratio himself.

He wasn’t letting up however, even as you in your position raised onto your tippy toes and your eyes rolled back into your head, he fucked you thoroughly, not minding the wetness smacking between your bodies that splattered onto his lower belly. His fat balls swung and hit your clit, but he in his knowledge hunched over you with a nip to your shoulder blade at the same time that his hand worked underneath your body to find your clit and to roughly rub at it until you were nearly kicking your feet and wildly moaning his name. It’s then he heard the break, the way you were shattering and sobbing as tears pooled under your face where you cried onto the desk. You were a mess, arching your ass up while he fucked you to tears, and he opted to wrap his arm around your chest and pulled you up — to where you could only look up at Ratio through your teary eyes,

“That’s right darling, I’m here. You can take it.”

You came with a warbled gasp as your eyes glazed over, unfocused but still trying to look up at your lover who was enthralled by your beautiful vulnerability. His thrusts became stuttered, your ass rippling and bouncing off his sharp hips until he was in you to the hilt, cock lurching to flood you with his spend. He wasn’t about to allow you to collapse, his bicep flexing as he kept you held against his chest and you sniffled and hiccupped while he pressed a few reassuring kisses to the side of your face. He held you from behind until your crying settled to little sobs, and after Ratio pulled out much to your chagrin — the wet plopping of your releases falling to the floor.

He didn’t even wince, just hands on your waist to set you atop the desk and in your mutual nakedness he held you to his sweaty skin, kissing along your dewy brow.

“Do you feel better? Or shall we take a bath and perhaps, talk a little?” he suggested with a soft smile. You nodded, hands wandering up and down his back.

“I would like that very much…and to…talk. Thank you Veritas.” you said in a gentle, lovesick reply, and was met with a fond kiss to your lips.

“As you wish, anything to make you feel a little less alone.”

He carried you to the tub, and suddenly you hardly remembered why your week had left you so hurt, not when you were reminded so gently of the love he was always ready to provide you.

Mydei

The baths were always a good way to relax and unwind, met there by your beloved Mydei who was hard to miss. His broad, rippling body lounged against the side of the bath, arms spread out on either side of him and his long lashes resting against his cheekbones as he exhaled in relaxation. All he needed was one thing, or rather one person, you.

He knew you were going to meet him for a bath, but even for a prince and a warrior, Mydei found himself growing impatient for your presence. He did not want to go out looking for you just yet, lest you were already on the way. But just when he was about to get out of the water, you had finally appeared.

However he was taken aback almost immediately with your disposition. Your usually bright eyes were clouded over, clutching your towel around your body as you shuffled to the side of the bath. You did not even greet Mydei which was a strange occurrence, the man used to you kissing him and snuggling up to his side whenever you took a bath with him. So when you dropped your towel and sat across from him in the baths instead of beside him, he was now more than sure you were upset about something.

You heard the water slosh gently, looking up to see your vision obscured by sheer muscles and tattoos of red as Mydei made his way to you, his hand coming up from out of the water to cup your cheek. It was then he caught the stray tear that left your lashline, wiping at it with his thumb. You squeezed your eyes shut and drew your knees up, even as your much bigger lover curled himself around your figure and quietly kissed your shoulder.

“You can depend on me.” he said quietly, after another kiss had followed the first. You sniffled, looking over at him with red rimmed eyes, and Mydei's heart ached at such a sight, at the one he loves so deeply sad in this moment.

“I know Mydei, I just….it wasn't the best day.” you sniffle, finally leaning closer to him and allowing his large hands to pull at your body. He kissed at your cheeks as he pulled you onto his lap to straddle his narrow hips, while your arms wound around his neck and you pressed your face into the pinky blonde of his locks that smelled of luxurious and comforting oils. Your body started to react from just his nearness, you always do pliant in his sturdy hold, naked figure rubbed up against his as he gently worked at your hips in the warm water. You didn’t want to admit that you were growing needy, but your lover was already a step ahead of you,

“Allow me to take care of you, if anything, to get your mind off of things.” he said like a promise, wide palms splayed on your hips moving to your waist and hoisting you closer in his lap. Your tits wobbled, nipples pert and achy, and he kissed them while your head fell back with a sigh. For such a fierce fighter, Mydei’s kisses and his love for you was so gentle and thorough, focused on kissing and sucking at your chest instead of paying attention to his hard cock standing talk between your bodies. It was pressed against your bellybutton as you writhed and wiggled in his lap, sending more waves of heavy need coursing through you down to your toes.

“I just want to feel you, Mydei.” you said with a rasp, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as he helped you raise yourself up higher, the grasp of his cock in your delicate fingers to settle against your pussy pulling a low groan from the Kremnoan prince, waiting patiently for you to work yourself down onto his thick shaft. You shivered as your hips swirled to take more of him, a high pitched whimper in your throat as he kneads the globes of your ass you finally set fully down on his cock. The stretch, and the warm water had you weak and jelly- limbed, taking a breath with your breasts tightly pressed against his chest.

He looked at you, a long glance while his hands encircled your waist and he began to bounce you in his dick, crying out loudly enough to ensure anyone too close that the heir was taking thorough care of his lover. You felt weightless despite the heavy and intense pressure in your lower belly, coiling within you as he fucked you on his cock and you could only hold onto his shoulders as water splashed outside of the bath. You shakily reached between your bodies to touch your clit, but Mydei opted to go from moving you up and down to grind you against him — his sharp pelvis rocking against your swollen, needy clit while his fat shaft felt like it was knocking the wind out of your lungs. It was overwhelming, to the point of the tears you had been crying turning to tears of complete pleasure, your thighs trembled when your pussy tightened up around him and as your tears fell down your face salty and uninhibited, he kissed at each one he effortlessly continued to slam you down onto him again and again. You could only wail and sob his name as he fucked you, clawing down his back until the hefty throb of him filling you up with a low gravelly breath of your name alerted you of his orgasm that hit at the same time as yours. You fluttered around him wildly while he throbbed and twitched, your belly warm and your heart lighter.

Even as you let your cries turn to soft sniffles, Mydei held you carefully with comforting strokes down your spine until you peeked up at him for a wet kiss and a familiar smile that thrilled him.

“Do you feel better?” he asked, pushing your damp hair from your face. You nodded but didn’t leave his lap, tracing his red marks with a finger.

“You’re good at making me feel better, Mydei. Thank you.” you murmured, an I love you following suit as he kissed you in return. Though the affectionate words made the prince blush despite the fact he had just finished pleasuring you — he was always grateful that he was the one to share these things with you, good and bad.

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KYRYLL CHUDOMIROVICH FLINS has been everywhere for the past few weeks.

You rarely used to see him in Nasha Town, but nowadays he was everywhere. It was as if you were going insane. Every time you turned around, you’d see that stupidly handsome face, or hear that gorgeously delicate voice of his. Was this the moon goddess’s granting your wish to get a devastatingly beautiful boyfriend?

There was no exaggeration. You opted to visit Speranza for quick meals at dinner time, only to turn and bump into his chest every time. He’d smile all sweetly and greet you, before you apologised and rushed off. You visited ineffa and Aino to fix your catalyst at Clink-Clank Krumkake Craftshop? “Have either of you—oh. Hello, my lady, it’s a surprise to keep bumping into you,” his voice would speak directly behind you. Your heart beating so fast every single time.

Then the fluttering feelings started to waver and you began to think about what it could all mean. Was… was Flins hunting you down? You knew the light keepers were dedicated to protection of the island, and you had seen a glowing lantern floating off the corners of the island one late night. Were you cursed now? Was there an angry spirit following you that Flins was dealing with?

You walked by the Curatorium of Secrets, and would see that flash of purple hair out of the corner of your eye. Picking up books at Mimisbrunnr Books and you would start to sweat nervously, feeling his familiar eyes on the back of your head. You tried buying Rye at Nuts 'N' Nuts, only to freak out and jump when you heard his voice behind you, thinking he was about to enact his murder plan or something, you rushed off with a singular “sorry!”

While you were busy rushing off with a whine, overthinking and already planning how your funeral would go, because Flins was definitely following you around to kill you and quietly dispose of you body. You had upset some sort of lantern spirit and it had snitched to the one light keeper that it could talk to, and now your fate was sealed!

"I'm sorryyyyyy, lantern ghost!" you whined, footsteps leading to Paha isle.

Flins watched you run off, his gaze soft and curious, but a small pout on his lips that went unnoticed. His eyes snapped back to the old shopkeeper when the man began to speak again. "Stop scaring her away, Flins," he sighed and packaged the Rye before handing it to the light keeper, "Just get it done by today," he said, face darkening, almost grim, and placing something extra into the bag.

Flins hummed, his face straight, as he paid for the Rye and took the bag. His eyes downcast. "I will… after all, I know where my lady is going. I'll be a gentleman, as always. Have no worries, Mr. Aleksov." 

