What Did You Just Say?

Hi, this is my first time requesting even though I really want to say to you that the Xiao fic you wrote entitled Lament was so good that I am biting my tounge while reading to prevent me from (s)creaming because it was such a chef's kiss.

May I ask if you plan to write a yandere Kazuha? I just really love him. A praise-deprived Kazu which his desire enhances whenever his darling (reader) praises him with no idea of what effect she does.

I just thought that if he's a yandere it would fit if he's a bit younger like 2 or 3 years as the reader would treat him as her younger brother and have known each other as kids which that the reader dotes on him.

Praises him on little things like starting a fire or getting her a sweet fruit in the middle of the forest as we could see Kazu's eyes turning in the shape of heart and she has no idea of what effect she has on him. :)

thank you so much for reading that fic! I still feel somewhat unsure of that fic sometimes, so this comment really helped ease my fears :)

content warning: female reader, stalking tendencies, yandere behaviour—read the tin. you get what you come for, after all.

Late getting around to this since I've just returned from a hiatus, but yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Love the idea of an older darling that’s very much the big sister type. I imagined a bit differently, with darling being the member of Beidou’s ship who has a big family that she’s had to leave behind to follow Beidou. 

And your heart is always so soft for pitiful things, especially since seeing such a lonely, sad young man like Kazuha when Captain Beidou first introduces him to the rest of the Crux members. He doesn’t speak, eyes always downcast whenever you approach him and ask him if he’s well, whether he’s comfortable, what you can do to ease his journey on the ship. Nothing, but he glances away when you approach. 

Well, no matter. You’re one of Captain Beidou’s, and you’re made of sterner stuff. You stop asking questions, even as the rest of your crewmates keep questioning him. What you do is take care of him, coming and going with water, warm soup, little snacks you’ve managed to haggle from the stingy chef on the Alcor. He accepts your offers without a word, only a nod in thanks, the red of his eyes soft, and it warms your heart to see the young man getting more lively in the way he’s moving about the ship. 

He starts opening up a lot more, telling you and Beidou of imminent storms, predicting weather as though he were the Raiden Shogun herself manipulating the storms. The flurry of compliments makes him turn away from you in embarrassment as he would give his thanks. You delight in the sound of his voice, taking to keep him next you and under your wings, determined to have him close. It’s been a long time since you've been really able to take care of anyone like this, and you relish in the opportunity.

The day that he reveals his name is the day you take it upon yourself to use it as often as you can. Kazuha, you’d say, let me do this for you. Tell me about this. And when you ask him whether you could change the bandage on his hand for him, Kazuha looks at you from under his lashes and nods. The lad’s been through so much, you could tell, from the worn calluses on the pads of his fingers and the angry red burn at the centre of his palm. The wound has healed long ago, but there must be a reason he still wears it, so you take the most attentive care in wrapping it.

And as you both travel to and fro, according to whatever whims Captain Beidou feels like following, Kazuha sticks close to you. You praise him as you would your younger siblings at home, a note of compliment never far whenever he does anything of note, whether it be raising the sails, telling the weather, reciting poetry, practicing his sword. You’re not a fighter, being the supplies manager and quartermaster to Juza, but you knew a little here and there. Whenever you’d cross blades with Kazuha, he’d never go easy on you, saying something about there’s honour in giving one’s all against a worthy opponent. You always laugh and ruffle his hair, gushing about how he’s so strong. He always smiles, crimson eyes sparkling as he soaks in your words, a little hum as you bump shoulders with him. Thank you, he tells you, and his answer is airy, as though he were struggling to breathe.

It’s great, having such a mild-mannered young man to fuss over. Nothing like your own rowdy siblings at home who whine at the slightest hint of you ruffling their hair or scolding them about finishing their foods. Kazuha is so considerate too, always leaving you the best cut of the fish that he finds or the most perfect of all the apples he gathers whenever the Alcor docks close to the forests of Mondstadt. Nowadays, whenever you show the slightest discomfort, Kazuha’s always the one speaking up for you, suggesting for you to take a break. 

It’s perfect, having Kazuha as a friend. There’s just one thing… Just one small oddity. He follows you a little too closely. Listens a little too carefully. Whenever you go run your errands, to restock the supplies, to ask for repairmen, Kazuha—even though he’s been assigned his own duties—always appears a few minutes later, breezily saying that he’s done his own tasks and came to see if you were having troubles. Left or right you look, Kazuha is always there. He always finds you.

It gets a little too much, even with your casual nature of always being so warm and inviting. And when you bring it up to Kazuha, a question of, “Maybe we should meet up later, Kazuha? I’m sure you’d like to spend some time by yourself.”

Kazuha shakes his head. “No need,” he says calmly, crimson eyes a little too bright against the sunlight. “I like being close to you.”

You swallow. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, but it was frazzling your nerves, his eyes ever-present in your peripheral, never moving an inch from you. Not even your own siblings had ever been this clingy in their younger days. “Boys your age…” you trail off. “Don’t they prefer to be alone? I’m sure you don’t want me to ruin your fun.”

“Why would you say that?” Kazuha tilts his head, inspecting the way you furrow your brows. He places his fingers over yours, bandages ghosting over your skin. Raises your hand and presses a kiss to the back, the touch of his lips sending up warning shivers. Kazuha says softly, “I’m only worried about you. That’s why I’m here. Is that a problem…?”

“No, no,” you hurry to say, afraid of hurting his feelings, squeezing his hands tight and forcing a smile on your face. Kazuha smiles back, and for a second, the world seems alright, the breeze gentle and soft against your neck. 

But you still couldn’t shake off that feeling, as though the autumn wind had arrived a season earlier than anticipated, its airy blade ready to trim all the green leaves from a summering tree.

Consider: Kazuha as a Ghoul

// NSFW - 18+ Minors DNI (AFAB! Reader) - Modern AU

I just think Ghoul eyes are very pretty on him... <3

Nothing like having a Ghoul as a boyfriend^^ how could you ever fear him? Your sweet.. sweet boyfriend.

He thinks you smell oh-so delicious.. his own personal drug. You’re constantly making him drool.. but he easily satiates his desires with a hungry kiss that has you keening and clutching onto his sweater.

Just imagine...

Your thighs squeezing his hips as he rams his aching cock into your tight pussy - creamy ring of arousal around his dick, your juices dripping down your ass and his full balls that smack against you with each powerful thrust, smearing onto his pale thighs as he mindlessly fucks your gummy walls.

His pace was inhuman, a combination of his ghoul self and his possessive desire to fuck you so good you wouldn’t be able to have pleasurable sex with anyone else, and all you could do was cling to him as he had his way with you.

