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𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲 [𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿]

as was foreseeable, you were more bitter than a radish over your lover’s affairs in sumeru; with the pesky follower he met in the midst of his search for godhood being the victim of your ire. she should be grateful for your show of mercy to spare her life, or else you would’ve jumped on the chance in a heartbeat.

it could’ve ended well if he didn’t dangle the idiot leech of a researcher’s devotion over your head, using it to his heart’s content to keep you obedient. “haypasia would not dare to behave so insolently,” and “haypasia would’ve done what i asked without question.”

haypasia this, haypasia that.

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Feel Good

He makes you feel good, even if he is sometimes cruel

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Xiao x fem!reader

Warning!!! NSFW below the cut!

AFAB reader, oral (receiving), Slight ServiceDom! Xiao, edging, spanking, fingering, praising, full nelson position, kissing, creampie.

Note: Xiaooo Xiaooo!!! I'm basically finished with school so I have the whole summer to write *smirk*, anyways thinking kazuha will be next and then yelan (please step on me *drooling*). Also please take this survey! Ok bye <3.

You felt so good like your whole body was hot with pleasure, all thanks to your boyfriend, Xiao, whose head was between your thighs. You held onto a clump of his hair as his head worked up and down on your slit. His tongue glided between your folds, only stopping to lick at your clit. Soft moans fell from your lips as Xiao lapped up the slick that poured from your pussy. “Good, so good,” you said stroking his silky hair, your eyes closed feeling completely relaxed but filled to the brim with arousal.

Xiao was thriving off of your moans, your quick inhales when he flicks your clit, your low whimpers as he pushed his tongue in, every single noise. You didn’t take Xiao for a service dom, but you didn’t mind. He could get a little mean (really mean), but for some reason whenever you did it, he was always ready to please you. Your body shivered, his tongue poking around your insides made you feel like you were going to cum already. It didn’t help that his nails were clawing at your sides, stimulating you further to your climax. Your hips started to push up into his mouth, “Xiao, ‘m gonna cum,” you whispered.

He popped off of your pussy, slick all down his chin, “Hold it for me, ok?” You let out an affirmative hum, and he continued eating you out. Despite this, your gasps got louder and louder, and Xiao could tell you were getting needy. He was losing his patience, he growled out “Hold it for me,” again.

“I can’t Xiao, ‘m right there,” you moaned out, throwing your head back. You were oh so close, your hole was clenching around his tongue, yearning to release the pressure there. But all too soon, Xiao pulled his tongue out, causing you to gasp, “Shit, Xiiaao~”

He gave a few licks on your clit before pulling away from your dripping slit. Your hips rolled up into the air, eyeing Xiao as he grabbed your calf to flip you over onto your stomach. As soon as you laid on your tummy, there was a sharp smack on your ass and you yelped. “What did I say?” his growling voice kept you submissive, you didn’t want to further enrage him so you kept quiet. His hand came down again, “What did I say?” He said closer to your ear, vibrating your head, causing your muscles to tense up.

You let out your voice, weak and shaky “To hold it…” His golden eyes pierced through you, increasing the anticipation and the heat between your thighs.

“Are you going to hold it?” you shake your head yes, he grabbed a ball of your hair in his fist, “that’s not an answer.”

“Yes Xiao, ‘m gonna hold it.”

“Good girl,” he pulled you into his lap, thighs spread out between his body. His painted nails roamed your skin, leaving behind faint tingly lines and causing slick to pour onto his lap. His hands eventually dipped back down into your folds, splitting them before sinking his finger into your tight hole. Xiao hissed, “fuck, you’re so wet…” he breathed right into your ear. You squirmed, lightly kicking your legs out only for Xiao to hold onto the back of your thighs with his arm. 

His fingers quickly worked in and out of you, forcing you to let out a shaky moan, “F-f-fuck, Xiao.” You suppressed the urge to cream around Xiao’s slender fingers, but it wasn’t helping he was pressing right on your g-spot making you see stars. “Xiao! Fuc-k sl-ow down!” you tried grabbing the hand that fucked into you, but with the awkward position, your attempts were fruitless.

Xiao pulled your thighs closer to your chest, exposing your pussy more to his fingers, allowing for him to go rougher. “Take it,” he growled into your ear, and you did (to your best ability). Your pussy clamped around his fingers, and you saw stars. Your mouth was left ajar from Xiao's fingers, moaning relentlessly and pouring more of your juices onto them. His pants were damp with how much you were leaking on him, but he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

Pleas fell from your mouth as you started to tear up from overstimulation. "Ple-ase Xiao~! I'll be so good for, AHnmm! You, please let me c-cum! Pleasepleaseplease-" your brain was so foggy, and your pussy fluttered around his fingers. Xiao pulled out his fingers, and you were somewhat relieved from his cruel punishment.

But Xiao was far from over, he started to pull down his wet pants, and you felt the tip of his cock between your drenched folds. "The only thing you're going to cum on is my cock, [Name]," he said sternly, as he pulled your thighs closer to your chest again, pushing his cock in your hold. Your pussy happily welcomed it, albeit squeezing around Xiao’s cock crazily. "Hey, don't cum immediately, ok?"

"Mhm!" You hummed, biting your lower lip. His cock was finally nestled fully inside of you. You didn't have time to adjust, since Xiao began to buck up into you. You squirmed, whining from holding it in for so long.

You turned around to look at Xiao, his mouth was hanging open slightly panting. You twisted your body to kiss him, and Xiao slowed his movements. Even though the kiss was sloppy it was passionate. He broke the kiss, and in the space, between your lips, he muttered, "you can cum now." He returned to thrusting into your pussy, and immediately felt a knot form in your stomach.

"Ah♡~! Ah♡~! Xiao♡~! I'm gonna♡~!" The knot dissolved and you gripped Xiao's thighs hard. Your mind went white, you clenched and fluttered around Xiao's cock. Xiao hissed, releasing your thighs, now bringing your hips down to fuck his cock.

Xiao fucked you through your orgasm, he rested his face on your back, grunting as he used your body. His low growls shook your body. You were washed over in pleasure, your moans slipped out every time his cock bullied its way into your spent pussy, rubbing against your g-spot and kissing your cervix.

Xiao shivered behind you and began increasing his thrusts. Your moans turned into whines, and you came around him again, milking and pumping his cock. He let out a broken whine, and his hips got rougher, until his cum painted your walls, filling you up. He pulled you up from his cock, laying you down on the bed, passionately kissing your sides.

His fingers rubbed your sides, muttering praises into your ear. "Good girl, you did so well for me. So pretty, so good for me. Holding it in for so long, I bet you're still pent up. You want me to help you?" His fingers traveled between your thighs, resting right under your wet pussy.

"Yeah, just one more," you sighed. With that, Xiao peeled your legs open, sliding his head between your thighs.

"Alright."

sending nudes in their office hours!

ft. albedo, xiao, heizou, kazuha

warning: masturbation, swearing, humiliation, use of toys, degradation, rough sex, spanking, choking, hair-tugging, praising. smut heavily implied.

heizou

shocked, very shocked. when he received a message notification from you, he expected it to be you sending a picture of watching crime documentaries like you usually do. but not this.

a very nude photo of you, handcuffed in the headboard of the bed, wearing his polo with a vibrator inside your pussy. the picture made him red, made him hard too, with a text “do me like how you do the criminals, mr. detective~”

immediately finished what he is assigned to do and gave every single documents to the police and took his leave.

he’s gonna teach you a lesson for disturbing him while he’s busy solving cases in his office, so be prepared for one hell of a ride.

scenario

“ah! heizou, please.. slow down!” you cried out, struggling as your wrists are handcuffed while being mercilessly fucked by the Shikanoin Heizou, “oh? why would I?” he teasingly said, cooing at your ears when he suddenly grabbed your hair and tugged it back. “I don’t give mercy to criminals, darling, I figure you’d know that before sending such vulgar messages.” he sternly said, gripping your handcuffed wrists and increasing his pace even more.

tears starts streaming down your face as another orgasm pulled through, screaming his name. “aww, look at how slutty you look right now.” Heizou chuckled, smacking your ass resulting for another orgasm to pull through. “he-heizou.. please.. stop..” you begged, only to earn a laugh from the detective.

“I don’t listen to criminals beg, sweetheart.” and with that, he thrusted his whole length in, cumming deep inside your womb. your juices mixed with his dripping from your legs. you let out a long, exasperated moan when you felt him pull out.

“you look so fucking hot like this.. I won’t give you a break.” you felt the bed shuffling. he grabbed you by the leg and flipped you around, smiling at how your pussy is gushing out his semen. he took his phone from the lamp and stood up, pointing his phone camera at you

“I take pictures of criminals after I give them the taste of their own medicine, so smile wide for me, slut.” and so you did. and after that, he lunged towards you and fucked you again, his pounding making you orgasm everytime, you begging him to stop, but he couldn’t careless.

after all, you asked for this when you sent those pornographic pictures to him when he was at work, right? the least you could do is be thankful because he took his time to make you cry on his cock and dump loads of his semen in your womb, even if he has a line of criminal cases to solve.

albedo

confused, to say the very least. you have always been that gentle, shy wife who is still shy to strip in front of his husband. but now.. you are sending him nudes, while he’s working on a new project?

he stares at the photo, where you use two of your fingers to spread your dripping pussy wide, using your other hand to cover your blushing face. your nipples lewdly perked up in the thin fabric. this made him breath deeply, his face heating up.

the text you sent after didn’t help with the erection hiding underneath his pants though, “why don’t you experiment on my body, bedo?”

oh he totally will. he immediately called Timaeus and Sucrose to take place for him and left in a flash, leaving the two confused because he never skips work.

scenario

“hmm.. I see.” he mutters under his breath as he watches you get ruined by two vibrating dildos inside of you, a smirk pulling up when you cry his name. “albedo! when are you going to fuck me using your dick!” you moaned out. he tsked and sets the vibrator to the highest setting, making you go crazy.

“I will, after I’m done experimenting on how much you can orgasm in an hour using technology.” Albedo said, tucking your hair behind your ears as he listens to your moaning voice like some sort of opera. “don’t worry, love. you told me to experiment on your body, I am just doing what you asked~” he cooed in your ears, another orgasm coming through which caught Albedo’s attention.