The old man nodded, handing Flins a packet of tissues. His grey, tired eyes only sparing Flins a glance before focusing on other customers. "Keep your hands clean, be quick and done with it." The words were quiet, but enough for a wandering Dori to hear, and look over confused with wide eyes.

"Are they… planning a murder?" she gasped, before smirking and looking off into the distance, rubbing her chin, "Heh, I could make good money selling caskets."

. . .

You had wandered over to Final night cemetery, walking slowly across the dark and gloomy terrain. There were ghost candles lit all over the place, and you could've sworn that you heard whispers around you. "save us… save ussss…" you shivered at your imagination, slowly walking up the hill area to try and find the lantern ghost you had seen last time.

"uheee…. mr. purple lantern ghost, where are you?" you whispered, shivering before looking up at the lighthouse. The fog closing in around you. 

The silence around you was deafening, and it was most definitely scaring you down to your bones. Taking you back to the night you had first seen that purple, glowing lantern. 

It had been almost two months ago, when you had wandered over to Paha isle. You had seen some of the wild hunt nearby and killed them, before hearing whispers and hallucinating ghosts in the fog from your sleepiness. You had rushed over to Paha isle by mistake, going the wrong way instead of making your way back to Nasha town in your confused state. 

"Oh," you had muttered, when the fog cleared up, and you had seen the lighthouse guiding you, instead of the comforting bustle of the town you lived in. You were about to turn around and make your way back, before you noticed the purple glow. Almost like it was calling your name, you followed and walked up to it through the fog, finding a floating purple lantern. 

It was almost like it was magical, just hovering there, glowing. No one around.

The words of Aino had drifted back into your mind, as she had made you read story books with her and one of them talked about a magical oil lamp that granted wishes. "No one uses oil lamps in in Nod Krai, I bet its the magical lanterns that carry genies and wishes!" she had nodded confidently. 

You weren't gullible, nor one to easily believe superstitions and follow them without question. Though… it couldn't hurt, right?

Your hands gently placed on the sides of the lamp, rubbing it gently, before you took them back and clasped your hands together. Squeezing your eyes shut and whispering, "puh-lease get me a beautiful boyfriend who's a gentleman and loves me and worships me, please, please, please!" you shook your hands before looking up at the sky with a sigh. 

The lantern had flickered a little, as you hesitated before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on the handle of it. When you pulled back, the lantern shook a little, making you step back worried, and look around confused. You had rushed back to Nasha town after that, brushing off the experience as a dream, until now. 

"Am I gonna die? Oh mr. or mrs. lantern, I'm sorry for kissing your handle," present-day-you whined, before you felt a cold breath against your cheek. 

"What are you doing, Miss Y/N?"

You shrieked, freezing up and quickly back away from the man, holding up your hands in front of him. It was the light keeper. The one you always took a second glance at whenever you used your see him, because whoever got to call him as his partner was destined with unimaginable luck. Flins looked unbothered and even tilted his head to the side, confused.

"I know what you're gonna say!" You whined out, and dropped to your knees dramatically. Flins was strong, he was scary, and even if he took your life because you had upset some lantern ghost, you probably wouldn't fight back just because you didn't want to ruin his beautiful face.

"You do?" his eyes widened for a fraction, before he hummed and nodded, holding the small bag to his side. "I see, I thought I was more… quiet about my advances." he muttered, rubbing his chin gently, in thought.

You sighed and nodded, head downcast, pouting and already thinking over your death. "I didn't know what I was doingggg.. the lantern was just… calling my name!" you gasped out, as he shook his head. "It was not," he corrected bluntly, making you sigh wearily. Your hands buried in the soil. 

A few seconds passed, before you both spoke up at the same time. You blurting out your words. As he spoke eloquently.

"Please don't murder me!"

"Would you grace me with a potential romantic encounter, miss Y/N?"

You both froze, before meeting each other's eyes. equally confused. Flins eyes were narrowed, looking down in genuine confusion and slight shock. The most expressive you had ever seen him. Your eyes were widened, mouth agape slightly, and heat rushing to your face. Did… did the Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins just ask you out? On a date? Were you in heaven?

"What?" both voices spoke out at the same time.

Flins shook his head, looking at you utterly helpless and bamboozled as you stood up and dusted your hands off. “You’re not going to murder me…? B-but you were stalking me and obviously planning to kill me off because I upset the lantern ghost of Paha Isle!”

Flins looked side to side slowly before raising an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”

You sighed and lolled back your head before explaining to him exasperatedly. “Two months ago, I went to this place, like—“ you pointed over to some shrubbery alongside a crumbling stone wall, “—over there! I saw this glowing purple lantern and I walked up to it and rubbed it and wished for a boyfriend,” you nodded to him in complete seriousness.

“…so what makes you assume that I’d hurt you for wishing upon a floating lantern?” He raised an eyebrow, beginning to smile a little, starting to understand what was happening. He really wanted to see the look on your face when he revealed the truth now. He had prepared a big speech explaining all of his feelings, but you had thrown his whole planned confession out the window.

You blinked, once, twice, before awkwardly scratching the back of your head. “I’m starting to see that I was being a bit… irrational,” you nodded slowly.

“A bit?” He smiled, before handing you the paper bag, to which you looked inside curiously. Rye, and…

“Cupcakes. I had Mr. Aleksov prepare them especially for your tastes,” he hummed to you, watching as your confused expression flickered up to him before your eyes widened. “Oh! Oh, right, because you were going to ask me out…” you nodded, before pursing your lips and looking up at him confused. “But we’ve barely spoken to one another before this, why the sudden interest in me?”

He curtly nodded, before taking out the familiar glowing purple lantern and fading before your eyes. It only took 2.3 seconds for you to connect the dots, his figure reappearing when he saw that shy, “oh my god, what have I done?” look on your face.

“I was the lantern you wished upon,” he told you gleefully, tilting his head to the side with a teasing smile.

A whine escaped your lips, as you were contemplating burying yourself in the soil right then and there. “After hearing about your wish, I thought that you were a gorgeous young lady that deserved love, and after the… kiss,” he nodded, watching your eyes squeeze shut and hand cover your face. “I thought that I deserved to give you love. I never planned to stalk you, per se, but every time I tried to strike a conversation or anything with you…”

“I ran away,” you nodded, letting out an embarrassed whine and finishing his sentence.

He hummed, before taking the bag from your hands and offering you the cupcake. “My hands are pretty dirty,” you shrugged, still embarrassed and hating yourself inside your brain. “STUPID STUPID STUPID” kept bouncing around in your head.

Before you knew it, the cupcake was pressed against your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks and the tips of your ears, you took a bite out of it. Being fed by possibly the most handsome man in all of Teyvat.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while…” you mumbled, swallowing and beginning to talk to him softly, as he listened carefully. “You saved me from the wild hunt around a year ago, and ever since then I’ve just thought you were so cool, and strong, and handsome,” you were whining, hands covering your cheeks shyly.

He didn’t hesitate, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

You froze, before feeling his lips dart out and lick up the tiny bit of icing on the corner of your lips, making your squeal embarrassed and quickly look away from him. Hands covering your face, heart beating faster than it was when you thought he was about to kill you.

“I hope you’ll entertain me for that date, my lady,” he spoke softly against your ear, smiling as he knew exactly what he was doing.

Smug bastard.

© 𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | do not copy, translate, republish or feed my work into ai.

[dragon-ascent]

Zhongli normally isn’t one for PDA. But when people question his relationship with you, he can certainly adapt.

The day is pleasant and there are few responsibilities that require tending to, so it’s perfect for some leisure. Zhongli suggests taking you out to a lovely new sweets shop that’s opened up near your home, and thus the afternoon quietly saunters by at a cozy outdoor table while savoring some lovely almond jelly and dragon’s beard candy.

It should be uneventful, but Zhongli’s keen hearing picks up on something rather interesting from the table behind him. A perfunctory glance reveals two young people, perhaps tired adventurers guessing by their sun-kissed skin and frazzled appearances, here to recuperate.

“That Mr. Zhongli sure is handsome,” sighs one of them, all moony. “Even the way he eats is so dignified. The kind of man you’d proudly bring home to your parents.”

“Oh, I agree. I haven’t been in this city long, but I can say for sure everyone loves him. He’s super friendly, too!”

“That person sitting across from him—that a friend or a lover? You can be honest and it won’t hurt my feelings, I promise.”

“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about them. It’d be a miracle for a man like Zhongli to be single, but it doesn’t look like they’re an item,” the other one comments. “They don’t seem to be doing stereotypical couple-y things, after all. I don’t see them, like, handsy with each other. Get what I mean? Seems like the kinda congeniality you’d show a coworker you’re being nice to for brownie points.”

“So you’re saying there’s a chance?” the former whispers excitedly. “D’you think I can ask Mr. Zhongli out when I catch him alone?”

Zhongli’s eyebrows rise ever so slightly. Why, he had never reason to believe anyone would view his relationship with you as platonic. But if they are basing it on a lack of customary outward gestures, then…

He gets up without a word and crosses to the other side of the table, seating himself directly beside you.