Your nails claw at his back as you find yourself slipping into white-hot oblivion, tummy burning with desire as your head goes foggy with the nerve-tingling pleasure that made you cry out his name helplessly.. Helplessly..

Fuck.. you smell so good right now, sweat clinging to your skin, the strong scent of sex in the air - swirling around Kazuha’s head - only aiding in pushing him off the deep end.

He can’t help the way his eyes change, kakugan slipping out as a deep moan slips off his drooling tongue.

Kazuha is quick to shove his head between the juncture of your neck and shoulder, slightly embarrassed about how little control he has when it comes to your sweet little pussy squeezing the life out of him.

He’s practically completely at your mercy, willing to do anything so long as you’d allow him to keep humping into you like a depraved man.

Inhaling deeply, he swears your scent alone is enough to make him cum. His tongue grossly licking at the sensitive skin, covering the area in saliva, teeth occasionally nibbling just to make you mewl.

He may be a muderous monster - but fuck, was he in heaven.

“-Zuha—!” You cry oh so sweetly for him, creaming cunt clamping down on his throbbing cock as you cum, arching your body up against his as he holds you close.

“Sweet bird, you feel so good.” He whispers hotly against your ear, eyes rolling back in his head as he fucks you through your leg-shaking orgasm, cooing at your cries.

“I’m almost there, almost there..”

“Kiss!” You beg, “Please, k-kiss.. Kazu-!”

Youre sobbing, soft hiccups bouncing around the room along with the lewd, wet slaps of skin against skin as he dragged himself to the edge with your addicting cunt.

How could he say no?

Kazuha removes his head from its safe haven in favor of having your lips against his own.

He first kisses you sweetly, a silent promise that it’s ok and you’re alright- he’s got you.

Next, he shoves his filthy tongue past your teeth, fingers nearly bruising the plush flesh at your hips as he desperately tried to taste you, tongue tracing all the sensitive spots in your mouth.

It was such a messy kiss, both your and his drool leaking out the sides of your mouth as he moaned like a slut against your tongue.

Your scent was turning him to ghoul goo.

Through teary eyes you looked up at him, his own lidded and hazy with pleasure, mind lost in space.

His eyes were always so gorgeous like this, glistening like rubies in the night sky. You never understood the fear of them.. such a beautiful sight to behold, even if they were deadly. Most beautiful things were, after all. Didn’t that just add to their ethereal beauty?

To be able to see them now.. you were blessed.

You pull away from his sugary sweet lips with a gasp, body trembling from the overstimulation,

“-Zuha..” You look up at him with glassy doe eyes, nothing but pure love and adoration.

You caress his flushed cheek as he makes the bed creak and slam against the poor wall of your shared apartment, “S-so pretty..”

You smile, innocent and sweet.

Love blossoms in his chest like sakura trees in the spring, stealing his breath away.

He breathily groans, hips stuttering as his muscles tightened, and he comes undone in your warm embrace, spilling his essence inside of you.

Truly.. you must be insane to think he looks pretty right now. But God, does he love you to the moon and back for even thinking so..

He’s entirely yours.. he’s wrapped around your tiny little finger and there’s nothing he can do to free himself from you.. not that he wants to.

a hybrid’s instincts

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, gorou, tighnari, (bonus) platonic!diona

◇ tags ◇ pregnancy, afab!reader, dragon!zhongli

◇ a/n ◇ what's that? will i ever stop pushing the dragon!zhongli agenda? hahahahahahahhahahhaha hhahaha ha ha- no.

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

oh? what's this? it seems like your pregnancy triggered something in these men. their more… "animal side", perhaps?

ever since baizhu’s confirmation - actually, even weeks before that - zhongli has been very reluctant to let you wander out of the house. or even out of his sight, in general (which is quite strange since with his enhanced dragon senses you know he’s able to locate you within the house with no problems at all).

at night, you sometimes wake up to him in his dragon form. sometimes it’s his compact form nuzzling and he's purring near your stomach, sometimes it’s his half-dragon form where he’ll place his head beside your stomach with his tail curling around you protectively. it doesn’t matter whether you’re already showing or not; your heartbeat and the little hatchling’s brings him a sense of comfort that he needs, lest he becomes restless.

his nesting behavior is out of control. he’ll bring you all the pillows and blankets, surround you with the nicest smelling flowers, make you always wear his shirt, and he’ll bring anything you want to the bed so you don’t have to leave the nest. the further you are into your pregnancy, the more reluctant he is to leave you alone. he ends up taking that paternal leave hu tao has been telling him to get. bless her.

gorou is just as excited as he’s alerted. kokomi will have to force her best general to take a temporary leave from the army throughout your pregnancy because he’s so jumpy and sensitive to literally everything and his behavior is making all of the soldiers anxious.

gorou insists that you take a walk with him every day; just something light around the block to keep you from feeling lethargic. he’s also developed a habit to sniff everything that will touch your hand. yes, that includes your supposedly harmless change of clothes. it’s not ridiculous in his opinion! it’s a necessary precaution!!

will snarl when a stranger approaches you and tries to touch you in any way, even if it’s just a friendly gesture. he would be so embarrassed and apologetic about it afterward, but only once you’re at the safe haven of your house.

are you a forest ranger? an adventurer? does your profession require you to venture into the wilderness? welp, say goodbye to your job for the time being, because there is no way in any cycles of samsara tighnari would let you go into the dangers outside while you’re carrying his pups.

walking arm-in-arm whenever you're out and about is a must these days. whenever a villager congratulates you, you can sense his hold tightening despite the polite smile on his lips. if it was up to his instinct, he wouldn’t have let you get out of the house, but rationally he knows you need to move around and breathe in the fresh air.

though you still won’t be exempt from your beloved’s sassiness (”you want me to get you coffee…? do you think i’m an idiot?”) as long as what you ask for doesn’t harm you, he’s at your every beck and calls now, no question asked. you’re craving for collei’s specialized pita pockets? he’ll learn the damn recipe from collei herself and serve it on your favorite plate the next day. you want to be carried everywhere? good thing he’s got the physique fitting for the head of the forest rangers. you want ten kisses a day? say no more; he’ll give you thirty.

[bonus - platonic]

at first, diona seems super indifferent about it, only reacting with a ‘hmph… congrats, i guess’, but her actions speak louder than words. you know how cats tend to hover around pregnant women and even lay themselves near their bulging bellies? that's right.

no, you will not be having alcohol. no, your spouse will not be having alcohol. no, all the people within five hundred meters radius from you will not be having any single drop of alcohol. she won't allow those boozehounds to get close to you.

she’s so amazed at how your stomach keeps growing bigger every time you visit her. when you give her your permission, she’ll curiously poke and stare at your bump. her hand will gently pat your tummy as she unconsciously smiles. she starts to seek you out more often after that, telling you that she’s just there in case you need help, but you know she’s just worried about you. she would be such a good big sister to your baby!