“alright, just 3 more minutes, love. and I’ll give you my cock, alright?” he reassured you, patting your head as he went in front of you again. your gaze averted to his bulge, making you even more impatient on waiting to take his dick. “and 10 seconds..” and you came, again. he smiled warmly at you as he turns the vibrators off and took it from your soaking pussy.

“alright.. as promised.” Albedo finally let his dick spring loose, tip licking pre-cum as he positioned his dick at your entrance. “1 hour of using my dick.. lets see how much you’d orgasm from it.” he started his timer and plunged his dick inside your cunt, making you orgasm, again. “that was quick.” Albedo chuckled deeply as he began thrusting inside your pussy in a missionary way.

“1..” he pulled his dick out, leaving the tip inside. the sudden thrust made you cum again, “2” each 4 pounding he gives your pussy, you cum. “3” and the counting goes on. his dick was still better than the vibrators, it always had. “haah, 7..” his thrusts started becoming sloppy, was he near, too?

“ah, you don’t mind if I breed you, right dear?” before you could nod, his thrust made your eyes roll back as he began reaching your womb, his dick reaching every pleasurable parts that’s making you orgasm continuously with no stop. “i’m close..” one deep thrust and you felt his semen rushing down your womb, legs shivering as he held them up.

“I lost count of your orgasms, y/n. lets try again, I need an accurate calculation if I want to make a comparison between technology and raw.” oho you are hella fucked.

xiao

he is mad, hella mad. Xiao was showing a client some of their best ideas using his phone since he has forgotten his laptop, and your message notif popped up.

Xiao accidentally clicked it and wow, a picture of you riding your pillow naked was shown at the eyes of the client, even had a text that said, “baby, I miss you.. come breed me please~”

the client ended up excusing herself and told him that they can meet up in another time, Xiao was frustrated because he could’ve really used the money when the client has accepted the commission, now.

so he immediately rushed home, his driving speed passing the speed limit. he is set on releasing his frustrations on you, so be prepared.

scenario

“you fucking slut, you couldn’t have waited for me to come home, hmm?? you really sent me nudes when you know goddamn well that I was meeting with a client.” he tugged the leash of your collar, your hands gripping the bedsheet as he pounds into your sopping wet cunt, you can’t answer him because he placed a gag in your mouth.

“did you really want attention that badly?” smack! his palm rebounded from your ass, earning a yelp from you. “you do, don’t you?” he pulled your hair and made your back arch as he fucks deeper into you, “look at your pussy tightening up..! ah, taking me in so fucking well.” his thrusts slows down yet went deeper, making you choke as another wave of orgasm hits you.

“stand the fuck up. I’ll give you the attention you fucking want.” you obeyed, legs shaking while trying to stand up. he lets go of your hair and pulled your wrists to your back, his dick still inside of you as he leads you outside of the balcony. “make sure to scream my name, or I’ll make you.” he takes the gag out of your mouth, string of saliva connecting as he did so.

“xiao.. i’m sorr—“ you let out a scream when he thrusted inside of you again, making xiao chuckle deeply as he watches your wrecked figure trying to hold onto the railing. “yeah, scream more! make them hear how much you like getting fucked in public.” he growled. you felt something churning in your stomach, and you know you are nearing your orgasm again. “xiao.. xiao!” you shout as you came again, Xiao’s thrust becoming sloppy as he is nearing his high as well.

“mm yeah, y’want me to breed this pussy right?” and one last thrust got you screaming his name continuously, legs quivering as you felt his cum trickle down your thighs. Xiao lets out a sigh and turned you around. carrying you as he lifts your other leg and placed it on his shoulders.

“we aren’t done yet, i’m gonna fuck my semen into you and make you cry my name, all night long.” another thrust and it got you flying in heaven, your head falling back, drool coming out of the corner of your mouth. he actually did what he said, the whole night you were crying, moaning, screaming his name. you actually think you’d be pregnant on this one.

kazuha

he is currently using his phone to present the powerpoint lecture for his english class, when continuous notifications from you popped up.

he quickly turned it off as the messages you sent were quite.. vulgar. “kazuu~ when is your break? wanna get fucked in the office right now~” all of his students saw that message, leaving him completely embarrassed and he ended up ending the class early.

he gathers all of his belongings and immediately headed towards his office. you were there, pussy full in display for him to devour.

good luck.

scenario

“just what were you thinking, darling?” another smack was heard across the room as Kazuha slaps your ass. “I.. i didn’t know you were using your phone-!” another spank was delivered, gasp leaving your lips as your fluid drips down to the floor, “i didn’t order you to talk.” he sternly said, giving your ass another slap.

“you asked me, I was only answering..” you slurred, your head way too blurry to even think about anything. Kazuha sighed, unzipping his pants and pulling down his boxers as he positioned his dick in your entrance. “don’t make a noise, unless you want me to get fired.” you almost screamed out when he thrusted inside of you with no warning, luckily, you were quick to cover your mouth.

“good slut, now take this without making any noise, mkay? if you do, I’ll make sure to open the windows for the students to see how pathetic you look right now.” And there he started to move. his movements were slow, making you agitated, so you tried moving your hips to fasten it up. but he held you still.

“don’t move, this is your punishment.” He commanded. you decided to just stay still as he enters in and out of you slowly. you started to yawn when he suddenly thrusts inside in a deep, rough pace, turning your moan into a scream. “why, I told you to stay quiet didn’t I?” he grabbed your arm, stopping his thrusts as he led you in front of his office window.

“ah, look at you tightening up in my cock. is that why you sent me those messages earlier? for the students to see how much of a whore my wife is?” He opened the curtains and pushed you against the window. your boobs pressed against the glass as you watch the students see you getting fucked. “look at them watching you, you like this? hm?” he delivered one powerful thrust which got you moaning like crazy,

“hah, those students taking a video of you..” he pulled your hair back, his dick hitting an even deeper spot as you continued to hold onto the wall for dear life, “I won’t even wonder if you got yourself a sex tape roaming around the school.” you came once again, his thrusts not stopping as he lets go of your hair and only focused on his dick coming in and our of your pussy.

“your pussy looks so lewd right now, look at your dripping cum. you came this much from just being seen by the students, huh? should I let them in the office and fuck you as well?” He chuckled deeply, you whined under his touches as he continued fucking his semen inside of your pussy.

“next time, I will not hesitate to fuck you at the school’s gymnasium. do this again, I always keep my word.”

DO NOT REPOST

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Characters: Albedo, Xiao, Heizou

Pt 2 coming soon!! (I say as I stare at it in my drafts and refuse to touch it)

Summary: An idea I've had for a while. Reader drinks a potion that nullifies reflexes and reactions to pleasure. Basically, Reader just gives him a straight face and silent treatment while he tries to fuck her.

Fem!Reader, possibly Dom!Reader? I'm not entirely sure how it works. The boys are all pretty subby tho

Warnings: crying/dacryphilia sorta?, breakdowns, creampies, implied multiple orgasms/overstim (Albedo), silent treatment, light cunnilingus, mommy kink, nicknames/petnames (darling, 'Bedo, honey, Xiaoxiao, baby, Shika), reader's mean (degradation??), spit as lube,

I highkey worked twice as hard on Xiao's 💀 I promise I didn't mean to shit on the others 😭😭

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Albedo

"Darling, are you feeling alright? You're not as responsive as usual."

You simply stared at him. He stared back. Once he realized you weren't going to respond, he sighed.

"Have I done something wrong?"

You remained silent. When he reached a hand towards your face, you grabbed it, and placed it on your cunt.

"Ah, I see." That was all that was said before he slid down, removed your panties, and began licking long stripes from the very bottom all the way to your clit. You couldn't deny, it felt amazing. The potion was really doing the trick.

He seemed displeased at how your cunt didn't clench or flutter the way it normally did. His finger began rubbing your clit in circles as he looked up at you.

"Are you not aroused? We don't have to continue if you aren't-"

"I'm perfectly aroused, 'Bedo," you finally spoke, sending him a glare. "You said you wanted an endurance test, yes?"

He nodded.

"This is it. I've made sure I won't interrupt. Go until you can't anymore."

Albedo's eyes seemed to sparkle at that. He eagerly climbed back up and hovered over you.

"You mean you can't feel it? That means you've found some sort of numb-er? How does it work?"

He bombarded you with questions until your finger was placed over his lips.

"I can feel it, I just nullified the reactions. You only have an hour until it wears off, so get to it if you want decent results."

"R-right, I will."

He was quick to shove down his boxers to free his erection. He then looked back up at you.

"But if your body lacks any reaction, then how will we properly lubricate you?"

"Your saliva's fine, just add more if you need."

He did as you told, spitting onto his hand and coating your folds. Normally the sensation would put butterflies in your stomach, but your body had no such reaction. Despite the lack of commonplace things, - the burning in your abdomen, the tingling sensation in every area you wished he'd touch, the heavy breathing, - you were still enjoying yourself. It was still pleasureful. As much as it was awkward and unfamiliar.

He slid into you with a sigh, and after a few twitches inside you, he began moving. He looked up at you, but once he found your eyes were already on him, he got embarrassed and looked away. He was almost panting above you, rutting into you slow, but not teasingly so. Enough that it could carry him to his orgasm without rocking the whole bed.

He looked up and back again, face growing red.

"Can... c-can you speak to me, please?" He asked, eyes sad as they fought to look into yours.

"Now, you want good results, don't you? That'd be cheating. It'd be the same as me consistently clenching down on you."

"B-but isn't that the point? For you to... m-make it hard on me?"

"The harder you cum, the less you will later. We're testing to see how much you can overall, honey. Just go along with it."

"B-but we can make that part of the experime-"

You hushed him, and he whimpered as we went back to rocking into you and avoiding eye contact.

"You want help?" You asked after a moment or two. He eagerly nodded, whimpering.

"Too bad."

He whined at that, wrapping his arms around you to thrust into you harder, all the while your stoic expression never faltered.

He picked up speed. You couldn't quite feel from inside you if it was because he was getting close or he wanted to. The muffled moans floating across your chest made you assume the former.

"I-I love you," he breathed against your skin, followed by more choked moans. "Th-thank you for- ahn~- c-caring so much a-about my- ngh- r-research-"

It wasn't long after that that he had came inside you. Unlike when you were usually distracted by the insane amount of pleasure, you could feel every bit of it now. The way he twitched against your walls and how the liquid pushed against them. What was left that didn't have room inside dripped out of you, down into the sheets under you.

