Istg The Way You Wrote That Xiao And Kazuha Fic? Got Me A S C E N D I N G, Especially The Part Where

Title: Tea Screen [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Title: Tea Screen [Yandere Scaramouche x Reader]

Synopsis: The trembling voice of the tea apprentice carries through the room, and though you can’t see him, you imagine he must be shaking. Who wouldn’t be, tasked with gaining the approval from the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbringers? 

Word Count: 2240

Notes: Yandere, forced marriage, abuse

 “Is–is it acceptable, my lord?”

The trembling voice of the tea apprentice carries through the room, and though you can’t see him, you imagine he must be shaking. Who wouldn’t be, tasked with gaining the approval from the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbringers? Even if its only approval for a selection of tea.

You rock forward, just enough to peek your head past the screen keeping you from view, and glance at the selection laid out carefully in front of Scaramouche–in front of your husband. 

Keep reading

SING, MY ANGEL !

squirting hcs (ft.: ayato ; childe ; zhongli ; rosaria.)

warnings: sub fem reader, overstimulation, squirting, degradation, praise, name calling, multiple rounds, in public (rosaria), spit (zhongli).

minors do not interact with this post.

Keep reading

“Enjoying the view?”

as you stare at them longer than usual, they can't help but ask. — (2/2) for the collaboration of sweet 'n' spice by @bluexiao and @anantaru!

characters; kazuha, heizou, scaramouche, xiao

; gn! reader, established relationship, hella sus on scara's part, not proofread againnnn

KAZUHA appears unbothered, rather a bit more amused as you burn your stare onto him, playfully asking if you enjoyed his visuals that much. He's very aware that he possesses a face fairer than average, but was it really enough to elicit such intense stares from his lover? Yes, he has quite smooth skin and soft features that compliment his carefree and calm nature, but...why are you gawking like you've seen the epitome of beauty?

“Does it bother you?” You return his prior question with your own inquiry, chin still atop your hands as you stare at him lovingly. A chuckle escapes his throat, “No, of course. But mind telling me why you seem so...uh, focused?” You ponder his word of choice in the matter of your one-sided staring contest with him, sighing lightly as you sit up straight. “I just can't believe that I managed to get such a perfect man as my lover.” Noting your nonchalance at the statement, he smiles. Being humble won't change your mind about him being 'perfect' so he'll let it be for now.

HEIZOU always say this. Whethe it'd be a short momentary glance from you, or full on staring—he's always ready to act all smug that you're admiring the oh-so handsome Shikanoin Heizou even though you only turned to look at him because he kept nudging your shoulder for attention. You always respond to him by either giving a deadpan look, or simply switching your gaze onto something else. It's petty, but it works wonders as payback for him teasing you.

“Enjoying the view of your awe-inspiring detective lover?” he asks once more, not looking up from his book as you stare at him from across the table. He's surprised to say the least, staring in astonishment when you answer a firm “Yes.” A smirk most definitely grows as he puts his book down, mischief in his olive hues at your sudden change in reaction. “Oh? Where'd all the denial go? Have you finally realized that I'm the most handsome looking man there is?” Next moment, you immediately regret being honest. He's going to pester you about this the whole day for sure.

SCARAMOUCHE is a strange case. He's aware of his doll-like features, but he doesn't flaunt it verbally—naming it unnecessary to do so. Though, all of that reluctance will disappear once he has you—making sure to use his perfect appearance to his advantage when it comes to it. Calling you a pervert for staring for the sole purpose of seeing you embarrassingly scramble for a response, or seducing you in the late hours of night to feel your warmth under the sheets.

He's exactly doing the latter right now. The heat of your bodies entangled with the blankets of your mattress as he fondly leans onto your hand—which is delicately placed against his cheek. Blinking his indigo hues whilst his lashes tickle your skin as you caress his cheek. “You're rather touchy. Am I that beautiful?” he quietly snickers, staring into your dilated eyes. When you don't form a response, a smirk crawls onto his face as he examines your dazed expression. He had never considered using his face in the art of seduction, but if it gets him to marvel at how you look at him so needily, he might just do it more often.

XIAO would never dare to say such a thing. He's the type to dismiss any type of compliment thrown towards his looks, deeming them nothing but a hindrance. So instead, you'll be the one saying it. His standoffish nature is a norm in your relationship, and he barely initiates contact—this leads to him staring at you expectantly at random times of the day. Wants a kiss? Stares. Wants to hold your hand? Stares. Wants to sit next to you? Stares. He does it so often that it's inevitable for you to avoid teasing him for his shyness.

