𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

˖˚˳⊹ jealous sex feat. kazuha : xiao : ayato : childe : kaeya : diluc : zhongli : albedo x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : jealousy : possessive behavior (not detailed)

kazuha, who felt terrible right now, having those thoughts cross his mind and haunting him weren't any helpers, at all. He'd force himself to smile once meeting your eyes, slowly advancing towards you to embrace you in a tight hug, fingertips digging themselves into the soft flesh of your thighs. His lips needy and full of hunger on top of yours as he slowly traces them with his tongue, his digits tracking down your stomach until they hit the spot right above your heat, skilled fingers hooking around your pants and pushing himself down with one swift motion, your cunt welcoming him in an almost desperate way. His straightforwardness was a great distraction from the first finger he probed right at your hole, collecting your slick before inserting it with a low groan coming out of his throat. Kazuha knew he shouldn't be jealous right now - yet he couldn't help himself - needs to show you how crazy you‘re making him feel.

xiao, who was boiling at the thought of losing you to someone else. - It could happen anytime - the little voices in his head bickering around, though luckily, that's when your soft arms wrapped around his body, pulling him from the darkness that seemed to consume him. He'd search for your lips hungrily, surrendering to the passion you always managed to arouse in him. "You won't leave, right?" he's whimpering, a small whisper against your ear once he pushed his throbbing cock inside of your welcoming hole. "don't leave me. okay." and he's so sensitive right now, hiding his face and stifling his whiny cries while pushing his painfully hard cock in and out of you. It was beyond him now, warm tears running over his cheeks uncontrollably. You, who's slowly wrapping your arms around his body, making sure he understands that you'll never ever leave him behind. <3

ayato, who's never jealous, - in his eyes at least - , he's only worried for you to get in danger :( ! so it's only fair for him to show you that he's the only one who can bury his cock deep inside your throat. All kinds of fluids, yours and his combined, dribbling down the corners of your mouth to your chin and staining his dress pants and boxers in a downright pornographic way. You were choking and gulping around him messily, your skilled tongue lapping at the underside of his cock and grazing through the pulsating veins, flattering to caress the abused skin as you hollowed your cheeks. "Fuck." a low groan from deep inside his chest, his hands finding refuge in your hair as he rutted himself against your warm mouth, meeting your pace halfway. "I'm the only one who can ruin you like this, answer me." he's joking right, how could you possible answer him with his dick deep inside your throat. All you did though was look up at him through under your lashes, your eyes saying more than you ever could and that's when he saw the answer he was seeking from you.

childe, who'd rather die than admit he's jealous of a random person hitting on you. Is he getting clingy? surely, but that's only normal for him, right? He's desperately trying to hide his jealousy in front of you, but fails miserably once he has you spread out for him on the bed. "fuck." he's sighing between gritted teeth, his heavy cock finding refuge in your sobbing cunt, - finally - , he thought to himself. The raw feeling of his girth stretching you out and almost snapping you in half made it harder for you to stifle your moans, he was just way too big for you :( pulsating veins gazing through your walls, but ajax took his time tonight, much to your surprise. "why-." he's wincing, biting down on his lower lip and moving closer to your face, "who was that today?" His hips stilled for a moment just as he buried himself balls deep back into your warm embrace.

kaeya, who'd find it amusing, if anything. He knows he has nothing to fear, but what's that aching feeling in his chest? must be getting a cold, he figured. Couldn't shake it off though, he was beyond confused and the way he caged you against the bed once the both of you finally got home, only helped a bit. Another one of your cries falling deaf to his ears while his skilled fingers circled and pinched your glistering clit, synching the movements of your hips, leaving you breathless and shaking under the weight of his body. "Are you close? Tell me how it feels, come on." he's so needy right now, his body heat connecting with your own as he whispered more sinful things into your ear. The pace of his fingers never faltered, warm tears running down your cheeks at the intensity of your approaching orgasm that would reach you any moment now. "Please tell me how it feels." he's almost desperate at this point, once you realized that something was bothering him, —unable to place on what it was — you quickly proceeded to tell him just how much you loved him, over and over again. <3

diluc, who'd be embarrassingly obvious in front of you. His cheeks would fade a dark shade of red once you're actually confronting him about it. You're so close right now, breath fanning against his lips while slowly sliding your fingertips down the big dent that formed in his pants. "So, you weren't." stopping mid sentence, to slip your hand past his waistband and feel his growing erection throb against your palm, "jealous?" you finished your question off with a wink, roughly tracing his lips with your tongue which had him whining against you. His eyes blown as wide as saucers as he watched you stroke him lazily, his cock head poking out from his pants and archons, did it look angry, almost ready to cum on the spot. The view was way too lewd for him, groaning from the feeling of your warm hand circling and fisting his dick so fucking perfectly. "maybe." he was saying it through clenched teeth while holding onto your shirt for stability, "maybe a bit."

zhongli, who doesn't see the point of being jealous, but sometimes even he can get quite possessive towards you. He's trying desperately to hide those particular feelings, but he can't help it but be worried about you sometimes. That's only normal, right? "Come to me, darling." he'd motion you towards him, guiding and hoisting your body up so that your legs were on each side of his thighs. It wasn't long until you felt something hard brush against your legs, looking up at the man who had his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His facial expression almost made you cum untouched, half lidded eyes and hooked, slowly opening them and looking through his lashes. "I'm not fond of seeing you with them." he’s embarrassed, hiding his blushed out face in the nook of your neck, lips locking against your soft skin. You’re shuddering at the tenderness of his wet and sloppy kisses. He began to guide you carefully against his pulsating, throbbing length that he couldn't wait to plunge balls deep inside of you later, "you belong to me." you surely were making him loose all the cool he possessed today. <3

albedo knew what jealousy was, though he wasn't feeling it very often, it did show itself around his head from time to time. Whenever he does feel like he's getting quite possessive towards you, he'll always make sure to at first: tell himself that he has no reason to feel this way - and sometimes - only that would help to get it released from the tight grip of his thoughts. But once his heart started pumping ten times faster than normally at the mere sight of you, that's when it hit him again, all those sorrows and hurtful feelings came rushing back to him. They wouldn't leave him for the whole night, even if he tried. "Hmm." He'd just hum his replies, which you knew meant his mind was somewhere else completely. The harshness of his thrusts and his grip increasing without him realizing, burying himself deep inside your wet warmth, a broken moan escaping from his chest once he felt you clench. Luckily though, your skilled fingers would trace up his chest, finding refuge on his cheeks and pulling him close for a kiss, a whispery 'I love you' dancing from your mouth to his ears, calming him down in a heart beat. <3