His hips stopped as he caught his breath against your chest. You frowned.

"You aren't supposed to stop, y'know. It's kinda the point," you scolded.

His red face looked up at your unamused expression. He took it in before he hid his face again and let out a exasperated sigh, starting to rock into you again.

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Xiao

"Y/n?" Xiao lifted his head away from your neck to look at you. "Doesn't... doesn't that feel good?"

You refused to answer, turning your head away from him. He panicked a little at the sight, placing his hands on your cheeks just to hold them, deciding against trying to turn your head back.

"D-did I do something wrong?"

You still didn't respond, and he was left with his mind running. Why weren't you speaking to him? What did he do? Wasn't he good enough anymore?

"I-if you don't want to keep doing this... w-we don't have to. Y-you don't have to. Okay, Y/n?"

But all you did was sigh. You didn't say anything. However, he nearly flinched when he felt your leg pressed to his cock, just barely rubbing against it.

It made his breath catch for a moment. He then placed his hand on your leg, looking at your face as you ignored him.

"I-I'll keep going. So I can... m-make you feel good."

He moved back down to your neck, kissing and sucking on it softly. Not enough to leave a mark. You already seemed mad at him.

Oddly enough, the thought of being able to break this silent treatment of yours only made his boxers tighter. He started imagining rutting into one of those soft spots inside of you, making you moan and call him a good boy. It's all he wanted. He just wanted you to feel good with what he was doing.

When he left his imagination, he found himself grinding against one of your legs where it sat, as he whimpered into the kisses he placed onto your neck. He stopped as soon as he realized it, sitting up with a red face to look at you.

You didn't seem to dislike it. Of course, you didn't seem to like it either. Every signal you sent was a mixed one.

"D-does it feel good, mommy?" Xiao all but whined against the crook of your neck as he continued grinding, harder than before. He wasn't kissing against your skin anymore, he just seemed to want to be able to smell you, and play with your hair in one hand that caressed your cheek. He couldn't help but notice how soft your skin was. He felt bad about all the times he had left it covered in hickeys.

The hand he had been using to touch your face moved down to your crotch, sliding under the fabric of your underwear to your clit.

"Does th-that? P-please... just tell me."

But you were still quiet. Your breath hadn't even picked up. Wasn't this normally what got you going?

He let out a quiet gasp when he felt your hand on top of his on your cheek. It was warm and soothing. He whined against your skin, thanking you far too much for the small gesture. He then sat up, kissing your cheek on the way. He gave you a determined look.

"I-I'll make you feel good, mommy. I promise!"

He climbed on top of you hovering over your form. He looked at you lovingly, enough you almost felt bad about taking the potion.

"Just... t-tell me what you want... I-it's yours, whatever y-you want...!"

In response, you closed your eyes, as if to say you refused to answer. He whined at you, asking quietly that you open your eyes and keep looking at him, which you did.

"I-I mean it... I'll make you feel good, mommy. J-just leave it t-to me."

He then spread your legs, placing himself between them. He started grinding against your cunt through your clothes. He struggled to keep in the little whimpers and moans as he did so.

"I-is this what you want?"

No response. He whined.

He reluctantly pulled away, his body not wanting him to stop, but he had to make you feel good. It didn't matter if he didn't feel good himself, as long as you did.

He lowered his face down between your legs, and licked over your entrance through the fabric of your panties, wetting them. He repeated that a few times, then slipped them off of your legs.

You were dry as a desert, which meant more work for him. What did he expect? This was part of the punishment for taking so long to pleasure you.

He continued his licking, wetting your folds and your clit, which he rubbed the way you normally liked. When you had no reaction to it, he tried sucking on it, but you acted exactly the same.

"Mommy, why is nothing working?" Xiao whined as he nuzzled his cheek against one of your soft thighs. "Y-your skin is so soft, I love it... A-and I love you...! Please just feel good, mommy, please."

Your eyes looked as if they were scolding him for being so impatient, begging you to just feel good from him touching you. He shied away from your gaze.

"I-I'm s-sorry..."

Soon, he was trying something new, pulling off his boxers and climbing on top of you. His eyes were desperate as they looked into yours, trying to search for just what you wanted. Once he found nothing, he pressed his throbbing length against your cunt, slick with his saliva.

"D-does this feel good? You normally like it a lot..." He recalled you squirming under him when he teased you like this, pressing his cock against your slick and keeping it there. But now, nothing familiar happened.

He whimpered at your still stoic expression and hesitantly slid into you, moaning quietly. Once he bottomed out, he stopped again, leaving himself right where he was. He remembered you saying once that when he did this he would twitch against all the best spots. He was twitching now. Didn't it feel good?

You still didn't give any reaction.

"Mommy," he whined, rolling his hips softly. "P-please, just tell me you feel good. I promise I won't stop! I-I'll keep going until I pass out i-if you want me to!"

Just as you had the whole night, you said no such things and he was left feeling like maybe he was never going to pleasure you.

Maybe he just wasn't good enough? It was confusing; he was good enough the night before. Why wasn't he now?

Hot tears had started running down his cheeks as you stared at him. He tried to blink back what hadn't already spilled, scolding himself in his thoughts. He was supposed to be pleasuring you, not crying over your chest.

Returning to the task at hand, he started rolling his hips against that one particular spot he knew was your favorite. It made his whole body twitch, the way he just wanted to thrust into you, but you never let him until you came from how good that one spot felt.

"I-is this...? Ngh-"

It was too hard to form sentences at this point, placing all his focus on hitting that spot instead of chasing his own high. Regardless, he felt it coming anyway, in the pit of his stomach.

"I-I'm gonna- hgh- mommy, please-"

When he finally came against that sweet spot of yours, you couldn't tell how exactly you felt. A part of you was proud he knew so much about you, and despite his desperation, he went slow, trying to figure out just what you wanted. On the other hand you felt sorry for him, seeing him cry above you like you had just broken his heart. All around, you just wanted it to end.

"Xiaoxiao."

He squeaked when he heard your voice, looking up from where he was hiding his face in his own chest. His tear-soaked, red face was surprised for a moment, before he saw the look or adoration in your eyes and melted.

"Mama!" Was all he said before throwing himself at you, wrapping his arms around you and quietly sobbing into your neck. "D-did I make y-yo-u feel good?"

"Yes, honey, you did great.," you reassured him quietly, running your hands up and down his back and through his hair.

"Then... why-y were you so q-quiet? A-and why were you loo-oking at me like that?"

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry," you kissed him softly. He was holding onto you for dear life. "Never again, I promise."

You weren't sure how long the potion had left, but once it was gone, you'd make sure your boy felt loved.

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Heizou

Heizou stopped kissing along your jaw to look over your face. Once he did, his eyes slimmed.

"That's quite the look you got."

You closed your eyes and relaxed, putting your arms behind your head.

"I take it you aren't too interested, hm?"

You kept silent, simply shrugging. His jaw ticked at how coy you were. Usually you were pretty worked up, no matter how your nights went down. His hand trailed down your skin, until it was just above the waistband of your underwear.

"Mind if I get you interested, then?"

You quietly chuckled at the confident ask, inviting him to try. With a little of self-admitted frustration, he stuck a finger under the fabric and lifted it, listening to the nice snap it made when he let go. You didn't so much as flinch.

"Holding your ground tonight?"

He huffed when you remained silent. His hand slid under one of the cups of your bra, pinching one of your nipples. He pinched hard enough that you would normally be writhing, because he had taken plenty of time to learn these things about you. However, when you had no such reaction, he decided he had to go for something more drastic.

His hand slid down under your underwear, pressing a finger to your dry folds.

"You really aren't lying, huh? What, am I not trying hard enough?" He tilted his head, giving you a teasing glance, but by how silent and calm you were with your eyes closed, he could've sworn you were asleep.

"Are you even awake?" His voice was irritated, and his facial expression reflected it when you opened your eyes, but you kept your mouth shut, keeping up the facade.

After he took a moment to look over you with his jaw ticking, he huffed again. "I can't tell if you're messing with me or just don't want it tonight."

You simply smirked at him, closing your eyes again.

"I take it it's the first one, then."

With that, he kissed the edge of your lips before sliding down until his face was between your legs. He slid your underwear off and messily licked your cunt, hitting your clit with every stroke of his tongue. He then sucked on your clit while a finger entered you, prodding at your walls. You didn't loosen or tighten around him, adding to his confusion about the situation.

When he judged that this wasn't doing anything for you, he pulled away and rose, hovering over the rest of you. When you felt he had stopped for a while, you peaked an eye open, seeing him looking irritated above you. You opened both eyes, giving him an innocent look.

"Don't give me that. What's gotten into you?"

Just like before, you shrugged. But you blinked in surprise when his length entered you in one snap of his hips. He ground against one of your sweet spots, but you still had no reaction, meanwhile Heizou was panting above you, watching your expressions like a hawk.

When he finally started thrusting, he hid his face for a moment to calm his moans before he returned to watching you. His restrained expression would've been a pretty big turn-on if you weren't numbed.

"S-so that's- ngh- it then? Noth-thing?"

You sent him a condescending smile. He chuckled bitterly.

"Fuck, you're g-good at that- hah-"

He tried keeping a straight face as he fucked you, keeping eye contact, but he ultimately failed, cursing and hiding his face for a moment.

"H-have you always been able to- huff- do that? Or am I j-just awful?"

There was still no response and his mind was in turmoil. Hadn't you told him he was the best you'd ever had? Surely that wasn't just pity.

When you saw his strained expression, you couldn't help but break the facade.

"It feels great, Shika."

He looked up at you, as if he wasn't sure if you had said it or if he was hallucinating. When he saw your gentle smile, it made his heart ache.

"Don't lie to me-"

As soon as that bitter tone started coming out of his mouth, you grabbed him by the chin and pulled him into your lips. He reluctantly kissed back after a moment, melting into it. When you pulled away, you were soft with him.

"Stop being a bitch and cum already so I can tell you my secret."

He huffed. "You're the bitch," he mumbled against your chest before he went back to rocking into you at a fast pace.