It's evil of you to think it's funny, but, it really is. He frowns when you ask if 'he's enjoying the view', staring out the balcony to overlook Guili Plains for a moment, before returning his gaze to you confusingly—“...I always see this view. Why are you asking that now?” Xiao—babe, no. The way realization and horror dawns on his face when you clarified that you meant if he enjoys staring at you. “Did—did it make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry...” Now you're stuck here trying to reassure him while patting his head—there goes your chances of seeing a blushy Xiao. T.T

i feel like i published these too early...was my excitement for the event too obvious?

𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗞 !

˖˚˳⊹ spit kink feat. itto : heizou : childe : diluc : cyno : dottore : pantalone x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : messy : spit spit spit

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

itto could never deny the fact that he absolutely adored it whenever things would turn messy. Not to mention while eating you out! he wouldn’t even dare to touch your sobbing cunt before remotely spitting on your glistering folds to rub it around your bundle of nerves with tight painfully slow strokes. "Itto."you’re mewling at him, hands flying to his unruly hair and finding refuge around his horns to pull him closer against your throbbing pussy. He’s only humming an answer, way too gone in the taste of your juices around his tongue.

for a moment, itto is refraining his movements, pulling away to brush the mounds of spit, —that was covering his cheeks n lips—, away with the back of his hand. He’s grinning at you all confidently, knowing just how much you desired his mouth back on your pussy by the way you were sinfully mewling at him, twisting and turning around the bed and grabbing onto the disheveled sheets underneath the both of you for some sort of release. He’s quick to follow, collecting another load of spit in his mouth before messily letting it fall down your aching warmth. The way it coated your folds was feeling so unbelievably sinful, tickling you in a way before itto pushed himself back into you, making it his duty to let you release against his needy tongue.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

"care for another taste?" that particular question rolled of heizou’s tongue so fucking sinfully. In a way it didn‘t even sound like a question, but more than a thought that crossed his mind. You were quick to open up your mouth again, pushing your tongue out to let heizou have better access to what’s about to come. He’s slowly advancing a bit forward to be properly in front of your face before a bulb of spit left past his lips, expertly dropping down your tongue. 

"come on now." the big grin on his face was unable to be ignored, he wanted you to see just how much he enjoyed being in control of this situation, "swallow." you gave him a little nod as an answer before swallowing everything he gave you, evolving into a panting mess underneath the man who was very much pleased with your obedience. "you‘re so good, so dreamy, love." his breathing became a bit faster from the mere sight of you swallowing his spit without a care in the world before heizou closed the distance between the both of you, deeply kissing your needy state and biting down harshly on your lower lip only to pull it back with his teeth, gazes meeting each other again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

fuck, he’s so lost in your cunt right now. Ajax adored the way you tasted around his tongue, could eat you out every day whenever your heart craved for it. He’s swirling his tongue lightly over your bundle of nerves, ever so often grazing around them with his teeth to coax out another moan from you that sounded utterly beautiful to him. Yet what he desired even more was to spit into your mouth right after he made you cum. In a way it was perverted, he figured, yet he couldn’t shake off the addicting feeling he gets whenever he’d do it.

ajax’s slow with it, really, placing a soft loving peck on your cunt before advancing forward to be face to face with his precious angel. You’re so beautiful to him, eyes hazy and dwelling with tears from your previous releases, his thumb feeling up your cheeks before meeting your plump lips, pushing against them to pry your mouth open. He was so drunk on love and neediness right now, carefully letting a bulb of saliva loose from his mouth until it hit the tip of your tongue, spit melting together with your own before you decided to swallow it in front of him and archons, his view was threatening to turn white in said scenario, that’s how far gone he was right now.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

your moans sounded like music to diluc’s ears, so bright and eager, while his fat cock was digging even deeper into your tight cunt. Your body was shivering violently, messy twisted sheets stained with both your juices and his cum when diluc pulled you closer into his embrace. For a moment he propped himself up with his arms to kneel in between your thighs, looking down to where your bodies connected to see his throbbing cock still deep inside of you, your hole sobbing around his girth and trying your utterly hardest to keep him in. 

he could get lost in the sight before him, your little whines once he stilled his movements were only the icing. He feels so warm and big, grinding his cock against you now before collecting some spit in his mouth, the saliva trailing from his lips to the bundle of nerves, spreading it with his thumb before doing it again, only stopping when he feels like you’re properly marked up. Once he’s done he’d drop his whole weight on top of you again, resulting in you mewling out screaming at the way he was completely sheathed into your sobbing cunt now. Diluc’s arms were caging you in, his warmth radiating through your own when he picked up on pace again.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗬𝗡𝗢

cyno will always have you spread on the bed, soft bedsheets enveloping your figure and hugging the natural curves of your body while he was hovering over you. He hates to say it but, he had an obvious desire to mark you up, more so in many more ways than simply giving you a hickey here and there. Cyno thinks its arousing in a way, to make you swallow not only his cum but his spit once you’re done with sucking him off. You’re currently laying flat on the bed with cyno caging you in with his legs, hovering above you while fisting his cock in front of your face.