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okay so... would gorou's ears twitch whenever he cums in you? well of course, i'm not talking about a slight twitch here... you know. i'm talking about a pair of extremely twitch ears with a flushed red face, he's almost crying from how good your cunt feels! he just can't shut his mouth... sigh... you're not sure if he's doing it on purpose or he's as oblivious as that but he always and always tells you how you make him feel good. "fuck-- oh, fuck. relax a little, you're sucking me in-- i can't move like this." and it drives you crazy because it's so nasty and embarassing and all of that. between the breathless words, gorou kisses you-- when he's rutting and fucking you so hard his kisses are sloppy and messy, salive drips down from his chin to your naked breasts. most of the time, just to tease you, gorou would let his sharp teeth leave a mark behind on yor body. he loves to bury his head on your chest, leaving open mouthed kisses all over to your burning skin before he goes crazy and bites and nibbles on your nipples... what a shameless boy he is! besides, he can't stop cumming when you touch his twitchy ears and tug on them. he likes it when your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching the behind of his ears before you give a harsh tug. he's crying! begging for you to do it again, his hips start to move carelessly and erratically, he's out of breath and just can't control himself. he cums so much that it hurts-- it hurts but he's addicted to this feeling because your velvety walls wrap his aching cock perfectly, and he just want to fill you up, wants to see you wear your panties back-- the idea of you walking around, literally acting as if nothing happened while you're pumped full of his cum makes gorou's cock rock-hard. he just loves to be your fucktoy <3 !!!!!! just use him, please, he'll do anything for you, he'll ruin you-- he'll let you ruin him. just say the word and he'll make sure to give it to you just as you want it.

— 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

✦ breeding their beloved god (yandere sagau!) feat. venti, tighnari, zhongli, childe, kaeya

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, everything is consensual, breeding kink, creampies, yandere tendencies,  monsterfucking adjacent (venti, zhongli), sacrilegious (venti), venti having wings, womb tattoo (venti), knotting (tighnari), biting (tighnari), overstimulation (zhongli), dacryphila (zhongli), size kink (zhongli), mirror sex (zhongli), exhibitionism (childe), voyeurism (childe), temperature play (kaeya), fingering (kaeya), impact play (kaeya), unedited

✦ set up: you didn’t expect to wake up one day in a world that looked exactly like the silly game you play on your phone and laptop. You didn’t expect even pushing through the migraine, pulsating in your head that the eyes of your favorite character shined in delight looking at you. You couldn’t help relishing in that love…even if they truly loved the god they thought you of.

As one of the longest devoted acolytes, Venti’s whole body rushed with serotonin when his eyes finally gazed at your own. Through the wind he had always heard your smiles in reference to him..something about “pulling” or laughing at “voice lines”—whatever that meant. He was so blessed to hold you in his once empty arms finally.

Was he your favorite, right? He constantly whined and pouted to make sure you reminded him—those playful turquoise eyes going sharp, gazing at the Knights of Favonius, the elite clans of Mondstadt, or even the other archons who descended down to his land—desperate to gain your attention and favor. You wouldn’t though. He was the favorite of the bunch and he would prove it to everyone else.

Even despite the church of Mondstadt being empty, there you plaid out, perfectly displayed to him—folds absolutely covered with your slick and his saliva, as he wiped his pale face clean with a grind. With two fingers pressing against your soft folds, he opened you open further watching your hole flutter on nothing, waiting for him…and him alone.

He couldn’t stop himself from unleashing his human persona of “Venti”, white wings sprouting out as he nudged the tip of his already tripping cock inside of you. With lips quivering, his moans reverberated through his church, quickly bottoming out and sliding deep inside of you. Hearing you whine out his name, squirming underneath him was enough to have a celestial being such as himself, fall to such depraved. 

You could only gasp feeling his cock change and thicken inside of you, walls stretching out even further as his relentless pace wouldn’t stop. He could only muffle his giggles, tongue darting out of his face as he pulled and sucked on your newly hard nipples as your legs reached around bringing him even deeper inside of you.

Venti only saw white when you tightly gripped onto his wings—babbling praises, tongue lolled out and eyes rolling back of his head as he finally emptied himself inside of you. He could feel you clench tightly on his cock, trying to milk every ounce of cum from him. 

He tried not to let the tears prick his eyes from falling, with that obsessive grin on his face. He instead laid his head down on your chest, lazily thrusting his hips still inside of you to get that slightly glowing essence as deep inside of you as possible. Seeing his mark forming on your lower stomach, his eyes finally closed. This would be the best possible way to deter any of them from becoming your favorite.

In the deep forests of Sumuru, Tighnari stood by one of his beloved plants meditating and praying to see you. He wouldn’t have expected in a million scenarios that when he opened his eyes, you were there meekly gazing over confused about just where you were.

You had become quite the talk of the town when word finally spread through Sumuru that you had descended among your people, but yet Tighnari suggested you remain with him in the forests, studying the learning about the predicament you had fallen yourself into. He loved being your guide, teaching you about the ways of the world. Enjoy your company and presence that many people didn’t seem to want or understand.

He wanted to monopolize it. He always wanted to see that bright smile whenever your eyes would lock with one another.

Even as he laid in bed with you, his mind split apart not knowing what to do—his logical side and his more predatory instincts he often locked up and pushed down. Even as you grasped his cock, his body shook and trembled—trying to get a grip, trying not to give him. But that smile…aided in him snapping.

You could only gasp feeling his knot completely stretch you out. His fervor and strength caused the bed to creek loudly, etching marks on the once pristine walls of his home. His nails, newly sharp only helped your thigh up, reaching even deeper to graze by your cervix. His mouth connected to your nape muffling the heavy grunts and growls from his relentless pace.

Even as you spasmed on his cock, it just wasn’t enough for him. He needed to feel that tightness against, gripping down and holding onto his aching cock again and again.

He doesn’t recall how many rounds the two of you went through until his instincts finally subsided, big eyes watching globs of his cum leak down from your quivering hole. Was he ashamed of himself, he asked internally. No, he couldn’t be. That fucked-out smile of yours confirmed it, swelling his chest with pride. 

Perhaps he should thank his instincts for taking the initiative. The Akademiya wouldn’t be able to sweep you away, if you were full of his pups after all.

Your self-proclaimed most loyal acolyte was shocked when you knocked on the door of the Wangshuu Funeral Parlor looking for him. Could his people not realize the presence they were blessed with?? Hearing about your situation and examining the…interesting clothes you were wearing, Zhongli took it upon himself to do the very thing he had set out to do in day one—love and take care of his beloved God.

A fake saccharine smile fell on his face whenever his friend decided to show up to greet you. Or the copious amount of presence for the Tiaquan herself. Or how your attention seemed to be waning away from him. This was new, for Zhongli as his more possessive tendencies clawed at his chest. Dragons always did despise sharing, but for he would at least try.

It wasn’t until he heard your soft moans under the moonlight in your room, that he realized that other parts of you weren’t reserved for everyone else, it was for him, right? Don’t worry, He’ll take care of all of your needs like the devoted acolyte he is.