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Honestly, this was less fun than I thought it would be :( hope some of yall like it anyway

Tighnari -> breeding

content: nsfw, breeding kink, praise, mentions of pregnancy and creampies, Tighnari has a knot | reblogs & comments appreciated!

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Tighnari was a gentle lover. 

He was attentive and kind, always aware of what exactly you needed when you needed it; the pace with which he fucked you with was usually slow and deep. Sensual. 

He liked to press his lips just below your jaw whenever he pushed into you, pressing loving kisses to your skin until he had bottomed out, and he made sure to make you cum at least once before he took you properly. 

He had each of your preferences memorised perfectly; he knew whether you preferred him to lick or suck at your clit, whether you enjoyed having your nipples played with or not, and he never failed to make you absolutely lose your mind in pleasure, all your muscles turning to jelly. 

Tighnari was a gentle lover, until he suddenly wasn't. 

Unaware, dare you say naïve, as you were, you hadn't known about ruts, though they appeared to be quite a big deal if the way Tighnari was currently pounding into you was anything to go by. 

His narrow hips slapped against your own, his nails were digging into the soft skin of your waist and you cried out sharply at a particularly hard thrust. 

Your back arched off the bed, your eyes fluttered closed, and, God, you were almost sure that the head of Tighnari's dick was hitting against your cervix with how deep he was, with how full you felt. 

“So good for me, aren't you?” His voice was raspy, lower than usual, and it sent a shiver up your spine. “God, you feel fucking perfect around me, so hot and tight. You're such a good girl.” 

The praise earned him a needy moan from you, the noise high-pitched, and you couldn't help but clench around him. The sudden tightness caused both of you to groan. 

“You're so pretty like this.” Tighnari's breath was warm against your neck; suddenly, he reached down to feather his thumb over your clit, and you whined, the noise breathy. “Gorgeous, really. And you'll be even more stunning after I've filled you up.”

Without even meaning to, you tightened around him, wet walls pulsing as heat rose to your cheeks because of words. This really wasn't something you had ever imagined but, suddenly, you found yourself unable to think of anything but him filling you, getting you pregnant. 

Tighnari's chuckle had a mocking tone to it. “Oh? Seems you liked that, didn't you? Is that what you want, love?” A grunt as he pushed into you again. “For me to fill you up until you're dripping with my cum? For me to breed you?” 

You whined in response, the noise utterly needy. Sweat dripped down your neck, arousal coiled heavily in your abdomen, and everything felt so damn hot — your clit was throbbing, your lips open as more high-pitched sounds fell from them. “Please—” 

“So you do?” Tighnari huffed out a laugh, though his grip on your hips tightened. His next thrust had you all but keening; your sight blurred when, suddenly, your orgasm crashed over you without a warning. The constant stimulation of your clit was overwhelming. “That's cute, darling. I'll just do that then.” 

Pain and pleasure mashed together into one confusing emotion as Tighnari kept fucking you through your orgasm, his pace unrelenting; you whimpered pathetically as your wet walls pulsed around his cock, all but sucking him in despite the dull ache in your abdomen.

“Please”, you eventually choked out, though forming coherent words seemed like a herculean task right now, “Please, Tighnari, fuck—, want you to knock me up, please.” 

You moaned as your words made his dick twitch inside of you, and your thighs trembled when liquid warmth filled you up moments later, his dick growing in width and, oh—, the sensation of your cunt being stretched even wider was overwhelming, indescribable, and tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it.

“Ah. I forgot to tell you about the knot, didn't I?” Tighnari's smirk was cheeky, his ears twitching. You merely whimpered in response. “Just be glad for the brief break you're getting. Once it goes down, I'll take you again and again.” 

Your cheeks seemed to grow impossibly more hot as he leaned down, green eyes sparkling with mirth. “After all, we want to make sure it really takes, right? We'll have to go for quite some more rounds if you really want to end up pregnant. But don't you worry, love. I'll breed you properly.” 

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[ OCT 24 ] HEAT | gorou

pairing: gorou x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, slight omegaverse?? like v slight, breeding, service top!gorou, you play with gorou’s ears a lot lol, knotting, gorou in heat

notes: i had this idea after THAT audio clip was released

“i never knew your ears were so sensitive, general.” gorou wanted to despise the bright, curious little glint in your eyes as your fingers continued to ravish his flushed ears. he could hardly protest, partially because he didn’t want to, but also because every attempt at one he made was in vain as it melted into an obscene cry.

“please forgive me for prodding so openly. i know i’m not one to get distracted but…” it was ironic how you couldn’t even muster the rest of your thought, utterly indulging in gorou’s lewd responses.

kazuha was right. i need to help him.

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iii. to the enduring emperor: pity, pity... | yan zhongli x reader

part i: glory, glory! | part ii: mercy, mercy. | part iii: pity, pity...

content warning: yandere behaviour, unhealthy relationship, unequal power dynamic. reader discretion is advised.

notes: heavy hints of guizhong x reader and zhongli x guizhong. good things come in threes, after all, and i'm always soft for a triangle. finally, all the bird imagery tie back together. part iv will probably swing back into the present, but no promises because sometimes the plot bunnies hold me hostage. feedback and comments very much appreciated!

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Your memory may not be as good as that of Rex Lapis, but you will forever remember this: your Vision, its muted glow a stuttered heartbeat. And all of this, clenched in his hand, awaiting his judgement.

The Archon War ends, and the Lord of Geo ascends to take his seat among the Seven. A close final encounter, close enough to brush upon the borders of even the ever-safe Liyue Harbour. No matter your sovereign’s original plans, you had to take up your sword and fight—shielded under his wings, perhaps, but at least you have played your part.

And after it all, when Morax is called to Celestia, your exhausted body crawls toward Guili Plains. Your first home was here, before the demise of your Lord of Dust. Under the swaying shade of its familiar trees, the croon of songbirds lulls you into a fitful sleep, into dreams of old and melancholic memories.

With a start, your eyes fly open. You wake to the cacophony of birds, peaceful melodies morphed into warning screeches. The flap of wings as they take flight by the dozens, dots disappearing into the horizon. Stray feathers float down, drifting absentmindedly. The dreams slip through your mind, dust through sieve, lost to the void.

But. There is a weight on your forehead. A feeling of suppression. Not unlike the breath that catches in your throat, when your sovereign pins you down with his amber irises.

Strange. You look up toward the heaviness. The glimmer of a clear, teal gem. It is balanced perfectly between your eyebrows. Placed right above the diamond of your third eye.

You pluck it off your face, holding it against the sun. It sparkles, almost blinding you as you peer into its depths. The incandescent light of the Anemo Symbol from its centre greets your scrutiny.

A Vision. An acknowledgement from the Celestial gods.

But the Archon War has just concluded. The dust has already settled long ago. A Vision, but too little, too late.

Celestia has always had a twisted sense of humour. They had already taken so much from you, and now, to grant this? What had you done to earn their favour? Slaughter and kill and watch as others die in your place. That’s all you’ve accomplished in this millennia-long war.

It’s a heavy little thing. You would discard it into the depths of the ocean, never to be seen again… if not for one thing. The only reprieve you find in the sudden appearance of your Vision is its symbol. Its colour. The teal of Anemo—not the yellow of Geo.

Not amber.

The glowing pulse of your Vision sings the truth: you were not his. Not completely.

The adepti have no need for Visions. The inner eye is a sort of vision by itself. A third eyes that roots deep within the soul, it was more than enough to manipulate the elements. After all, the misty clouds already obeyed your every whim. A crook of your fingers, and vapours become docile and obedient, warping and bending to your will.

You were not always an adeptus. But all those years of cultivation in search of immortality… they have not been for nothing. The journey toward becoming an immortal had been long and arduous, but it was worth it.

If only to see the smile on Guizhong’s face.

After all, it is her who finds you first. A little oriole, injured by the wild winds that slammed you into thorny wood, ripping your wings into shreds. You can barely see anything, eyes having been slashed by the sharp branches. So you are left to your fate on the ground, trying to hide your injuries. To show weakness was to invite predators. With every howl of the wind, your little heart flutters in fear.

When a particular strong gust of wind blasts into your injured wings, a weak screech of pain accidentally escapes. You gather your leftover strength, puff your feathers up for a fight, regret so heavy in your breast.

But then. A sudden swirl of dust. You’re scooped up in warm hands. When you begin to struggle against their hold, a soft voice croons in your ears, as melodious as any birdsong. A woman. “Be still, little one. I only seek to help.”

Her voice is mesmerizing. You’ve never heard anything like it. Its notes resonate into your hollow bones. Trust me, it said, and you chirped your agreement. Settled as still as a corpse into her hands. Folded your wings and obeyed. Folded yourself into her keeping. A docile, tamed songbird.

“To have understood me so well,” the voice murmurs, “you’re a clever little thing, aren’t you?”

You meet your other lord soon after, after being carried away by dust. In those days, he was a little less contained. A little less tempered by time and experience. Still rough around the edges when it came to emotions and tact.

The one who first found you cups her hand around you, a soft and gentle force hiding you from view. As she approaches him, she calls out, “Guess what I found in my outing among the glaze lilies, my lovely Morax?”

A long silence. And then finally, the one who calls himself Morax says, “I have a million guesses, but they are just that. I do not know, Guizhong.” Words deep and grating, as if it were stone rumbling. Groundbreaking. It is only your saviour’s—Guizhong’s—firm hold that prevented you from thrashing and pecking.

You did not like his voice. Its low pitch is the sound of a songbird’s nightmare: the gaping earth opening to swallow you whole, feathers and bones and all. No, you did not like his voice—and in particularly trying times, millennia into the future, you still don’t.

Guizhong opens her hand, and you stare blearily into the light. Vision blurred, all you can make out is a tall, shadowy figure leaning closer and closer. And then you see it. Glowing, sunset eyes. Diamond pupils. A heavy, scrutinizing stare. The eyes of a predator, appraising the weakness of its prey.

You burrow deeper into Guizhong’s palms, a warning cry jerked out of your weak lungs. “Shhh,” she says, stroking your head, before scolding, “Do lessen your glare, Morax. The poor thing is so frightened already, and you are not helping.”

“I do not glare,” he states, but backing away from you.

Relief bubbles in your chest from his retreat. Guizhong laughs at his words, pealing bells ringing in your ears. “You do. You just don’t realize it, for you are always glaring.”