he’s so slow with it too, wants you to look at him while he’s pleasuring himself so sinfully before prying your mouth open with the tip of his dick, pushing himself into your wet warmth until he’s fully buried inside of you. You’re taking him like his good little darling, hollowing your cheeks whenever it’d hit the back of your throat before releasing him with a lewd pop. Cyno wants to lock gazes with you, a ball of spit escaping from past his lips, —that had a cute rosy tint— before letting it drop down your tongue, melting with your own saliva when you resumed in sucking him off further. His head is thrown back by now, practically tasting his climax before finally releasing his seed deep inside your throat, pulling you closer until your nose hit his stomach and archons, the way his warm cum ran down your aching throat was beyond pornographic, but more importantly, so fucking addicting. 

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

dottore thinks it’s some sort of blessing if he decides to spit on your cunt to make you even wetter for him. The way it’ll mix together with your juices was so fucking hot in his eyes, couldn’t relish in it enough, really. It will not only resume in him spitting once, but multiple times before he seems satisfied with it. His fingers would carefully graze over your thighs to tease you before hitting your glistering folds, drawing hard n painfully slow circles at your clit to combine the two substances together.

It’s almost as if he was using your body as a test subject to conduct researches on you, would probably even admit to it if you were to ask. His hard cock, —that had a big vein around its shaft—, was now rubbing around your hole, prodding his tip in to see your reaction, making a mental note to never forget how you reacted to his sweet little teasing. Other than that, dottore wasn’t really putting your pleasure first, making it viewable as he snapped himself forward with a single motion, fully tucked into your warm cunt and going in a relentless pace now. You should be thankful he even prepared you for him, so if it was only him who was to cum tonight, you wouldn’t mind, right? As long as he was satisfied.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

he always wants you to suck him off while he’s deeply concentrated in his paperwork, it was almost a daily thing pantalone seeked from you. If there was something he actually disliked the most, it was when it seemed like you weren‘t really there in the moment, he’ll give you plus points if you’re messy with him though. You see, he’s very calculating, always watching your expressions and trying to decipher them in every way imaginable. You’re hollowing your cheeks up while simultaneously swirling your tongue over his big girth, fuck, how he adored it whenever you hit him with that certain technique, he taught you well after all. 

your saliva pooling down from the corners of your lips until they reach your chin— he’s quick to catch it, swiping it away with his thumb to taste it on his tongue. The sight in front of you made you clench your thighs together, trying to feel some sort of pleasure yourself. He hasn’t touched you in so long! Maybe if you’re putting on a really good show tonight he might reward you just how he always did whenever you did something very well. "Stop." he‘s demanding with that word, pantalone pulled himself out of your wet warmth to replace them with his gloved fingers, splitting your mouth open to spit in it aggressively, without any shame. "don‘t swallow yet." he‘s commanding, —yet so handsome—, examining how your tongue is prodding lightly out, trying your best to suppress yourself from swallowing his saliva before he finally gave you a silent nod, a sort of confirmation that you were allowed to taste it properly now. "you‘re so obedient." saying that with his infamous pseudo smile which was painted all over his beautiful facial features. 

5.5k event special

do not! share, copy or repost my work. ✎ ©ANANTARU 2022

꒰⚘݄꒱₊ 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.

© rinneverse (2022). rbs and interactions are super appreciated !!

tbh kuni being a tittie lover is so true and i stand by that

“Do you not understand that you have ascended in the top stratum of mortals with my offer?” The emphasis tacked on his words was hard to miss, along with the clear frustration etched across his face that seemed to deepen together with your incredulity.

“Do you know what I think? I think you need to sleep.” You tugged and spread the blanket over your legs, inching just close enough to the bonfire to keep you warm throughout the night.

In disapproval or disbelief, he groaned loudly and treaded heavily in front of you. “And how do I sleep?” He sneered on your face. “How do I sleep in this condition? Pray tell.”

You closed your eyes, humming to the tune of the sleep beckoning you closer. “Well, first and foremost, you need to shut your mouth and lay down.”

“Mortals surely are the daftest creatures that have graced Teyvat. They cannot realize a blessing when they see one. How absurd,” he droned on. His mumbling and murmuring went on for minutes, deliberately causing disturbance to a rather pleasant night under the clear starry sky.