The nights you were under him after a day of not paying much attention to him were always his favorites. He loved holding you by the mirror of his office, watching your struggle and squirm to properly take his thick cock. Still, he cooed and motivated you—digits completely soaked in your essence toying with your needy clit— as he finally pushed further in. 

God, you were so perfect for him, even if he couldn’t fit himself fully inside of you as his tip was already nudged firmly against your cervix. His glowing black and golden arms moved you up and down his length, hips meeting the pace that he had set with his lips nibbling on the shoulder of your neck. 

Globs of his cum already stained your thighs as he continuously plunged himself into you for the fifth time this night. He knew you were tired, body shivering in exhaustion and pleasure, but he still kissed the saltiness of your dried overstimulated tears on your cheeks as you choked out his name yet again. 

HIs deep voice could only chuckle deeply, golden slits admiring the newly formed geo sigil marking your shoulder. His mind sears to the contract he had recently made of you, lust and obsession motivating him to finally finish the fertility ritual at long last.

Childe couldn’t help but tackle you when he first released you were his beloved God. His hands weaved with yours, a maddening grin on his face as his soulless sapphire eyes gazed up as yours with such admiration. A string of questions left his lips and he could tell how overwhelmed you were as your eyes widened in such confusion. 

He needed to take a step back. He was scaring you! His precious! He couldn’t do that! He was ashamed of it. He made himself out to be as if he were your best friend, making sure you felt safe and comfortable around him, just as your voice had when he was lost in the Abyss.

His arms were always around you since you had been staying in Snezhnaya. The way his fellow harbingers would gawk around you, trying to seduce, pull you over to them and get you to leave Childe often left him debating on whether to pick up his blades against his fellow “allies” or not. 

Still, you always looked back at him, holding his hand to reassure them. They wouldn’t know what the two of you had! He always had to remind himself that you preferred keeping your relationship with one another on the down-low, much to his dismay.

But eventually, those cunning and convincing words of his will finally get you to spread the word, along with your legs on top of the table in the Fatui’s HQ. The eyes of the Harbingers fell onto your form, hands tightly weaved into Childe’s—as it’s always been—as he rutted against you. Your slick developed into a pull on the once clean table, hand smacking down on your clit causing some of the harbingers to gasp in excitement.

It took only one look to dissuade any of the other harbingers from approaching, but it didn’t prevent them to cup their aching arousal watching Childe’s hips finally halted and shifted, as his thick white cum filled you up. He didn’t dare leave your velvety hole, he merely waited to get hard again, to do it again and again and again. Until, he knows you’re properly bred and his precious God, not theirs.

Could you ever believe that a being as cursed as his would be blessed and the first to meet you? Still, even as he reached a hand out introducing himself without a care in the world, you would never know just how much power you had over him.

And he hated it.

He didn’t hate you at all, it was quite the opposite really. He hated how things were getting to him more, that you were here and prospering in Mondstadt. His eyes would never match his smile anymore, watching his former brother gawk at you or his drinking friend consistently, whining and holding onto you. He could only bitterly laugh wondering what their reaction would be if they knew you were under him, a sinner, every night, relishing in the way your body took him so well.

That’s why he couldn’t help himself that night. Your ass was up in the air, as Kaeya smacked on the globe before grabbing a handful of it as his cock plowed inside of you. His fingers, imbedded with frost, massaged circles around your clit relishing in the way your flutter firmly against his length.

This is how their beloved God is, fucking a sinner nonetheless begging for him to go faster and deeper inside. He couldn’t help leaning into your ear telling you just what a pretty slut you were for an acolyte like him, only causing you to whine as his laughter filled the room. 

Grunting your name one more time, his heart swelled in the pride of his forgotten and unknown homeland—watching a slow river of his cum dribble out of you. His cold fingers pushed his cum back inside of you, curling his fingers and eliciting yet another moan from you. 

Khaenri’ah’s next heir was half of the world's beloved God, he was sure things would work out for the better. They would regardless since you’d had chosen him—out of everyone else—by your side.

"𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧?"

❁ heizou is craving your attention and love after coming home from a long day of work feat. heizou x fem! reader

❁ a/n: this is from my collab event with blue which you can find here!

❁ warnings: nsfw : soft heizou n needy heizou : touch starved! heizou : cumming inside : kinda sleepy sex in the beginning : he's whipped lolol

being a detective was everything heizou wished to be, and of course, said wish coming true since as of now— he has been known to be a remarkable detective with outstanding unique skills. One of the main struggles in your relationship was the difference in schedules the both of you shared, hence why he was very much delighted to finally be off work for tonight, meaning he’s finally able to see that pretty smile of yours.

it was already late at night, the way he opened the door was carefully, trying his hardest to prevent himself to cause any commotion when he knew you were probably already in a deep slumber. Heizou’s assumption was turned true once he slowly walked into the bedroom the both of you shared and archons, he hated himself very much right now. Truth is, heizou was riled up all day, his cock hard against his pants and craving for your attention yet he knew it would already be night once he‘s actually home. He’s quick to wiggle himself out of his work clothes, putting on some comfy garments instead before finally plunging next to you on the bed, the soft bedsheets engulfing his figure which was very much tired right now, muscles sore from working all day yet the attention in his lower area wouldn‘t going away. 

he turned to you, his sleeping beauty, watching your chest heave up and down so calmly while he noticed that you were indeed wearing one of his shirts. "Is that my shirt?" the way heizou was rolling that sentence from his tongue was mixed with some sort of smirk on his face— utterly pleased by your looks he advanced forward to spoon you, his arm lazily thrown over your body while you huffed out lovingly at the familiar feeling, yet your eyes still remained closed.

you‘re fucking adorable, he figured, pulling you closer against his embrace when he uncontiousely started to move his hips against you lightly, only a bit with barely any strength behind his doings before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. The slow rutting was able to stir you from your sleep at some point as you fluttered your eyes open to the barely lit up room, rubbing the sleep of your face to feel the man against you breathe harshly against your neck.

