𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗠 !

you can't tell me that venti doesn't LOVE putting his hands all over the object of his affection. he blames you, really - how can he not touch you when your body is so soft? his fingers look so pretty when they sink into your flesh to squeeze it with reverence, his cheeks flushing at the thought of how his fingers would look dug into either side of your hips.

[ he's relentless from the moment he first lays eyes on you. he sings you a tune, makes you smile, places his hand over yours as you're sat in the night air... and when he offers to walk you home, he'll make an excuse to lay against your arm, letting his eyes drift to your chest. he's tipsy, and you're so soft... he's already addicted.

days later, and it's like the bard is practically attached to your side. ]

venti is shameless about his desire for you in public. he'll squeeze your ass when you bend over, giggling when you whine that someone might see you. when he's tipsy, it's even worse - he'll mouth open kisses against your neck whilst his hands roam your chest, sighing about how soft you are.

(you were haunted by the sound of diluc awkwardly clearing his throat and suggesting venti had one too many when the bard had nearly mounted you after hugging you from behind one evening.)

you know that barbatos doesn't answer every prayer, but you do wonder what it means when your prayers are answered by a breeze that feels a little too deliberate in the way it dances across your skin.

it reminds you of how venti runs his fingers across your body. how curious.

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 !

˖˚˳⊹ their favorite sex position feat ayato : itto : kaeya : xiao : diluc : zhongli : childe : scaramouche : dainsleif x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

standing up with ayato while he fucks you against a mirror, but you have to understand him! he's always so busy, even he needs some release every now and then. Good for him you're always by his side, completely unraveling against his touch whenever he wanted you to. "Open up a bit more, c'mon now." he whispered against your ear, gazing up at the mirror as he watched your facial expression knock to the other side, hiding your embarrassment that was written all over your cheeks. Though you obliged to his request, spreading your legs further as he seemed to approve, his voice low, barely a whisper as he continued to hum into your ear. Your whines set fire to his groin as the wave of pleasure hit your cunt so dearly, clamping down on his heavy cock which was dragging violently against your abused walls.

against the wall with itto because he's always searching for a new opportunity to show you just how strong he truly is, his shirt sweaty and stretched tightly over his body while his biceps flexed, the roped muscles of his forearms rippled while he was thrusting upwards your sloppy cunt. "you're mine mine mine." he'll chant groaning in between thrusts, feeling how you grabbed onto his upper arms with your small hands, nails digging and leaving crescent shaped marks all over it while you hid your face in the nook of his neck. Your eyes shutting tight at the stretch his cock would inflict on you while it dragged against your velvety walls heavenly, speed higher at every moan bubbling over your lips, biting down on the tender skin as he fucked you harder until white blurred your own vision completely, making you see stars.

69 with kaeya because even though you‘re on top of him, he‘s still controlling every part of your body. If you even dare to tease him a little bit, he‘ll make sure to properly punish you afterwards. Don‘t think he‘ll ever beg, it‘s beneath him and not his style, though when you still decide to toy with his heavy balls, touching his angry cock with light brushes, he‘s going to lose it. "Fuck, just- do it already." he snarls at you, combined with a whine that sounded unreal, arching his back when you drop it past your lips, not stopping until you feel it bob against your throat. "Please." his voice, barely hearable but you could feel the desperation in it. The whining that came out of his mouth was making you see white. A small chuckle escaped you as the vibration of it went all over his gut. For a second kaeya doesn‘t move, exhaling trough his teeth when he decided to play the game better than you, dipping his face into your sobbing cunt, flicking his tongue over your puffy clit because he craves the dominance you tried to take off of him a second ago.

straddling with xiao because it‘s exactly how he wants it, you‘re so close with your arms around his head while he can suck on your nipples without a care in the world. Not to mention he can guide you up and down his cock, controlling the pace as he pleases. He‘ll put the mounds of flesh into his mouth, licking and lapping all around your bud while handling the other tit sensually. He‘s so in love with your boobs, it’s not even licking anymore, he’s slurping to his hearts content, rolling his tongue around the bud like a madman while you‘re riding him, chasing your climax like it‘s the only thing that mattered in this world. And once you reach over to bring your hands into his hair, tugging on his scalp, hard, xiao‘ll completely lose it. He’ll groan out through clenched teeth, letting go of your tit with a lewd pop as he dropped his hands into the flesh of your hips, slamming you back hard onto his cock until you're whining for release.

spooning with diluc in the morning is probably your favorite way of starting the day. He'd watch your body sleep peacefully next to him, small breathing and fine drawn twitches as you continued to slumber deeply. Though once you can feel him press himself against your ass, eyes fluttering open and whining out his name all tiredly, diluc certainly got more than a little hard by those tiny gestures that you'd make whenever he would wake you up, and archons how much he hated himself right now. The last thing he would want is to wake you from your sleep but he just had to have you right now, he couldn't go another minute without burying himself deep inside your cunt, it was just painful around his groin. He'll continue to rut against your clothed pussy before hiking his fingers around your waistband, slowly pulling down your underwear as you reached over to stroke him lazily. He helped you line himself up with your hole, feeling your cunt sucking him in the second he pushed himself into you as you laid back to rest your head against his shoulder. <3

mating press with zhongli because he loves breeding you <3. He will literally lose all his self composure and senses whenever he thinks about it. It's like turning to a complete different being whenever you let him paint your walls with white spurts of cum. And zhongli will never keep his eyes away from your sobbing cunt, not when his juices are spilling from your hole, pussy fluttering around nothing while he continued to fuck the cum right back into you. Normally he'd always have to go slow when sliding into your cunt, but because of you being filled with his seed to the brim, sinking inside of you is easily done without any problems. "you're so obedient." he'll coo, his chest rising and falling once he thinks about a future with you, swollen belly and it's all because of his seed. Spreading you open even more to see his cum flow from your hole around his cock and connecting the both of you even after he pulled out, will certainly drive him completely over the edge.