“Oh?” You stop mid-scoop of your jelly and gaze at him. “What’s up, Li?”

You think he’s about to tell you something serious, but his face only breaks into a smile. “Allow me,” he says warmly, taking the spoon from you. With practiced care, he digs into the supple jelly and holds the spoon out to your mouth.

You eat without question, but as you do, Zhongli pats your head and supplements it with a kiss to your forehead, his smile unwavering. “My darling.”

“H-huh?” Shyness creeps up your veins and you turn your face away, but Zhongli gently hooks a finger under your chin.

“Ah ah,” he chides softly, “let me see your cute face.”

Also, is it just you, or is he speaking a little louder than usual?

He feeds you several spoonfuls more of the stuff, all while you’re steeped in confusion and fluster. He pats your head after each bite, beaming all the while, and after a few minutes of—well, whatever has come over him, you ask, “Aren’t you going to have the jelly yourself? It’s almost gone…”

“Ah, but you see,” Zhongli says silkily, running his gloved thumb over your lower lip, “it shall taste sweetest from your mouth.”

He kisses you before you can say anything, a firm and divine little kiss that’s over in a second, but you could have sworn you heard the clatter of silverware somewhere nearby. No matter, you’re too dazed to think of anything else.

You blink dumbly at him, the god as composed as ever. “O-oh my…” At this, he merely chuckles and pinches your cheek.

After you two are finished eating, he stands up and holds his hand out to you. “Well then, my dearest gem, shall we stroll about the gardens for a bit? I do wish to show you the new blooms that have graced the green—though none shall compare to your own beauty, I believe.”

You’re still stunned, but you comply. As you two leave, you pass by a table where a poor adventurer seems to be sobbing into their plate of red bean buns.

[lvmimis]

cw: unedited and typed on phone. almost kiss. implied past life.

with space that feels barely an atom width’s apart, your lips stop abruptly and never meet. you, who were leaning in, pulls back - he stays steady, like marble, eyelids still lowered but never quite closed.

it would have been too easy.

zhongli has never taken easy as granted.

your face is warmer than a summer afternoon in liyue, and you gasp out-

“i- i’m spoken for.”

his simple reply is a nod, unreadable as usual, but you are all flowing expression and panic.

“well, not really, it’s just that i-“ you cut yourself short. what are you, really, to the man whose half-smirk, the one that can’t really commit to your affections but tolerates your caprices, came so easily to your mind. “i, um… there’s just someone back home in fontaine and i just.”

zhongli smiles.

and the smile catches you off guard. he appears to straighten up, poised and natural as he is, as if unaffected by the fact that you have so clearly and abruptly rejected him.

“i understand.”

“zhongli, i…” you trail off, because there isn’t much to explain. you still have loose ends to tie, even if this man you have grown to love draws you more every time you visit this town, muddling your brain with want that practically made you stumble.

you guarded your heart, but to what end?

“i am happy your integrity has not changed.”

this again. zhongli chuckles again, and it doesn’t appear dry or bitter at all, returning to the long cooled tea at the table shared between you two.

“desire and honor may have briefly taken two separate paths here, but if you must choose one-“ he pauses, golden irises flickering at you, that gaze that makes it easy for you to believe that you have truly known him for millennia, even if only flickers remain of a time before.

you always believed him, but it doesn’t change the life you have no, or even this very moment.

“i’m glad for now honor was chosen.”

you take in a deep breath.

“zhongli,” you start, and his head leans forward suddenly, a hand steadying the back of your head. close again, but lips carefully apart. your heart skips a beat, but his eyes close.

as if it is hard to look at you.

for a moment he doesn’t speak, and three breaths pass between you.

“i want you without reservation,” he says. “for myself. for you.”

his eyes open and it’s that look again. longing. you wonder if you ever give him that look yourself, with this painful sudden feeling in your chest. if you ever gave him that look yourself and he is simply returning the charge thousands of years later.

“i am not upset.”

but how could he not be?

and yet you nod.

“if it is meant to be, it will be.”

if anyone could know this for sure, it would be him.

[littlepuppetheart]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 !

YANDERE BUTLER x GN!READER — gentle yandere / unwavering loyalty / suffocating devotion / controlling behaviour / social isolation / reader is his master / reader has poor health / instead of “i love you” he says “as you wish”

A/N: the concept of a yandere butler scratches an itch in my brain no other yandere can match

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 whom you hired right after you inherited your title and estate. Seeing his credentials, you hired him the second he stepped foot into your office. He was practically perfect. Though you had been trained for the role, you were still an inexperienced lord. You’d need all the help you could get, and it’d be such a waste if you let a talent like that slip away.

Not to mention... he’s really good looking.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who serves you impeccably. He picks up your schedule, your routine, and your habits within days, almost as if he had memorized them beforehand. He learns how you like your tea and coffee, the face you make when you’re stressed, and all the little, tiny details about you that’d make serving you that much easier.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who is respected by the entire estate. He treats everybody equally, regardless of position, with the same kind tone and warm smile that has many of the younger maids swooning. He is always there to lend a hand, no matter how busy he may be, and somehow, he always seems to get everything done perfectly.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who gradually replaces the household staff until none of the servants who are familiar with you remain. He makes sure that the new servants do not get close to you by twisting bits of the truth — that you are reserved, that you are incredibly busy, that you dislike people who chatter.

Eventually, your once lively manor turns into a quiet and lonely place. You don’t even know what caused that change, and you attribute it to the fact your parents are no longer around. They were always much more sociable than you were. Perhaps the new servants simply needed more time to warm up to you. (Though that would never happen, unbeknownst to you.)

And who do you turn to in the meantime?

Your loyal butler, of course.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who becomes your only companion in the massive ducal estate. As your trusted friend and confidante, he’s the first person you’d turn to whenever you had something to say. He never fails to listen with a patient smile, and always has a thoughtful response in return.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who ‘advises’ you on how to navigate high society. As the third son of a marquis, he was not named successor — nevertheless, he is also of noble blood, thus giving him experience in that field as well.

He warns you to be wary when interacting with the other nobles, as many may be looking to take advantage of an inexperienced lord like yourself. Not to mention, your high standing would inevitably cause many greedy eyes to be directed your way.

He stands by your side as you sift through all the letters you receive — invitations, proposals, friendly greetings and the like. The depth of his knowledge on the intricate workings of high society is surprisingly vast. He’ll readily inform you of which houses are corrupt, which families are feuding with each other, and which individuals it would be in your best interest to avoid.

“If I may add, attending Count Blackwood’s soiree would be a fair choice,” he suggests calmly. “The Blackwoods are known to be a neutral family, and have maintained friendly relations with the L/N duchy for decades.”

“Ah, I see... Thank you, you’re always such a big help.”

Chuckling, a pleased smile stretches across his face. Your heart, for a brief moment, flutters. His reply is smooth and warm. “There is no need for thanks. I live solely to serve you, Your Grace.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who isolates you from the outside world. Not by driving everyone away from you like he did with the servants, but by causing you to lose trust in everybody else but him.

What happens is this: After attending a few social events and interacting with the other nobles, you end up making one particularly good friend. Instead of warning you away from them, knowing full well that they were not to be trusted, he instead chooses to say nothing. As he predicted, that friend ends up betraying you, leaving you terribly wounded, especially since they were the first person you considered a true friend in a long while.

Thankfully, your lovely butler will always be there to pick up the pieces, be it a broken heart or shattered soul.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who holds you as you cry, one hand positioned on the small of your back, the other hand gently stroking your hair. You have your face buried in the crook of his neck, dampening the fabric of his uniform with your tears.

You can feel the warmth of his hands through the silk of his gloves, the steady, grounding thrum of his heart. He says nothing, but his silence means everything.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who controls more and more of your life as time goes on. From the food you eat to the clothes you wear, everything is planned by him, down to the very last detail.

When you are bedridden from your illness, he'll feed you by hand, sitting by the side of your bed as he spoons you each bite. At first, you had protested, telling him he has other, more important things to be doing, but you eventually gave in to his unwavering persistence.

You can never win against him, against his honey-coated words and tender gaze, against those six damned words, ‘I live to serve Your Grace.’

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who is a patient, patient man. It matters not to him how long it will take before he has you completely in his hands, because he knows, with absolute certainty, that everything will unfold according to his plans. He draws you in slowly, making sure that you don't suspect a thing, and life around you changes so gradually that you don’t realise anything amiss until you’re dependent on him for everything.

But by then, you will be too entranced by him to care.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐑 who is doing this purely out of love, as misguided as it may be. He just wants to care for you, treasure you, and protect you from harm. He truly believes that he is the only person capable of doing so, and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

You don’t have to think, you don't have to work, all you have to do is rely on him, and stay in his lovely cage of gold.

[moonbloomsea]

There were so many reactions that the vice captain of the fifth company had expected upon returning.