"heizou?" your voice was whiny and still sleepy, since you just woke up, yet the moment heizou heard you he couldn’t be happier. You were finally awake now! He was so needy for your touches yet he still felt bad that he really did end up waking you from your sleep. "yes, darling?“ you could feel that big smirk on his face again, didn‘t even have to turn around to feel him grin against your figure before he picked up on pace, his hips now rutting against the plush of your ass with an even faster speed but still rather carefully.

now that you were finally awake he really didn’t care any longer, "i missed you so much." heizou‘s sentence was voiced in a desperate and whiny demeanor, making multiple shivers run down your spine when his rough tongue traced a straight like from the back of your neck until it hit your earlobe. You’re panting, chest heaving up and down as your skin shivered from his mere touches. You're turning around to face the man behind you, rubbing the sleep of your eyes before showing him a bright smile in return.

your arms are looped around his neck to pull him closer, engulfing his lips in your own and kissing him lovingly, prying your tongue out to circle it around his own wet muscle. Heizou's hands were placed tightly on your hips, tracing over your natural curves before finally hooking your panties up to meet your throbbing cunt. It was warm and aching, craving for his touches before he swirled his pointer finger over the desperate bundle of nerves teasingly, resulting in you moaning out heavily against the kiss. You‘re lazily kicking your panties off your feet before pulling him closer into your embrace.

heizou retracted himself a bit so he'd now hover over you, guiding your legs so you'd wrap them around his hips before lowering himself to kiss you passionately. He’s sliding his pants down until they hit his knees, freeing his cock to the cold room which had a shiver run past his body.The kiss— which was sloppy at first, turned into a heated make out session as you could feel his tip prod teasingly over your hole. "please." you're whining, unhappy that heizou would still tease you now despite the fact that he literally woke you up from your sleep because of him being so needy tonight. With a quick grin he pouted his lips apathetically, "don't worry." he's panting, "leave it to me." it didn't take him much to shut you up, his tip now pushing past the wetness until he felt you suck him in already.

you're a panting mess once he's fully sheathed into you, girth throbbing around your walls as you made sure to clench around him dearly, his fat vein grazing over your delicate flesh and hitting all those right sweet spots he knew you were very much going crazy over. Heizou was your ultimate worshipper, he would give his everything in any moment, in his life, any minute, his vision showing truly that once he's locking gazes with your heartfelt eyes. You're looking up at him through your lashes, truly lost in the feeling of his warmth radiating inside of you.

he's smiling unexpectedly out of joy, reassurance and utter love which only you were able to give him. "I love you." he's chanting now, "I love you so much." his face was hiding in the crook of your neck and leaving open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin up to you collarbone, simultaneously with the steady thrusts he was going for now. Heizou would make sure to grind himself deeper into your cunt whenever he'd be fully sucked in by you, rolling his eyes back whenever your pulsating walls would hold him in. He's so alert in the moment, doing his best to be present and cherish your body like no other.

you were so perfect in his eyes, body spread out for him while he's hovering over your figure, passion filled and animated. Your arms cradle around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tongue prodding against his own when you eagerly tasted him on your lips. His erection was growing harder inside of you, pace picking up as the both of you moaned into the lewd kisses, not daring to break it off. He's showing your hips down the mattress with one of his hands to be able to gain a deeper entrance into your tight hole. You could feel the infamous tight clench deep in your gut form and threaten to break and so did heizou. Toes curling with each snap forward of him.

he was aware of your body like no other, could always exactly decipher on when you were about to climax around him. One of the signs coming true once dozen amounts of your juices were staining his shaft, a faint ring of white decorating and circling around his shaft once he's holding your legs up to throw them over his shoulders. Your spine arches against him, pleasure getting pumped even deeper into your veins as you scrunched your eyes shut to properly taste the feelings he was inflicting on you. Your body was trembling now, blood rushing through your veins when you practically tasted your release on your tongue.

"heizou, baby." you're whining, eyes blurred as you blinked to get rid of the blur, "I'm so close." you're moaning out screaming, his name chanting like a lost prayer as he pulled forward so his lips would meet the shell of your ear, "I know darling, I can feel you." he's finishing said sentence of with a grin, a wide one at that. He was clearly enjoying himself very much right now, truth be told he has been fantasizing about this moment for days, finally being able to fuck your brains out without a single care in the world.

"how do you want me?" voicing that in between harsh pants, heizou was close as well but he wouldn't forgive himself if he was to come undone before you, proceeding in hooking his fingers against your clit to stimulate you harder, the fast swiping movements threatening to turn your mind hazy and blank. "I don't care." you were screaming out, lifting your hand poorly to touch him and pull him closer to your embrace again in which he obliged happily to. Heizou was quick to bring you to your orgasm and as it hit you you weren‘t able to keep yourself from shivering, biting down on your lower lip to throw your head back.

his sweat covered body was flat against your own as you arched your back into him, crying out soft reassurances of love and praise to the man above you as he spilled his seed into your tight cunt that was nowhere near loosening up, still sucking him in and taking everything he has given you. You couldn't move underneath him, his body almost crushing you as you twisted your arms around his figure, not giving a single flying fuck that he was still very much buried deep inside of your cunt. "you feel so good," your voice is lower in pitch, throat stained from all the screaming prior as he heard a sound of happiness underneath your tone.

heizou wasn't saying anything back to you, didn't need to since you felt how he was feeling about you every single second of the both of you being together. Your body simply gave up on you, the painfully slow buzzing carried on through your limbs, deeply strained as heizou slipped out of you, propping himself up with his arms before laying down next to your figure, looping his arm around your waist to pull you closer into his embrace with a big smile on his face. He's so happy right now, calming himself in his afterglow as he carefully watched you doze off in a careless sleep again.

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You’re probably swamped with asks and I’m so sorry to add another but your writing of Venti and the SAGAU real-world AU is so good! If you’re still accepting can we have a drabble of Venti meeting creators parents? Thank you so much and please make sure you’re getting plenty of rest ❤️

Something of a Family Reunion

Thank you very much, but it's only one 1 am, so I think I'll probably be fine for now—

I've actually been trying really hard to avoid using gendered pronouns along with the phrase (Y/n), but I really physically don't think I can get around it this time without making my dialogue choppy, so I apologize for that, reader is also explicitly female here

Warnings: general sagau, mentions of readers parents, mild cussing

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He had been with you for over a year now.

You knew this was coming.

Things were getting more serious, well it's not as if they weren't serious from day one when he barged into your house and claimed you were a God, but this was a completely different kind of serious.

"My love, I'm almost packed." Venti practically sung, carrying a rather large suitcase as he rushed past you to put it in the car.

Ever since the beginning he had wanted to know everything about you, including all the people you were either related to or chose to hang out with.

You had managed to put it off this long, but you should have known he would have set something up behind your back.

Then again, it was kind of more right in front of your face.

You happened to get a call from your mother, and he happened to answer first, despite the amount of times you told him not to pick up the phone.

Cheerful and smooth as always, never making anything but a good first impression.

You did manage to get the phone back about five minutes later, but the damage had already been done.

You and him were now taking a rather long road trip to get to your parents, no ifs ands or buts about it.

You had felt a strong desire to yell at him after that, stronger than usual at least, but the way that he looked at you, apologetic but beaming.

You knew that he wanted this, and you knew that it was partly your fault for putting it off so long.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't bring yourself to blame him for it.

You were pulled immediately out of your thoughts as he boomeranged back around, giving you a quick peck before going to grab the last bit of luggage.

You hadn't seen him this excited since he found that sale on wine a few months ago—

The car was finally packed, both of you in your respective seats.

You were obviously driving, leaving Venti to take up the responsibilities that come with the passenger seat.

He was insistent not to turn on the radio, claiming that he was perfectly capable of simply providing music himself for the four hour ride.