Your nose flared in impatience that you bolted upright, grateful that the blanket did not fly to the nearest fire, before facing him. “And how is refusing you to touch my breast considered daft?”

Immediately up for the challenge, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared you down. “Ha! You do not understand the weight of your words, do you? You should’ve considered yourself fortunate.”

“I have allowed you ten nights to touch my breasts while you sleep because you said it was cold. And despite seeing no correlation between the weather and your hand on my chest, I have let you in your freedom.” You were face to face with him. None of you seemed aware of the mere inch that’s separating your faces. “Tell me, what makes you so addicted to it?”

“They are soft! And supple! And I like how they feel on my hand!” He was out of breath when he finished.

So were you, with the force of his confession. It was you who broke the eye contact first by stomping back to your place.

“You can say I have grown accustomed to them,” he continued. “Perhaps one day I shall see them for myself—”

“Stop talking,” you deadpanned before breathing deeply. At last, you looked at his direction. “C… come here.”

Against the fire, you would’ve thought that his eyes brightened up a fraction. But you knew better than anyone else how he liked to keep his emotions at bay no matter the circumstances.

“You can touch them,” you murmured. “But I have rules.”

“Madness!” he was quick to retort. “You dare make rules?”

“Alright, then, good night.” You pulled the blankets over you again and prepared to lie down.

He sighed, long and ingested with patience. “Alright, alright. I will hear them: your rules.”

You raised one finger. “One, you should not speak anymore. Two, you shall not squeeze—” He gave you a stupefied look. “I’m serious. I cannot sleep when you do that. And those are my rules. How about that?”

“Shall not squeeze? You are merciless. Even I wouldn’t have thought of such cruelty.”

“Stop the nonsensical drama and lie down. Now. We have a long way ahead of us tomorrow and we shall get all the rest we can.” You tapped the space beside you, firm and solid on your words.

Surprisingly, he did not raise any more objections about the set-up. He positioned himself beside you, his hand crawling inside your shirt and finding the treasure there. Like a warm kerchief, his dainty hand cup your breast. It was only a matter of time after that before you heard him softly snoring. Again, for the 11th day, it would seem as though you were to sleep with burning cheeks and swirling stomach.

I really like ur Kazuha x Reader x Xiao fic!!! Is there ever a time though where Xiao isn't there and y/n and Kazuha get time together or Kazuha ever get secretly jealous even though he's more so caressing and gentle?

It's been a while since I wrote for this poly ship (~￣³￣)~

(Kazuha x fem reader)

★ warnings: kinda possessive/jealous sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, praising, bdsm, slight angst, some fluff, overstimulation

Yes kazuha does get jealous sometimes. Xiao literally clings onto you like a baby and it's sometimes frustrating.

He sometimes feels like he's not even acknowledged in the relationship. By both you and Xiao.

You know this as well as he does so that's why you try to show him an equal amount of love as much as possible.

But lately xiao's been hogging you for himself and having sex with you a lot.

It's a new morning and you've pranced downstairs to the kitchen, where kazuha currently was, with a cheerful attitude.

"Good morning kazuha! Kiss~" you plant a kiss on his lips and pull away with a happy smile but it falters when you see his disinterested expression.

"hi y/n." He mumbles before walking away.

Your heart sinks. He didn't seem all that happy...

After quickly putting two and two together, you figured you two needed to spend some alone time together.

That's why you talked to Xiao about going on a one night trip with kazuha. He was pouty and hesitant at first, obviously upset that he wouldn't be tagging along but he understood the situation and promised not to bother you two.

Now here you two were, in a fancy hotel room.

You flop onto the bouncy mattress with a content sigh before urging Kazu to join you as well. "Kazuha, come here."

He looks around the place before tossing his jacket onto a chair. "Y/n...why did we come here?"

You tilt your head. "Hm? To spend some time together of course!" You chirp.

He looks over at you in surprise before his expression turns somber and you can tell he's on the verge of tears.

In a slight panic, you rush over to cup his face. "D-dont cry Kazuha...I know Xiao can be clingy but he does care about you. And so do I."

Kazuha doesn't reply for a moment and just stares at you with fascination before smiling a small smile.

A wave of relief washes over you until you notice how his eyes darken, turning into something predatory. He gently grasps your hands before whispering. "I'll have to see if that's true."

"Huh-?" You blink until he suddenly hoists you over his shoulder, earning a squeal from you before tossing you toward the bed.

The landing knocks the air out of your lungs before Kazuha quickly crawls on top of you and grabs both your wrists to pin above your head.

