— 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄.

Title: Clipped Wings.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Obsessive Behavior and Implied Imprisonment.

Ayato thought he might’ve loved you most, in moments like this.

Quiet and still, tucked safely into his bed, your eyes shut and your breathing steady and your body curled into his side. Your clothes had been left elsewhere, most likely in a heap on the floor or splayed across some inconsequential piece of furniture, allowing your skin to press against his without barriar, and he did what he could to savor your warmth without disturbing you, without doing anything to change the way your head rested on his chest or how your arms wrapped around his midriff – your hold on him growing tighter as you rested.

You were beautiful, exhausted and at peace, and he knew you’d be beautiful in the morning, too, as your rubbed the sleep from you eyes and buried your face in his neck, and the next day, when you’d take him by the hand and drag him off to do something that you’d never done before, whether that meant venturing into Inazuma City for another night of saké and street food or convincing an easily-swayed captain to ferry you over to Kannazuka Island to chase after vague rumors of abandoned mines and dead gods left to rot. Off to do something new, whatever that happened to entail.

If he had his way, this would last forever. Just the two of you, caught up in each other’s embrace, waiting for morning to come with a tempered sort of excitement. Together, with you by his side and him by yours, until the Gods eroded into nothing and all of Teyvat ceased to be.

Hah.

As if you would ever be so merciful.

You’d been clear about your intentions from the start. An adventurer, you’d called yourself, despite your refusal to associate with any recognizable guild or clan – a thrill-seeker travelling with the sole intention of seeing everything and doing everything. You’d been so blunt, admitting that you’d only come to Inazuma by chance, openly regarding his title and his disposition as little more than eccentricities to be examined and adored until something else, something more interesting came along. He was sure you would’ve loved Ayaka’s modest valiance, fawned over Thoma and all his many contradictions, but Ayato thought it would be wise to keep you to himself, for the time being. To protect his own pride, if not to draw out the remnants of your fleeting attention.

You were like a bird of the isles, flitting from place to place, satisfied never to build a nest of your own. Tonight, you might be content to perch yourself on his shoulder, to sing your sweetest song for him and no one else, but the moment something more rare, something more captivating, something more interesting caught your eye, you’d be off, looking for another place to roost – all while Ayato faded into little more than a distant memory. If you'd even remember him at all.

You’d been honest enough about that, too, speaking at length about all your many ‘friends’ in distant nations, comparing his estate to the sprawling manors of Mondstadt and the shinning chambers floating above Liyue’s harbor. You were happy to find yourself in his bed now, sure, and he had no doubt that you held some form of fondness for him when he felt your fingers in his hair and your lips on his, but already, he knew you were making other plans, wondering aloud if they accepted weary travelers on Watatsumi Island or how difficult it would truly be to make the acquaintance of the priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine. He knew it was only your nature, that you meant him no harm by planning your departure so plainly, but he couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit hurt. He couldn’t help but feel like his precious songbird was simply biding its time, waiting for an opprotunity abandon him.

A small, prying part of him was tempted to panic, to rush, to try and hold your attention for just a few more days, whether he had to plan an impromptu festival or burn the Almighty Shogun’s palace to the ground with his own two hands. If he gave you something to do, if he made sure you were well-occupied and, more importantly, well-entertained, then you might stay, might continue to let him bask in your bright laughter and sun-like warmth for just a while longer. It was a childish kind of hope, born of an adolescence with too little company and too many burdens. He knew better than to think it would be so easy. He knew better than to think that simply delaying your withdrawal would make it any less painful.

No, no. Ayato wasn’t so naïve. Ayato knew this wouldn't be so simple.

Ayato knew that, even with the most guilded cage he was able to provide, his songbird would still eventually fly away from him, and he'd be the one left longing for your music.

A longing he knew, already, that he wouldn't be able to endure.

You stirred as he sat up, but your eyes remained closed and you didn’t wake up. With no small amount of hesitation, he called out to the man he knew would be on the other side of his bedroom door – just where Ayato had asked him to be, should he make up his mind about just what to do with you before sunrise. “Thoma?”

There was a slight delay, a muffled voice. "Lord Kamisato?”

“Find a healer. Bring them to my door and keep them on standby, but don’t let anyone in until I tell you to do so.”

“Of course, my lord.”