having you in a chokehold with childe because he doesn‘t really care how he‘s fucking you, all he cares about is how good his hand looks while choking you hard, feeling the way you desperately hiccup whenever he ruts into you. The sharp tone in his voice clinging through his teeth could tell you just how fucking needy he was for you already. And those whines you'd try to get out while he's choking you is music to his ears, you're so adorable in his eyes. He's impatient, pulling you closer to his body before he went to place one of his hands back on your neck, teasingly squeezing against your flesh as you rolled your eyes back in ecstasy. The heat in between your legs was almost unbearable to you, radiating through your body until you felt it in your bones, "archons, you're so sexy." he'll blurt out while sensually swiping his thumb over your abused lips, "come on now, don't give up on me yet, 'kay?"

doggy style with scaramouche because he'll always find a way to degrade you somehow, he needs to be in control and wouldn't want to give it away at any time, basically holding onto every single straw of control he could get. His thoughts haunted him for hundreds of years now, tainted with images and blood he wished he could shake off, though impossible in doing so. The only release he could get, the only way of him running away from his thoughts was whenever he was with you. He wouldn't be nice though, scaramouche doesn't know how that worked or how he should behave normally. Pushing you harder against the mattress while he pumps himself inside of you, bodies melting and sticking together from all the liquids pouring out of you but archons, you were so vulnerable in front of him. Marks visible to his possessive eyes while he continued to thrust sloppily into your messy hole while kneading the mounds of flesh on your ass.

reverse cowgirl with dainsleif because it‘s all in front of him, really. Your ass dropping down his cock and soaking his legs with your slick, he was so unbelievably sensitive and throbbing against your walls. "fuck- 'm gonna cum." he uttered while grabbing the flesh of your ass, trying to slow you down somehow but you wanted to make dainsleif cum so badly, he was always so good to you! the faster you‘d go, the more he would clench his teeth together just to hold out a little longer, arching his back only to gulp out harshly, adams apple throbbing against his throat in response. Though once he starts to wince and whine that he‘s going to release any given moment, you can‘t help it but clench around him even more, rolling your hips harder and those lewd noises, archons, skin slapping and dainsleif crying out screaming with his newly found aching voice which sounded so fucking erotic in your ear.

(heizou : kazuha : albedo version)

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Kinktober 01 - Kazuha + orgasm denial (afab reader)

Tw: pussy slapping, sex after break up, kazuha is still obsessed with reader

The way your body betrays you with just a simple touch from him is insulting.

You can't meet his eyes in embarrassment when he rips open your shirt. And, you loathe the way you can't keep your moans at bay when he starts playing with your tits using his tongue.

"Hurry," you plead, and he awards you a sharp bite in return which makes you flinch.

"Patience." Comes his calm reply. "or is it 'cause you are dying to feel my cock?"

Silence.

It makes you sick to the stomach that you still want him despite breaking up with him last week.

It was easy for him to coax you into his bed when you came over to his place to get your stuff.

It was easy for you to fall right into his arms.

You missed him so much yet this feels so wrong.

"We shouldn't b-be doing this." You sob into his neck, your body trembling as he continues pleasuring you.

He brings a hand to caress your head affectionately while his other hand is occupied with playing with your body.

You are seated on his lap and you can tell he's hard. Yet the expression on his face is unchanging. He simply watches your face contort in pleasure as he fingers you.

A lazy flick on your clit got you trembling in his arms. You can taste your sweet release, you are so close to coming undone and then suddenly it's gone.

"W-why?" You indignantly question him. You feel like crying when he smirks at your ruined face.

You are tempting. his eyes flicker to your trembling lips and wet eyes that are begging him to do something.

"What do you need me to do, baby? Tell me."

He watches your face turn shameful. When you don't answer him, he cups your tits, pinching your nipples meanly.

"You want me to touch you here?"

Letting go of your poor breasts, he lands a harsh slap right on your pussy making you sob, before slipping his fingers inside.

"You want me here, hmm? You gotta tell me."

You feel him grinding his dick against your ass. He smirks when you twitch in anticipation.

"Or.... you want my cock?" Comes his filthy suggestion.

You were reduced to tears by the time he puts his cock inside you.

Licking his lips, he watches your hips raise up to meet his thrusts. The wet sounds your pussy makes got his head spinning.

He can tell you are close by the way your hips shake and your breath hitch. And then he stops. Once again, depriving you of your sweet release.

"Nononononono... 'zuha please." This has to be a joke. Kazuha was never mean to you in bed.

"Maybe, i should keep you like this, forever." He mumbles, his eyes half lidded. "Always needing my touch and make you beg for it"

He wipes your tears with his thumb carefully. Ignoring the little punches on his chest, he presses a kiss on your forehead.

"Maybe then you won't leave me again."

Taglist: @stygianoir

I think u were sent by the heavens BECAUSE THE HICKEYS/NECK KISSES ONE WAS TOP TIER?? (mwah 😩👌) I WAS PRACTICALLY DYING WHILE READING THEM, CAN U PLEASE DO KAZUHA AND SCARAMOUCHE I WOULD LITTERALLY BUILD A SHRINE FOR YOU 🧎🧎

part one (albedo, thoma, xiao)

authors note ⊱ sorry this took me so long ive had this in my drafts for months (crying)

characters ⊱ kazuha, scaramouche

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ themes of smut, mdni / view discretion advised

kazuha

he thinks neck kisses are sweet, romantic, intimate; all three being things he enjoys. and it also leaves him a little heated, itching with desire