You had to give him credit, he did go a solid hour.

When he seemed relatively tired out you decided to just talk instead.

"So, same rules as when we're in public, no 'your grace', none of that 'creator' business, and absolutely no mentions of 'God' when referring to either me or you. And I shouldn't have to say don't mention Teyvat at all."

You two had already gone over this before you left, and after it was decided that you were going to come over about a week ago, but you really couldn't afford any mistakes on this.

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing."

Venti laughed at how you practically rolled your eyes, he really should have been taking this more seriously.

"Well, we're only staying there for a few days, I really should have just booked a hotel." The last part you said more to yourself than him.

Booking a hotel was your original plan before your mom just had to emphasize that they had a spare room, and it would be such a shame not to use it in an opportunity like this.

The idle chitchat between the two of you made the time go by quicker, and before you knew it, you were driving into the same driveway you remembered from all those years ago.

Venti was basically bouncing in his seat, you could see metaphorical stars in his eyes as he practically jumped out of the car.

You got out yourself and physically grabbed him by the shirt to pull him back, he almost fell into you and gave you a confused look.

"Remember what I said." There was warning behind those words, and a promise of something if he didn't heed it.

"Of course my love, I won't mess up, I promise." He gave you a small smile of reassurance, one that satisfied you enough to let him go.

You walked to the door, your nerves climbing higher and higher at every step until they were practically in your throat.

You hesitated for a moment before knocking, giving very serious consideration to just turning around and immediately going back.

It wasn't as if you didn't like your parents, of course you loved them, but this just had 'bad situation' written all over it.

Your hesitation was in vain because the door quickly opened before you even had the opportunity to let out a single knock.

"(Y/n)!" your mother quickly embraced you in a hug before pulling back at arm's length to look you over, "It's been too long, you really should call me more, I've been so worried about you recently you know."

You only managed to let out a nervous laugh. She looked at the same as ever, sometimes you wondered if she would ever look any different.

"Right sorry, things have just been a bit hectic lately." You weren't lying, you just couldn't tell her exactly how much you were telling the truth.

Her eyes drifted over to Venti who stood straight, you assumed to make himself look a bit taller.

She seemed to be taken by slight surprise, her eyes widened ever so slightly before returning to their same inviting look.

You mentally cursed at yourself for only just now realizing that it would be kind of surprising how young Venti looked, could you even manage to convince them that he was over twenty-one when he had quite literally nothing to prove it?

"This much be Venti right? The one I've heard so little about?"

That, of course, was a direct jab at you. You could feel guilt seeping at how secretive you'd been about this whole thing, but it wasn't as though you really had a choice.

"Yes ma'am, it's very nice to meet you, I love your daughter greatly." The sincerity in the way he said it almost caused you to blush.

Your mom just laughed at that, "Well come in, both of you, me and your dad can help you unpack a bit later."

Oh right, your dad...

Venti took your arm in his as you both went into the modest house, although even while being modest it beat the place you were currently living at.

Your dad, who was previously sitting on the living room couch, rose to meet you at the door.

"Well it's about time, and here I thought we might never see you again."

You smiled slightly as you gave him a hug, it had been a while, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn't missed them both.

When you both had pulled away he looked over to see Venti at your side, a brief flicker of a similar expression your mom held crossed his face for a moment, causing your stomach to drop slightly.

"This is Venti, he was the one who set this up to begin with."

Your dad gave him a quick once over, but Venti's smile didn't faulter even slightly.

Instead, he simply extended his hand, one which your dad accepted after a moment of hesitation.

"Nice to meet you sir, I've heard a lot about you."

That was a pretty blatant lie, you never really talked about your parents to him, but you had to stop yourself from laughing at the formal way Venti said it.

'Ma'am'? 'Sir'?? You almost felt the need to compare him to Zhongli.

"Hey," you turned at your mothers voice to find that she was beckoning you to the kitchen, "Come give me a hand won't you?"

You let out a quick "Be right there" before grabbing Venti's arm and physically pulling him with you.

You received no protest from him.

Your mother looked over towards you when you entered, putting down the knife she was using to chop vegetables.

She looked over at Venti, giving him a small smile before hurting you out of the kitchen rather quickly.

"What are you—"

"So, that's your boyfriend then?"

You didn't quite like the way she phrased it, a tone that was on the borderline between accusing and worried.

"And uh, how did you two meet? How much younger than you is he exactly?"

You knew this would be brought up eventually, so you made sure to study your voice before calmly speaking, "He's twenty-one." That number was missing a few zeroes, but you had a feeling they would have an even harder time believing you on that one.

Your mom just pursed her lips, stuck between the option of believing and not believing your statement. It's not as if she had any reason not to believe it, other than his general appearance looking a bit younger than that.

She chose to drop it, walking back to the kitchen as you followed suit.

You both walked in to find Venti meticulously cutting vegetables.

"Oh! God I'm sorry, there's no need for you to do that. I can take care of it."

Your mother quickly rushed in to take the knife, her instincts not to let guest do any work kicking in at high speeds.

"I'm going to go start unpacking while you finish that."

Your mom barely had time to register what you said before you had grabbed Venti and left the kitchen.

You both went out to the car before he stopped you, putting his hands on both sides of your face as he gave you a worried look, "What's wrong? You seem nervous."

You practically laughed at that, "Nervous? Now what possible reason do I have to be nervous?"

His frown deepened at your sarcasm.

Venti pressed a gentle kiss on your nose and gave you a smile, "Don't stress yourself out so much, nothing bad is going to happen."

You wanted to believe him, really, you did. But your outlook on this entire situation was getting dimmer by the second.

"It didn't even occur to me before we got here how young you looked, I told my mom you were twenty-one, what a lie that was."

Venti giggled at that, "That is just slightly off."

You let out of breath as you tried to clear your mind for a moment, to let yourself believe that this would all work out. He stood there looking at you the entire time, eye's filled with such profound feeling.

Venti almost regretted making you come here, putting this stress on you, being the direct cause of it in a way. All he could do to make it up to you was give back to you in this way, to reassure you that he would do everything in his power to make this go well.

After you had calmed down slightly, you both grabbed a few suitcases and moved them inside, you directing him to the spare room.

It was your old room, though it looked nothing like it had when you lived in it.

Once you had finished explaining that this was the room you had spent the majority of your time living here in, Venti's excitement pretty much shot through the roof.

He jumped onto the bed immediately, sprawling out, barely able to restrain his mind from thinking about all times you had laid in this exact spot.

You plopped down next to him and he immediately gravitated towards you, clinging to your waist.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly as you patted his head, allowing him to rest on your lap.

After about five minutes you pushed him off, despite his protests, choosing to open a suitcase and start unpacking instead.

You weren't able to get very far before your mom called you both for dinner.