Annoyance. Indifference. Bothered. Friendly greeting. A simple “welcome back.” Without any grand gestures.

But not this, oh totally not this.

Since he left for the expedition with Varka, he laid off on bothering his dearest little bunny for a while before departing and even after as he was too focused on the road ahead.

Unaware of the turmoil within his most precious darling after he left.

And now here he is, eyes wide as he tried to process the sight before him. For three years he had longed to see that face within his dreams, and now here they were. God, how precious they are.

But the reaction of his return was not one he expected. Not the tears flowing down your cheeks and turning them rosy. Not the wide eyes that were immediately covered behind your hands out of embarrassment. Not the sound of hiccups as you tried to keep some semblance of composure.

All those scenarios he imagined were nothing to the real thing, to the reality he is living at the moment.

His darling standing before him, hair and clothes whipping with the wind, face covered behind their hands as their shoulders shook. Standing in a flower field where they were peacefully strolling, away from the noises of the city. Unaware of the celebration that is being held for the return of the Knights.

And now their knight is standing right there before them. A dream they both shared despite the distance.

Lohen began to walk toward you slowly before he picked up his speed, and soon enough your body was gathered in his arms. An arm around your back and another under your bottom as he held you up and against him, his laugh was one with the gentle breeze passing two people that longed to reunite for a long time.

And now here they were.

“There there, bun bun.”

He patted your back gently, chuckling when you hid your face against his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his neck. So precious.

His arms tightened as he stalked toward the tree where you were seated earlier and laid his back against it before sliding down to sit on the grass where you once were. Holding you tightly and closely to make up for all the lost time that he did not confess his true feelings.

The vice captain did not speak nor move from his place as he allowed you to cry on his shoulder, simply tightening his hold a little more while being careful with his strength.

Leaning closer to your ear, he let out a little laugh before muttering.

“So, would you allow your knight the honor to make up for all the lost time he had left you worried and alone? Hm, precious?”

For the first time, Lohen did not make a silly joke or dragged you around battles against your will- he simply held you close to drown within the warmth he had missed dearly before nuzzling close against the side of your head.

[isaut]

OPHIEEWEEE

i hope u dont mind...... but i fear i was cooking.....

"how was your morning?" shoei asks, sucking a bit of greek yogurt off his thumb as he closes the container and places it back in the fridge. he's freshly showered, in the simple clothes he wears to and from practice. tshirt and wide legged trousers.

"it was okay. i was just a little sad. but i'm feeling better now," you say, watching him. it's time for his post-practice snack to tide him over until dinner. everyday when he gets home he has greek yogurt and granola and frozen blueberries and a banana and peanut butter. he never tires of it, and never seems to have to force it down his throat. he always makes you an apple and peanut butter that you only take a few bites of.

"what do you mean by 'a little sad'?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

you shrug. "just had a morning where i felt like everyone hated me." with your admittance, you stab your fingernail into the flesh of the apple slice, leaving a crescent mark in it. "but mercury is in retrograde and i just needed to take a shower."

"what kind of shower did you take?" shoei asks as he adds a spoonful of warm peanut butter to his bowl.

"a normal one," you say. "i shaved."

he nods, adding the blueberries and then cutting the banana, slicing through it upright in his hand. the knife softly meets his thumb with every pass.

"why didn't you text me or call me?" shoei asks. it's not that you didn't text shoei throughout the day-- you text him every hour to ninety minutes with what you're doing, and today had been busy enough that you hadn't mentioned the shower but had sent multiple pictures of you reading your book.

"you were working," you say.

"i would have answered," he replies. as he mixes his snack up, his spoon clicks and clatters against the edges of his artisanal, hand-crafted, locally made bowl.

"i pulled myself together. i cried a little bit and then got up and got in the shower immediately."

he's quiet for a moment, looking at his food. you did that all by yourself? maybe he should start waking you up before he goes, get you a head start on the day, but no, no, he wakes up too early. "did you take your meds? you didn't send me a picture."

"i did... i just needed some phone-free time today... i think i spent too long on instagram last night..." you take a deep breath and dip your apple in the peanut butter. you hold it for a few moments before taking a bite from it.

"okay," shoei says, trusting you. he doesn't pose his next question until you've eaten your apple slice. "how's your book?"

"so fucking bad," you admit. "i hate it. i'm going to finish it though, just to check it off."

"what's it about?"

[diz-eaze]

astral express hauntings but it's just phainon in the amphoreus book trying to break free and actualize bc he misses you so much and you absolutely REFUSE to take custody of that damn journal from the trailblazer, even just for a minute :( they're practically begging you to just house it in your room for one night but you abuse your seniority status by flat-out rejecting them. please.... they can't stand the lights flickering on and off during 3am sharp anymore. nor the writings on their wall (meant to come off as friendly... they think), forming in real time with simple messages like, "friend, how is (y/n) doing today? ^^" or "is (y/n) still mad at me? :("

[somniath-v]

lohen

gender-neutral reader. no use of y/n. sadomasochistic lohen. he tones it down for you but make no mistakes he wants to eat you alive. first dates. making out. wc.~5.1k

[part three of this!] [or read here on ao3]

You regret not slapping that man across the face harder as you stand in front of your mirror fussing over what to wear. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, but it is. You want to impress him, as irritating as the thought is. He usually only sees you in your work uniform, it would be nice to dress up a little… 

He didn’t tell you where he was planning to take you for dinner because that would be too easy for him. It’s a “surprise.” His words, not yours. You think it may be more apt to call it an ‘ambush’ or ‘something unpleasant.’ 

Still, you’re going on the date, so what does that say about you? 

After a few more minutes, you settle on something that looks nice and clean. Put together, but not too much. Hopefully not too much. Agh. You smooth your shirt again to have something to do with your hands. You got your wish, regrettably, and now you have to follow through, even worse. 

This sucks. All of this sucks. Your feelings, Lohen, the situation, Barbatos for making the situation happen. Lohen again. 

He’s allegedly supposed to be here soon. He said he would be by around 6. Something giddy rolls over low in your stomach. The excitement you feel is almost painful. It’s a sort of itch inside and underneath your skin, prickling down your veins as it claws through you. 

It irritates your lungs the most. It has made it hard to breathe. You can’t quite get a deep inhale of air, like your lungs are too shallow. 

You mess with your clothes one last time before leaving your bedroom. If you didn’t put some space between you and the mirror, you think you would stand and fuss over your clothes up until Lohen knocks on your door.

It would be worse on your ego for him to see you fretting over him. You don’t want to deal with a more infuriating version of the man, he’s too much as it is.

You shut the door behind you and steel yourself to wait in the kitchen until Lohen arrives. The area smells strongly of flowers, sweet as they rot in the vase you have them in. They should have been tossed days ago, but you can’t bring yourself to do anything with them.

Ah…will he want to come in? He’ll see them. That alone might be worse.

You aren’t given much time to deliberate on the flowers, three sharp knocks resounding out in the empty air. Your stomach flips again. 

You take a deep breath before crossing to the entryway and unlatch the door. He’s right on time. You open the door to meet him. 

Your breath catches at the sight that greets you. A bright shock of petals greet you, at least a dozen large flowers secured with a white ribbon. You can’t even see Lohen’s head. 

On cue, the flowers tilt to the side and Lohen’s cheeky smile fills your vision. “Hey hey, these are for you.” You realize belatedly that he’s trying to hold them out for you to take. 

Your fingers brush his as you take the bundle into your hands. The scent is overwhelming. It’s less sickening than what has been permeating your kitchen. The thorns on the stems have been carefully cut off, there’s not one sharp prick that stings your palm. 

You swallow. It looks like he’s coming in. 

“Thank you,” you say, stepping to the side so he can unfortunately come in. Maybe you can keep him out of the kitchen and convince him to wait in the living room. 

Lohen slips inside with a cheerful hum, gaze flickering over every surface and decoration lining the space. Not for the first time in his presence, you feel as though he is picking you apart and filing the information away. 

He smiles when his attention shifts to you, eyes dropping to drink every inch of you in. The back of your neck heats up. “You look nice,” he comments. “Knew you’d be cute outside of that uniform.” 

You keep the flush of your cheeks at bay through pure will alone. His outfit only now registers in your mind. He’s not wearing his typical uniform and cape, instead dressed in something that almost suits your own clothes. Nice, but not too much. His choker is visible around his throat, more pronounced than usual without the extra layers of fabric surrounding it. 

Huh. You feel a little dizzy looking at him. Pretty is the regrettable word that comes to mind. His stupid smile and casual stance has your head spinning. Worst of all, you know he can tell what you’re thinking. 

Lohen laughs to himself. “Cat got your tongue? Go on, shouldn’t you put those somewhere?” He gestures loosely to the flowers still clutched in your hands. 

Embarrassment eats its way up your sternum. Right. You’re just standing there with the flowers. Your heart plummets when he turns his back on you and starts to move toward the kitchen. 