the moment your mouth is over his throat he’s letting out an airy giggle, finding your lips ticklish. he always eagerly tilts his chin up, offering his neck over like it’s nothing, even though it truly isn’t; it’s a very vulnerable place, but perhaps that is why he gives it so easily

but it isn’t long before he gets a little noisy, breathy sighs turning into soft “ah”s, shivering with every wet noise, shaking with every suck

he sometimes bites his lip, but his entire face will always flush a rosy red

and this is certainly one way to get him riled up, but he isn’t really much of a pillow princess unless you order him to be

the moment you start displaying actions like this, he’s seeking you out, too, eager for more, wanting to touch

he’ll brush hair behind your face, cradle your head as you sink your teeth and he gasps, or whine as you press a leg between his thighs

but the best part is when he can find an opening to do the same, bringing one of your arms to his mouth, kissing sensually at your wrist, turning the tables until it’s your throat against his lips

he loves, loves, loves being marked, and is not embarrassed about them

he will be a little shy and blush, but he’s not ashamed of them at all. if anything, he looks a little pleased someone noticed, given he’s pretty proud of you and your relationship with him

scaramouche

the thing about scaramouche + neck kisses is that usually it = biting

and he’s the one biting you most of the time, if you allow it

don’t get it all wrong; it can just as easily be affectionate as it can be erotic. he has a habit of nipping idly at your fingertips and then sucking them, staring up at you through strands of soft hair and pretty lashes, eyes sometimes set into a piercing glare

it’s almost like a ‘stimming’ action: he wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder just to feel it, or to bite up the length of your throat just to fixate on the suction of your skin in his mouth or the marks that he can taste along his tongue; memorizing how it feels, almost desperate

neck kisses on their own, towards him, though: well, he wants to be bitten back

you have to be rough with him. this isn’t some pretty little fairytale where you can make him melt with just an affectionate peck to the throat. no, no. it has to be sensual. you have to work for it.

if you want to leave him gasping and shuddering into you, grasping for you with his fingernails, leaving scratches along your arms, then you have to kiss and suck and bite like he’s your last meal, like you’re trying to seduce him, or else all you’re getting is a blank face and a shrug; he doesn’t respond otherwise

he’s not the type that just will get kissed and then, boom, you have him melting over your lap. 

it needs a little more: he needs the depth of the interaction, he needs teeth and he needs tongue, he needs you to suck his skin like you mean it, like you’re trying to eat him alive, in a way that is nearly romantic, and painfully intimate, but in a way that hurts (which is what he wants)

talk dirty to him, rough by his ear, and it adds onto it

mouth at his collarbone with the intensity of someone eating him out, and he’s shaking; dig into his throat, and he’s rocking his hips into yours with a grunted growl between his teeth

and if you’re not leaving hickeys, what’s the point? he wants you to go all in or don’t go for it at all

no one really notices when he has any, since he wears sleeveless turtlenecks, which covers the general hotspots; if anyone did notice, though, he gets unexpectedly angry and grumpy and embarrassed, all at once

Living for the doll au. Do you think having a Diluc and a Kayea doll at the same time would cause problems?

tw - possessive behavior, isolation, and slight codependency.

well... they might be a little hostile, at first. just for the sake of holding up appearances, i mean.

it's sorta difficult to say, just because Kaeya models are so rare and Diluc is known to be standoffish to other androids at best, openly hostile at worst. unlike some combinations (*cough* Ayato and Yae *cough*), they probably aren't going to tear each other apart, but they might bicker, make a few snide comments about a pre-programmed backstory neither seems inclined to let you in on, compete to see who can make you cum faster or moan louder whenever you find yourself pinned between them. Kaeya, especially, likes to make a show of being affectionate with you, of kissing you until you're panting into his mouth and all Diluc can do is glare, but Diluc has a petty side too - prone to bending you over as soon as you send Kaeya out for something and letting his artificial-rival come back to the sight of you cumming on his cock, even if he always says it's just convenient timing. They're both awful, willing to argue about anything from what they're going to make for dinner to who actually broke the coffee-maker, but they're not out for blood, and you can there's some kind of fondness there, if only by the way they seem to pout whenever one of them's powered down when the other isn't. they're a good pair, even if they don't want to admit it.

and, of course, they do agree on some topics, even if they do it behind your back. they agree that humans are delicate, easily bruised and quickly broken, and they're both aware that they don't like that you're gone all day, that you're too tired to pay any attention to them when you come back. they both know that they can do little things to keep you nearby, even if their safeguards limit them to hiding your keys and shoving their fingers in your mouth whenever you try to say you don't have time to play with them, and they both know that it'd be very, very bad if you ever lost interest in them, if you ever moved onto another pair of androids. Diluc tries to be more self-righteous about it, to justify his paranoia with platitudes about safety and servitude, but Kaeya's always been more honest with himself, even if there is a certain about of over-explaining he has to do to get about his programming. they can both agree they want you nearby, though, that they want to keep you close.

they can both agree that they'd rather keep you to themselves, even if they're willing to cooperate to do it.

genshin men and their red flags in relationships . ( gn! reader . )

●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○ fear not, dearest . for some dream of mortals are sunrise stained and spring warmth flavored, others find no purer solace than the serene melody of an everlasting winter blizzard. you are the bearer of the stars - the one ruler of thy fate .

characters : kaedehara kazuha , diluc ragnvindr , xiao , albedo , venti , tartaglia , scaramouche , kaeya alberich .

genre / warning : angst / view on red flags . mentions of controlling/manipulative behavior , yandere tendencies / traits mentioned .