You gasp while gazing up at him. "W-what are you doing?"

He pulls off the loose tie from around his neck before binding your hands. "I'm going to test and see who you truly think about when we have sex."

Your eyes grow wide as a new panic starts bubbling in your chest. "W-what?! B-but, I always think about you Kazuha-!"

"shh, if that's really true then you don't have anything to worry about," he reassures with a sly smirk before tracing down your stomach and unbuttoning your shirt as well.

Kazuha's actually pretty possessive despite not showing it.

It was sometimes frightening. in the state he's in right now, you didn't even wanna think about what would happen if you accidentally called out xiao's name instead of kazuha's...

Kazuha places a chaste kiss on your cheek before grabbing your chin. "I'm going to blindfold you too. So just relax."

Your heart pounds when a soft and smooth cloth is wrapped around your eyes and you're shrouded in darkness.

Kazuha's slender fingers trail up from the bottom of your calf all the way to your ass and he massages the flesh, earning a quiet gasp from you.

"let's take this off," he murmurs silkily before dragging your shorts down along with the underwear.

After tossing them aside on the floor, he leans down to grab your calf and sweetly kisses your ankle.

Kazuha's wet kisses trail up from your ankle to your knee. "I love you," he breathes.

"I love you, I love you," he mumbles breathlessly making you giggle from the ticklish sensation.

"I love you more." You whisper but kazuha suddenly stops and glances over at you.

"you love who more?"

Your chest suddenly tightens from the realization of what you just said and you shift uncomfortably. "kazuha, you know I didn't mean it like that—a-ah!"

A sharp inhale is sounded from you when kazuha gives a long lick up your puffy folds. He had moved on already. Yet you couldn't even tell since you had no sight of him.

He hums, sending delicious vibrations up your spine and making you moan.

"I love the way you taste. The way you smell." He groans while grabbing ahold of your plush thighs and prying them apart.

You squeak and flex your wrists against the tie, feeling slightly embarassed knowing that you were on full naked display for your boyfriend.

But it's nothing he hasn't seen before. You can't see him right now but you can hear him unzipping his pants.

"gonna make you feel so good," He pants before shuffling back and yanking your body down to the edge of the bed.

You yelp from the harsh pull until your legs are thrown over Kazuha's shoulders. He lands a harsh smack on your ass, causing you to cry out and flinch.

Why was he acting like this? This wasn't like him...it honestly seemed more like xiao's behavior.

Wait...is that what he's trying to do?? Act like Xiao to confuse you?!

That stupid jerk!

You open your mouth, ready to call him out for it but before you could even get the first letter out, Kazuha already thrusts in, filling you to the absolute brim.

A shaky moan mixed with a sob rips from your throat as you throw your head back.

Kazuha only tilts his head with a cheeky smile. He knows you figured it out. He observes you and Xiao all the time so he knows how to read you and act just like him.

That's why he's the one in charge.

Your breathing is shallow from the tingling sensation in your lower belly but your moment of rest is short lived since Kazu starts pounding away.

Electric jolts of pleasure are constantly shocking your body as you mewl and arch your back. "k-kazuha, kazuha, kazuha-"

"seems like you still remember my name. I'm impressed," he grunts while gripping your thighs.

"o-of course I remember-! Y-you're my ngh- my boyfriend," your words are breathy and barely voiced but kazuha hears them.

He continues to rut inside you, his eyes hypnotized on the way your beautiful tits bounce up and down. Your walls hug his length so fucking perfectly everytime he drags his thick cock in and out.

He sucks in a breath before running a hand up your side and squeezing. "Don't you have another boyfriend too?"

"y-yes! But I-I love them both! so much!" Your voice comes out high pitched near the end of your sentence since kazuha flicks your clit with his thumb.

His eyes soften as sweat begins to form on his overheating body. "I know. Such a good girl...our good girl."

He leans over to kiss your spit covered lips, gnawing playfully on your bottom lip. You meet it with equal passion and soon enough, your body starts to prickle with that familiar sinful buildup.

"ah, cum, I'm gonna c-cum Kazu," you mewl while relishing the way his tongue traveled around your earlobe then down your neck.

"I know. You deserve it baby. Cum for me," he whispers in a hoarse tone before grabbing your hips to keep you as close as possible.

His thrusts turn into frantic humping as your sweet juices and arousal flow down from where you two were connected.

Your pleasured moans turn into cries of overstimulation as you writhe and thrash around but as tough as it was for kazuha too, he kept going until you both reached your climaxes together.

Your legs go rigid and you grip the bedsheet once that lightning hot coil finally snaps. A broken sob slips past your lips when you shudder and float to cloud nine.