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Title: Clear As Porcelain.

Pairing: Yandere!Scaramouche x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.4k.

TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of Death/Injury, and Slight Dehumanization.

You heard Scaramouche’s laugh before you ever saw his face.

It might've been more like a cackle, actually – the noise so uneven and so cracked, you mistook it for the screeching of a wild animal, assumed a frightened boar or a very distressed bird had wandered into your storefront and would find its way out again, after it calmed down. You only thought to look up from the ceramic figurine you were painting (a commissioned piece of the Shogun in all of her awe-inspiring, ethereal grace) when you heard the door to your workshop crash open and hit the opposing wall with enough force to shake the contents of a shelf hanging nearby. He was standing there, disheveled, grinning, his clothes soaked and his eyes wild, and he was mumbling – to himself, at first, and then loudly, his voice spiking as his tone dipped into something sharp and erratic. “That bitch, she could’ve—She tried to take my fucking arm off. I’ll fucking kill her. I’ll choke her to death with her own fucking tail—”

“Sir,” You cut him off, turning to face him. His hair was partially seared, too, despite the fact that he looked like he’d just crawled out of the ocean. Faintly, you could smell traces of smoke and ozone, but you were more preoccupied by the puddle he was going to leave on your floor than whatever mess he'd clearly gotten himself into before barging into your shop. “We’ve already closed for the night. If you want to place an order, you can—”

“Shut the fuck up.” He was already limping forward, already shoving armloads of supplies and half-finished projects out of his way as he pulled himself onto your worktable. He stopped at the figurine, his grin faltering for a fraction of a second, but that was on the floor too soon enough. You heard something crack, but your attention was pulled away before you could evaluate the damage, back to Scaramouche, now lying on the wooden tabletop, pulling his tattering sleeve up to his shoulder. “Fix it. I don’t care how. I’ll pay you when you’re done, just make sure it looks like the rest.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it again just as quickly. The injury was on his bicep, if you could really call it an injury at all. It was more like… shattered porcelain, what should’ve been torn, bloodied skin replaced with ragged cracks and chipped paint. Some portions were missing entirely, giving way to black void. There was no blood, or muscle, or fat. There was nothing, save for the interior shell of his arm on the other side.

He was as hollow as a doll.

Huh.

You reached over him, to the other side of your table, grabbing the container of resin he’d nearly overturned. The hardener was already in your pocket, and you could mix your paint later on, while the plaster dried. You had a feeling he wouldn’t think to question it, if you took your time. “Please, try to hold still. I’ll be gentle.”

He didn’t. Honestly, you doubted he’d even heard you, too preoccupied with his own manic, meaningless rambling. You were able to convince him to lay down, to let you work on his bicep without having to worry that you’d leave him stuck to your table with a thin layer of white cement. You were able to lay the resin, and as you sanded down the excess, his ranting came back into earshot, his words once again beginning to form coherent thoughts, more or less. “She tried to kill me.I don't know why. She’d already killed, I don’t fucking know—” He brought up his free hand, gesturing vaguely. “—all of my men. I don’t know what she wants. What could she even do to me that her and her fucking girlfriend haven’t already done?”

The rest of his arm was porcelain, too. Disguised porcelain, sure, clearly meant to mimic flesh and bone, but you recognized good craftsmanship, the little methods and techniques employed to trick the eye and present dead clay as something else, something with more life inside of it. You wondered, briefly, if it was a prosthetic, but it would’ve had to start somewhere closer to his collarbone than his shoulder, and you could see his fingers twitching as you smoothed over rough mortar, as you did your best to make the patch indistinguishable from what you could see of his undamaged skin. If you could call it ‘skin’.

Suddenly, Scaramouche fell silent. After a moment, you realized he wanted a response. You hesitated, but forced yourself to say something, if only so you could focus on the task at-hand. “Does this kind of thing happen often?”

“She’s always wanted me dead.” You pushed your chair back. You’d been painting when he came in, but what little you’d had on your palette had long-since dried and cracked, and the rest of your supplies were in a cabinet hung on the far wall. You could feel his eyes boring into you as you searched for what you’d need. When you glanced over your shoulder, he didn’t bother trying to look away. “I don’t know what she has against me. I’ve never done anything to her, or that tyrant.”

“Some people just choose to be cruel, like that. There isn’t always a reason for it.”

His voice was quieter, now, slower. He let his head roll back, his attention falling to the ceiling. “People say I’m cruel.”

“You don't seem very cruel to me.”

He didn’t answer. By the time you found your way back to him, his eyes were closed, and he didn’t wake up until long after the sun rose the next morning.

~

A week after he left, a man in a uniform came to your door and announced that he’d been ordered to escort you to the estate of his master, the Balladeer, Honorable Lord Scaramouche. When you asked why you were being summoned, he told you to bring your tools, and you asked no other questions.

He received you in his parlor, a large room made just a little smaller by the painted screens that lined every wall, made just a little more oppressive by the fact that it was empty of all but you, Scaramouche, a low chabudai, and the tea tray that sat on top of it. You sat across from him, tucking your legs underneath you and keeping your tool kit at your side. No sooner than you'd settled into place, Scaramouche nodded, and the soldier took his leave, bowing and closing the door behind him.

He started, predictably. There was no greeting, but you hadn’t expected one, not really. Not from him. “I trust you've realized that our last transaction will have to stay between us.” Formal words, made to cut precisely and leave no room for error or argument, so unlike his manic rambling from the week before. It didn’t suit him, as a costume of fine lace and silk wouldn’t suit a child’s mangled toy. “It would be… inconvenient, for me and the organization I represent, if the Shogunate was forced to waste their time and look into our actions. I’m sure an investigation would be an issue for your business, as well, and make it difficult for us to reimburse you for the services you’ve already provided.” He paused, leaning onto the chabudai. “Wouldn't you agree?”

You didn’t hesitate, this time. “A client asked me to repair something very important to him. I don’t see why the Shogunate has to know anything else.”

There were no visible signs of approval, no hum or nod of his head. He closed his eyes, instead, and brought a hand up to the collar of his nagagi, toying with the fabric as he spoke. “And if this client asked you to make another repair, would you accept the job with the same discretion?”

A few minutes later, Scaramouche's nagagi was pooled around his waist and you were kneeling behind him, mixing your plaster as you looked over the array of lesions scattered across his back. They weren’t scars, exactly, and you didn’t want to call them open wounds. If anything, they were more similar to scrapes, deep scratches in his porcelain that darkened and cracked at the edges, forming a sprawling web of hairline fractures. It was a wonder he was still in one piece, honestly. It seemed like a strong gust of wind would be enough to shatter him.