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[ conflict avoidant personality ] - kazuha is a true pacifist- too much so. respectful is he, his love like the first snow, beautiful, gentle and graceful. everything would seem perfect for a seemingly long time until one day he starts avoiding you. no matter how hard you try, you couldn't fit within his reach. in reality, he had been avoiding every bit of negativity in your relationship under any cost to preserve the peace, hoping day and night for the problem to solve itself. each time he felt his space being disrupted, every single small discomfort or dissatisfaction he felt in the relationship because of you, kazuha was afraid to offend you and break your bond, so he had endured with a polite smile and a kiss on your cheek. but the limit has come in the end. whilst you were dancing, basking in the beautiful wonderland of the love he built for you all along, he found no energy to pretend anymore. even until the end, he couldn't tell you his boundaries, you didn't find out what you could've done better. really, like the scarlet leaves pursuing wild waves, he was gone. no matter how hard you ran, you couldn't reach his soul anymore. maybe if you'd noticed his strained smile, maybe if you tried harder to read between the lines... you would never know now, would you ?

[ possessiveness ] - diluc is a wounded, but gentle soul. life has turned for the worse too quick for the young lad, having lost so, so much for someone his age. because of that, he was guarded. once upon a time you were outside of his stone cold walls too, knocking gently for him to trust you, to return your everlasting warm love. and trust you, he did. your love was like a burning fire, passionate and endearing. everything diluc wanted, you were the embodiment, his dear loving angel. he loved you, so so much to the point he would feel fear and anxiety pumping in his veins all the time. are they hurt? are they feeling comfortable right now? are they hungry, feeling sad or lonely? every part of you, he wants to protect with each piece of his own soul. anything you needed him for, anything you desired, he was willing to tear himself down limb by limb if necessary. diluc fell deeper in love with you each passing moment, and with his suffocating love grew his possessiveness. of course that guy was flirting with you, stay away from him. of course she didn't mean well giving you that suspicious flower, didn't you look at her mocking gaze while she offered it to you? it might be harmful. turn to me. rely on me. use me. need me. i'm all yours, all you'll ever need. i'll protect you darling, i love you so.

[ overprotectiveness ] - xiao isn't well versed in mortals, relationships or anything of the sort. he warned you, pushed you away, avoided you, even almost threatened you (with no ill intent) countless times in fear of harming both you and himself and convinced himself that it was for the good. but did it work? no. with your persistence, he was later able to accept that even he with bloodstained hands and karma-wrecked soul, deserved kindness and love. so he embraced you, the fragile, delicate mortal who he wanted to keep by his side for as long as heavens allowed them. he was so careful, asking, affirming and making sure before doing anything at all from touching, holding, fondling and gently kissing. his love felt feather light like butterfly wings caressing your heart. however even a butterfly wing's flap could cause a storm. if left unattended, if not explained and communicated properly, xiao would spend minutes, hours, days worrying over your safety. he would quietly inspect every inch of your body with his piercing eyes to make sure there were no bruises, wounds or anything of the sort. if you fell ill, he would scold you that you were careless to have gone out in the cold weather with your overly skimpy pretty human clothes, not even noticing your eyes silently watering at his coldness. and if anyone dare hurt you, whether it be verbally or physically, he would be willing to tear them apart, have them taste the vigilant yaksha's blood-curdling cold fury. you closed your eyes and hoped, wished desperately for his wrath to come to an end. your beloved alatus, you whisperer - you could fix this behavior, he is just not familiar with humans and your emotions... right?

[ knowing / unknowing manipulation ] - albedo silently prided himself in absorbing knowledge and social necessities quickly. he had spent a long time with humans and often even felt connected to the mortals already, so he didn't doubt his ability to be a loving partner to you and accepted with a gentle smile on his pretty face when you confessed your love. from the first touch of your hands to the first time you made love, everything was perfect- it felt like a fairy tale - your heart was safe in your beloved kreideprinz's delicate hands. but each day that passed, you just couldn't calm down the voices in your head whispering, warning you that something was wrong. you see, often time when you voiced out your concern or a small problem to him, albedo would listen to each of them with utmost undivided attention. he would ponder, comprehend, then accept your stance and apologize. after that, he'd decide to change and never do it again, molding into your desires perfectly. it had never been a problem before, but when he started subtly asking, demanding for you to keep your hair longer, to cut off your ties to some of your friends with "ulterior motive", to quit your current job and look for another because it "overworked you too much", you felt too much pressure. when you finally voiced this like your other problems though, albedo blinked and confusedly tilted his head in a questioning manner. he, for once, didn't see the problem. humans were give-and-take from nature, are they not? if you asked something of him, he would gladly change and make an effort for you. he's been doing so each and every time, it's only fair that he did the same to you whether it be with your knowledge or not. you were so happy with him, weren't you? you were happy when he said you looked more attractive with longer hair, and that friend of yours ended up badmouthing you to everyone after you cut ties, didn't they? see, he was right all along, he was doing just what was right to keep his love away from those... lowlives. he laced his fingers with yours with a charming, seductive smile, wrapping your tender heart with his tightly-woven red strings of destiny he weaved with you, as he liked to believe.

[ overwhelming affection and attachment issues ] - tartaglia knew he was a hard person to love. heck, he didn't even think he was ready for love but the first time he laid his ocean eyes on you, he swore his world stopped. you just had to be his. because of his certainty and determination, he courted you, bought you flowers and asked you out on a dinner date. brought you to lingju pass and opened your eyes to the beautiful view of jade moons over sea of clouds. he was a breath of fresh air, always leaving you wanting more, excitement and starstruck a part of your daily routine by now. but you were anxious that after a while, tartaglia's feelings would change. he was a fatui harbinger, it would be bothersome for him to remain committed, wouldn't it? oh, my sweet, sweet darling he laughed when you first voiced your worries. he held you in his hands, hugging you oh so tightly and pressed soft kisses on your shoulders to your neck. you see, he was worried to overwhelm you. from the moment he saw you, from your first encounter, he had already decided that you were his as he was yours. but if you were thinking such useless thoughts in your pretty head, you needed more validation, right? so he gave you just that. he spent millions, billions of mora to buy you expensive gifts, pretty things that reminded him of you. he would take you to snezhnaya to his family, showing you off and playfully claiming (or was he?) that you were his fiancée, the one he was promised to. he whispered words of love and promises of eternity each and every day, every moment you two locked eyes. the more you spent time with him, the fire in his eyes no longer seemed warm, it felt like it was burning you along inside. when his honey-laced voice confidently declared everlasting love, cuddling you and inhaling your scent that he would like to smell even on his death bed, you felt like his "eternal love" was more of a threat than you first assumed.