Your rhythmic pulsating walls send Kazu over the edge and he gasps before spilling inside of you, painting your insides white while beads of sweat drip down his face and chin.

He curls over your exhausted body before capturing your lips for sloppy kiss. You hum happily while bringing your arms to wrap around his neck only to remember that they were tied together.

Kazuha suddenly pulls away while out of breath. "Oh right...I almost forgot."

He removes your blindfold and restraints and you blink up at him before smiling with your chest heaving. "So..do you feel better now?"

He chuckles while caressing your face. "Yes. Thank you."

I mourneth not f'r thee! Pt.3

Yandere Diluc

Tw: angst, self-hate.

Note: not proofread.

Wc : 1k

Previous

Drowning in guilt and sorrow, Jean tentatively left her office to walk through the gently lit streets. Steps hesitant and face frowning, Jean's gloved hands touched Angel's Share's wooden door. Being near it hurt; being close to where Diluc often spent his time and knowing that she'd be miles away from her hurt; being able to hear your sweet voice speaking so casually to people burnt her heart with pain; being so, so close to being able to see you, feel you and admire you, yet unable to do so hurt her too.

She hadn't expected to feel such ways towards you, but you were so sweet, so considerate to everyone. You were the soft breeze of gratefulness and kindness.

With shaky movements, Jean pushed open the door and was greeted by the warm, bubbly atmosphere of the tavern and your bright smile that greeted her through the mass.

How could you still smile so gently to her after the pain she caused you? It felt wrong, yet right in many ways.

"Jean!" you waved at her, warmly welcoming her to the tavern. "Please come in, I'll serve you right away. "

Jean pursed her lips, hesitant to approach you after she coldly rejected your candidacy, but she thought that she should probably listen to whatever you wanted, it'd alleviate her regret by a smidgen. Sitting on the designated seat, her shaky hands laid on her thighs as she watched you mix a few substances that confused her. Jean hadn't said a single word since she walked in, neither a greeting nor an order, but you worked like you knew what she wanted. Her eyes watched your elegant movements, passing and shuffling drinks to make this cocktail Jean hadn't seen - maybe it wasn't even a cocktail, it could be juice.

With nimble hands, you poured the content into a glass cup and added a straw. You wore an excited smile, eyes wide expecting her to taste the condition you made and tell you her opinion on it.

Your smile, as brilliant as it first was, urged Jean to place the straw between her pink lips and drink the mix. She didn't know what to expect from it, once a rainbow-like drink turned to a calming colour, her eyes were clouded with hesitance and fingers twitching nervously. With the first gulp, she realized how the drink washed away all her doubt and fear, it was a soft, yet wild taste, it was sugary sweet - like tea - and it didn't have the lingering taste of alcohol. She turned to you, face displaying wonder and confusion, it made your smile widen.

"What drink is this?" she softly spoke, voice low and incredibly low.

"It's a mix of juice and calming tea," you started, picking up the metal cup you used to mix. "I know you like tea and mildly sweet drinks, you looked stressed and nervous, so I thought that I could whip you up something to relax. How is it? Do you like it?"

She glanced down at her hands, you knew she was stressed and still cared after the heartbreak she caused you. Your kindness and selflessness warmed her heart.

"I like it, it's perfect, thank you, (Name)."

She bowed her head, her heart was beating so fast that she thought it would leap out of her chest, palpating si strongly that she could feel the blood rush throughout her body; what was this strong feeling of happiness, something good and sweet. Her heart has beaten for someone other than Diluc; maybe it was a romantic feeling, or a platonic one, but all she knew and wanted, was to have this warmth.

Perhaps she doesn't deserve it, from what the burning hole behind her head showed, Diluc kept glaring at her from the moment she entered, watching her like a hawk.

Even if she didn't deserve it, a small part of her wanted to be selfish and demand this calmness and gentleness - she wanted what Diluc had.

She'd need to atone for her mistakes first, baby steps towards the warmth she just felt. You might forgive her faster than Diluc, you were more forgiving than him, whose eyes burned with unforgiving ambers.

"I must apologize, (Name). I- for what I did to you, I was being selfish- envious and acted out," she stammered, voice filled with remorse and regret. "It was unprofessional and vain of me- I'm sorry, I am. Could- could you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Her heart pumped loudly in her ears, she waited for your answer. She didn't know how to apologize to you properly, she had made many to others on behalf of the knights, but never for herself. What if her apology wasn't direct enough? Or maybe it wasn't as soft or nicer as you expected? Or maybe-

"Pff-"

Stifled laughter brought her back from her deep thoughts.