It was a momentary impulse, as fleeting as it was self-serving, but before you could swallow it down, you ran your hand over his back, tracing over a cut that ran parallel to his spine. He tensed, glanced towards you, and you offered an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen something so…”

“Bizarre?” The suggestion was accompanied by a bark of laughter, a wild grin. “You nation has dancing tanuki and wandering spirits. You can’t tell me that I’m the only oddity you’ve ever run into.”

“Well-crafted,” You mumbled, already distracted. He was more awake than he had been last time you’d worked on him, more aware, and he shuddered as you spread the plaster over the uppermost lesion, curling into himself before he could correct his posture. “Oh, does that hurt?”

That wasn’t really what you meant, but Scaramouche didn’t give you a chance to correct yourself. “It’d hurt more to let my body cave in on itself, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I could use a different technique.” If the rest of his body was like his arm, he probably didn’t have a rib cage, or shoulder-blades, or anything you had to be wary of or avoid. Still, you tried to work around what might affect his mobility, and when it came time to cut away the excess, you worked quickly, unsure if he could feel what hadn’t already set. “Or, we could bring in a healer. They couldn’t use pyro or hydro, but—”

“That’s not an option.” He didn’t even give you a chance to finish, straightening his back and squaring his shoulders – nearly causing you to chip away a piece of his side, in the process. “This is going to stay between us. No one else has to know. It would be—” He cut himself off with an airy sigh, as shallow as it was exhausted. “I don’t need my subordinates spreading rumors about my ball-joints. You’re not to breathe a word of this to anyone, from the Shogunate or otherwise.”

You were quiet, for a moment.

Then, you leaned against him, resting one hand on the dip of his shoulder while the other fell to the small of his back, your fingertips pushing absentminded patterns into his cool skin. “For such an important client?”

He grit his teeth as you started, but didn’t make a sound.

“Consider it our secret.”

~

Six months and a dozen appointments later, you woke up on a bed, in the cabin of a ship, your wrists bound behind your back and a bruise beginning to form on your cheek from where his soldier had struck you before driving a needle into the side of your neck.

He was sitting on the edge of the mattress, gaze cast downward. When you began to stir, he , a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked over your bound form. If there was any part of him you didn’t care for, it would’ve had to be his eyes. They lacked something, a certain light that should’ve been there if he’d been made of something else, if he’d been just a little more alive. You doubted you could’ve done any better, but that didn’t mean you had to praise his lifeless stare.

“It was a new recruit. I’ll have his fingers broken when we dock – or if he’s foolish enough to show his face to me before then, the next time I see him.” For a second, you wondered what he was talking about, but his hand came up, cupping your injured cheek, and your confusion was quickly replaced with hollow irritation, traces of dampened panic. “I didn’t tell him not to hit you, but archons, you’d think one of these imbeciles would be able to think for themselves. If anyone on this ship so much as looks at you, tell me. The last thing I need to deal with is idiots as disobedient as they are stupid.”

“I don’t—” You tried to sit up, only to fall back onto your side immediately. Your vision blurred, spun, and your body felt weak, as if your blood had been drained from your veins and replaced with solid lead. He laughed as you clenched your eyes shut and shrunk into yourself, as you tried to get the world around you to stop moving, if only for long enough to let you catch your breath. “Scaramouche, I—”

“Kunikuzushi.” A slightly tightened grip, his thumb tracing over your cheekbone in a gesture that you could nearly call tender. “Say it for me.”

“Kunikuzushi…” Your voice was quiet, weak. You felt weak. You probably looked weak, too, but he didn’t seem to care. “Wha—What’s going on? I can’t—”  

He was grinning, now, the expression eager and unabashed. “It’s nothing you’ll have to worry about. Her Excellency has called me back to Snezhnaya, and I thought it would be wise to keep my dollmaker in the same country as myself.” A blade was produced from his belt, or a nearby dresser, or some other forsaken place, and the rope circled around your wrist was cut with no great amount of thought or ceremony. You were dragged into his lap with just as little ease, your head soon resting on his thighs and his fingers soon skirting over your neck, your shoulder. His hands were so cold, as if he’d never known an ounce of warmth in his life. As if he’d never bothered to make himself into anything more than damp clay. “I’ve already taken care of your store. You can thank me later on, when we go over what could and what couldn’t be salvaged from the fire.”

You took a long moment to remember how to use your tongue, how to speak with any confidence. Even after that, it still came out so quietly, you had to question if he heard you at all. “And if I don’t want to go with you?”

A light chuckle, in response, the noise wistful and idle and awful. “You will,” He said, the promise as hollow as he was.

“Soon enough, you'll only ever want to be by my side.”

18+ , Minors DNI

Sub! Xiao x GN! Reader

“Y-you-!” Xiao gasps, hips and thighs quivering with the sheer effort it took to hold his lower body up.

It felt so good. So good it was overwhelming..

Your soft hand that was currently wrapped tightly around his leaking cock, rapidly twisting and squeezing up and down his throbbing shaft, thumb pressing and gliding against a vein that lit his nerves on fire, made his mind gooey.

“You h-ave no r-respect for the.. the Ade- nghh..! Adepti!!”

The yakasha was practically choking on his words, drool dribbling out the side of his agape mouth, dampening the pillow below.

He couldn’t help but weakly thrust his hips while letting out the cutest mewls, fucking into your hand that was making his brain melt.

Xiao felt so exposed, so vulnerable, all he could do was claw at the sheets and whimper - blush burning his shoulders, neck, and cheeks.

Who knew such lovely sounds could be coaxed out of him through that sinful mouth of his?

Smiling, you leaned down over his arched back to press a sweet kiss at his nape, “That so?” You hummed, already amused.

“Aghh?!”

You promptly stopped your movements down below, “Hwaah.?” Next, you removed your hand from his aching cock completely.

“No!!” He whined loudly, hips subconsciously chasing after your hand for a split second just to feel your touch again.

Tears that had been welling up in his hazy eyes from the pleasure finally fell, “No, no, no, please! Please!”

“Oh no, dear. I must respect the adepti, you see? I’m sure you know best when it comes to it.” Your teasing tone made him bite his lip in regret, “I’ll take your word for it, I won’t touch you any mo-“

With a speed only he possessed, he quickly reached behind himself and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand back down to his poor, now neglected dick, “No! Please, please touch me again! Please..”

Shame bubbled in his gut, closing off his throat as he sobbed, “Please I-I need it.. please, (Y/N)...”

His voice got quieter and quieter as he begged, hips shimmying as if trying to entice you.

So cute.

Your sweet little yaksha.