[ gaslightling / ignoring boundaries ] - venti has spent long, long lonely years in the physical form of his lost "partner". among those years in rapidly flowing time, he was not expecting to find someone possibly even dearer to him than his old friend. but oh his lovely, lovely muse, you were the embodiment of all the love songs he had ever heard in over his millenniums-long existence. but ah, just as he expected a relationship with a mortal came with many problems. he would hug you, kiss you, touch you any time of the day anywhere and giggle innocently in your ear- silently daring you to say no. if you did express your discomfort and voiced your problems with his overly-touchy behavior in the center of a blasting city in midday, he would just laugh and ignore your cute little protests. if you did emphasize and get angry or hurt over his little concern for your boundaries, he would be very confused. but this is what all lovers do, kiss, hug and all that! you're just being too sensitive, my muse. it's fine, no one cares what we do, i promise. he'd hum and hold you tight in his arms, just wanting to bask in your warmth as long as possible. he knew you wouldn't be by your side forever, he claimed. that's why he doesn't hold back, he explains further while holding your hands on his chest, that's why he never wants to be apart from you, because he loves you so much and wants to spend all of his time with you. it's fine love, i understand your boundaries! but you're just not used to receiving this affection dear, i'll teach you. it's fine, venti cooed in your ear with the softest, gentlest voice he can muster to tickle your fragile heart, to make you understand he is just doing this out of love, trapping you in his maze once again.

[ afraid of commitment / doesn't commit ] - kaeya was an enigma nobody could fully unravel, and he was all-too aware of it. he made sure to keep up that facade, after all. he had a lifelong mission, an unattended decision to make when the time has come. he had responsibilities, ones that would never ever end as long as he breathes, walks this godforsaken world but damn, he wanted you. he wanted you so bad, he wanted to whisper forever in your ear, he wanted to wipe your tears when you were struggling with nightmares (he was not a stranger to them too, the nightmares. but even that, even a trivial weakness like that, he didn't let you know.) , he wanted to wake up to you sleeping safe and sound next to him every single day. he didn't know what possessed him that day to accept your confession, maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was how beautiful the night skies were under the big tree of windrise combined with your pretty eyes avoiding his in embarrassment while uttering words of love- innocent, but truthful warm love for him, kaeya alberich. or maybe, just maybe because he truly loved you more than you ever knew, did he accept your confession with his signature coy smirk and teasing words. but kaeya was afraid now. he was afraid of how warm and fuzzy he felt around you, afraid of how all of his dreams (nightmares) were away for too long now. instead, each and every night he dreams of your featherlight kisses, your dazzling smile and your voice whispering i love you. if this keeps up, he knew all too well that his attention would be divided, that he would hurt you, him and everyone else around when the doomed time were to come. so he did you a favor, he convinced himself. kaeya smirked in that annoyingly fake, seductive way and declared that you were just not meant to be. he wouldn't say anything else and end your relationship with the same teasing smile on his lips. little did you know, the proud smirk fell the moment you left with teary eyes. he knew you wouldn't stay in mondstadt for long after that. at least for a while. he muttered to himself, at least for a while, you would be safe. safe from him. safe from the disaster he was cursed, obligated to cause one day.

[ anger issues / violence ] - scaramouche. where should you even start with him? oh the mighty harbinger balladeer, or should you even call him that? you scoffed, staring at the sunset in a mockingly beautiful estate he bought you on the land of inazuma- the one he was born- oh no, created in. he had multiple fancy estates, mansions bought under your name in each state of teyvat now, since you were to accompany him everywhere anytime he desired. you grimaced a bit at the stinging sensation when the servant girl wiped the lighting-shaped scar he had left you a while ago. it was still stinging, throbbing with tingles that made your stomach drop in uncertainty. a claim, a physical engraving over your body mind and soul, scaramouche claimed when he marked you with this... ugly scar. it might look like a normal lightning, similar to the electro vision shape if closely inspected. to some it may even look pretty, and that made you all the more upset. the o mighty balladeer was so flawless sometimes, apologizing to you in that sickeningly fake sweet voice, caressing your body gently with his "love" if he was even capable of such emotions. you silently cursed the day you fell in love with him and you felt forsaken now, since he claimed, and from then on miraculously "shared" your emotions. to him, he was doing everything to keep you, his pretty doll lover by his side. he didn't mind having your loving gaze on him, your pretty head full of his thoughts and most importantly, having someone who thought he was worth loving. someone who wouldn't abandon him. someone his. he would never let you go, he would love you, he would keep you by his side. that's what you agreed for from the start, didn't you? of course he sometimes lashed out, mildly harmed you mentally or physically from time to time and all, of course scaramouche understood that. he understood it well, he was not perfect after all- no one is! but if you try to talk to him about his flaws, he would laugh in your face as though you made a hilarious joke. who were you to say that to him? were you perfect? no you weren't - he would state each and every moment you defied his orders and made him dissatisfied, every single moment he remembered that you made the slightest bit of mistakes- but then in the end, stress that he kept you by his side even though you were such an ungrateful little "lover". he didn't abandon you, he didn't even harm you on purpose! he just left a physical engraving on you to wandering airheads who might think to touch what was his, what's wrong with labeling what is rightfully his? you offered yourself up to him, you said you loved him first, you started this. he was not going to let you slide so easily. his pretty, pretty little doll. all his, he murmured when he kissed your lightning scar on your thigh. love me, love me, love me more, my doll.