“Don’t go poking around, I didn’t say you could explore,” the words miss their intended sharpness by a wide margin. Lohen glances over his shoulder at you. 

“Why, hiding something?”

Well. 

“Oh, you are,” his smile widens. “Cute.” 

And then he’s disappearing deeper into your apartment, leaving you to hurry after him. Butterflies beat against your ribcage, harder now. 

He’s already spotted the vase by the time you come in after him. Lohen is leaning on the counter, a curious smile on his face as he stares at the flower. 

“And you were trying so hard to convince me you threw it out,” he turns around to face you. “I thought it would be gone by now. It looks a bit pathetic, don’t you think?”

You aren’t sure if he’s referencing you or the flower. 

Lohen breezes past his statement with a shrug. “Good thing you have fresh flowers to replace it! Really, if you wanted to keep this you should have dried it out. I’m touched though, truly.” 

He plucks the vase from the counter and unceremoniously dumps the whole thing in the trash. You will pretend in the future that you didn’t squawk with indignance. 

Lohen glances at you as he does it. You think he’s enjoying the utter disbelief that crosses over your face. You need to slap him again. That was yours, whether it was old and kind of gross or not. 

Before you can offer up your protests, Lohen is already extending his hand expectantly. He raises a brow at your expression. His smile hasn’t wavered. He’s enjoying this.

“What? Come on, don’t you want to keep these in a vase too?”

Begrudgingly, you hand the bouquet over. He hums to himself as he takes them back and leans over the sink to fill the vase with fresh water. He’s extraordinarily pleased with himself as he sets the flowers into the vase and takes a moment to fluff the petals back up. 

You cross your arms and look anywhere but him. Your skin feels hot. Anxiety and unshakeable want rages in your chest. You’re worried he can hear your heart beating. 

Lohen turns back around with a satisfied smile. “All ready to go?”

“Are you ready to tell me where you’re taking me?”

“Aha, not yet. You’re very bad with letting surprises stay surprises,” he chides. His tone does something to you, making you warmer. The image of him of a few days ago kissing your knuckles flashes through your mind again.

You keep thinking about it, and it’s humiliating. Combined with his lazy smiles and unshakeable reliability, you can’t get him off your mind. At all. 

And he’s here in your apartment. Picking you up for a date while your heart pounds. Yes, you think distantly, you should have kicked him out of the store more often and saved your heart the trouble. 

“I like surprises just fine. I don’t like you,” you say. You know it’s weak, but you can’t come up with much else. 

“You like my flowers just fine,” Lohen counters. “Now come on, we’ll be late.” He gestures to the door and begins to walk that way.

“You made a reservation?” You ask as you follow after him. 

“No fishing for hints,” he opens the door for you. You frown at him. Lohen smiles. He tilts his head toward the open door. “After you.”

“How chivalrous,” you say flatly. You don’t let yourself smile. 

“Mhm, I’m a model knight,” Lohen says and steps out behind you. He waits while you lock the door and tuck the key back on your person where it belongs. 

‘Model knight’ he says. While it may be true, he’s still terribly unsettling and nothing but trouble. You want to slam your head into a wall for agreeing to this. 

The evening air is cool against your skin. It gently tousles your hair and slips through your sleeves. Mondstadt is starting to quiet down from the afternoon rush. The sky is beginning to darken, clouds streaked with golden hues. 

Lohen takes the lead, offering you his arm with a wordless and far too amused smile. After a few moments of deliberation and disdain, you slip your arm through his. 

The way his smile sharpens makes you want to pull away immediately. His grip tightens subtly so you can’t. He’s warm, surprisingly so for a cryo user. 

You underestimated how much he talked. Lohen keeps up a steady stream of conversation in spite of your snippy responses. You would almost say he just likes the sound of his own voice. 

Unfortunately you also really like the sound of his voice. The air has a chill to it, but you feel warm listening to him. You wish you could say the warmth was heat from irritation bubbling under your skin. 

As he chatters, Lohen leads you through the city and past every single restaurant. It stops being something curious and morphs into something uneasy and annoyed when he tries to pull you out of the city gates.

“I’m not dressed to go traipsing through the mountains,” you tug on your arm in his grip. “What are you playing?

He only laughs at you, footsteps not faltering. “Relax, I’m not taking you far. You’ll like it.” 

“I don’t like anything you say,” you try and stand your ground to no avail. Lohen keeps walking and seems content to drag you if need be. 

“Lying is unbecoming for someone as pretty as you,” he gives you another tug. “Quit whining, won’t you?”

“I don’t whine.”

“No? Then what do you call this?” Lohen casts you another amused side eye. “A friendly chat? A song?”

He is very adept at killing your kinder feelings toward him. You stare at him flatly. “I hate you.” 

Hopefully he can feel your irritation. If he does, he doesn’t show it. He laughs like you’ve told him something delightful, maybe the best news all week, and pats your hand where he keeps you on his arm. 

“Then why don’t you do something about it?” 

You’re tempted to take him up on his offer, but you also know he’s goading you. He’s goading you because he’s some sort of sick freak that seems to keep trying to get you to rough him up more than you already do. 

You won’t give him the satisfaction. You look ahead in prim silence, biting the inside of your cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him smiling anyway. Nothing gets through to him. 

He goes back to talking about nothing while you fantasize about shoving him to the ground and yelling at him for making you feel like this as you walk the dirt path out of the city.

“Ah, don’t walk past it, I worked hard,” his voice brings you back as he pulls you to a halt. You blink. You hadn’t noticed that you had come up on anything at all. 

Sitting stretched out over the soft grass is a blanket and a basket. The sky continues to slowly darken. Lohen looks at you expectantly. You should say something. 

The words get stuck in your throat. Against your better judgement, you smile. Something satisfied creeps over Lohen’s own smile. 

“Good, you like it,” he nudges you forward. “I hoped you would. Figured I should take you somewhere quiet, you mentioned you don’t like crowds right after work.”

His shoulder against yours is what gets your bearing brought back. You shake him off and ignore how considerate it actually was of him to remember that. 

“A picnic?” you ask the obvious.

“Mhm,” Lohen hums behind you, giving you another nudge. This time you actually move forward. “You can yell at me all you want here, don’t want to get you kicked out of a restaurant, do we?” 

You glare at him over your shoulder. Lohen gives you an innocent smile. Yeah, he’s definitely goading you again. You’re still embarrassed about how you slapped him in the square a few days ago. You don’t feel bad for him in the slightest, there were just so many people watching. Ugh.

“It’s a nice view,” you shift the conversation away from your sudden urge to grab him by his hair again. A quiet dinner with the sunset… you hadn’t realized how closely he had listened to you talk about your preferences. A fresh wave of fuzzy heat snakes itself into your stomach. 

You think, looking at him while he continues to hum and set up the picnic, you really like him. It hits you with devastating clarity. This isn’t merely passing infatuation, you like him a lot. So much so that the disdain you feel for him is muted. 

It dawns on you then that you’re away from the city and it’s getting dark with simultaneously the best person to be with and the worst. 

Lohen pays no mind to you, spreading out on the blanket and gesturing for you to do the same. It’s probably fine, right…? Why would he go through all this trouble only to pull something crazy. You fear that also sounds like him. 

Whatever. You’re here, so you should try to have fun. Even if it’s Lohen. 

You sit down across from him and take the offered plate. An array of food rests between you on the blanket, from fruits to sandwiches. Again, it’s almost everything you like. It’s suspicious that he knows exactly what you like when you’ve only ever mentioned half of this, but you allow it to drop for now.  

You didn’t think he had it in him to be this considerate. This whole date is seemingly tailored to you. Lohen lets the silence linger for a minute before he starts talking again. 

“Sooo,” he draws the vowels, “how was work today?”

It’s so mundane that you have to pause. “…Fine,” you allow after the quiet goes a beat too long. “Marjorie has some new imports from Springvale, baskets and that sort of thing.”

“Oh? Something new that I should come visit and see?”

“I should have you banned,” you say plainly. “You’re bad for business.”

“Now that’s just not true, Marjorie loves me.”

She does, for whatever reason. You don’t understand it at all, but you suppose that to almost every civilian, Lohen doesn’t present himself as trouble. He’s virtually one of the poster children of the knights, dependable and strong. 

“You’ve put a spell on her,” you say. “Marjorie doesn’t know what sort of barbarity she talks to.” Lohen laughs then, bright and cheerful. He leans forward slightly. 

“No one else is so harsh with me. You’re refreshing.” 

His lips curve up as he watches you. His words bounce around in your chest, matching the beat of your heart. You glance down at your plate. “A shame, people should criticize you more. You’re annoying.”

Annoying isn’t even half of it. The harsher words you would like to share with him are stuck in your throat. 

“This is what I’m talking about,” he shifts back into his own personal space with a happy sigh. 

You don’t want to dwell on how any of this makes you feel. You especially don’t want to dwell on the way your eyes betray you and watch the way he leans back, memorizing the arch of his spine. 