"You worry too much, Jean," you started, the same grin on your face as you had since you greeted her. " I forgave you the night it happened, you don't have to worry so much. That's why I gave you the juice, for you to relax and here you are! Stressing on something so insignificantly small!"

You pouted, frowning at Jean with a childish face. It made Jean's eyes go wide and a blush crept up her cheeks; the dark glare directed at her face worsened, Diluc saw everything from the back of the tavern.

"I even told Diluc not to bother you! And do you know what he does the next day? He goes and does the exact opposite of what I told him not to! I'm sorry if he said or did anything offensive, he's just so blunt with his words. He can be mean sometimes, no? You don't have to lie, be honest, Diluc can be really mean sometimes!"

She listened to you rant about Diluc's 'mean' side, it was new, it was- it was refreshing. She liked it. Maybe if Jean visited more often, she'd get to see and feel this more often. Maybe she might just come by more often.

But Diluc didn't.

scaramouche + "won't you kiss me already? please, my lord?"

note: yandere, cheekiness, the audacity of it all

"No, no,” he says, voice thin and impatient. “Not like that.” He huffs, and you suddenly remember an old schoolteacher you had, who used to rap student’s palms with a stick when they were displeased. At least lord Scaramouche has no such stick. “You’re saying them like some schoolchild forced to read lines.” 

You, kneeling on a cushion, twist the fabric of your robes in your hand. Not out of anxiety, because you are far past feeling it today, but out of boredom. He’s been at this for far too long. 

“I don’t know how you would like me to say it, my lord.” 

His eyes roll until you’re sure they’ll stick in the back of his head. You’re about to tell him so, when he continues. 

“Are you daft? Say it like you’re in love.” He pauses. “No, more than that. You need to sound enamored. Obsessed.” 

You sigh, dryly, and let the long folds of your sleeves drop in boredom. 

“And why must I do this again?” 

It’s only to Scaramouche that you would ever dare speak so boldly, so casually, lacking the reverence expected of a handmaiden in your station. 

He snorts through his nose. 

“Isn’t it obvious? To show those other imbeciles that I have you. That I’m the one you chose.” He smirks a little, taunting. “Or do you pretend not to notice how they looked at you, before?”

You don’t point out that he chose for you, having petitioned the Tsaritsa to have you transferred to his service. A handmaiden, a servant, a lover--whatever you were to him, exactly. You weren’t sure if it was difficult to tell, or if Scaramouche himself didn’t exactly know. 

Instead, you rise--without being prompted, cheeky thing--and take his unsuspecting hands in yours. His fingers twitch, just enough for you to notice. 

“If you want someone to sound in love, enamored, and obsessed, my lord,” you say, letting a flicker of a smile grace your expression. “Perhaps you should do the talking.” 

𝗖𝗢𝗖𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 !

˖˚˳⊹ cockwarming feat. kaeya : scaramouche : pantalone : childe : diluc : kazuha x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗔

kaeya felt so firm and warm inside of you, deeply buried in your tight hole and throbbing against your delicate walls, his fat vein was grazing over them with great control, twitching whenever you‘d clench onto him. You were utterly aware on how big kaeya was, but having him inside of you like this was a rough challenge on its own. "would you stop squirming already?" the way he‘s pointing your desperate state out right now was beyond your expectations, he was enjoying this, by far.

his defined arms would always loop around your waist, digging his fingernails into the soft flesh of your body and pushing you down further against his hard cock, balls soaked with your juices and his cum yet kaeya didn‘t want to stop, —didn‘t even think about it, at all—, mind fuzzy and turning utterly hazy from the firm yet strong grip you had on him. The man— who was normally oh so confident in his abilities turning into something else, into something needy and desperate. Yet it wasn‘t his intention to lose that little game the both of you played right now. Kaeya wanted to make sure you‘re cumming from just his cock nestled in between your cunt like this.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

scaramouche who didn‘t feel like pulling out after cumming deep into your sloppy cunt, your juices and his cum flowing past your lips and coating the messy bedsheets underneath you. He‘s so close, yet his soul felt so far, —wasn‘t even seeing it as necessary to look into your eyes—, head nestled in the crook of your neck and taking in your scent, the particular scent that made him so fucking addicted to you.