Another bundle of nerves decided the best resting spot would be directly on top of your chest, because it was getting harder and harder to breathe at the thought of sitting at a table together for roughly an hour with nothing but small talk.

Venti could tell by your facial expressions exactly what you were feeling and pulled you into a hug, giving you a kiss as he whispered how he wasn't going to mess up and remembered everything you told him.

The beginning of dinner wasn't quite awkward as much as it was quiet, nobody seemingly wanting to be the first person who spoke.

Your mother did eventually break the silence, looking straight at Venti while doing so, "So, you've been together for a year right? I don't believe (y/n) ever told me how you two met."

Venti sat for a moment, looking almost as if he was recalling the memory fondly, "Well we met through a mutual friend actually, he introduced me, and I knew as soon as I saw her that I very much wanted to get to know her."

You guessed that some of that was partly true, at the very least your mother seemed to believe it.

"So your name," your dad spoke next, "is it Italian?"

"Yes actually, although I'm not."

You wondered for a second how he knew that, before resigning yourself to the fact he probably wouldn't tell you.

"We're just so glad (y/n) has found someone they like." Your mother cut in, giving that all too familiar patient smile, "We were worried for a while she wasn't ever going to date anyone."

"Mom."

Your mother simply responded by laughing, "It's true, you never really made connections with people easy."

The more that came out of her mouth the more embarrassed you were starting to feel.

"Well, I would never have guessed that, your daughter is actually a very popular person, I know quite a few people that care for her greatly." Venti spoke in a way that was practically laced with praise and good intentions, wanting so strongly to announce you as the most important person in his world.

You simply responded by clearing your throat and taking another bite of the food in front of you.

"So where are you from then?"

You mentally cringed at that question from your dad, you were hoping to avoid it at least a bit longer.

Before Venti had the opportunity to fumble for an answer you 'accidentally' knocked over your glass of water, startling them all.

"Oh shit sorry, complete accident—"

You darted off in the kitchen to grab a towel as your mom followed you.

It took a moment for you to get yourself dried off, and by the time you got back, both your dad and Venti were debating about alcohol.

You rolled your eyes and use the towel to wipe off the remaining water on the table, "Well, this has been pleasant, thank you very much for the meal, but I think I'm going to go ahead and retired to the room, tired from the long drive and all."

There were general murmurs of disappointment amongst your parents before they both wished you good night, adamant on the fact you would all do something together tomorrow.

You simply replied with a nod and walked away as Venti followed you quickly.

You practically buried your face into the pile of pillows when you finally found yourself comfortably laying on the bed.

"Well, it wasn't that bad now, was it?"

You had to admit that could have gone a lot worse, you couldn't even imagine what answer he would have given for where he was from.

You hummed in acknowledgement as he crawled into bed with you, quickly situating himself on your side.

"Just four more days." You mumbled to yourself.

"I think we'll pull it off just fine." Venti responded, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before you rolled over to face him.

This was a long shot, but maybe you could actually get an answer out of him.

"Hey, how did you know your name was Italian?"

He responded with a very sheepish looking smile, "I didn't."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, pulling him into your embrace.

"Well, at least you're a good bullshitter."

He only gave you an affectionate kiss on the cheek in response.

You hadn't really intended on falling asleep so soon, but all the stress just seemed to melt away when you were lying there with him.

You would get out of this week alive.

As long as your mom decided to keep the family photo album with all of your younger pictures to herself that is...

Imagine aether right, and you know how literally in dialogue options he's starting to get more annoyed with people asking him things and never helping him so he just has that pent up anger, well imagine reader (not being aware of this anger) asking him for a favor and he just snaps

and then noncon things happen

(cw: yandere, nsfw, non-con, loss of virginity)

You’re too nice. He knows this. From the way you constantly apologize after you make your request, to the way you fidget anxiously in front of him, it’s obvious you’re just a shy citizen in need of some help. Aether has quite the reputation among the nations, not only as their helping hand but also as a strong-willed traveler who can defeat all sorts of powerful enemies without breaking much of a sweat. When he isn’t traveling and fighting, he’s helping people complete simple tasks. Like raking leaves, saving wanderers from hilichurls and slimes, and even making food deliveries. It gets tiring after a while—having so many people rely on you to do their daily chores. At first it didn’t bother him; he’s happy to help and get the reward in return.

Now he’s just exhausted. After the events that transpired in Inazuma, he desperately needs a break. It seems like Aether can never go a single day without being pestered by someone in need of help. It’s annoying. At this point the payment is hardly enough to keep him invested. Why can’t people do these things themselves? They’re perfectly capable! Why ruin his good evening with their frivolous, simple requests?Can’t they see that he needs his rest—that his ultimate goal isn’t helping people? It’s finding his sister and he hasn’t gotten any closer to achieving that goal!

So when you ask him to look for a bracelet you lost while doing some work around the house, Aether is so fed up. He spent the majority of his day helping people and he was hoping he could avoid helping one more person until tomorrow. But you just had to stop him on his walk. Just had to ask him for help. Just had to lose a bracelet, which is something you can look for perfectly on your own. Something snaps inside him when he eyes your anxious features and hears your stuttering apology. You’re not truly sorry, are you? It’s just a ploy to get him to sympathize with you—to help you out of the kindness of his heart.

You can keep whatever payment you have for him.

For someone so slim and short, he’s stronger than you thought he’d be. He grabs you with rough, calloused hands and you let out a startled noise. He’ll help you as long as you help him; that’s fair enough, isn’t it? The least you could do is offer your help in return since he’s always helping so many people. And it’s easy to keep your wrists pinned above your head while he grabs at the fabric of your shorts and rips a sizable hole in it. Your underwear meets the same fate, torn with brute strength alone. You’re too stunned to speak or struggle and your body trembles against the wall he’s pinned you against.

It’s only when you feel something prodding at your entrance that the words come to you. “S-Sorry! I’m sorry, so please—“

One of Aether’s hands leaves your wrists and comes to cover your mouth when he thrusts in. Your cries are muffled as he fills you up, slotting himself inside your tight, gummy walls all the way to the hilt. Your ass is pressed against his hips, his cock hitting all the spots your fingers could never reach, and you try to reason with him.

“Hm?” he mumbles, somewhat dazed. It’s been so long since he’s relieved himself. His hand isn’t enough; he needs to be inside someone warm and soft, and you’re perfect for that. In truth, you just caught him in a bad, pent-up mood. He’d apologize, but it seems like you’ve already done enough of that. “Speak up. I can’t…mmh. Can’t hear you.”

His hand pulls away from your mouth and he’s happy he did that because now he can hear your pretty voice. Your sobs and moans mix together so wonderfully when he pulls out and eases himself inside once more. You’re babbling nonsense, saying whatever comes to your mind in hopes that he might take it easy on you. Are you a virgin? He’s certain that word slipped from your lips. Oh, but now he feels a little bad for roughing you up like this. :( No wonder your virgin hole is hugging his cock so tightly and you’re crying a lot. It must hurt, right?