“How was your work today?” you want to move this away from you. Lohen makes a vague noise. 

“Same old same old, running around during menial tasks. Pretty boring stuff if you ask me, but Mondstadt has far fewer things to hunt.”

Right. He’s mentioned it in passing a few times. The Wild Hunt in Nod-Krai was always movement. Before he left for the expedition he was always moving around clearing monsters and treasure hoarders out. With the end of the higher stakes of Nod-Krai ended, it’s no surprise someone like him has begun to go stir crazy.

“Why are they keeping you in the city?” you find yourself asking.

“Paperwork,” Lohen says. “I’m starting to understand the Grandmaster and his reluctance to do his share of reports.”

“Is it really that much?”

“Why, interested in joining the knights?” Lohen teases. 

“Not in the slightest,” you shoot him down immediately. “That’s more time I would have to spend with the likes of you.”

Lohen hums and swirls his glass in feigned disinterest. “Well, this likes of me put something in your drink. Rather silly of you to take anything from me given your own view of me, no?”

The light mood shatters instantly, ice filling your veins. His idle stare gives nothing away. You become keenly aware of how far from the city walls he’s taken you. 

“What?” the words slip out before you can keep them from betraying your growing dread. He doesn’t say anything for too long, watching you with an eerily blank expression. You feel sick. 

And then he laughs cheerfully, like he’s done something clever. “Kidding, I’m kidding!  A joke, I promise. The look on your face was just too cute to pass on,” Lohen raises a hand in surrender. “I’m only reminding you to be vigilant.”

Vigilant of what, him? 

You don’t know if you believe his softening words. You do know that you should throw your drink at him. It’s always some unnerving trick with Lohen. You glance down at the surface of your drink skeptically, trying to dampen the anxiety that wriggles around with the butterflies in your chest. 

Lohen catches your hesitance. He takes your glass from your hand and brings it to his mouth, taking a deliberate sip before handing it back. “See? You’re fine.” 

He pushes it back into your palm. The glass is cold. He drank from where you had been.

“What is wrong with you?” you frown at him. “That’s not funny.”

Lohen doesn’t look bothered by your unease. In fact, he seems interested in it. “I let you worry for what, less than a minute? On my honor as a knight, I didn’t do anything, I just wanted to see you panic.”

That’s worse, you think. In character for him, but worse. There is a reason you hate him. He sits across from you like he’s innocent, as if he didn’t intentionally scare you for no reason at all. 

You consider throwing your drink at him again. Ultimately, you decide he would probably like that because there is something wrong with him, so you set the glass down.

“You’re awful.”

“The worst,” Lohen agrees. “Turn around, you’ll miss the sunset.”

You aren’t keen on turning your back to him, but you listen. The sight that greets you almost melts away your irritation with the man. 

Warm oranges and reds paint the sky and cast a fuzzy glow over the landscape. Shadows stretch lazily over the rolling hills, the wind calm and slow. Purple darkens the horizon. It’s almost out of a painting. 

You look back at Lohen to find him smiling at you. It’s not even one of his usual nasty ones either. You know it’s more genuine than his others because he smoothes it out as soon as you turn. Your stomach does another awkward flip. The panic begins to subside little by little until you can breathe again.

The setting sun covers him in gold. The light catches on his hair, his skin, his earring, and the buckle on his choker. It’s like he’s been dipped in honey. He looks friendlier this way too. Your chest feels warm. You want to kiss him.

The thought blossoms slowly, each petal unfurling to present it to you. It’s all sort of gooey inside. The equivalent of a record scratch cuts off all coherent lines of thought. How terrible. 

Sitting here under the sun, you can’t even try to deny that you don’t like him. It’s painful. He’s gorgeous. For once, he keeps his mouth shut as you stare at him. 

Heat eats its way up your throat, settling over your tongue. You should say something before it gets awkward. Lohen doesn’t appear inclined to interrupt you. 

Eventually, Lohen raises his glass again. “I think I might like that expression on you a bit more than your panic.”

He has to ruin everything. 

You become aware of the slightly slanted down turn of your brow and the gentle warmth that sits on your skin.

“It looks like you want to eat me too,” he smiles into his drink. “You’re making me excited.”

You don’t have anything at all to say to that. You turn your head back to watch the sunset, trying to still your thoughts as the orange slips further down the horizon and disappears. 

You are so screwed. 

When you turn back to look at him, he’s already looking at you. His lips quirk once you meet his gaze, breaking his quiet expression. Your heart twists again. You might be okay with this. 

The rest of dinner is nice, another word that seems out of place on anything regarding Lohen. The two of you chat some more and watch the sun finish its descent and swap places with the moon. 

He doesn’t pull anything else on you for the remainder of the night. His focused attention makes you feel a bit dizzy. You can’t shake the feeling that he’s trying to dissect you with his eyes alone. And not in the sexy way either. 

You’re loath to admit it to yourself, but this is a lot of fun. He keeps pulling the conversation from himself and back onto you. 

When dinner starts to wrap up, you’re reluctant to go. Lohen stands easily and brushes off his pants before offering you a hand. “I’ll walk you back, who knows what could happen in the dark,” he teases. 

You can’t argue with him on it, you’re far enough from the city walls that there may very well be monsters or the like lurking in the shadows. The way he smiles at you says that he knows it. Terrible. He’s terrible. 

You take his hand and let him hoist you to your feet. With his hand in yours, you debate shaking him to vent your frustrations. He always gets you into a dilemma: be mean to him and watch him enjoy it, or do nothing and watch his smug expression while he knows what you want to do. 

He squeezes your hand before letting go of you. Your fingers curl as they fall back to your side. Shadows obscure part of his face. 

You need to look away. The warmth in your chest threatens to consume you. You look back at the blanket he’s left in the grass. 

“You’re going to leave it?” 

“Oh, this?” Lohen glances back too. “It’s fine. A couple of my subordinates need a bit of extra menial work, they’ll clean everything up.”

“That’s a blatant abuse of authority,” you find yourself smiling. 

Lohen shrugs. “It’s good for them, slackers need things to do.” He tilts his head in the direction of the city. “All ready to go?”

“I suppose,” you take a moment to look up at the moon. The silver light licks over your hands and pools between your fingers. You force your next words out and past your lips: “this was fun.”

You hear Lohen exhale a laugh next to you. You don’t want to look at him. “Yeah? I’m glad.” The words are simple, but they make your head spin. Maybe it’s the tone. 

He nudges you again. When you look at him again, his smile has morphed back into the infuriating teasing thing he likes to don around you. “Come on, a knight can’t leave you stranded in the dark.”

“I can take care of myself,” you argue more on reflex than anything else. “The city isn’t so far.”

“Don’t be stubborn, what if there’s treasure hoarders that can’t resist your pretty face?”

“This close to the walls there will at most be hilichurls,” you counter and pretend him calling you pretty doesn’t do something terrible to you. 

“Wishful thinking on my part then,” he shrugs. “I’m itching for it.”

“It?” you echo. Logen doesn’t answer you properly. He just winks and gestures toward the city again. 

“After you.” 

His faux chivalry pisses you off. It also makes you want him more. 

The walk back is quiet. Crickets chirp from the bushes. Lohen is quieter than he was on the walk out, leaving you to sort through the knot in your stomach. 

It is not long before the city comes into view, exuding a glow from the lanterns on the gate, making it enticing in the dark you walk in. 

“Vice captain,” the two knights acting as guards scramble to straighten up from their slumped positions. 

“Slacking off, are we?” Lohen slows for a moment to give them both a smile. “I didn’t know you were volunteering for training.”

The way his voice dips with the words promises nothing but misery. Lohen keeps you moving, guiding you through the gates and into the city. You glance at the guards you’ve left behind. They look pale. 

Lohen catches your gaze and smiles. You’re tempted to ask what he’s going to do with them, but think better of it. 

It’s only a few minutes more before the two of you are approaching your apartment. You’re reluctant to part ways, and that only irritates you. 

He’s given you two reasons on this date alone to dislike him, he pretended to drug you and then he threatened some subordinates. Your heart isn’t keeping up with the memo, however. 

Lohen walks you right up to your door.  Ah…are you supposed to invite him in? Do you want to? The better question might be should you?

You would like to consider yourself a smart person. Even smart people have their stupid moments. You debate with yourself for a second, glancing at his choker and then to the curious but amused slant of his eyes. 

Whatever. You can hate yourself later. 

With that final thought, you reach out without any further hesitation to hook your fingers under his choker and yank him closer to you. His hand flies up to stop you before he recognizes what you’re doing. He laughs and redirects his hand to your cheek. The leather of his glove is soft on your skin. 

And then your lips crash into each other. It’s clumsy with heat. You can feel him smiling against your mouth. His hand slides down to rest on the side of your neck. You’re afraid that if you open your eyes, you’ll find his already open. 