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loyalty to the raging tempest

CW: This contains spoilers from the new archon quest. Read at your own discretion.

"You can start a new life here if you want to."

The God of Wisdom's words echo in your mind as you watch your Lord's unmoving figure on the hospital bed. You saw his fall, from the proud and cruel harbinger to a lifeless puppet who had its heart taken away. With Scaramouche's defeat and the Fatui branding you a traitor for refusing to return with the Doctor, you had nowhere else to go… until the Dendro Archon offered you sanctuary in her region.

"Gravedigger… You will regret this." The Doctor spits with the promise of your death.

"I'm sure the matra would be willing to take you in. Creating a final resting place for the dead is also necessary." In contrast, the Dendro Archon's kindness promised protection.

She was right. Under her watchful gaze, no one will be able to lay a hand on you in Sumeru. You can leave everything behind; even the pitiful puppet in front of you. Truthfully, Scaramouche was an awful person. No one in the Fatui liked him and your colleagues would often give you pitying looks once you got summoned to his side. You've lost count of how many times you were punished for not following his orders perfectly.

But still, for some reason, you can't leave him alone. Perhaps it's because of the way he looked at you when you first met. The look of recognition, fury, and something else. You remember him looming over you, staring at your dirt-covered body - the result of digging tirelessly in the cold mornings of Snezhnaya, all in an effort to create a tomb for a soldier you hardly know. Once you lock eyes, you see a raging tempest and you wonder what he's seeing when he looks at you.

"Pitiful. What's with that look in your eyes? Are you merely a doll who knows nothing more than to roll around in the dirt? Perhaps I should call you a rat."

You nod, but that seemed to make him angrier. As insulting as his words are, you really don't know anything else. In a distant memory, you see the blurry faces of your mother and father, hear their whispers of your duties and how it is important to create a final resting place, you remember the old shovel they handed you before you dug your first grave and the sight of their backs as they left for a mission and never returned.

You feel his attack before you see it. Your vision glows and you parry the blade of electro he sends towards you. You get thrown back, and you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as you slam into a tree.

"...Good. It seems you're not entirely hopeless."

You stand up on shaky legs, tensing as he steps closer and closer. He scoffs as you raise your weapon defensively. He probably thought fighting you was mere child's play.

"Work under me. I'm sure I can find some use for a little rat like you."

And he did find some use for you. Before you knew it, you became his right hand… or maybe "errand runner" was a better description for your job. "The Balladeer's Servant", others would whisper behind your back as they see you tailing the Harbinger's figure. You were at his beck and call and usually the one that bears the brunt of his anger (or as you like to call it in your head - his temper tantrums.) It was exhausting work; trying to keep up with his demands.

But sometimes, you would see the eye of the storm. He was calm in those times, his voice losing the sharp edge it always seemed to have - like a storm temporarily diminishing into a gentle, soothing rain.

"What are you looking at? …The cherry trees?"

He hums, tipping his hat up as he stares at the lush pink trees, not minding the rain of petals falling on him due to the strong gust of wind. You think that he looks very beautiful.

"I don't need anything. Just stay there and don't make a sound."

You watch him collapse in pain after enduring the Doctor's experiments. Regardless of his protests, you help him get settled on his bed. You silently question why he doesn't see himself as a human. After all, he feels pain and suffering, just like everyone else.

Your current situation reminded you of those quiet nights with only the candle light to keep you company. But instead of seeing your Lord's eyes open the next day, he's been asleep for more than two months. Just as you think he's never going to wake up, he stirs from his slumber one morning, jolting you awake.

"...My Lord?" You call, making his pretty eyes focus on you.

"You're still here?" He mutters in disbelief, like he expected you to be gone from his side.

"Why wouldn't I be? I pledged loyalty to you, didn't I?"

Your honest words stun him into silence. He narrows his eyes, looking for a lie, a hint of deception and desire for personal gain.

He finds none. Just an honest fool that he picked up from the dirt littered with flowers and concrete.

"Idiot."

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"Do you… do you remember him?"

A floating fairy that carried the scent of stars asked you as she gestured to the man in blue. Four pairs of eyes stare at you in anticipation as you gaze at the man with a frown. He crosses his arms as he waits for your answer. You weren't expecting this strange turn of events at all. Your life was finally becoming peaceful under the kindness of the Dendro Archon. She gave you a home and a place to work. You needed nothing more. And yet, you feel like things are about to go upside down again with the presence of this strange man.

"I'm sorry. I don't know him." You said. Their gazes turn uneasy and the man in blue's neutral expression breaks for a moment.

"...But I feel like I should." You added, stepping forward to get a closer look. Not expecting the close proximity, he flinches and moves back, as if electrocuted.

"How dare-!"

"What's your name?" You ask, not paying attention to the spark of anger and embarrassment that appeared in his eyes.

"...Give me one." He says with a sigh.

"Pardon?" Did this familiar stranger really ask you to name him?

"How fascinating…" The Dendro Archon mumbles, placing a hand on her chin as she regards you with curious eyes. "Their memories were definitely erased… but somehow, the connection you formed with them was so strong that it resisted the data deletion process. There is a saying that the heart and mind are two separate things. In this case, the mind may have forgotten, but the feeling is still there. It seems you've garnered someone's loyalty regardless of your lack of divinity."

"...I suppose that's enough." The man in blue looks away, tipping his hat over his eyes.