That’s too bad. He needs you to be good for him. Just let him use you for a little bit and then he might consider looking for that bracelet. You can be good for him, can’t you?

“Feels good,” he comments, his breath brushing against your ear. “Inside. Feels really good. You’re doing well. Just—hah… Just stay like this.”

It takes a while before you can actually ignore the horrible pain and focus on the delicious sensation of his cock moving in and out of you. It breaks your poor heart that your first time isn’t anything like how you dreamed it would be. Aether’s grip on your wrists lessens and you manage to find his hand amidst everything, feebly gripping it.

Aether’s not sure why he hasn’t done this sooner. You’re perfect for him, a warm, snug place for his cock. And it feels so good to finally take what he wants—to finally help himself to this. You really did catch him on a bad day. He can’t find it in himself to complain about how everyone seems to need his help and can’t do anything for themselves when he’s so close to cumming. Forget being angry. Now he just wants to finish inside of you. You’ll let him, won’t you?

Helping Albedo out with his research by day and at night he researches you under the covers. 😏 he uses that time to try different positions and different ways to drive you wild. He doesn’t understand why the pain of your nails scratching down his back is so pleasurable, he wants more. Albedo and his favorite assistant make many frequent trips up the mountain for this ‘research’

ya’ll horn knee for the alkemist

...

Well here’s more food

We know that albedo is mostly outside gathering some herbs or something for his alchemy or probably near somewhere to continue with his research.

So as his assistant, it’s a responsibility you always follow wherever he goes and assist him with anything. And what did you assist him with?

Of course, it’s sex. After he did that intimate act with you, he wants to “expand” his knowledge and further gather more reactions from you.

Oh how red your face was when he calmly calls your name and tells you to lift up your skirt. It was just a simple touching here and there. A finger tracing your panties, his hand slowly trailing to your shirt as he pushes you against the tree until your back is resting on it.

He hums and looks down to see your blouse unbuttoned that your bra was practically exposed to him. The pen between his fingers was nudged to the center of your chest and he used it as leverage to lift up your undergarments without laying a finger on you.

You shuddered at the cold air brushing your skin. Your nipples are turning hard both from the wind and at his focused stare. You bit your lower lip and looked elsewhere other than him, your fingers digging on the rough trunk of the tree to make yourself smaller from his lean body.

“What are you feeling right now, [Name]?” He calmly asked, bringing the pen to your nipples and toys with them. How in the world does he still remain calm from this?! Does he not get worried or anxious if someone happens to see you both here half-naked in the middle of the forest?!

“Cold, sir...” And yet you still answered him and helped him with this so-called research.

“Not hot and bothered at all?” He inquired once again and this time bringing the pen lower, trailing to your abdomen until to your clothed core, brushing the tip onto it that had your nerves shivering in delight.

“A... a bit...” you stammered and lifted your hand up to your lips to quiet your noises. Albedo’s face scrunched up when he saw you covering your face. He brought his gloved hands on top of yours and brought it down to your side.

“I never said to put your hand there, did I?” His voice was sharp and a bit darker than the calming and velvety voice you’ve grown to love. You shook your head and apologized to him sheepishly.

The alchemist sighed and put the pen back in his pocket before resting his hand on your bare shoulder.

“Turn around.” He ordered.

There’s no way you can’t go against him. He’s your supervisor and it’s unlikely of you, his trusted assistant, to disobey him. It only brought you excitement and made you even wetter than before at his demanding tone.

You’ve never seen him like this at all even in your previous sex with him. You mustered all the courage you have left in you to nod at him, desperately holding yourself back from grinding against him as he presses himself onto you.

—

“I think Mister Albedo should be here...” The female alchemist muttered to herself whilst looking at the piece of paper left by the Kreideprinz in the Favonius Headquarters.

The crunching of dry leaves filled her ears as she turned her head left and right to look for any signs of the familiar ash-blonde head. 

“Mhng~!” 

Her ears perked up at the muffled sound from the nearby tree. 

Did someone get hurt? Or maybe it’s you and Albedo doing the research. Sucrose hasn’t seen anyone wandering around here so it’s a possibility it could be either you or Albedo.

She seeks the source of the sound, gradually increasing in volume the more steps she takes and her whole face and body went aflame at the scandalous acts of the Chief Alchemist and his assistant. She quickly hid behind the tree and concealed her mouth with both hands.

“A-Albedo...! Hah... mng~!! Faster p-please!” You begged, tightly gripping on his arm as he held your body close to him while your other hand was resting on the bumpy trunk whilst he pounds in and out of you frantically.

“Faster, huh...?” 

You bit your lip harshly, almost grazing the skin to emit blood when he thrust his hips against yours hitting your sweet spot that weakened your knees. You can’t think clearly. The overwhelming pleasure is filling you up and you’re beginning to see stars the more he hits that one certain spot. You want him to go deeper, you want to listen to his moans of your name, you want his fingers to leave marks on your hips.

You’re tightly hugging his cock, you’re taking his size so well, and you wanted more of him. 

Faster,

Deeper,

More,

More

More...!

You moaned his name as you cum on his cock, and Albedo finds himself being pushed on the edge as well when you clamped your thighs together. With just a few more thrusts he can reach his climax as well. 

His eyes quickly darted to the side when he saw small movements and rustling from the bushes. His motions faltered a bit, slowing down his pace and loosening his grip on your hips. You whined at the lack of pleasure that filled you that slowly died down and ran out of your system. 

Looking over your shoulder to take a peek at him, his eyes were focused on the opposite side of the forest. Before you could even open your mouth to voice your concern, your eyes went dark all of a sudden. Warm and hot breathing was caressing against him and your throat bounced in turbulence as if Albedo had another plan on fucking you twice in a row.

“Focus on me,” His silky voice echoed in your ears as he proceeded on smacking his body with yours once again.

He’s very much aware his other assistance noticed them. But did that stop him from fucking you and making you cum again? 

No.

Poor Sucrose immediately dashed out from the forest in fear if the Chief Alchemist caught her red-handed from peeping and disturbing his study.

꒰⚘݄꒱₊ 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! · · · ♡

— pairings: heizou, kazuha, dottore, itto x f!reader

— warnings: hickeys (obviously), heizou is a little shit (affectionate), suggestive content but pretty tame tbh, kazuha is a tits man i said what i said, dottore is a little bit (lotta bit) of a sadist, minor bloodplay (?) in dottore’s part, itto also nicks you but it’s an accident this time. this is not proofread btw EL O ELLLLL

— synopsis: how different genshin men like to mark you up.

— notes: technically a part 2 to what i posted on my old blog (found here!). i hope u guys like this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3. i may or may not have started losing steam around itto’s part so if it seems a little lackluster compared to the others, thats probably why and im sorry &lt;/3 i’ll do him justice one day.