You pull him closer, fingers twisting his choker so he can’t move away from you. His smile widens. You can hardly breathe. The feeling of his mouth and hands on you is almost too much. Warmth trails its way up your spine and around your lungs. 

Every nerve is on fire. Lohen matches your movements eagerly, grip tightening against the side of your neck. It’s not enough to constrict your airflow let alone hurt, but it’s pressure. His hand slides to the nape of your neck. 

You part your lips when he licks the seam of your mouth. You expect tongue. Instead, it feels like you’re being devoured. Teeth find your lips, open mouthed as he bites you. 

You make a sharp noise, startled at the sudden pain. You shake him by his choker and bite him back, catching his lower lip between your own teeth, but it hardly deters him. 

The sharp nips send shivers down your spine. He pulls you impossibly closer to him. Your free hand fists his shirt collar. He laughs lowly against your lips and finally breaks away from you. His hand doesn’t leave your neck.

You’re out of breath, chasing his lips for a fraction of a second before you stop to look at him. His cheeks are dusted pink, lips kiss bruised and probably actually bruised from your teeth, and his eyes are locked solely on you. 

Usually his attention makes you a little uneasy, his eyes are always so dull, but right now you don’t want him looking anywhere else. He’s panting too. 

A delighted smile blooms over his face. You must look like a mess. His fingers flex against your nape. “So much for saying you hate me,” Lohen teases, “I knew you were a biter.” His voice is rough, giddy and breathless. “Are we going inside?”

Your heart pounds against your sternum. You’re already reaching for your keys. He’s a bad idea and you know it, but you can’t quite help yourself. You let go of him, fingers sliding out of his choker. Your skin stings from how tightly you had it twisted. 

Lohen loosens his grip on you, letting you step away from him. “Yeah,” you nod and shove your key into the lock. You push the door open and step in, holding it open for him.

You pause in the doorway to cast a backwards glance at him. He’s still standing there, watching you. Distantly, you’re sure he really is going to eat you alive. That’s fine, you can bite too. 

“You coming?” you ask with a raised brow. You can feel the flush on your chest and ears, the warm pinks meeting in the middle on your face. 

Lohen’s smile turns wolfish. “Sure am,” he says. The heat in your stomach flares again. 

You can berate yourself for this later. You step out of the way for him to come in. The door clicks shut behind him and his lips meet yours again. 

[cruel-hiraeth]

KEEP YOUR COOL ꒰ ajax tartaglia childe x reader ꒱

cw: mdni. mild violence and blood. suggestive content. cursing. reader is gn and called “dove” once. wc: 733. notes: this is an old, reworked drabble for my beloathed’s birthday!

The honed edge of your dagger kisses his carotid pulse.

Lightning cracks through your veins and sets your nerves ablaze, a storm brewing in your mind as you stare down the Harbinger you’ve pinned against the wall. One hand grips your weapon, the other splays across his throat in firm warning. He’s hot to the touch—almost burning, a solar flare—tiny clusters of stars and constellations floating across the milky expanse of his skin.

Nonplussed, Tartaglia chuckles. His freckled cheeks are flushed, dimples boyishly framing his smile. “To what do I owe this pleasure? It’s not often that I’m greeted so intimately.”

The saccharine lilt of his voice vibrates through your starsilver blade; your fingertips prickle. His flippant tone stokes your temper, words burrowing beneath your flesh. It’s all a game to him—you know this, yet the flames of your anger merely grow, licking up your spine. Keep your cool, you think to yourself. You inhale deeply to steady your breath.

“Why are you here?” Venom coats each syllable of your question, though it’s not enough to fell such a foe.

He grins despite being at the mercy of your blade: knife-sharp teeth gleaming, mien that of a beast on the hunt—predatory. His azure irises, fathomless as the Abyss, glow in the gloom.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

If looks could kill, he’d be nothing more than an oozing heap of meat on the floor. You apply more pressure to the dagger, the delicate skin of his neck stretching, blood welling just below the surface. If nothing else, he’ll have a nice bruise tomorrow to remember you by. “Don’t play coy. How did you get into my bedroom?” 

Breezy laughter peals in the air and echoes in your ears; his Adam’s apple bobs against your sweat-slick palm. “That’s a steep accusation, dove. Don’t work yourself up so much—this is an innocent misunderstanding.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you spit. “There’s nothing ‘innocent’ about you breaking into my home in the middle of the night and watching me sleep like a gods-damned psychopath.”

His face contorts in mock-hurt. “Psychopath? You wound me.”

“I’ll do worse than wound you if you keep being a smart-ass. Now tell me how you got in here and I’ll—”

Cutting you off mid-sentence, Tartaglia surges forward and grabs your wrists, forcing your weapon to fall to the floor in a clatter. Taking advantage of your shock, he flips you around and shoves you against the wall, slamming your captive hands above your head. A lithe leg slips between your thighs to further pin you in place. You can’t even take a breath before his lips clash with yours.

The kiss isn’t an embrace so much as it is a spar, a violent scuffle of frustration and fervor. It’s impossible to tell where one mouth begins and the other ends; you blur into one another, saliva and ichor mixed and mingled, pushed back and forth between teeth and tongue. You bite down on his bottom lip, savoring the vibration of his groan, then lap up his blood. Ugly and raw, you duel out of pride…

(You linger, however, for the warmth that blooms low in your belly, aided by the insistent grind of his thigh.)

When the two of you part, it’s at the same time: an impasse. Your lips are swollen and bruised—an embarrassing badge that you’ll deal with later, after the thrill subsides—a red thread of spider-silk still tying you together.

“How was that?” you murmur.

Instead of answering your question, your lover leans down to lick up the mess of fluids that smear your chin. “Mmmm.”

You roll your eyes with a huff as he releases your wrists. “I can’t believe this is what you wanted for your birthday, Ajax. You’re a sick freak.”

Cupping your face, he examines you closely. You squeeze your eyes shut and scrunch your nose.

“Well, you agreed to this, so: pot meet kettle,” he coos. “Archons that was so sexy…You’re lucky I have excellent self-control—I nearly ended it about half a dozen times to fuck you.”

“I had no idea,” you deadpan, brushing against the tent in his pants.

“Well, are you going to help me take care of it?”

Pretending to think for a moment, you hum. “Hm…Convince me.”

“Oh?” His touch wanders downward; he wears a smirk that spells trouble. “Gladly.”

[diz-eaze]

there is no god.

even as they stare down at you from above, wings fluttering to keep their momentum with a golden crown entombed on their head, long lashes fluttering in a groggy blink as if they've woken up from a brief nap, you conclude once more:

there is no god, nor do you acknowledge the being above as one.

they descend upon you with a sweeping motion of their wings. bare feet touch the ground, muddling their flowing robes with the filth of teyvat's soil yet they regard it with slight fondness, for everything in this world is, in a way, connected to you -- only because you were born here.

how have you been? their voice resonates from deep within you, having no need to open their mouth and waste their breath. speaking is of no cost to a powerful being like them, but you find that they tend to be a sloth in most aspects of their life.

the primary focus of their energy is often exerted between harassing you and meddling with teyvat's affairs, on most unfortunate days, it's both.

i've been well, phanes. you bow, keeping a firm grip on your basket. threads of disordered wood poke at your skin, keeping you grounded in teyvat.

i see. they stay silent for a few mind-numbing seconds, heavenly eyes drinking in your submissive posture as if they've been separated from you for eons. their wings slightly jostle from behind before they look away, a telltale sign you now know as them being flustered.

finally: would you like to accompany me to the heavens? they ask, redirecting their piercing gaze back to you. i've been meaning to show you something.

you look up at the looming structure, noting with disdain that the nail they dropped on lang-gan truly is gone. this intruder rules with an impenetrable iron fist, and you are reminded once more that they who stand before you is no god. they are a thief who came from the cosmos and overthrew the dragon king nibelung.

such a being can only parody care and love, and you'd be a fool to think the attention they spare you is anything more than a delusion conjured from their mind.