“GuAHh!” He cried out the second you gave him attention again, your chest flushed with his back as you used both hands to pleasure him.

One resumed pumping him, cock slick with pre-cum, the cute wet noises from how turned on he was returning and bouncing around the room — the other switching from squeezing and massaging his sensitive balls to giving his oozing tip some much needed attention.

Perhaps, in some way, you wanted to break him, make him cum so hard he’d thank you for weeks and beg for more.

“Nn-nnGHH! A-Aah! AH! AaGh!”

The mighty Xiao, Conquerer Of Demons, was crumbling below you, completely at your mercy.

jade-encased | yan ningguang x reader

ningguang doesn't think much of your protests at all. is she not merely giving you the life you deserve? all those pesky matters, food and shelter and survival—they're long past her concerns now, so they should also be long past yours.

ningguang isn't frugal, but she isn't ostentatious either. but when it comes to you, she's willing to drape you in the finest silk, the most expensive jewels—always beautiful, never to the point of distaste, but always too heavy, too impractical.

and when you complain, tell her, "I'd like to wear my old clothes, ningguang, there's no need for all these lavish gifts," she gently touches your jaw and sighs. shakes her head tells you that it's alright, you don't have to reminisce or be afraid. you've left that life behind. you'll never have to worry about finding your next meal, shivering in the cold in a shelter that's too creaky to be sturdy.

to ningguang, mora is nice. mora is to be treasured. but it's also meant to be invested, and you're more than all the mora and wealth that ningguang has. so she'll hide you away in the safety of her jade chamber, attended to by only the most trusted in her employ. and anything you could ever want—food, dance, entertainment—she has it carried all the way up the skies of teyvat, spread out for your liking on the courtyard of the jade chamber.

ningguang will lead you by the hand, whenever she bundles you up in the cold winter air to take you outside for a breather. her fingers will rest on your shoulder, nail pricking your neck, an invisible leash at your throat as you both look down at the city. she'll tell you that this will all be hers one day, with that familiar glint in her eyes. she'll say the shadow of the jade chamber will cover all of skies above liyue and beyond, and that whatever becomes hers will be yours too.

she doesn't say that whatever is yours is hers too. she doesn't need to. the glint in her eyes is familiar for a reason. she always has it whenever she looks at you. a lidded gaze, calculating and careful and just shy of covetous, luxuriating in your presence like glaze lily in joyful song. basking in the satisfaction of knowing you will always be here, right next to her, the most lovely of all trophies in her possession.

Loved revoked privileges! I couldn't find whether you accept requests, but if yes: If/when you have time, could you do the revoked privileges for Kaeya, Zhongli, Xiao (I kinda see him breaking it off tbh not out of spite but just he's seems flighty lol, but eh who knows), and maybbbeee aether?

revoked privileges (ii)

𓍢 summary. taking away their cuddling privileges for a month after a fight had happened

𓍢 cw. grammatical mistakes may occur, usage of call signs, tiny angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

𓍢 includes. kaeya, zhongli, xiao, aether

𓍢 note. i'm happy u liked it dear anon!! thank u for the request, i hope u like it and finally here’s the part 2 u requested for!! <3

part one

KAEYA.

will probably drown himself at work

petty fights are bound to happen once you got in a relationship with the cavalry captain as he sometimes has a playful demeanor, though they aren’t as bad as you thought and will just mostly end in playful fights. however one night a fight had occur wherein kaeya crossed the line by telling something back at you, that he thinks as a ‘joke’, when in reality it wasn’t funny at all in your perspective. so when you backfired at him, that’s when the playful glint in his eyes was gone and was now replaced by annoyance

he argued of how you can’t take a little joke which of course angered you more about how he cares more about what he said rather than what you felt when he said that. emotions were scattered all over the place and rational thoughts were thrown out of the window that you shouted at him that he’s not allowed to cuddle you for a month, that you’re revoking his privileges

before he can even get the chance to comprehend what just unfold in front of him, you’re already walking past by him and making your way to your shared bedroom as the loud bang of the door brought him back from his thoughts. he was now left all alone and just let out a tired sigh. he just hopes that you will forget about what you said tomorrow, and the both of you can apologize sincerely to each other. but what he expected to happen, didn’t happen at all the next morning...

as per usual he was the first to wake up since he still has something to do at the favonius headquarters, and as per usual after being all dressed up ready to go outside, he didn’t forget to place a ‘good morning’ peck on your cheek but when he was a few centimeters away from your face you turned your back on him leaving the poor man frozen in his place like his vision. it was then that he realized that you are serious about it, still frozen in his place he slowly moved away from you before leaving you all alone in your now shared bedroom

the knights have took noticed of a slight change in their captain’s behavior but didn’t dare to know more about it further, the grandmaster tried talking to him what’s wrong but all she just got was a laugh, hell even the almighty librarian is starting to worry what happened to him all of a sudden. it was when you paid a random visit for jean, when they started connecting the dots together by how you chose to ignore him as he threw subtle glances at you before focusing again on his work, and how his hands are tempted to be placed on you when you’re in close proximity

as we all know he tends to pay visit at the tavern and as usual diluc was about to tell him off again when he noticed there was a gloom persona surrounding his brother. never was the red haired man prepared for the day he’ll see his brother all bothered up by something, that he dropped off his statement and let him order whatever wine he wants. when the month is over, expect that he will take a whole month day-off from his duties which of course a granted permission from jean as she understands what had happened between the two of you

the moment you wake up the next morning after the whole revoking month ends, you will find kaeya’s side of the bed empty but then the bedroom door will open and there he was carrying a breakfast tray with a small bouquet of calla lily flowers. you felt bad for what you did, that you couldn’t help blurting a sincere apology at him, only for the both of you to apologize at the same time before laughing and smiling once again as he finally wrapped his arms around you letting out a contented sigh. the both of you started the month with a whole cuddle session on the bed as he will hug you and spoon you from time to time. let’s just say that he isn’t planning to get the both of you out of bed together because he’s going to savor this moment from morning till night, until you have to drag him that the both of you also need to eat and take a bath

of course with kaeya being off duty from being the cavalry captain of the knights, similar to diluc he will follow you around like a lost puppy while his hands are all over you. every second, minute of the day you will be hugged and cuddled to the very max, to the point that the both of you will end up in the couch as he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck while peppering you with kisses every now and then, his teasing personality will be back again however his teasing is a little more on the cautious side, as he is careful not to repeat the same mistake again. he definitely became a spoiled brat for your cuddles the rest of the following days

“Considering that you made me suffer last month, I believe it’s time I get to be pampered and spoiled. Don’t you think?”