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! MINORS DNI, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. &lt;3

✧˚ · . SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. ༉‧₊˚.

→ heizou is a playful lover.

→ he adores marking you up to let the rest of inazuma know just who you belong to.

→ can and will feign ignorance when you go to complain about the MULTIPLE markings blooming along the smooth expanse of your neck and collar.

→ “h-heizou, c’mon, you know it’s hard covering these up…” you murmur, lacing a hand through his soft locks as he grins lopsidedly against your collar. he responds by nipping at your sensitive skin, pulling a yelp from you.

→ as a response, you tug his hair back a little and the little groan he lets out sends heat straight between your legs. he grins even wider at you.

→ oh, heizou knows the effect he has on you. he knows how to play you so expertly, as if he were a pianist playing a masterpiece at a recital.

→ “pretty girl, i don’t want you to cover them up,” he hums, cupping your face with a hand. he strokes his thumb lovingly over your cheek. “all of inazuma should know you’re mine. i can’t have other men looking at you, right?”

→ your face heats up at his possessive words, pressing your face closer to his hand as if it’ll hide your flustered state from him. if anything, it does the opposite. he giggles and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses up your neck before he claims your lips with his.

→ maybe you would indulge him a little bit. maybe you’d try a little less harder on covering up the numerous markings littering your neck.

✧˚ · . KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. ༉‧₊˚.

→ kazuha prefers to leave hickeys in places only you two will ever see.

→ he doesn’t need the world to know the two of you are together. the quiet whisper of affection between lovers is more than enough for him.

→ that, and he thinks that it is much more intimate to have markings only the two of you know of.

→ “zu, that- ah! that tickles!” you gasp as he sucks a mark right by your navel, hands gripping the plush flesh of your hips as he grins up at you.

→ he kisses a trail up to your exposed breasts, trailing his hands up higher as he stares up at you with intense crimson eyes.

→ “would you rather i kiss you up here?” he murmurs, planting his lips on the sensitive skin of your chest. he sucks a mark right above where your bra covers you up from him, feeling your chest rumble as you let out soft noises of pleasure.

→ all the noises you made was like music to his ears, his incentive to keep going. “may i?” he asks, tucking his fingers under the band of your bra. you nod your head, but he waits until you verbally say, “kazuha, please.”

→ with a melodic hum, he unhooks the garment with practiced ease and goes right back to making the song he loves to hear.

✧˚ · . IL DOTTORE. ༉‧₊˚.

→ dottore is precise with how he marks you up.

→ it makes him feral, seeing you lying there below him, submissive and pliant just for him. letting him play with you as he pleases.

→ loves watching hickeys bloom across your skin, teasingly nipping at ones already prominent and sore just to hear you yelp.

→ every twitch, every sound you make, it burns into his brain. how could he ever forget anything about his beautiful little pet? marking you up so nicely for the other fatui to see. after all, they must know you belong to him and him only.

→ most the time, he’s careful with how hard he bites. we wouldn’t want to hurt you too much, now do we?

→ but occasionally, there’s a nagging in the back of his mind, telling him to do it, do it, you just taste so delicious. and on days when you act out, or days where you get on his nerves, whether you’re aware of it or not—he decides a little bit of punishment is in order.

→ so he gives in and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, just hard enough to puncture your tender flesh with his canines, tearing a cry from your throat. his tongue laves over the wound immediately, his senses flooded with the copper tang of your blood. he grins maniacally up at you.

→ “it’s okay,” he soothes you in response to your teary eyes, pressing a kiss over the angered skin. “you know i would never do anything to actually harm you. it feels good now after all, doesn’t it, my pet?”

→ he knows that you’re clenching your thighs together. he knows that you’re a little bit of a masochist—he wouldn’t have it any other way. you were his perfect little darling pet.

✧˚ · . ARATAKI ITTO. ༉‧₊˚.

→ itto is another one of the playful lover types.

→ he’s a little worried he might nip you a little too hard with his teeth, but a little bit of reassurance from you goes a long way.

→ that, and there’s that feral oni urge that nags at him to mark you up so that everyone knows you’re his. of course, he loves it even more if you return the favor, letting you add to the many red markings that already adorn his skin.

→ the gang is never surprised when the two of you emerge from some dark alleyway with matching hickeys at this point.

→ “itto, itto, careful!” you gasp softly as his teeth leave pretty little indentions on the smooth skin of your shoulder, the man in question letting out a little yelp before kissing it quickly (and gently) in apology.

→ “sorry bunny, you just taste so sweet!” he mumbles, kissing your temple. you smile up at him with adoration in your eyes.

→ “s’ok, you know i’ve never minded,” you speak softly, combing a hand through his unruly hair. his chest rumbles with what suspiciously sounds like a purr. you grin widely.

→ with the amount of times he’s accidentally pricked your skin, you’re used to it by now. you would even dare venture to say that maybe it felt good. just a little bit.

→ he hefts you up in his arms suddenly and you let out a squeal of surprise, your legs locking around his waist as his hands cup your ass. you drape your arms over his big shoulders as he grins at you.

→ itto also happened to be an insatiable lover—it must’ve been the oni blood in him. you were in for a long night.

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scaramouche doesn’t come right out and tell you if you’re doing something right. 

he’s difficult on purpose like that — positive affirmation is meant to be gleaned, not verbally expressed — but you know his tells. you must, in order for life to be anything near tolerable. fortunately for you, his body language is not so cryptic that deciphering it takes great effort. all you need is some good ol’ fashioned trial and error to work out the kinks. when he’s irate, which is more often than not, there are certain signs you look for. his eyes narrow with derision, mockery flows from his lips with ease, and there’s this tangible build up electricity in the air. 

this is what you thought you’d be met with after going off on a tangent. childhood memories resurfaced at the sight of the meal you were to share, and as if you were momentarily hypnotized, you spoke at length about what the food brought to mind. he didn’t interrupt and his countenance showed nothing but neutrality.  

halfway through, his blank stare inevitably gets to you, and you find yourself apologizing for the mindless ramble that you assume he has no interest in. his underlings have been subject to torment both physical and mental if he feels their reports were too longwinded. while you might be a special case, there’s no telling how far that extends your privileges, nor have you ever felt inclined to find out. 

he’ll query as to why you stopped prematurely. 

when you explain your concern, he’ll scoff, then motion for you to continue. 

“go on,” he’ll say. “might as well finish the story.” 

it’s strange — a precedent you never expected him to set. 

upon later reflection, you realize the pattern has shown itself in the past, it just wasn’t until now that you could put it together. he stabs his food with more force than necessary at dinner when all is quiet. glances over his shoulder when you’re in the room, trying to remain still as a statue, so as not to upset some unspoken order. prompts you with random questions then clicks his tongue if the answer is too succinct. 

could it be…

that scaramouche, the oh so fearsome balladeer, likes to hear you talk?