“Hm. I will keep your advice in mind.”

“Then I am glad. Now come and help me figure out how to bandage these wings. I’ve never been good at tending to wounds.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “You plan on keeping it?”

“Just until it learns to fly again, Morax.” She shakes her head at his words. Protests quietly, “And it is not so much keeping, as it is sheltering. There is a difference.”

He stares at you long and hard, contemplating Guizhong’s words. You shrink back, and he finally says, “I see.”

Years later, when you are once again suppressed under his gaze, you will wonder if he was telling the truth. If he truly did see.

Under the protection of two gods who complement each other as the sun complements the moon, the Guili Assembly in those years were prosperous and peaceful. And under Guizhong’s—and Morax’s—gentle care, you soon recover your strength. But when it comes time to set you free, when it comes time to leave, you merely stare at Guizhong.

Her words are encouraging. “Go on. I know you have fully recovered. Learning to fly again is not so difficult, for those destined for the skies. And I know you to be cleverer than most of your kind.”

You feel Morax’s gaze more than you see it. It was not so heavy in those days, moderated by Guizhong’s admonition. Not heavy enough to deter you, at least. In fact, there was a burst of fondness in your chest for the man who had wrapped your wings, rough hands so nimble yet cautious in its touch.

So you do not leave. Instead, you take to the air. Wings flap above Morax’s head, and then Guizhong’s head, before folding as you land on her shoulder. You nuzzle your head into the crook of her neck, trilling a song of gratitude. You stare into Morax’s eyes, the first time you felt courageous enough to do so, and it is also the first time you see him soften.

Guizhong smiles in response. “You do not wish to leave, little songbird?”

You hop from one leg to the other. Tilt your head a little in confusion. You let out a cry, quiet and mournful. Did she not want you? Did she have no need for an oriole? No need for your song? It is the only thing you have to offer.

Guizhong chuckles. “Rest your imagination. I did not say anything of the sort. However, while I do not mind your company, you will have to ask Morax too.” She lowers her voice conspiratorially. “We come in a pair, you see. The Guili Assembly is named as such for a reason, after all.”

You consider her proposal. And then you brace yourself. A determined look in your eyes as you take flight toward the stony figure. You do not rest on his shoulder as you do Guizhong. But when you flap your wings in front of him, waiting for a response, Morax raises his hand.

Fingers curl into a makeshift perch, and you land your talons on his flesh, taking care not to dig. Not that it would have mattered to stone. A songbird’s claws would have tickled rather than hurt. “Hello there,” he says carefully, eyes less piercing than you remember from your initial meeting.

You chirp back. His voice is not so grating now. Stone can also sing, you find. Beneath the dissonance, there hides a harmonic hum, waiting to be polished.

His other hand, hesitant and unsure, moves to touch your head. You lean into his gentle caress. “You wish to stay with us?” he asks.

An excited trill.

A careful consideration. Then an answer. His words are simple, but with finality. “Then stay.”

It is the first command you receive. And it will remain in effect for centuries. For millennia. But you did not know it then. You also did not regret it then.

Instead, there is only ecstasy at having received his permission. You dart back into Guizhong’s palms from his fingers, and she laughs at your excitement. “If you are to stay with us,” she says, “then allow me to bestow a gift upon you, songbird.”

“Guizhong,” Morax says sharply, his voice a warning as he crosses his arms. “Know what you are doing, before you do it.”

“I know very well,” she reassures him. “You have praised my wisdom before. Let your faith hold true.”

And then she covers your body with her hands and squeezes. A half-strangled pitch pushed past your beak, and then a strange sensation rushes over you. Initially, it feels like specks that burrow past your feathers and under your skin. But eventually, it morphs into the coolness of the morning dew, the dampness of misty clouds, and you shiver. It keeps pushing through your veins, and you hear it—a sound of sifting particles, as if dust has been kicked up by the wind. Still, though the feeling is enough to freeze blood, you do not resist. Your faith in Guizhong holds true.

Through your perseverance, time stops having meaning. It may have been seconds. It may have been years. Finally, after an eternity, Guizhong lets go, and you—

You can feel everything. The caress of the wind upon your feathers, the precipitating waters upon the grass beneath Guizhong’s feet, the rolling mist high in the mountain air.

“Well!” she marvels, as you shake off the chills. “Seems like it worked, Morax. The clouds are moving because of our little friend here.”

“So they did,” he observes impassively.

“Guizhong, Guizhong,” you cry, wondering what she did. And then snap your beak shut. There are words coming from your lungs.

“How the oriole cries! Prettily, just like the poets say,” she says, eyes mischievous. Morax sighs at her tone. “How do you feel, little songbird? Try using your words.”

“G-“ You shudder at the strangeness of the foreign vibrations, and stutter out an answer. Was your tongue supposed to twist this way? “Go-Good. Wh-What—?” What happened to me? You couldn’t finish the sentence, but Guizhong seemed to know what you meant.

“You were already more conscious than any bird I’ve seen,” she answers with a thoughtful look. “You must have a soul capable of cultivating into an adeptus. So I tried infusing some of my elemental energy into you—and opened your third eye in the process. The feeling in your body is the resulting adeptal energy that’s coursing through you.”

“I wish you were more considerate before making the decision. It could have been dangerous,” Morax mutters, shaking his head in exasperation.

“It worked out in the end, did it not?” Guizhong waves his concerns aside. At your questioning look, she says, “So, little songbird. Let’s see how long it takes for you to become a true adeptus, shall we?”

Not very long, it turns out. You take to the adeptal arts with alarming enthusiasm. To the combats arts with even more zeal. After Primus comes Secunde, your fellow adepti all said of your fighting skills. Morax had personally taught you the art of the blade—though you could never defeat him, no matter what tricks or techniques you pulled. It always ended with his spear at your throat, at your heart, you pinned beneath him. But you hadn’t minded, back then. Had even appreciated his overwhelming victory. This is my master, you had thought with pride. My lord is no-one’s equal.

You think back to those days sometimes, of the better times, before everything collapsed with the coming of the Archon War. Lord Guizhong had been so, so proud to see your human form—the final step in your cultivation toward becoming an adeptus. Beautiful, she had murmured, one hand to her chest, as if dazed. Don’t you think so, Morax? What an accomplishment from our little songbird.

And Morax… He had the same look as Guizhong. Mesmerized. Yes, he murmured. Beautiful.

Fingers at his side twitched, as if holding something back, but you shied away from his gaze by hiding behind Guizhong. Peeled yourself to her side in your new form, the warmth of her body diffusing into your own. The Lord of Dust was… safe. The Lord of Geo was not. You were reminded of when you first met him, his voice the earth rumbling as it swallows a songbird whole.

Even so, after her death, you never shed your human form. Never had the heart to shift hair and flesh back into feathers. You’d considered it, especially when Morax—Rex Lapis, after you swore your loyalty in the contract all adepti are bound to—became so overbearing.

However… Guizhong’s pride. You could not abandon it. Could not bear the thought of more of her pieces, more of her memories lost to wind and time. Guizhong did love the mortals so, after all. So while your external appearance changed from time to time, the inner essence of human flesh remained. It’s a reminder of your duty to the people of Liyue. Of her love.

But oh, sometimes, you wish you could just fly once more. Like right now, as your Lord of Geo glances at the Anemo Vision resting at your hips. The wind that has scattered Guizhong, now represented in your element. A unique sense of humour, you decide. Cruel irony. But then again, Celestia has always been carelessly cruel.

"Glory to Rex Lapis, and may his reign surpass millennia." The familiar greeting falls from your lips, devoid of all cheer.

“A lot has happened since my departure,” he says. A subtle disdain in the curl of his lips. You’re glad to see it—there was a reason the Anemo Vision was placed at your hips. On display for all to see… Especially the Lord of Geo.

“That it was, my lord.” You stare at anything but him. “I hear Cloud Retainer has retreated back into isolation. Perhaps you should pay her a visit. She will become a hermit again, if my lord does not coax her from her abode.”

“That is not what I refer to. You know that.” Stiff annoyance in his normally placid voice. This time, Rex Lapis' gaze does not shift from your Vision. “Celestia has saw fit to grant you their favour too, it seems.”

“Indeed.” Your answer is short. There is nothing to say that he doesn’t already know.

“Anemo,” he says, brows furrowed in concentration. In annoyance. A vein in his forearm pulses, and for a second, you see golden cracks. “I suppose it’s not too strange, for your nature.”

“The winds are crucial for flight, after all,” you agree. “At least, for someone like me. A dragon has no need for the winds, of course, but a bird does. Anemo makes sense. Does Xiao not also possess a Vision like mine?” There were many similarities between you and Xiao—except the Yaksha has not known his sovereign’s possessive gaze. Xiao was so very young, compared to you.

“Anemo… Should Geo not be more suitable? I do not understand this choice. After all, were you not once infused with dust?”

The sharpness in his tone makes you wince. It was underhanded, to bring up old memories like this. He means for you to lose your composure. So you cannot. “Even then, I suppose,” you choke out. "It is up to Celestia, after all."

“An Anemo Vision for a little songbird,” he say flatly. “How fitting, dear friend.”

Your breath hitches, but you refuse to crack. But how you wished to scream. To beat your fists against his unfeeling heart. To weep. “My lord,” you say, voice gone quiet. Firm. “Do not call me that.”

It sounds a command, but you will not apologize. Little songbird. Dear friend. None of these phrases should pass from his lips. They were not his to use.

A long, drawn-out silence, as his eyes linger near your Anemo Vision. “I apologize, beloved subject,” Rex Lapis says finally, a fake innocence in his lilting voice. “May I see it, then? I’d like a brief inspection of this new… development.” He opens his palm, expectant of your cooperation. As much as it could be called cooperation, when it comes coerced. When it is an order. Do it. You must, his eyes say, boring into you.

You hesitate. Something seems wrong. His calmness... but a vision cannot be destroyed, you console yourself. So you surrender it to him, silent and unsure. When he brushes his skin against yours, as you lay the Vision in his palm, the Geo markings wrapped around his arm flicker.

“You had the setting made in Liyue Harbour,” he notes, thumb brushing over the sharp edges of its square shape. A teal gem, inlaid in an octagonal and diamond metal border. As is typical for a Vision of someone from Liyue.