ZHONGLI.

will subtly pamper and follow you around

zhongli is a mature and a patient person, he keeps his rational thoughts in line whenever fights will occur between the two of you. it’s not often that the two of you fight, but when it does come around the both of you were quick to resolve it considering that the both of you are willing to see the bigger picture. as we all know, zhongli was a rather different person in his archon days so it was a surprise it came back again that time of the fight and it’s also not often that he’s busy doing his job at the parlor, however one night he came home unexpectedly late after a stressful and tired day at the parlor only to be met by you, who’s arms are crossed and are giving him the strict parent look like “where have you been? and why are you so late?”

he tried to brush you off, and told you that he will tell you the reason tomorrow because all he needs at the moment is to rest and sleep, but of course you aren’t going to let him off the hook that easily. before he can even move to the direction of the bedroom, you continued to block his way while still interrogating him with questions that he got to the point where his patience had slowly run thin that he lashed out on you with words that he didn’t even mean, you maintained your ground however you can’t help but feel hurt by his words that you shouted at him that fine you will leave him alone now, but expect that you’re taking away his cuddling privileges for a whole month. 

zhongli ignored what you backfired at him before also storming off from you and slamming the bedroom door with a loud bang, he can last a month with that, for now the objective here is he won’t last without a sleep. meanwhile you remained frozen in your place still replaying back the scenario that had happened. you weren’t even aware that a stream of tear left your eye, and it was not good to say that the night ended with your side on the bed empty, as the both of you slept separated with aching hearts

when he woke up during the morning, he expected to open his eyes with you on the bed, he expected you to exit the bathroom the same time he wakes up, all his expectations during the hours of his morning routine with you were all gone, he looked around the room and that’s when it hit him about what happened last night. 

soon guilt started appearing on his face, as he didn’t waste any moment to get out of the bed, frantically looking for you all over the house. his hopes are slowly fading away, as he starts thinking that maybe you did left him for the better, that maybe you deserve someone better, that- his thoughts were cut off with the sound of the front door opening and closing. man practically dashed to your direction, and when he was about to engulf you into a hug you moved away from him before telling him that you’ll just be in the kitchen, cooking breakfast

the silent between the two of you were too tense, that even the people in Liyue passing the both of you by can’t help but give the two of you questionable and concerned looks. however you ignored them, as you do your own things also ignoring the fact that zhongli has been following you around wherever you go, even though you already told him you will be fine on your own. he continued to dismissed that and whenever something eye catching will catch his attention that reminds him of you, he will ask the kids who are playing around in a nearby area if they can give this to you with a little letter with it, it’s either a compliment or an apology letter. deep down there is this temptation inside him of how just wants to hold your hands and kiss your forehead, muttering every now and then how sorry he was but how can he? how when you literally said a two meter distance between the two of you? poor zhongli forgotten his work just to get back his privileges

 first thing in the morning you will be treated like royalty, as he’s already sitting up on your side of the bed with a prepared tea on the bedside table. when you open your eyes, you will see him having an apologetic smile on his face as he sits you up before grabbing the both of your hands and kissing it, then kissing your forehead after, followed by a peck on the tip of your nose, as he apologizes to you that the both of you spend inside the bedroom for almost an hour. and when he finally gets to get his cuddles back? you bet that he’s ready to jump on you and give you the longest hug as if the both of you haven’t seen each other for a very long time, though he had to restrain himself for a moment as he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable by the sudden action

when the month’s over you will find yourself in a stuck situation, and by i mean stuck situation you won’t be leaving zhongli’s side anytime sooner. oh he has work? don’t worry, it’s not like he’s planning to make an excuse that your presence is “needed” when he’s doing his job. oh you’re going somewhere? it doesn’t matter how far or how near where you are going, the former archon is already standing up and is having a look in his eye that he’s waiting for you to lead the way. every now and then, he will constantly hold your hand in public however when it’s just the two of you behind closed doors, he will bear hug you. trust me he will, sometimes you will have to tell him that you can’t breathe as you’re head is placed on his chest

“My dear, you have no idea how I missed you so much. Work has been tough lately.....would you mind accompanying me?”

XIAO.

will try to break if off spoiler: it didn’t work, second option is will act that it doesn’t affect him at all

xiao was new to relationships especially when he made it official with you, his mind was on set on making sure that whatever arguments the both of you will come through, as he is determined to make it end well. you were the first person to ever make him feel this way, which is why he tries and avoids to make misunderstandings with you as much as possible since he can’t bear the thought of what will be it’s outcome. but sometimes our emotions takes the lead before our brain can even process it, so when a fight had occurred between the two of you, what you think was a minor argument turned into something bigger

the sincere hearing of both sides turned into shouts and lashes of words that weren’t even connected to the fight, that it had come to the point that xiao was so done of it that he shouted at you if you can be quiet for a moment while he gathers his thoughts, but because you were determined to defend your point, the emotions got ahead of you that you complained that he’s always like this and that, before shouting he’s not allowed to physically touch you for the whole month as you walked out of the room

xiao was left standing there all alone with his eyes wide open like a scared cat, all gathering thoughts were thrown out of the window as he looked outside the inn searching for you and when he does caught sight of your figure, he didn’t waste no time teleporting to you then and there as he tried to grab your hand in hopes of changing your mind, that the both of you can still work this out. but when he saw the tired and hurtful look in your face, he retreated his hand that maybe.....the both of you needs to have a space for the meantime before seeing each other again

he stood there once again outside of the inn, as you walked away from him. the only time he left that position was when he made sure that your figure was nowhere to be seen, that you really don’t have any plans of turning back and crashing into his arms. the outcome xiao had feared and prevented from happening, had still occurred no matter how much he avoided it

the following days was painfully slow for him, as he tried to do his usual errands. if you’re not close to the adeptus you will most likely think that nothing’s wrong with him and his just normally in his usual self, but if you look a little closer you can see how there is a pleading and desperate emotion behind his eyes, as every now and then you will see him looking out for you, looking for any signs if you will visit him in the inn like how you always do. he tried to act that there’s nothing wrong with the both of you, he tried to not let his thoughts and emotions be affected of what happen, he assured himself so many times that maybe you’re just lying about what you said. when he had caught sight of you walking to Liyue to do your usual daily errands excluding the routine of visiting xiao in the morning, he may or may not have followed you all the way despite his dislike in being caught in large crowd. he’s hands are aching to hug you, he’s aching to put and hide his face under the crook of your neck, he has to restrain himself all the way not to hug you, because he respects what you had decided on

to your surprise you may have caught sight of him being in the same place and time as you, and whenever you will just shrug him off before doing your own thing, he will stare at you. yes, he will stare at you until he finds himself pouting on his lips as if he’s telling you that he can no longer pretend that this doesn’t affect him, that he needs his cuddles right now because he feels as if there is a missing part of him

once the month ends, don’t be surprised when he’s suddenly at your doorstep or maybe had teleported in your bedroom. archons you thought that someone was trying to get inside your house past midnight but when you opened it, you didn’t have the time to react who’s outside when you were tackled to the floor. you were about to let out a scream if it wasn’t for xiao mumbling on the crook of your neck that it’s him, your favorite person in the world. the both of you stayed there for a moment before xiao let out an apology while hugging you tightly, you felt bad for what you did to him that you played with his hair as you hear him let out a sigh. a sigh that finally the suffering he had gone through is finally over, that finally this is the outcome he got. you had to tell him that you can both move to the bed because who would want to do their cuddles on the cold and hard floor right?