"Well? Have you thought of a name yet?" He addresses you and you find yourself at the center of attention once again. They were actually serious about naming him…

"How about…"

The man in blue closes his eyes. You think you see the corner of his lips twitch upwards into a small smile.

i see that your bio says requests are open, but if there’s been a mistake and they’re not then feel free to decline this! it may be a little suggestive if you squint but i was thinking: how would xiao, thoma, and albedo react to you giving them a hickey? neck kisses are top tier so i always love headcanons like these, hehe! have a nice day

part two (scaramouche, kazuha)

authors note ⊱ requests are still definitely open!!! anyway u raise interesting thoughts............................................ sips my im-a-simp juice im not saying neck kisses / hickeys are my shit.......... BUT THEY’RE MY SHIT,,,

also maybe this shouldve been wholesome but why do that when u can write sin

(btw if anyone wants other characters for this feel free to send a request c: )

characters ⊱ xiao, thoma, albedo

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ not sfw, if ur a minor pls dni or ignore,,, im not responsible for ur actions

xiao

he definitely enjoys it, especially when your mouth catches right underneath his jaw, where he really likes it

the throat is a very vulnerable place, and that already makes it pretty intense, but couple that with the fact xiao requires a lot of trust and love to be able to let someone this close makes it a thousand times more overwhelming

he flushes up and becomes a shuddering, grinding mess, grunting through his teeth, trying to choke down the whines into something that sounded less pathetic, but they end up slipping out anyway

he might act like he’s had enough or that he wants you to get on with it, “are you done yet?” but if you actually did stop, he would greedily insist you keep going, because he loves it (even if he wouldn’t directly admit it)

enjoys the feeling of being marked, but doesn’t quite get it beyond that

he also doesn’t get embarrassed by it at all, he just gets annoyed if random people point it out; whatever he does in private is no one else’s business but his, and he thinks they should just ignore it (unless it’s someone he knows like zhongli or hu tao. then he’s extremely embarrassed, gritting a snarky response through his teeth)

still, he probably insists you give him more

when they fade away, he’s desperate to make sure you give him new ones; there’s something oddly gratifying about it that he doesn’t want to take the time to personally examine, he just wants it, wants you

however, he wants to return the favor as well; when you’re not ravaging his neck, he’s ravaging yours

albedo

loves it, it’s actually his favorite place to be kissed

it doesn’t matter if you just ghost your mouth across his skin, even the slightest touch will have his heart racing, his breath leaving him in short, shallow gasps—he’s sensitive

melts when you suck, lick, bite, any and all of it

either way, he’s immediately melting and whimpering, practically crumbling into your arms, tilting his head to the side to invite more and more and more of your attention

being marked there is definitely very much welcomed

doesn’t care too much if people see it, but he wears high-collared jackets pretty normally anyway; i also see him as a frequent enjoyer of turtlenecks

even if someone points it out, he isn’t really embarrassed because they see it, but rather because it reminds him of how he recieved it (he brushes his fingers over the mark, cheeks warming; he shivers at his own touch, but it can’t quite mimic the way you made him feel)

loves, loves those open mouthed, sort of wet kisses you leave across a neck, it drives him a little crazy (especially where the star is on his throat)

gets heated and heavy-lidded very fast; he might try to ride your thigh if this keeps up

thoma

ironically, this is also his favorite place to be kissed

loves being kissed there, but he prefers it to be very gentle; he likes it to be slow, sensual kisses, the kind that make him sigh, eyes fluttering closed, with his head naturally falling back to invite more of your touch

the problem is actually getting marked

he doesn’t mind it, normally, but as someone with a reputation to keep, it can be a struggle to keep hidden

especially since his throat is pretty exposed most of the time, anyway

so he’ll probably tell you to not leave any bruises, but the rest of his body is more than welcome to you

even when he doesn’t have to worry about someone seeing him with the marks, he has a hard time fully enjoying it given he will just always have this habitual anxiety about his reputation

but if you know just how to make those soft, fleeting marks that fade not too long after, you are more than welcome to lather him with it

loves being kissed there, but besides the reputation conflict, he’s pretty neutral to markings

if you like it, then he’ll like it

but if anyone points it out, like ayaka, he’s going to be more than embarrassed, he’s going to be a stammering mess

would prefer to just be kissed or nipped on his throat instead of marked

Can you do yandere white night with his 12 apostle headcanons? :0

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — WhiteNight w/ Apostle!Reader Headcanons ⸸

(Disclaimer: A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible. OOC and fanon are to be expected)

This is quite the doozy, loves~

In this AU, the Plague Doctor doesn't immediately breach as soon as he Metamorphosizes into WhiteNight.

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Now, there are many ways your love story with the false god could turn out. With him, there are just so many ways your fates could have intertwined to lead to WhiteNight worshipping you.

You could have refused him until the very end, and spared yourself the pain and eternal suffering that he thinly disguises as 'Eden.'

Buuut...for the sake of your request, dear Anon, let us assume that you accepted to devote yourself entirely to him. And I mean, all of you.

Because that is essentially what you did.

You did bother to understand what it meant to be his follower, right?

R i g h t . . ?

"At last, his eyes fluttered opened to reveal an ominous red. His followers rejoiced, 'The Lord and Savior has awakened!'"

WhiteNight loves all of his Apostles. No infidel or heretic is allowed to question his mercy and love for them.

But who is he trying to fool, dear? You, who he had tried so hard to convert and now fear of losing? His followers, who he only deem as faceless pawns?

Or perhaps, himself? A lovesick god that believes he is above everything flawed and human.

It dawned on him, then, that you weren't just some Apostle he wanted to hoard.

He needs your devotion. He absolutely cannot stand the idea of you one day leaving him.

And don't even try to attempt to worship anyone else. Especially not that wretched man who likes to play saint. WhiteNight can give you everything you ever wanted, and so much more than that sad excuse of a god.

Which was why he always paid the most attention to you.