Ayato waited until Thoma's footsteps were completely out of earshot, then raised his right hand - watching as a thin stream of water climbed his wrist, curled around his fingertips, and began to take shape in the palm of his hand. Such literal hydro manifestations had never been his specialty, but he was willing to push the limits of his abilities, if only for a few minutes. And a blade was such a simple tool, made to fill such a simple role – even the most inexperienced of vision users should’ve been able to summon one at will. He was sure he could manage, for your sake.

After all, the was only one way to truly keep a songbird caged, and that was to remove its wings entirely.

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

ya’ll horn knee for the alkemist

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Well here’s more food

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Turn around.” He ordered.

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

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

—

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

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

“Mhng~!” 

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

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

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

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

“Faster, huh...?” 

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

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

Faster,

Deeper,

More,

More

More...!

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

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

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

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

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

No.

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

𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑, 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.

pairing. venti, afab reader

warnings & contents. breeding. overstim. obsession. delusional venti. squirting. not proofread (wrote this at 2 am)

synopsis. just some headcanons of sagau yandere jealous venti who’s completely in love with you :)

notes. i have been obsessed with sagau lately and only see v few works :(( here i am satiating my need to read more sagau (when there’s none to read anymore) through writing one myself

wc. 1.5k

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OF ALL THINGS, I BECAME A SEELIE!

Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make him fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

➸ Aether, Dainsleif.

➸ Gender-neutral reader.

➸ Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow.

#AETHER

You were ecstatic when Aether chose you over the purple seelie; you didn’t want to be trapped in the glass container you had been captured in for an eternity shortly after being isekai’d into Genshin Impact.

Aether would be surprised by your immense enthusiasm to travel with him, and he laughs softly when you nuzzle his cheek. He certainly picked an affectionate seelie and doesn’t regret his choice at all.

Your intelligence comes as another surprise for him. He knows that seelies are good at finding treasures, but you seem to be a special case as the intelligence you possess is on par with a human’s. You’d help him solve the complicated puzzles scattered around Inazuma, and you don’t hide like his other pets when monsters show up! Like a true companion, you float by his side in battle, empowering him with your moral support. He truly appreciates you.

Aether takes really good care of you, and even Paimon pointed out how he seems to love you more than her. You don’t need to eat as a seelie, but he sometimes forgets that and ends up pushing the food he made against your blob-like body, earning a squeak of protest from you. He also tends to sleep while hugging you like a teddy bear; he didn’t think you were one to enjoy cuddles until he found you all nestled up in his arms one morning.

You’re an adorable and smart seelie, so of course you’d attract the attention of his friends. Childe complimented you on how brave you are to not poof out of existence when there’s danger, and Xiangling commented on how chewy you look… However, Aether’s greatest concern is Ayato; when the Yashiro Commissioner noticed how intelligent and loyal you are, he kept trying to bargain with Aether to keep you as his pet. Of course, Aether would shoot him down every time whilst holding you protectively.

Aether is used to people leaving him - but after embarking on many adventures with you as an extra companion, he can’t imagine things ever being the same if you suddenly disappeared one day. You’ve become an important presence in his life and he swears to protect you from Ayato. You and Paimon will always be with him, right? He didn’t realise he asked the question out loud until he feels you press against his lips, causing his cheeks to flush happily.

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tw/cw: implied nsfw, 18+ only, marking, mostly fluff + yearning

SCARAMOUCHE can’t love you the way a human can.

he won’t tell you how much your presence soothes him, why he constantly seeks you out to give you inane orders, missions. he can’t tell you what he really thinks of you—you smell nice, your hand in his is warm, you make him feel something in his chest that he swore was long ago discarded. so he hides his kindness, his ever-so-fallible emotions, behind his lightning strikes.

“tsk, you’re such an idiot.” “are you really going to ask me a question you already know the answer to?” “get over here. don’t make me repeat myself.”

he thinks you’re a fool. it is one thing to love him as a god, to revere him and dedicate your life to him—but to love him as a man, in a human way? idiotic. absurd.

scaramouche is so used to people leaving him, discarding him once they grow bored or he loses his usefulnesss. he is not too much of a liar to acknowledge the fear exists in him: that one day you may do the same—leave him, discard him once you see how truly inferior he is to others.

it is hard enough to be a puppet whose strings were cut once, but to lose your audience too? it’s as if the world is crashing down on him once more.