after the whole fiasco, do you expect to leave that bed? no, you will be not leaving that bed anytime sooner and if you complain that you need to use the restroom he insists that he will wait for you outside of the door, and when you open the door he is carrying you back to the bed before wrapping his arms once again. he will be with you wherever you go, teleportation be damned. every now and then he will link your hands together or he will constantly stare down at you as if it’s his way of telling you that it’s cuddle time for the 5th time of the day , if there will be times where you will fall asleep on his chest or when he’s spooning you, you will be able to missed out how his eyes will soften while smiling down at you genuinely. if he was to be asked, he really doesn’t mind cuddling and hugging you all day if it means he can repeat this moments again and again. he will never get tired of the sight of it

“Dear archons, how can you....a mortal make me feel this way? Not that I’m complaining about it”

AETHER.

will probably take it as your way of breaking up with him

fights with aether will probably happen very rare since most of the time he is composed and is always trying to seek what you’re trying to point out. if ever, sometimes the fight gets too heated that it really needs for the both of you to cool-off and recollect of what you just said to each other, paimon is ready to step in and stop it if she has to. it was one of those days again wherein a small fight had grew big, you see the fight was about how he won't take a break from taking commissions at the adventurer guild, even though he gives you the same reason that it will only be quick, and paimon is there with him, when at the end of the day he'll come back with scratches. he tried to calm you down that it's no big deal and he became used to it, but no this doesn't sit very well with you, knowing that his main objective here is to search clues for his twin rather than being an errand boy being bounced back and forth.

even paimon sneaked in and told him that maybe the next day, the both of them can stop taking commissions for a while and use it as the time to make it up to you, for the lost time he wasn't there for your side. aether really tried his best to not scream at you but your constant nagging was the last straw that he just let it all at the both of you, shouting words that wasn’t even meant for you in the first place. it was quiet for a moment before your emotions had also went ahead of you that you backfired at him that you’re taking away his cuddling privileges for a month before dragging paimon away from the scene. not that the little companion was complaining as she also feels terrified by aether’s sudden outburst. you know that was a childish response, but who are you to be blamed? you’re just trying to look out for him right? 

and just like that aether was left all alone once again, he was frozen for a moment and soon his own thoughts started clouding in his mind, that what if what you meant is your way of leaving him, but this time for good? are you two really done now? does that mean he’ll lose you just like how he lost his sister? what about paimon? does that also mean paimon will not be his travelling companion again? 

his whole body started shaking with fear and anxiety that he had to be noticed by venti who was just randomly passing by. venti who took noticed what might just happened asked him what’s wrong and where did you and paimon go, he wanted to speak but his mouth was shut as if the moment he starts speaking it will be turn into stutters and sobs. he had to be escorted by venti to a safe place so that he can calm down and as for the bard for once, didn’t dare speak a word about it

the next morning aether will feel lost, so lost that he felt as if his whole world was falling apart. he feels those burning tears again trying to escape his eyes, but no he has to remain strong. he has to, for the sake of both you and his sister. everyone in mondstadt were giving him worry and concerned looks, as their honorary knight seems out of character and he doesn’t show any signs of smile or laugh that it had gotten to the point that jean needs to step and intervene in what’s wrong. but when she noticed your and paimon’s absence, that’s where she starts to connect the dots

you and paimon may never noticed him, but the both of you will feel his presence as if he’s peeking in a hidden corner if the both of you are doing okay, that both of you are not in danger. man definitely pulled a kazuha and muichiro, as he even managed to follow the both of you till springvale. when you’re not looking, his eyes are soft but it holds a desperate emotion as if his telling you that maybe he can still fix this, he will if he has to. sometimes when you do get a glimpse of him, he will look away as if he’s scared to face you again, as if he’s ashamed to face you again

when the whole month’s over, you will see aether standing in front of you but he made no action of running towards you. his eyes are darting to anywhere but you, and his palms are beginning to get sweaty. you were so guilty for how much you made him think that you opened your arms as if you’re encouraging him for a hug. he widened his eyes as he hesitated but when he saw the look on your face, he literally dived in your arms and hid his face in your chest. his arms were wrapped around you that you had to barely whisper him it’s too tight, as he let out a soft apology before hugging you again but this time it’s more comfortable. the atmosphere was silent and aether took a shaky breath as if he’s ready to apologize but when he received a shush from you, you mouthed at him “it’s okay, neither the both of us wanted it to happen” and just like that you have the outlander full on sobbing at the crook on your neck

i’m pretty sure you’re already expecting a clingy aether attached to your hip 24/7. for the next few weeks he refused to do any commissions, as he gave you all his attention. he will follow you around everywhere with either his pinkies or hands linked with yours, and when he’s feeling like it he will hug you, burying your face on his chest while his chin is placed on the top of your head as he will sway the both of you side by side. hell he will even let you do his hair in any other hairstyles you would like to see him in it. aether may never say it out loud but right now all that matters is you’re with him, that both you and paimon are with him. once the journey to finding his sister ends, he’s sure she will like you and he will not hesitate to ask for your hand in marriage. after all he might have brought a ring that’s been kept by him for quite a long time, and he’s sure that it will be more prettier with your finger on it

“I love you more than you think. Once our journey ends, I can’t wait to start a new life with you”

idk if I turned on anon so please use this request and delete the other one thank you

but yeah same anon who requested pt2, idm a continuation but I had more boys in mind initially :)

“You Called, Master?” (pt. 2)

part one / part one (cont.)

characters: baizhu, itto, thoma, xiao, zhongli

summary: maid!reader walks in on their master getting off.

genre: smut

warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns); pet names (love, dear/est, darling, babe), unprotected, minor breeding (xiao), master-maid dynamic; not proofread!!

note: apologies for the long wait!! i’ve been dealing with some mental and physical health issues these past few months, so i’m just now working on a bunch of requests! oh, and congrats to itto for getting his own section <3

your master was… eccentric, to say the least. you weren’t quite sure how he could afford to pay you, considering you rarely ever saw him taking on work. despite his repeated lateness in providing a paycheck, your master as a kind and lively man - he treated you more as an old friend than a servant. you were finishing up the last of your daily chores when you heard your master gasp in his room. believing him to be injured, you rushed inside, only to find your master sprawled out atop his bed with his dick in his hand.