[diz-eaze]

Your mitya posts lwk made me obsessed with him 💔💔 I need to see him in game NEOWWWWW

today's ooc mitya is.... two-faced mitya <333

#thinking of there being an infiltration segment in the snezh AQ wherein you're on the opposing side of the traveler and mitya's and well. the traveler just got here, so leave it to mitya to handle the persuasion part of their plan ^^ ! approaches with a happy-go-lucky persona, treating you like an old friend he's only seen just now as he so very sweetly asks for that key in your breast pocket. they need it to save snezhnaya, dear friend! >< he'll treat you to good food after this! so you can fish it out or... he (his scarf hands really) can take it himself! ^^

slapping his weirdly sentient creeping scarf away, you point your rifle straight to his chest, and stand your ground. you serve the tsaritsa, and you certainly will not let a random scholar influence you into their... propaganda. watching his upturned eyes and smiley face quickly morph into a scowl as he throws profanities under his breath, lamenting at how you have such a pretty face too... unfortunate </3

[saetiate]

cora how do we feel about bunny portal fic 👀

He does it on purpose. Has one created just so he can torture you, completely intentionally. Installs cameras in your room so he can watch the way you fall apart on your bed. Spends the day before giving you light and teasing touches under the guise of “just friends”, all so he can know for sure that it’s him you’re thinking apart as his tongue presses against the portal and into your folds

[eepylohen]

working at lohen x afab!reader (it's going to be gn, but he will call reader his wife, so i'm not sure if i can put gn too) divorced au!

have a sneak peek! i'll probably post it sometime this month, after I'm done writing two requests.

summary: you divorced lohen. or at least, that's what the paperwork says. then you immediately left for an expedition, and now, after two years away, you've finally returned to mondstadt — only to discover that almost no one knows the marriage ever ended. and… neither does lohen. as far as he's concerned, he's still your husband. after all, he once promised to stay by your side until death parted you, and he never stopped meaning it.

topics: comedy with slightly angst, tension, exes, longing, yearning….. lohen gets what he deserves but refuses to move on…….. and still wears his rings and calls you “his wife” LMFAO, get back together...?👀

[saintshigaraki]

nothings funny to barou when you’re having a bad day. his teammates try joking around with him at practice and he says the world would be better off without them in it

[saintshigaraki]

you having a bad bad day…tucked into barous bed while he gets ready for practice….he ends up kneeling in front of you. pressing a long kiss to your forehead and says low and sweet that he loves you….stays there until you say it back, even if it’s just a whisper.

[mewnbuns]

⸺ ⟢ synopsis. jing yuan isn’t a fan of early mornings, and you’re not a fan of heat waves. though perhaps you can both come to an agreement.

pairing. jing yuan x fem! reader | wc. 1.4k words | genres. smut. minors do not interact. | warnings. cock warming. a little sweat mention but it’s not particularly in a kink way. a little lighthearted teasing. idk why it’s taken me so long to write something like this given the current weather. he refers to you as “my dear.” | return to masterlist.

⸺ ⟢ notes. this is your reminder to keep cool, wear spf + drink water if you’re currently suffering like i am ☀️

It had been hot these past few days.

The temperature has made it feel entirely impossible to get any rest at night considering the lack of a breeze coming in through your propped open bedroom window, and it’s definitely not made any better by the huge furnace of a man that was currently pressed up against you either.

Jing Yuan was a cuddler. Terribly so. Usually you wouldn’t be one to complain about it, but when it’s 4am and you’re woken up by the uncomfortable feeling of sweat pooling on your skin from where he’s holding you close to himself, it makes it hard to ignore it.

You blink groggily into the darkness of your bedroom as you wake up for probably the nth time, shifting a little with a movement that emphasises the way the back of your pyjama shirt is completely soaked with sweat, and the realisation is enough to make you cringe.

The flimsy fabric is sandwiched between your own skin and that of Jing Yuan’s broad, warm chest from where he’s got you pressed against it. And following that up with another shift to try and earn yourself some distance, and air, only seems to bring your attention to just how tight he’s got you.

It’s not all that surprising, you’re the first person to know that Jing Yuan’s muscles aren’t all for show, but when they’re the only thing coming between you and some much needed sleep after a long day, you find yourself cursing them anyway.

You struggle against his arms again, trying to move softly as to not wake up the slumbering general behind you— but enough to try and peel his biceps from where they’re hugging around your waist. But even this slight movement is making you feel even hotter, and with every passing second where your body temperature feels like it’s slowly rising— you find yourself getting more frustrated.

You kick your feet a bit, shoving the last of the forsaken comforter off of your legs in a desperate attempt to get more of a breeze. But when your attempts only seem to end in vain and you stop struggling, you swear Jing Yuan’s grip on you only appears to have gotten tighter.

A voice from behind is the only thing that stops you from thwacking him over the head.

“Come now, leaving so soon?” Jing Yuan hums, his voice a waking rumble in his chest as he shifts in the space behind you. “Surely it’s far too early for even you to start the day.”

“Let go off me, it’s too hot.” You huff, emphasising your words with another attempt to get out of his hold. “You’re not making it any better.”

Jing Yuan gives your waist a squeeze.

“Is that so?”

“Be serious, am I the only one sweating? You’re like a human furnace.”

The mattress appears to shift for a moment, and you’re sure if you had your eyes on the general right now he’d have shrugged. “A small price to pay.” His voice follows, proving you right with his smug response. “I find I sleep much better that way.”

“Well, I must tell you you’re alone in that regard.”

You try to shove an elbow back in rebellion, but when it’s met with a hard wall of Jing Yuan’s muscles and a slow, sleepy chuckle from the man behind you; you assume he couldn’t have felt it as anymore than a tickle.

“You wound me.” He breathes against your skin, making you shudder as he tucks you in closer. “Your feeble attempt to escape is noted but ultimately denied.”

“You’re torturing me here.”

“Torturing you, hm?” Jing Yuan murmurs, stroking his thumb beneath the damp fabric of your shirt. “Is that truly how one would refer to their current position?”

You lose your focus on how warm you are when Jing Yuan’s words are followed by his strong biceps pulling you closer to his bare chest, the movement allowing you to feel the way his cock is already hard and aching against your lower back.

His lips press just short of your ear now, tresses of white hair falling along your face as he presses you into the pillows.

“I have a few other terms in mind that you may find much more fitting.” His breath against your skin makes you shudder. “And you’re not exactly making it easy for me, are you? With all of your movements. I would consider you quite calculated, my dear.”

It’s almost involuntary the way you grind your hips back to meet him.

You find yourself wiggling yourself towards him, clutching at his forearm and despite the way you’re sweating against his form— his skin is warm and grounding. His fingers finally slide beneath the fabric of your shirt, and he digs his hands into the supple skin of your hips to keep you in place when he grinds up against you again.

“I’m sweaty though.” You murmur, pressing yourself back hard against Jing Yuan.

He’s busy pressing kisses down the length of your neck, the warmth of his hands only leaving your skin in favour of shoving down his boxers. “Is that supposed to deter me?”

“I of all people know nothing deters you, Jing Yuan.” You throw a half-lidded look over your shoulder. “Though I must admit you have a way of convincing people.”

His chuckle is a slow release, accompanied by his aching cock springing free behind you and smearing beads of precum along the skin of your thighs when you grind back to meet it.

“I have years of negotiations beneath my belt, my dear.” Jing Yuan reminds before his hands return to your skin, and in one smooth motion he lifts up your thighs enough to pull your damp panties to the side. “Though I would consider this one to be amongst the utmost important.”

Jing Yuan’s lips are back against your ear before the press of his aching cock slides its way through your glistening folds. It’s followed by a slow, languid roll of his hips as the heavy shaft drags along the glistening slick of your pussy, soaking him to the base as the blunt head catches on the hood of your clit and it’s gentle enough to make you twitch.

Your head drops back against Jing Yuan’s chest, and you spread your thighs wider when he pulls you back again. His cock presses against your tight hole now and your voice appears to catch in your throat. “I don’t think Fu Xuan will be happy to hear you take this more seriously than your duties.”

That makes him chuckle again, but he doesn’t respond immediately— too busy placing a few open-mouthed kisses along the dip of your shoulder before he’s suddenly sinking up into you.

“Perhaps it’s best we don’t tell her this one, hm?”

It’s all so lazy but deliberate, the way Jing Yuan groans against your throat while one of his hands move to rub soothing, slow circles into your clit as your pussy clenches around him. Accompanied by the stuffy heat in your bedroom, and how deep he already feels, you feel dizzy and full— arching back against him as you attempt to take even more into your flexing walls.

Until you feel him glide past the soft spot that makes your whole body twitch, and you manage a weak, dreamy whine when he eventually bottoms out. His heavy balls press tight against your ass, and when your pussy flexes again— you suddenly find it easier to ignore the wet press of your back against the general’s chest.

You feel Jing Yuan’s jaw clench when you relax against his body once more, feeling his large, warm palm return to its place beneath your shirt as he takes a slow handful of your breast. A thin layer of sweat meets him there, but instead of cringing away— it appears to allow the soft, lazy back and forth swipe of his thumb over your nipple to feel that much more gentle.

“Shall I consider this negotiation a success then, my dear?” Jing Yuan asks after a moment, his voice sounding much more dazed from where he now rests.

And if you didn’t find yourself equal parts full and comfy all of a sudden, you would surely find that previous fire to thwack him would come back.

But instead you wiggle your hips a bit more, enough to make Jing Yuan’s cock throb from where he’s pressing up against your walls and when it’s enough to make him take a sharp breath. You consider that a victory in itself.

“Atleast offer me a fan to cool down next time.” You tease before settling down again, eyes fluttering with sleep.

“Oh, I am sure that would be no trouble at all.” He responds in kind, his voice rougher with drowsiness but still as sly. “You need only ask.”

If your eyes weren’t closed, you would roll them.

“Go to sleep, Jing Yuan.”