but scaramouche wants so desperately to prove that he exists, that only he can bestow upon you the greatest ecstasy. that only he can fulfill you, leave his mark on you. he bites hard, he grips fiercely. he leaves a myriad of hickeys over every inch of you, marks you hard enough to leave purple splotches in the shape of his fingertips, angry red streaks down your back. when the marks disappear, he leaves more. and more.

they’re not going to fade like he had—you’re not going to forget him like his creator had. every day you should be reminded of how deeply he’s ingrained himself into you, how you’ll never be the same without him. he makes sure of it.

but he wonders sometimes if he should give into that softness that you awaken in him. when you’re lying bared before him, resting peacefully (something he never has to do). he likes observing you sleep, something so very human and mundane. something he would scorn to tell you if you were aware of it. brushing a strand of hair from your face, tracing patterns down your side, gripping the plushness of your thigh, he draws you closer to him this way.

in these moments, he thinks that if he had a heart, you would certainly have a tight hold on it.

that only makes him yearn for one even more.

ii. to the enduring emperor: mercy, mercy. | yan zhongli x reader

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

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

notes: adeptus!reader. light hints of guizhong x reader and zhongli x guizhong, if you squint. good things come in threes, after all. not sure if I should write part 3, so feedback/ideas very much appreciated!

word count: 3.5k

When Guizhong dies, your world tilts.

Dear friend… I will be departing first. Those are the last words of your beloved Lord of Dust, before she dissolves into the finest particles. Before she’s dissipated by the grieving wind.

You kneel on wilted glaze lilies, clutching at her fragmenting pieces. Do not go, my lady, you weep. Not without me. But she does not answer. Morax stands beside you, eyes unblinking. He is so very still, inanimate rock to your wrecked sobs. Even when Guizhong had embraced him with her crumbling body, whispered in his ears for a last farewell, he had not said anything.

But beneath it, you know. He is also wavering. He is also dying. Morax remains unblinking, for fear of forgetting. He is memorizing. Memorializing.

As an immortal, you were not familiar with death. So rarely do the adepti die. But in this war, you learn different. You learn that the adepti are immortal until slain. You learn that the gods are powerful, but not powerful enough.

There is a limit to all.

Cursed with this knowledge, you can only watch, a helpless observer, as your lord fades into nothing. You watch as the Guili Assembly is halved—and your heart along with it. Cut into two. Half ground to dust.

The flooded plains are abandoned. The wild glaze lilies are no more. Your sovereigns, supposed eternal and forever under your protection, dwindles from two to one.

Even now, the world is still off-axis. Still tilted.

Millennia pass, but you never learned how to upright it. How to mend it.

In some ways, after Guizhong’s death, Morax is the same. Off-axis. Off-kilter. Broken marble warped into obsidian. One lord dead, the other descending into madness. The assembly disassembled, including Morax’s sanity.

Perhaps Guizhong took it with her when she died.

ꕥ

You do not notice the change wrought upon Morax until much, much later.

It starts small. So small you think nothing of it. After all, it is merely the compassion of a lord in caring for his people. That explains his growing reluctance in sending you into frontlines of the Archon War, as Liyue begins to find its footing again after the flood of Guili Plains.

So, in the beginning, you think nothing of his suffocating concern. Your lord becomes ever-present at your side, coiling dragon of stone wrapped around the clouds above you, as your gleaming blade dances and clashes against enemy gods. However, slowly but surely, stone spears are the first to pierce the heart of any who dare to intrude your vicinity. Your sword becomes dull. It no longer sings.

But when you bring this up to Cloud Retainer, she brushes you off. “You think too much. Rex Lapis is merely concerned for your safety.”

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consensual somnophilia w scara?

Sure thing! Fem reader ahead. I was giggling when I wrote this 🤭 900 wc.

Yandere scummy Scaramouche who wakes up in a cold sweat, shooting up into a sitting position and trying to steady his, for some reason, very unbalanced breathing. He can feel a deep and hot flush on his cheeks, as well as the slight trembling below his knees— and of course, how could he ignore the way his dick so uncomfortably prods against his now painfully tight underwear. It hurts, a lot— so it’s no surprise how he restlessly shoves the weight of the heavy counterpane off his body and hurriedly pulling the fabric of his boxers down his legs, and lettings his throbbing cock spring out and slump against his abdomen. He silently lets out a small grunt of satisfaction, and even in the dim lighting from the moon that slightly peaks through the blinds, Scaramouche can still, clear as day, see the way his cock twitches happily now that it no longer suffocating in his pants.