He was already a high-maintenance Abnormality, that doesn't want to be left alone or ignored for more than ten minutes. So, imagine having to come to his containment unit at least six times an hour, because he keeps threatening the Manager that he will breach.

The other Apostles envy you, but they cannot show it. They fear his anger, but more than anything, they fear being abandoned by him. They wouldn't dare to incur his wrath! Isn't he already being cruel enough by wasting all of his affections on you?

So, they will scowl at you while holding a tight leash on their jealousy as they watch their Lord smother and embrace you with his being. Oh, how much they wished to be showered with his gifts and pure-white feathers...

"Why won't he look at us? We have done everything he ever asked for, but he won't even let me stay near him. He keeps looking at them. That dirty, dirty whore. The Harlot! Please please please please just LOOKATME."

Then, a new Apostle has been blessed, with the previous one missing. Everyone looks tense, afraid to even look at you or him at the eye.

Sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around waist, you ask innocently. He delights at the fear in your eyes as you turn to face him.

They all could die for all he cares. His eleven Apostles are replaceable, unimportant, and inconsequential to his plans. All he truly needs is you.

The moment you die...how long will he have to wait until the next time loop begins?

"Hush...Why dost thou fear me? No harm shall come to thee so long as thy body, heart and soul belong to me."

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This is the first Abnormality I ever wrote so much on, and still have so much more to talk about. But alas, I can only write so much before this post turns from headcanons into an essay. Least to say, this won't be the last headcanon I ever write on him, loves.

Especially since this one doesn't consider the MC being the twelfth apostle. Ooh, how would he deal with a Heretic darling, I wonder.

Anyway, I hope you love this one, Anon~

Do you write for Kazuha and Diluc yet? I read your blanket hog thing and I'm wondering what they'd be like, please? ;w;

I do write for them, yes! I was planning on doing a part two of that as well since so many people liked it. I’ll definitely add them in this one!

Genshin Men With Blanket Hog Reader Part 2

Warnings: Use of pet names, a little suggestive at Kazuha’s part but nothing explicit

Diluc

This man is rarely ever sleeping in bed at night

He’s either working late nights at Angel’s Share, or fulfilling his duties at the Dark Knight Hero

So when he has came home early in the morning to see you still sleeping, blankets wrapped around you, he had a good idea that he would be better off bringing his own blankets.

On nights where he does lay beside you to go to sleep, you two always cuddle up underneath the covers.

And Diluc always wakes up in the middle of the night because of the cold air

To which he just sighs, reaches down to get the spare blankets, and drapes them over himself before going back to sleep

He’s a man that adapts to situations, and this is no different

Sometimes when he wakes up, he just stares in wonder and confusion at how you even managed to get the blankets wrapped around you so tight

He’s almost convinced that you do it on purpose sometimes just to annoy him

He secretly finds it adorable though. He’s a stoic man with a soft heart.

He goes right back to cuddling you too with a sigh of annoyance once he’s situated with his own blankets

Kaeya

This man smirks and tries not to laugh

He has photos on his Kamera of you hogging the blankets in the most inhumane positions ever

He uses those photos to tease you

“Oh, Jean, look at this one with my dearest in the blankets practically covered in drool-“

“Kaeya I will kill you.”

He’s even hung the photos around the house and cackled as you lectured him about it with an embarrassed blush on your face

Much like Childe, although more gentle, he will snatch the blankets away from you to give himself some warmth

Which causes you to snatch them back

You both just go back and forth till he pins you down by hugging you

With your protests being ignored, he wraps the blankets around the both of you and goes to sleep

I’m pretty sure you do it almost nightly just to have him hug you to sleep

Which I mean, I’m not judging, I’d do the same

Although there have been nights where he has gotten slightly annoyed that you took the blankets away from him for the fifth time within the past hour

During those times, he’s tempted to keep the blankets in place with ice

He actually did that one time, which you had to explain to him that that’s counterproductive cause now it’s extra cold in the room

He just shrugged, “At least now you get to feel what I feel dearest, now, come here and let me cuddle you for warmth. Maybe then you’ll leave the blankets alone, hm?”

Kazuha

Ever the gentleman, he’ll let you have the blankets

He doesn’t want to disturb you from your sleep, you look so peaceful

He instead settles on cuddling close to you for warmth

On a particularly cold night at sea, he woke up shivering

He tried to slowly wedge the blanket out from under you, but ultimately ended up waking you up

He smiled at you before apologizing, “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to wake you, please go back to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up once more,”

You felt so bad, especially with how you saw him shivering like a leaf in a harsh storm

Since that night, you made it an effort to tuck him into bed first to ensure the blankets stayed on him

Beidou teases you both for it ever since she accidentally walked in on you tucking him in one night

During a conversation when Beidou was teasing you guys about it, he just smiled at her before stating, “I’m just grateful that that’s all you walked in on us doing.”

Cue a spit take from Beidou and her cackling like a madman

You had to walk away from the shear amount of ignominy you felt coursing through your system

Kazuha just gave a soft grin as he watched you walk away

Yae Miko

Early into the relationship, she would have gently woken you up and asked for the blankets back

Then she would cuddle in close to keep you from moving around so much

If you kept taking the blankets, then she would zap you till you gave them up

Not in a harmful way, but just enough to make it tickle

She’ll have you in tears from laughing until you’ve learned your lesson

She also just loves your laugh but don’t tell anyone that

Later into the relationship, once she knows she can truly trust you, she’ll sleep on the bed with you in her fox form

At that point, you can hog all of the blankets if you’d like to. Her fox form keeps her warm enough

She’ll snuggle up to you in her sleep, her tail and ears flickering every now and then

Then in the morning, since she wakes up before you, she’ll turn back and pepper your face in kisses before leaving to go do shrine duties

10/10 best person to hog the blankets from