“I did,” you admit.

“A fine craftsmanship.”

“I will pass on your praise, my lord.”

“I would have done it for you, had you but waited for my return. Had you but asked.” His voice is light, but his words accusing.

“I did not wish to bother,” you mutter. As if you would let him set your Vision into a base of his own making—and let him assert his claim even more? No. Only a fool would allow it.

“Hm.” Rex Lapis turns the trinket around, examining it with a careful eye. And then he suddenly asks, “Visions are indestructible, are they not?”

“…Yes, I believe so,” you say, a sinking feeling in your gut. Chills snake up your spine, as if phantom fingers were tracing a path toward your neck. If he was going to do what you think he was… But not even he could succeed at such a thing… Right?

He stares at the Vision, as if he could conquer it with his will alone. The eyes of Morax are the sunset. Amber lit on fire. Diamond pupils glowing. It whispers of unfathomable strength. Incalculable power.

“I wonder…” he whispers, and then, to your horror, your prediction comes true. His arm turns to the darkness of Geo. Scattering geometric veins of gold, snaking around his skin, begin to burn bright as his fingers curl around your Vision and squeezes.

Your heart stops. Everything becomes still. And then the adrenaline floods your veins, and you almost topple from the blood rushing to your temples. Your head throbs. Stop him. You must stop him.

"What are you—" you rush to knock it out of his hand, but rock does not bend, for all your desperate clutching. His fingers remain clenched around your vision, and he does not let go. Your nails scratch at unyielding stone, but nothing, nothing. You had not wanted to believe your own predictions, thinking that there may be some kindness left in him, but to wring mercy from Geo is a futile endeavour. A wail cuts its way out from your throat, the warbling of an oriole as it chokes to death. “Rex Lapis! Morax! My lord, stop it, stop it, please—”

The glow fades away as he relents. Without his Geo powers, you can at last pry his stiff fingers open. A breath held in anticipation, eyes wide-eyed, hoping, hoping. At the centre of his palm lies broken pieces of what used to the metal borders of your Vision. Crushed to dust.

But among it, a teal gem. It remains whole and sparkling, unaware of the dangers it had just weathered. Dizzying relief in your mind as you snatch it away, staggering back and clutching it to your chest. You had no use for it, true, but it is still a part of you. It is a piece that differentiates you from him.

“I apologize, but it seems you will have to set your Vision again,” he says, sounding anything but sorry. It is casual malice instead. Amber eyes hardened into flint. “As recompense, I offer my services. You will find it inferior to none.”

“I know very well, my lord,” you say hollowly. “Thank you for the generous offer.” If you were to find another jeweller instead of letting him do as he wills, who knows the consequences. But still. “Why did you—!” A protest slips out, and you bite your tongue to stifle it. There was no use asking for answers you already have.

"I just wanted to test the claim." His face is expressionless—as if he didn't just try to destroyyour Vision, to crush it into nothingness under Geo. “It held true. A Vision truly is indestructible.”

“Right,” you croak. “Of course it is.”

"…Pity," Morax says mildly, voice so low it’s almost a murmur.

But you hear it. Of course you do—he expected it. Counted on it.

After all, a warning is meant to be heard.

From then on, you wear the Vision in a band around your forearm, for the sole purpose of hiding it within your billowing sleeves. The Anemo Vision sits tight and snug against your skin, out of sight and out of mind. You rarely use it, afraid to remind him of its existence.

You fear the day your lord lays eyes on it again—just as you fear him.

#SOMEONE WALKS IN ON YOU !

;feat. xiao, scaramouche, gorou, + zhongli/afab!reader

;contents. nudity, both suggestive scenes and explicit scenes, protective men heart eyes

a/n. HOPE U ENJOY

all characters presumed to be 18+. minors do not interact.

requests are open!

! XIAO

the cool water felt refreshing on your sweaty, overheated skin. you couldn't help but sigh happily as you felt all the grime vanish after the long, grueling commission you had been on.

"aren't you going to wash up, xiao?" you called to the adeptus who sat on a rock nearby, looking incredibly bored.

"i will later," he mumbled in response, chin resting on his hand.

"but you're so dirty!" you teased, rising to your feet to step back onto the shore.

your boyfriend scoffed, a hint of a smile on his lips as he watched you towel off, "you think i actually worked up a sweat over some hilichurls?"

you giggled, opening your mouth to retort before the rustle of some nearby brush had you freezing, head snapping in the direction just as a man emerged with a fishing pole slung over his shoulder.

in an almost terrifying flash, xiao was in front of you wrapping your nude body in the towel before casting a glare over his shoulder. his body was tense as he held you against his chest, every instinct in his body telling him to protect you.

the man flushed red at the sight and scrambled to leave while throwing apologies along the way.

"stupid mortals," he spat under his breath before releasing you from his hold, "hurry up and get dressed already..."

you hurried to do as you were told, unable to deny the way his actions had made your heart race in your chest.

! SCARAMOUCHE

"turn," while his voice and demeanor is anything but kind and sweet, you could tell by the way his eyes were glued onto every lovely curve of your body that he was enthralled, "does it fit okay?"

"yeah, it's comfortable," you breathe, snapping the straps of your bra before shrugging your shoulders, "i like it!"

"excellent," he breathes, turning to pick up another set he had picked out.

you reached behind you and unclipped the bra, letting it fall down your arms before placing it aside. he turned back to you, meeting your gaze for a split second before removing the new bra from the hanger.

as he stepped up to you, the door flew open, slamming against the wall. you squealed, wide eyed watching the agent stand there panting.

scaramouche, with his ever fast reflexes, wrapped his arm around your chest, shielding your bare breasts from the unwelcome eyes.

"m-my apologies..." the agent whispered, standing up straight at the sight before him.

"close to door," scaramouche's voice was eerily calm and devoid of emotion, making your own anxiety spike, "don't even think about going anywhere."

"y-yes sir," the agent stepped out, shutting the door behind him as he did.

you glanced up at your lover who had his eyes glued to the door. he continued to hold you against him, covering your vulnerable body even from his own view and you let him, leaning into his chest until he decided to let you go.

and you knew that that would be the last mistake that agent would ever make.

! GOROU

after tireless days away from one another, he finally had the chance to have you underneath him again. and although it wasn't the most ideal, you couldn't deny how much you missed being pinned down with your cunt stuffed full of his thick cock.

"m-missed this so much, missed you so much," he whined, face buried in your neck.

"l-love you so much!" you cry, fingers tangling in his unruly hair, making him groan.

neither of you noticed the two swift knocks on the door until it swung open. gorou shot straight up, eyes eyes meeting the equally startled gaze of the subordinate.

"g-general sir....i...." the flustered man clears his throat before his gaze flicks to you.

a growl broke from gorou's chest before he was covering your exposed body with a nearby blanket. intent on hiding your vulnerable body from the unwelcome eyes.

"keep your eyes to yourself! that's an order! now leave!" gorou's voice reverberated around the room, making the man jump before he spat out a hasty 'yes sir'.

the slam of the door signified his exit and gorou slumped against you, ears pinned to his chest.

"do you think it's important? do you need to go?" you ask softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

he shakes his head, meeting your gaze, "this is my leave, i don't have to do anything..."

you were surprised when he slowly started his pace up again but you weren't going to complain when it felt so good knowing you were under your handsome, protective lover.

! ZHONGLI

it wasn't by any means unusual for you to find yourself needy and pawing at your beloved right in the living room of zhongli's house. it wasn't like the man had a plethora of people who privately sought him out when he wasn't at work.

he sat back, hands on your hips for support as you lost yourself on him. his long, fat cock hitting every deliciously pleasurable spot inside you making your brain short-circuit. your pretty body was completely bare as opposed to his fully clothed self, perfect tits cupped in your hands and bouncing freely with your every movement.

you cried his name, head tossed back all while he watched you hump, grinding your clit against him every time. you were leaking, drooling down his cock and making a mess of his pants but he didn't care — this was all for you, he would let you use him until the end of time.

you were so lost in him that you didn't even notice the door opening or the glare zhongli tossed over your shoulder at the intruder. it was cold and cutting, causing the person to freeze where they stood. it was hard to miss you or even pretend like they didn't know what they walked in on.

he tugged you down against his chest to hide your face and breasts from view. his hand cupped around the nape of your neck as you started cum, sobbing and squealing into his chest — completely unaware of the unbridled rage brewing within him as the unwelcome visitor had a firsthand view of you expressing pleasure only he was supposed to see.

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synopsis: aemond targaryen wanted to possess you, claim you as his -- and what the dragon wants, he shall get.

author’s note: heey! this is my first time posting my writing on here.. im a bit nervous, but very excited. i really hope u enjoy reading it. also, pls reblog, comment + leave ur feedback! it’d mean the world to me if u did. thank u so much for taking the time to read & visiting my blog! lots of love. ♡

warnings: minors dni. sexual tension. fingering. teasing. female pronouns. possessive behavior. dark themes. stalking (kind of). aemond makes you have a panic attack over him intentionally. innocent!reader. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.

parings: aemond targaryen x handmaiden reader (f).