Scaramouche brings up his hand and lets it tussle in his messy and unkept hair, pushing away the loose strands that covered his eyes. It’s quiet, the only sound being an occasional wind breeze that flows past the open window, the rustling of the sheets when his toes decide to completely disobey his bodily control and curl at the tension of his antsy erection— and the faint sound of steady and balanced breathing coming from the space beside him. He blinks, and cautiously turns his head to the side where he’s met with the sight of you, laying on your side and so comfortably snuggled under the blankets, seemingly without a single care in this god forsaken world.

You’re still asleep, that’s good, he would just hate for you to awaken with all the consistent fidgeting he’s doing. As silently as he can be, he slowly places his hands onto the area of the mattress behind him, and gets into position to lay back down— this time however, he’s turning onto his side and shimming his way closer to your body, carefully manoeuvring his way under the covers and pressing his slim chest flat up against your back. You just feel so warm and cozy as he wraps his slender arms around your waist, how your hair smells so heavenly when he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck and deeply inhaling, the pattern of your calm and gentle breathing feels so comforting against his front that he can’t help but reach down to spread apart your legs and direct his cock to slid in between your thighs.

His mouth is right up against your ear— but with the way the warm and smooth skin of your thighs squeezes his dick in so tight has him letting out a some what load moan that he couldn’t manage keep down. It just feels so fucking good that he starts rutting his hips against your ass, letting his cock slip in and out of the gap in your legs and rubbing so tenderly against your clothed pussy. He’s genuinely surprised you haven’t woken up due to all the moans he’s whining into your ear, or the way the bed had started to violently creek as he hard started to speed up, but he’s glad either way.

Although Scaramouche absolutely adores having his arms wrapped snugly around your beautiful waist, he lets his hand drop from your hip and clumsily crawl down to your underwear— finally taking note of the lack of clothing you had on— or rather, didn’t have on. No pants? That has him pressing a shambolic and tired kiss onto your neck and smiling so sloppily into your skin. “… thank you, Angel. Thank you so much, always me feel so fucking pleased, so…—” he has to stop his rambling so he can catch his breath. He could feel it, how his thrusts has started to become sloppier, his throat dry and his voice hoarse, he’s not sure if his vision is hazy due to his sudden wave of fatigue, or the fact that there are pleasure tears pooling on the water line of his eyes. One thing he does know is that he’s so close to cumming when he feels his orgasm slowly creeping up his nerves. “… so over the moon.”

What does manage to set him off though, is the way you shift your body in your unconscious state and thrust your hips back into his own, unknowingly matching the pace of his thrusts and clamping your plush thighs acceptingly around his cock. He cracks, a pathetic sob falls from his lips as he squirts his cum all over you and the bed sheets that you sleep so elegantly on. “Oh god… my fucking god…” he knows it will take a while for him to catch his breath, so he just lays behind you and pulls you closer into his embrace, letting his head fall onto your pillow and stuffing his face into your hair. “T-thank you… thank you so much… but I— I can’t… I want— no I…”

“I need more, please…” he’s not sure how the sudden wave of desire had fallen onto him again so suddenly— but as he finds himself once again ramming his aching cock between your thighs like a bunny in heat, he knows this little boost of energy that he had mysteriously acquired just now, would not end any time soon— definitely not with the way you let out cute little whimpers of your own when he reaches down to slide your slightly damp panties, down your legs. “Please— just the tip… I’ll only put the tip in this time, I swear…”

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don’t mind me— I’m just casually spreading my megane scara agenda 😎

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

˖˚˳⊹how they kiss you during sex headcanons feat. itto : kazuha : ayato : kaeya : diluc : gorou : dainsleif : xiao : childe : zhongli feat. fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw

animalistic kisses with itto because he's way too overwhelmed with the pleasure he's feeling right now. Unable to comprehend a single thing except his cock sliding in and out of you so fucking nicely while you're whimpering against his ear. It's more teeth than anything and he uses his tongue a lot, expect your lips to be wet as fuck once he's done with you.

passionate kisses with kazuha because of the love he feels towards your being and the act on itself. For him, it's all about communication and feelings, loves when you tell him how to pleasure you against his lips. Tends to nib on your lower lip while thrusting into you slowly and sensually. Uses his tongue most of the time because of its intimacy.