wouldn‘t tell you in a million years though, but it was right there now, so close. He could feel another orgasm approach from deep inside his gut, fingernails clawing into the soft flesh of your thighs while he spread you open even further— making it possible to reach deeper into your hole and kissing that one particular sweet spot he knew you went crazy over. "How are you still so tight?" almost saying that in a judging way, peering over your face as his warm breath coated your cheeks. You bit back a moan once he retracted his hips a bit higher, while also instinctively bucking forwards against his throbbing cock. If it wasn‘t for scaramouche‘s immense self control in that area, he would‘ve released himself yet another time to fill you up.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

pantalone rolled his eyes at you, "are you done whining?" annoyed, more so gasping out peskily at your desperate state, impaled by his hard cock while he has got you locked with his brought arms. You were currently straddling him in his leather chair, legs already threatening to give out on you if it wasn‘t for pantalone keeping you up, pulling you onto his lap even more so you‘d feel every single vein grazing through your delicate walls.

to make yourself a bit more comfortable on his lap you wiggled around which he wasn‘t really pleased about, the thing he hated the absolute most was you disobeying his orders in whatever way imaginable. He gave you a light slap on your thigh for your bold behavior, not to mention that he was grinning now with that pseudo smile of his that would always make a shiver run down your spine. "Don‘t tell me you‘re actually considering disobeying me in any way, dear?" cooeing into your ear while you keened into his shoulder, unable to look at him. Warm precum now began soaking out of your fluttering hole, —which was still full by his throbbing cock—. You didn‘t know if you should say anything or answer his question, yet the only thing he did was snap his hips up particularly hard, "be good now." his voice firm, warm breath coating your cheek as his gaze fell back on the loads of paperwork on his desk.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

under childe‘s scorching gaze, you lifted your head softly up to the man who was hovering over you, "not yet." he pants heavily after filling you up with his seed, voice a little dull and his pretentiously wording sounded almost clingy in a way you couldn‘t quite place. You quivered uncontrollably because of him, his hard cock— that would gradually soften— but was still completely sheathed in your warm hole, throbbing and grazing over your walls. Subconsciously you tightened your arms around his neck to pull him closer against your body that was covered in sweat.

ajax wouldn‘t let you a chance to voice yourself either, leaning close to you once more for yet another kiss on the tip of your nose before snapping his hips forward to bury himself deeper into your messy cunt, that was so utterly ruined by him already. You purred and whined at the newish found sensation, for a few moments it was silent in a way, his fingers threading through your unruly hair as you tried to spread your legs further for him. And if you were being honest right now, you could stay like this for an eternity, caged in his arms with his cock nestled in your quivering hole, the passionate feelings radiating through the whole room while you forgot everything around you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

the cooling touch from diluc‘s gloved hands glide across your skin, your arms looped around his neck for additional support once he lined his throbbing cock up with your hole. Gingerly sliding his flushing red tip over your folds to collect your juices and use them as a natural lubricant before burying himself to the hilt inside of you. He felt so firm and warm, not to mention big inside of your clenching hole that was so desperately sucking him in. It felt as if you escaped all struggles and solely focused on his burning eyes alone.

the way diluc would grab onto the soft flesh of your thighs to keep you close at all times, not to mention that whenever you would try to move he‘d shoot a gaze towards you that was so unbelievably sexy and demanding, having you throb against his cock in a heart beat. It was just as if an unspeakable desire formed deep inside your gut, continuously seeping through each pore of your body while his tip grazed over your sweet spot without much effort. "You‘re so beautiful like this." he‘s whispering, husky breath turning into an almost sinful tone. Diluc was so sly about it too, knowing oh too well how to make you unravel against him.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗨𝗛𝗔

your body turning into raging tides, blood surging through your veins with kazuha‘s cock still throbbing inside of you after he filled you up with his seed, his balls soaked in your juices and his cum which had the sticky substance drip on the bedsheets underneath the both of you. "not yet." he‘s mewling now, kazuha sounded almost desperate in a way, "don‘t want to pull out yet." a dangerous breath spreading from his words, which you could only reply to in looking him deep in his eyes. You both were coated in sweat and perspiration, bodies closely entangled against each other and unable to let go with his cock still nestled in between your sobbing cunt, that was unable to hold all of his cum in.

every inch of your skin under his touches would turn into flames, his face hiding and the crook of your neck and leaving soft open mouthed kisses only for him to relish in. As your whining turned louder, kazuha‘s groaning against you turned huskier in a way, needier if anything. You could feel him throb inside of you again, his cock— that was gradually softening becoming hard yet again—. "i love you." he‘s cooeing into your ear, rough tongue licking a straight line from your neck to your collarbone, his hands acting along his wills. He was so far gone, you figured, he could barely form any sentences anymore. Only being able to concentrate and feel you engulf him, the veins— that decorated his shaft in an utmost delicate way— prancing over your abused walls which would result in you moaning deeply against his hold. Kazuha wouldn‘t want to leave this position in a million years.

5.5k event special

do not! share, copy or repost my work. ✎ ©ANANTARU 2022