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♡࿐ the castle was lively with noble lords and ladies, most of them ignoring you, in favor of socializing with the higher ranks to make alliances between different royal houses. most didn’t even spare you a glance, which you were most thankful for.

the ones who did acknowledge your existence–there were very few–nodded their head in a polite greeting, which you had stopped and curtsied back in respect, muttering a small ‘my lord’ or a ‘my lady’.

which of course–as obviously predicted–filled their massive egos as they walked away with their noses up in the air. of course, no one ever actually bowed to you, you were nothing but a young servant girl, born from a low ranking family.

however, you always preferred to remain unseen, better to be unseen and avoid trouble, than to be seen and cause chaos.

you had just been dismissed, as you finished accompanying queen helaena on her daily walk through the gardens. the queen loved spending time outdoors, and it seemed only right, she was always at peace when she was in nature and the sunshine did her good.

the hallways of the red keep were long as you made your way to the massive library, your footsteps light as air as you walked. the closer you got, the less people there were and you were thankful, never having been too comfortable with tons of people around.

as you continued walking, swiftly turning a corner and heading towards the last flight of stairs that led to the library, you got the sudden feeling as if you were being followed.

naturally, you hurried your footsteps, sneaking a glance behind you and not seeing anyone. nonetheless, you quickly climbed up the stairs, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat. you snapped your neck to the side as you started hearing light footsteps approaching, though you did not see anyone behind you once again, making you think you were crazy.

huffing in frustration, you had just stepped off the last stair, about to round the corner, looking down the hallway and seeing it completely empty. you turned your body slightly around to look back down the staircase, making sure there was nobody actually following you.

thankfully, you saw nobody. perhaps it had just been your mind playing tricks on you, though you couldn’t shake the feeling of a sharp gaze piercing your back. releasing a shaky breath, a bone numbing chill went down your spine, making you wrap your arms around yourself, before you turned back around to finally head towards your destination.

without warning, a pale hand snatched out towards you, wrapping around your waist and pushing you against the nearest secluded wall, causing you to let out a high pitched scream in fear. the hand that grabbed you quickly moved from your waist to cover your mouth, silencing your cries.

you saw a flash of platinum blonde hair from the corner of your eye, causing your wide eyes to look up, seeing none other than prince aemond targaryen, standing casually before you.

the prince stood tall, tilting his head down to look at you with a smirk across his lips. he pressed his body against yours, holding you between the hard stone wall and his lean but well muscled body.

“i’ll remove my hand only if you promise not to scream again,” the prince said, his tone soft but firm.

you nodded your head as best you could, not understanding what was happening.

the prince simply cocked his head sideways, his eye slightly narrowing as he looked over your current frightened state. only a moment passed, the prince letting out a pleased hum as if he saw what he was looking for, before removing his hand from your mouth.

“prince aemond,” you breathed, your body falling limp against the wall behind you.

“lady [name],” the prince purred, looking completely satisfied with himself, like the cat who got the cream.

you swallowed nervously, shifting your feet from side to side, but stopped shortly as you could barely move. “did you need something from me, my prince?”

the prince sighed, amusement slowly spreading across his handsome face. “yes, in fact.. i did. correct me if i’m wrong, but have you been avoiding me, my lady?”

you cursed yourself in your head, before immediately shaking your head no. “of course n-not, my prince. i was just going to visit the library–“

“oh, i am not talking about right this moment, my sweet. i am referring to the past few weeks. every single time i have sought you out, you had the brilliant idea to turn around rather abruptly and scurry away from me as if you were a scared little girl,” he scolded, making you feel incredibly small against him.

the prince paused, watching your face with a sharp eye, before continuing on his rant. “…and let us not forget yesterday,” he seethed, a flash of anger beginning to taint his words. “when you deliberately rushed out of my dear sister’s chambers, without even being dismissed,” he tsked, teasingly. you did not say anything in response, feeling as if you had lost all brain function with the close proximity of the prince.

his clean, but masculine scent surrounded you, causing your mouth to water as you could also smell honey and sweet lemon cakes. his scent completely overwhelmed your senses, making you feel almost dizzy, especially with his handsome face only mere inches away from yours.

when you couldn’t didn’t reply back, the prince raised an eyebrow as if taunting you to try and defend yourself and your most heinous–(according to him)–actions.

“nothing to say, hm?”

you gulped, your lips parting slightly as if to speak, before snapping shut when words did not come out.

what was wrong with you?

“it is highly offensive to not answer your prince when he is addressing you, my lady,” he chastised, as if you were a child misbehaving.

in his point of view, you probably were.

“what? do you not even want to try and defend your most ill-mannered actions? have you not come to the realization that your blatant lack of respect is incredibly unacceptable to me?” he growled, voice rising in anger.

you should’ve known better, waking up the dragon.

“do you not wish for my forgiveness?” he hissed, his words aimed to hurt you.

you flinched as he scolded you like a father would to their child who had done something naughty – unforgivable.

each word he said was direct and targeted towards you, making a small, tortuous whine escape your lips. your cheeks flushed in shame and your head started to spin, you were sure you would die from embarrassment.

“i’m so s-sorry, my prince. of course n-not.. i was just – i was not… no,” you panicked, feeling pathetic and most of all embarrassed from your constant stuttering and shaky voice.

you felt so stupid.

“i swear, i was not trying to be disrespectful towards you, i-i don’t… i did not mean to run away from you, i promise!“ you cried, feeling yourself practically choking on the saliva in your mouth, your fingertips tingling by your sides and your heart was pounding against your ribcage rapidly.

“please, prince aemond.. i never meant any disrespect. i was just.. i was o-only–“ you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp, feeling like your airway was closing. you tried explaining yourself, though everything you were saying sounded like it made little sense and your words were a garbled mess.

hot tears began to pool in your eyes as the prince just watched in shameless amusement as you choked and fumbled over your words, trying to the best of your ability to explain your poor, pathetic self.

graciously, the one-eyed prince showed you mercy.

“alright, alright… shh. you’re alright, little one. i believe you,” the prince cooed, bringing both of his large hands up to cup your flushed face.

the tears that had pooled in your eyes now falling freely, which he had generously brushed away gently with the soft but calloused pads of his thumbs.

“you do?” you cried weakly, feeling your tightened chest begin to relax at his reassuring words.

“mmm,” he hummed lazily, wiping the heated skin of your cheeks lovingly, like he was your lover comforting you after something tragic happened.

“of course, my love. i could never stay truly angry with you,” he confessed, a small smile tugging at his lips as his eye remained looking into your tearful ones.

you felt your wobbly lips turn up into a shy smile, relaxing in the arms of the prince.

you sighed, feeling your limbs relax, thankfully no longer feeling like you were about to pass out from the blood that had rushed to your head in your haste of trying to come up with something to appease him.

gods be good, the last thing you wanted was for him to be upset and angry at you.

“thank you, prince aemond… you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say that,” you confessed, locking your eyes with his, though you felt an uncomfortable shiver pass through you, seeing the twinkle of mischief in the prince’s eye.

“…of course, there is still the issue that you purposely avoided me,” he said, watching you with a narrowed eye, irritation bubbling underneath the surface of his heated skin, remembering the many times you had practically ran away from him.

it was almost adorable, thinking you could outrun a dragon.

the gods were surely mocking you now, as he had finally seized you in his fiery grasp, not intending on ever letting you go.

prince aemond watched you try and press your back further into the wall, wanting the castle wall to swallow you whole so that you could disappear from him.

it was like he could read your every thought, all you wanted to do was hide from him.

you did not answer him to confirm his accusation against you, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right – even though you both knew he was.

a brief pause, you felt yourself stop breathing completely, holding your breath and waiting for his next words. you were terrified, who wouldn’t be?

“although.. perhaps i shall be merciful towards you, my sweet,” he breathed, bringing his hands down to your waist and gripping your sides tightly to the point it almost hurt.

aemond carefully watched your face to see if you would be brave enough to push him away, before he shook his head and chuckled lightly to himself, watching you bite down on your bottom lip nervously.

suddenly, the prince spoke out loud to himself rather than to you. “mmm… i wonder,” he murmured, suddenly playful as he let one of his hands travel further down, grabbing the skirt of your dress in his hand, bunching it together and tugging it up until both of your bare legs were exposed to him.

letting go of your waist with his other hand, he reached a large hand underneath your dress, placing the warm palm of his hand directly over your clothed cunt.

you let out a surprised gasp, eyes big and innocent and looking up to see his face that looked rightfully pleased, feeling your cunt soaking through your undergarments.

the prince cupped your cunt fully, pressing his palm up against your clit to apply pressure. “mm, prince aemond…”you mewled, trailing off as you felt the most pleasurable sensation start to swarm in your lower belly.

“oh,” you gasped wantonly, looking up at the prince in desperation.

what was happening to you?!

“indeed,” the prince smirked, leaning his head down to nuzzle his nose into your hair, sighing in content at being so close to you.

finally, he thought.

he inhaled your sweet scent for a moment, pressing a kiss against the side of your head, before moving his head back when he felt an uncontrollable yearning sensation spread throughout his body.

with his eye trained back on you, the hand that was cupping your cunt did not move, simply holding you in his possession and making you feel as if you were slowly losing your mind at the pressure he held against your sensitive clit.

nobody had ever touched you there, you were a maiden – a virgin, pure of heart and of mind and body.

“m-my prince..” you stuttered, your voice coming out small and uncertain.

suddenly, you felt prince aemond’s fingers swiftly move your undergarments to the side, pressing two fingers against your clit, rubbing it softly as if you’d break.

you didn’t doubt it.

you immediately cried out, your legs shaking and head buzzing at the new sensation. you had never felt such pleasure, it was beyond your imagination. you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t even remember reaching up with both hands and grasping at the prince’s shoulders.

when exactly had you done that?

feeling embarrassed, you let your fluttering eyes fall down to prince aemond’s clothed chest, though you could still feel his piercing eye watching your flushed face.

you didn’t know of course, but the one-eyed prince loved to watch you in secret.

it was one of his favorite hobbies, filling him with mirth as he would watch you fret over his sister, following after her to keep her company. although, you did not just serve her, you were now also a close friend to queen helaena.

you were young and sweet as honey, acting just as curious as his sister was with insects, though he knew you found genuine interest in different flowers and plants, just as well as books. you’d only been working at the castle for a few months, helping out in the kitchens.

it was only a few weeks ago that you’d began serving as a handmaiden to his sister, that was when he had truly taken notice to you.

you were so beautiful.

there were also many times where he’d deliberately put himself in your eye line, watching you with an amused smirk curling across his lips as he watched you stumble a multitude of times, once you eventually noticed him.

the prince would watch you for an uncomfortable amount of time, before you’d quickly turn around and scurry away from him, flustered and your belly always swarming with butterflies and something else.

his eye would always flash with hunger every time he saw you walking the halls of the red keep, wanting to claim you as his.

there was one time just a few days ago, when he’d gone to visit his sister unexpectedly, making your eyes widen at the sight of him entering his sister’s chambers unannounced, instantly shrinking away from him.

you had not uttered a single word the entire time he was there, simply humming in acknowledgment as the queen would ask your opinion on something, trying to make you join in on the conversation she was having with her brother.

occasionally, you would mutter something underneath your breath, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you tried to keep your focus on doing his sister’s hair, though by his close proximity, he could see your shaking hands.

not once did aemond take his eye off of you the entire time he had been there, making your skin crawl with nervousness.