— itto was in shambles, letting out low groans and sighs as his nails left crescent-shaped marks in your skin. he held your thighs in an iron grip as he fucked himself stupid between them, so selfishly refusing to bury himself inside you despite your whines and begs for him to do so. “not yet… don’ wanna spoil all the fun, right?” your master chuckled between labored breaths, your only respite being the sensation of his cock sliding against your pussy lips. you sobbed, “master, please” and the oni felt his resolve growing weak. “alright-alright babe…” he hushed you, spreading your thighs as he repositioned. “i’ll give you what you want, huh? just don’t come cryin’ to me when it’s too much…” he punctuated his warning with a snap of his hips, bottoming out in a single thrust. your master uttered string of low curses at the sheer tightness, even as you begged for more still. one shallow thrust was all it took for him to fall apart. “okay-okay– jus’ lemme know if i’m too rough. wouldn’t want to break you so soon…”

this was so inappropriate, he was well aware - you didn’t even belong to him. you were employed by another, a master who had no interest in taking you for themselves. he fantasized about you being his, calling him your master and surrendering yourself to him fully. what would you look like on your knees for him? smiling so sweetly, taking his cock between your lips and sucking him off like a good little maid? he didn’t realize that he let out a low groan of your name until he heard a gasp from the doorway.

— thoma was so sweet, so slow while sliding into your slick folds, sighing when he finally bottomed out. “you– hahh– you feel amazing…” he whined after the first thrust, his head spinning and cock twitching inside you. “so good… for your master, huh?” his voice cracked - it hadn’t even been a minute, and he was already broken. with your skirt bunched up and balled in his fists, he tried to control his growing urge to pound you into the futon. but, when you moaned “master thoma” oh so prettily… he inhaled slowly and mumbled a quick apology before pulling out and slamming back in balls deep. “never felt this good…” the room was filled with the lewd noise of skin against skin as he fucked all of his fantasies into you, caring little for the other servants who might hear. what were they going to do, remove the kamisato clan’s finest retainer for claiming what was his? thoma couldn’t recall the last time he felt so possessive. “gonna cum? please, please cum on my dick! c’mon, love, i want it so bad…”

— xiao didn’t know how to react when you laid yourself out for him. you, his pretty little mortal, all on display… he wasn’t gentle with his first thrust, his mind too preoccupied with thoughts of filling your cunt over and over again. “fuck– i should be your master, i should be the one takin’ care of you…” he had an iron grip on the sheets as he pounded into you relentlessly, savoring every moan and sob of his name that left your lips. “say you’re mine, mortal… say you belong to me…” he burrowed his face in the crook of your neck and groaned, rutting into you so forcefully that the headboard hit the wall every other thrust. xiao couldn’t get enough, he felt drunk every time your pussy sucked him back in. you thanked the divine that wangshu inn was in such a remote location; if there were any guests tonight, their slumbers would surely be disturbed by the adeptus staking his claim on you. “you better not have an early morning tomorrow, ‘cause i don’t plan on letting you rest until the sun is up…”

your master was always such a gentleman. never asking too much of you, never talking to you unkindly, always offering you fresh tea during your breaks… yes, you were very thankful to be employed by such a kind man. one can imagine your surprise when you entered his home office, expecting to see your master hard at work as per usual. instead, you were greeted with the sight of your master, with his head tilted back against his office chair and mouth agape as he sighed while stroking himself.

— zhongli was a traditional man in everything but payment - all of your paychecks were signed by his boss or a mysterious “friend.” you had to admit, there was nothing traditional about the way he held your head, his slender fingers using your hair to force you up and down his shaft. “apologies, dearest–” he groaned, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. “i’ll make sure that you are compensated handsomely for this…” your master’s hips stuttered, a raspy sigh spilling from his lips. you soon learned that your “compensation” was sitting in your master’s lap with his cock stuffed impossibly deep, making you squirm and bite your lip to muffle the obscene noises you let out every time you dropped your hips. “there you go, ah– good, just like that…” his gloved hands dug into the flesh of your ass as he helped you lift yourself up, your legs already thoroughly spent due to your master’s demand that you cum twice for every time he does. “you’ve done so well for me, dear… i believe a raise will be in order after tonight.”

— baizhu was gentle as he pushed down against your shoulders, his eyes unmoving as you lowered to your knees. he was always kind, always attentive to your needs as you are to his. but, right now, your master was focused on chasing his own high rather than attending to you. “good, good… you’re doing so well, darling…” he cooed as you sucked him off, with one hand tangled in your hair and the other wiping away the drool at the side of your mouth. the slide of your warm tongue against his shaft was all it took for your master’s hips to buck up from his chair and a stuttering gasp to leave his parted lips. “oh– someone’s a fast learner, hm?” he let out a breathless chuckle and affectionately carded his fingers through your hair once more. “now, now… let’s take this slow,” his gentle grip tightened as he guided your head at a far more languid pace, drawing out his own orgasm - and by extension, yours. you let out a pathetic moan around his cock, a beg for him to pick up the pace. “we have all day to play, darling… no need to rush.”

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Your heart. 

thinking about being apprentice to a tailor in mondstadt; perhaps with one with a sterling reputation, who deals with the elite, the powerful, and anyone who can afford to have their clothes tailored instead of simply making do and mend.

measuring up diluc’s inseam, when your master tells you to do that because he’s getting old and his hands are cramping, and how diluc’s cheeks flood red at it. carefully wrapping your tape measure about jean’s bust whilst she remains as stately and as self-assured as ever, though you can see her eyes look heavy and your gentle touches seem to make her want to fall asleep. feeling kaeya’s muscles flex beneath his loose shirt as you measure the span of his back and he chuckles and says ‘don’t be scared, sweetheart. you can get up close and personal with me, i don’t mind a bit’. fingers brushing lisa’s bare thigh over her stockings as you check a hem-line and you begin to get all flustered whilst she just smiles knowingly down at you.

ah. how often you find yourself wordless and embarassed. how much gossip you must pick up on. and how intimately you have grown to know certain details about people (kaeya asks for his trousers to cling tightly to his rear. diluc’s shirts need more give across the shoulders to allow for ease of movement wielding a claymore. lisa has a mole on her right breast that she prefers her neckline cover up. albedo’s shorts need to be let out in the crotch area, or they’re too tight for him there and he risks letting people see more of him than they should)–