short pecks with ayato because he's way too focused on fucking into your cunt. Legs thrown over his shoulders lazily while he holds you down on your waist, gradually bringing the both of you to a breathtaking climax. If you reach your hands up to his face because you're in need of some ayato kisses, he'll gladly do it and place light kisses all over your face to coax out a smile from you. Though he isn't a big kisser during the act, when it comes to aftercare, that's a whole different story I still got to tell.

sucking on your tongue with kaeya because he's just a cheeky asshole like that. He's practically begging you to open up your mouth and stick your tongue out for him to admire. He's balls deep inside of you, throbbing hole grabbing him like a vice and once he's sucking on your tongue, he can practically feel you orgasm all over him. And he knows, he's an absolute natural at this, very confident in his abilities, just the right amount of tongue, saliva, and movement from our cavalry captain.

neck kisses with diluc because he's way too embarrassed to show you his blushed face. An angry red decorating his cheeks with such intensity that he'd rather die than show you his flushed out face, he's just way too adorable. Will nibble on your earlobe and use his tongue a lot on your neck, trailing wet kisses up and down your collarbone as well, knowing exactly on where to find your sweet spot. Neck kisses are connected with passion so expect a lot of that.

whiny kisses with gorou because the way you ride him is way too much for him to take, it's beyond him now, really. He'll reach over to your face to grab it so he can push you down to feel your lips against his own. It's not much tongue or anything, he'll whine in between kisses as he's chanting your name over and over again. You're running your fingers through his hair and graze his chin to calm him down while he's continuing to be a shaky mess, unable to get enough of you, ever.

breath kissing with dainsleif because the emotions he's feeling in that moment won't compare to anything else he has ever felt before. When you inhale, he inhales, matching your breathing as the both of you look into each others eyes, locking eyes while he's fucking you deep and slow. In combination with hands-holding and lingering gazes, all of that makes the kiss so much more electric when it actually happens.

bite kisses with xiao because sometimes he gets too caught up in the heat of the moment, completely forgetting that you're not unbreakable. He won't go overboard though, since he would never hurt you in any way. Expect a lot of tugging and sucking against your lower lip, biting down too but never too hard. Obviously uses his teeth more than his tongue because he's still not quite used to it yet.

licking your lips with childe because he's all about using his tongue a lot, there isn't anything that arouses him more than a kiss that's wet and filled with sexual tension. So fucking erotic in his eyes. Before he'd deepen the kiss, he'll lick over your lower lip sensually, slightly biting down so you'll open up your mouth, and once you do he's already pushing his tongue inside of you. He's careful with his teeth but will use his saliva and spit in your mouth but only if you're into it.

forehead kisses with zhongli while he's holding your hands above your head, sloppily fucking into your hole that's dripping wet, your juices coating his heavy balls that would smack against you while whining out his name to tell him it's too much. Once he's heard you whine like that he'll move down to your face, giving your forehead a quick peck and finishing it off with whispering against your abused lips that you can handle it.

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please consider; tighnari having nesting behaviour. he cannot help but want to be somewhere … comfortable. safe. somewhere that smells good. consider, too, this behaviour getting even worse as his rut approaches - because of course he needs to have somewhere exceedingly soft and private to pin you beneath him and breed you and get out all of that needy energy–

but also consider: you and he are not yet in a relationship, and though he can feel the grip of his ‘sensible’ nature loosening, he is above all a Nice Young Man. as much as he may want to, he can’t simply drag you away for the duration of his rut and have his way with you. 

now. his ears are sensitive; so is his nose. and the smell of you, the scent of you wafting over towards him when you lean in to give him a report of your patrol or shyly sit beside him or ask him a question … it’s almost enough to push him over the edge. so what if he kept the cardigan you’d once shrugged off, complaining it was too hot (and then complaining you could never find it again). so what if he kept a towel you used to dry off after accidentally falling into the ravine when searching for lunar lotus for him - the laundry haven’t noticed it’s gone missing. it’s just one towel, rangers go through so many of them …

and so what, too, if one day whilst you’re out he slips into your little tent. so what if he reaches into your laundry basket and takes a few … mementos. buries his face into them, tail swishing from side to side in pleasure, ears twitching. you’ll be too embarrassed to mention it–

and it’s fine, too, if he spends his rut with one pressed against his face and the other wrapped around his cock whilst he imagines he’s fucking into you instead of his own fist, face flushed, eyes squeezed closed, his high-pitched whining caught by the fabric that still smells like you. nobody has to know.