gods, you were so perfect. so, so perfect. you would be his, he would make sure of it. he would have you all to himself, he had to – lest he go insane.

suddenly, the prince had slipped a single long finger inside your dripping cunt, pumping his finger in and out a few times experimentally, before shoving it back inside and curling it inside of you, feeling the silky walls of your heat clamp down around his finger.

you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible, but you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped you. you looked back up at the prince pleadingly, your eyebrows furrowed and sweat was beginning to form at the back of your neck from the constant pleasure he was giving you.

aemond let out a soft hum, his eye filled with lust and possessiveness, before he eventually leaned down and captured your lips with his in a earth shattering kiss.

you moaned helplessly into his mouth, kissing him back with a burning desire that began to consume you both, feeling his warm tongue snake out and brush over your lower lip, begging for entrance.

your lips parted on their own accord, feeling the prince’s tongue slip into your needy mouth, tasting you.

aemond let out a deep groan of satisfaction, tasting how sweet you tasted, like different kinds of berries. he ran his tongue over the roof of your mouth, feeling your tongue slowly brush up shyly against his, as if asking for his permission.

of course, the prince denied you and bit down on your lower lip in punishment, causing you to let out a pained wail in displeasure.

you whined with need, pressing your hips down against his hand, begging for more, more, more.

you’d take whatever the prince wanted to give you, everything and anything – it was all yours, all you need to do was ask him and aemond would burn cities to ground to see you happy.

aemond quickly slipped in a second deft finger, pumping them both with vigor. the wet sounds your cunt made were loud and lewd, though you paid it little mind.

instantaneously, the prince dragged his lips down to your jaw, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin there.

you dropped your head down, pressing your face into the warmth of the prince’s chest as your body trembled against his. then, you felt his thumb brush over your sensitive clit once more, beginning to rub the little nub in tight circles, causing you to squeal in endless pleasure.

“oh, ohhh – please, don’t stop prince aemond…!” you sobbed, feeling yourself begin to hyperventilate and something inside your belly was starting to tighten almost uncomfortably, making you squirm wildly against him.

aemond chuckled, kissing the top of your head and bringing up the hand that was holding your dress up to your hair, burying his fingers into the soft locks, caressing the back of your head lovingly.

“let go for me, little one. go on, give it to me.”

your small hands that were grasping the prince’s shoulders squeezed rather harshly, and if you were in your right state of mind you would’ve apologized profusely, but right now… you could not even forge a coherent thought.

“please, please – i need.. i need to–“ you choked, suddenly feeling the band that was tightening in your belly snap, an overwhelming feeling of immense pleasure swarming over you, suffocating you.

your breathing was erratic, your head spinning and your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your body be consumed by euphoria.

it was maddening.

“that’s it, my love,” aemond purred from above you, gently stroking the back of your head tenderly, continuing the assault of his skilled fingers.

aemond pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt slowly now, while leisurely rubbing lazy circles into your clit as he felt you come in the palm of his hand, your pleasurable cries like music to his ears.

aemond hummed, “you’re mine now, do you understand? mine – you belong to me.”

you let out pathetic whines, leaning your full weight against the prince uncaringly.

you were too wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving you to really notice.

a few seconds later, you began feeling overstimulated, a displeased sound escaping you, before you pulled your head back and leaned it against the hard stone wall tiredly.

the prince’s fingers continuously fingered you through your high, and the way his thumb pressed into your pulsing clit sent electric shocks throughout your body, causing you to tense up once again.

looking up, you caught the eye of the devilishly handsome prince that towered over you, making you feel small compared to him.

charmingly, he smiled.

of course, the feeling of the stone wall made you frown in annoyance, feeling uncomfortable without the prince’s soft touch in your hair, caressing you. you dropped one of your hands from the prince’s shoulder, grabbing hold of his wrist that was buried under the layers of your maid’s dress.

aemond immediately paused the movements of his hand, though he kept his fingers buried deep inside of you, raising an eyebrow in question.

you sucked in a deep breath, trying to gather as much courage as you possibly could, but bracing yourself for the worse.

finally, you spoke. “…i will not be your whore, prince aemond,” you said, trying to make your voice as even and as firm as possible. however, you could hear your voice shake slightly at the end, cursing yourself for your bashfulness.

a minute of silence passed, the prince’s face completely blank of any emotion, giving you nothing as your eyes glanced over his face back and forth, silently begging to know what he was thinking.

then, out of nowhere, he laughed loudly. the sound almost pleasing to your ears as it echoed off the walls, just as your moans from earlier had.

your eyes went wide in disbelief, wondering if he was laughing at you. you surely hoped not, you’d be terribly disappointed.

as the prince’s laughter slowly died down, he observed you for a moment silently, before his lips curled up into a wicked smile, “no, you will not be my whore,” he hissed crudely, his eye narrowing at you and the blood in his veins bubbling with fire as he looked down at you intensely.

you tried swallowing, but your mouth appeared dry, waiting for his words. without warning, the prince leaned down once again and crashed his lips against yours, claiming you and causing you to release a pleased sound.

the prince wanted you to be his, truly his.

you couldn’t help the fluttering feeling in your chest, as well as the nervous butterflies swarming in your belly at the thought that maybe… just maybe, the prince would give you what you both desired more than anything – each other.

the prince’s lips met yours in a needy, frenzied kiss, wanting to possess all of you.

you were his, he had to make you see that now.

aemond pulled away from you abruptly, watching as you chased after his lips, causing him to smirk. he shook his head, “no,” he repeated, his voice deep and his eye dark as he looked down at your pretty, blissed out face.

mine, he thought.

“you will not be my whore, my sweet. you will be my wife.”

fin

Think of Me | Yan!Venti x Reader x Yan!Diluc Opera AU

Summary: Master Diluc, the infamous composer, has been the Opera's greatest star for years now, being a favorite among the elite, as well as your devoted teacher. Nevertheless, Venti's growing popularity among the masses garners your attention.

Credits: This series is heavily inspired by Andrew Lloyd Webber’s “Phantom of the Opera”, as well as Bernard Rose’s “The Devil’s Violinist”. This short fic is part of the Opera AU series. Warnings: General Dark and Yandere themes, implied stalking

“She may not remember me, but I remember her” ― "The Phantom of the Opera".

You had heard about the joyful bard that enraptured the public's attention. Known to play in the lesser of stages, as some would call them: places such as taverns, bars, and busy streets. He seemed to dislike and criticize the pretentiousness that surrounded the Opera you worked in, to the point of refusing to lend any of his compositions to be adapted to the greatest stage of all.

You met him while running your usual errands outside the Opera, a few weeks after your debut, joining the multitude comprised of people of all standings who gathered around the small plaza to listen to him play the lyre and, just like them, became instantly fascinated by his whimsical style.

He dressed... extravagantly. His clothes were mismatched and had patches from different materials, which you found endearing and sort of charming. The only thing of value he seemed to carry was his lyre and the small hat that sat on the floor to collect tips, which was filled to the brim.

After apparently recognizing you, the mysterious bard asked you to join him for a very popular love song, the type that your Maestro would think of as too mundane and corny, making you hesitate for a minute before you ended up agreeing after some pressure in the guise of encouragement from the audience.

To your surprise, never in your entire career had you had that much fun singing. His music reflected in many ways the nature you had long before Master Diluc discovered you. It had a lively, effervescent joyfulness to it. It had no need for perfection, nor the dark exigency that you had become used to with Master Diluc's complicated pieces. Its simplicity felt right and freeing, and it brought you to happier times when you practiced for the choir try-outs as a child. The melody felt like a memory, which in turn felt like home.

His gaze rested on you for the entire performance, with a strange understanding, as if he knew you from a time past and this was the culmination of a long-awaited reunion. The same type of longing look a foreigner makes after hearing someone speak the same language as them.

The melodious last note is mixed with the loud cheer from the audience, which had doubled during the song. You raise your hand over your lips as you let a small giggle escape them, slightly surprised and amused by how you'd lost yourself in the performance.

Seeking the gaze of the bard, you are, for a moment, slightly taken aback.

By what, exactly? It was hard to pin down, as his eyes had an eerie and slightly unsettling quality of grim delight, of somber joyfulness…if such words could ever be used to describe the same thing. But it gave you the feeling that, despite the triviality of this moment, something had occurred.

The cheering stops abruptly, promptly followed by startled gasps that draw your attention. The audience in front of you begins to divide into a clear line, and your heart stops at the sight of your Maestro. Your smile died down instantly.

In unconscious response to the coldness of Master Diluc's gaze, you lower your eyelids and bow your head, surveying his dark profile in secret from beneath your lashes. Silence reigned, as fascination settled in among the crowd. He had a certain quality that created a conception of him as a being with a superior understanding of everything beautiful and solemn, the one and only authority when it came to music. You yourself were tightly enmeshed by it and felt in debt to your beloved Maestro, who had miraculously condescended to favor you over the rest.

The air condensed as he approached, his slow steps matching the slow thick strokes of your heartbeat. People started to feel the awkward tension, but the young bard stood unbothered by him, a charming smile illuminating his face. They exchanged some common courtesies, and even vaguer compliments, but you could barely pay any attention to them.

Your whole perception of your surroundings was hazy at best, barely making up something along the lines of: "Maestro Diluc! I borrowed your little songbird for a tune, I'm sure you don't mind" and "You heard about me, Sir? I'm flattered!", which sounded... almost like mocking, but Master Diluc tilted his head anyways, which seemed to lift the tension for a moment.

After a short indication, you wrap your arm around his, ready to leave the small, sunny plaza for his somber candlelit kingdom. Just before you start walking, the bard gently takes your hand, raising it up to his lips.

"It truly was my pleasure, Miss."

You feel Master Diluc's arm tense immediately but says nothing as you thank your previous music partner with a small bow. As both of you turn your backs to the bard, you see him reach into his pocket and pull out a single bill, which he drops into the bard's tipping hat, skidding over the coins to the dirty floor.

"Is it true? Are you absolutely sure?"

"I saw it with my own eyes! They brought the music sheet to the Director's office, but I think it appeared in her dressing room first, signed "Venti the bard" and all. Apparently, he wants no other singer, that's his sole condition."

"I thought he didn't like Opera Houses"

"Well, something must've changed his mind."