Its Time For The Girls To Admit That Armin Is Not Some Sweet And Innocent Little Angel. That Man Is Most

its time for the girls to admit that Armin is not some sweet and innocent little angel. that man is most certainly a demon when you get him out of his shell..like he is NASTYYYY 😫

themes: rough sex, aggressive and degrading armin, choking, spit play, bulging, unprotected sex, throat fucking, daddy’s used like twice, pet names (and name calling) him being a sadist and an asshole, along with some other shit

he’s been your friend for years and granted, for a long time, that’s all you saw him as. Quiet, sweet, reliable Armin..who never made too much of a fuss about anything. He was the shy one, the timid boy who didn’t like trouble (which was much more than what could be said of his other buddies.) honestly, you preferred it though.

but it’s one night, when the two of you are quietly studying that it all changes and things get very intense..very quickly!

one minute, the two of you are nose deep in your textbooks and the next, he’s balls deep in you, trying to put you through his fucking mattress like he’s got something to prove. Your nails clawing at his sides, tapping at his abs to slow down but he’s not letting up..

“You better move that fucking hand if you know what’s good for you..it’s not stopping shit so put it down.”

instead, he’s slamming that thick, throbbing cock into your tight little pussy, that’s already sore and soaking wet from his pounding. He’s got your legs pinned back; opened wide so you can both watch all eight inches of him pulsating through the pit of your stomach. His thumb pad rolling against your already sensitive clit as his lips pressed to your gold chain laced ankle and soft instep, thanks to that foot and white painted toes pressed to his chest.

“..hngh! Arminnnn..fuck!”

coaxing out another stream of squirt to join the several others he’s induced out of you with those long, rhythmic thrusts. Even taking that big dick of his out to tap the tip against your folds and make it worse.

the result of constant teasing…swearing that he wasn’t capable of piping you like this. However, he was more than happy to debunk that claim and trust, it didn’t help when you confessed to fucking a friend of his. So he was extra motivated to make you his for good.

“Yes, baby. Keep crying for me..keep begging ‘cause it only turns me on.”

the sight of watching you twitch and flail around amuses him, so much so..he’s put it back in mid orgasm and feels that cunt clamping the base of his shaft. Clasping a hand around your throat, he leans down and snakes his tongue into your mouth; feeding you sloppy kisses and deep strokes.

“Besides, this is exactly what you wanted, right? For me to show you I wasn’t pussy..that I could fuck you better than anyone you’ve ever been with? Well tell me, sweetheart…did I?”

“Y-yes! It’s so good, daddy…fuck!”

laughing and taunting as he slightly restricts your breathing for his own pleasure, watching your brown eyes roll back as you claw at his wrists, shaking your head profusely. It feels so damn good and he’s definitely gotten his point across but he’s far from finished..

in fact, he knows just how he wants to use you next..finally releasing, he moves those same fingers to the side of your face with a few light taps.

“..good answer. Now get up, I’m not done with you.”

his voice much lower in pitch and honestly, deep enough to cause a twitch between your thighs. This new side of him were both frightening and fucking sexy. Grasping the top of your head, he reluctantly pulls out and repositions you to the edge of the bed with your head dangling from it.

once he crawls off the bed, all you see is that massive dick dangling in front of your face and his hands cupped around the back of your neck to support your already dizzy head.

wasting not another second, he places that tip and shaft into your mouth and begins pumping. Not even an hour ago, he was your homeboy and now, you were nothing more than a useless hole to him. An object, a toy to play with and take out all of his frustrations..

he’s having his way and you love it. It’s a given at this point that no one will be able to top him. You could fuck his whole crew and not one could ever compare..

the gulping noises and sloppy sounds of you sucking his cock are driving him crazy. He’s mad with lust and power, having this much dominion over one person’s body. Watching as he sees himself bulge into the center of your throat. Tears streaming down your cheeks only adding fuel to the burning fire.

he can hear you faintly whimpering and whining, causing vibrations around his length. Even clawing at the sheets momentarily but as you’ve come to learn, he doesn’t give a single, secular fuck about your feelings right now.

it didn’t matter how much you gagged, spat or even slapped at his muscular thighs. You were his until he grew bored and let you go.

“I don’t need to hear all that whining, bitch. I need you to eat this dick up..hell, throw up on it for all I care. You just better suck that nut out when I say so.”

the way he’s talking to you, it’s too much to bare…you’ve never seen him so aggressive, so mean and so…focused. But God, do you not want it to end anytime soon. He could have it all night if that’s what he wanted. Just to ensure that the inside of those jaws are nice and lubricated, he tugs out for a split second only to replace it with a long string of his saliva before shoving it back in.

this time, he’s going deeper and a lot faster. Grunting loudly, going crazy until he began to slow up and eventually, hold it in place for a minute. You could feel him sitting stagnant in the back of your throat until there was another faint twitch and his thumbs pressing gently into the sides of your neck.

“…hold still.” The last words he uttered before letting out a loud, guttural moan and a stream of milky cum into your mouth..making you swallow every drop as he emptied his balls. Tossing his head back as he cried out, letting the silky remnants slip down your throat.

“That’s right, swallow it..”

once he finished, you were given a very brief break while he decided his next move. Coughing and heaving, you’d lean back up, trying to catch your breath for a second. But there was no rest for his little slut quite yet. Giving you two light love taps, Armin ushered you to your knees and on all fours.

he’d place his palm into the center of your back to get the arch exactly as he wanted it and from there, he’d prepare to glide back in. Just to make sure that you stayed put, he raise his leg and press it to your head before tugging both arms backwards.

he was straight dogging your shit and at this rate, you wouldn’t be able to move afterwards…a risk well worth the reward.

“..just in case you wanna run from me.” bending down to whisper in your ear before proceeding to push himself in all the way one last time. And if you thought for a second he’d take it easy, you were sadly mistaken. With that thick ass bouncing off the base of his cock, he’d drill your pussy, back with those same strokes that had beaten it sore the first time around.

with all of your limbs in his grasp, (y/n) was only left with the option to scream face first into the sheets to let out those moans and let him know how wonderful of a job he was doing. In and out..one stroke right after the next, he was met with your tight grip and gushy cream all over him. He couldn’t help but to act crazy about it..

“Oh fuuuck..you’re such a perfect fit, baby. It’s like this pussy was made just for me..” crying out as he kneaded his nails into your hips and fucked up into you with all that he had. It was the mist soft and vulnerable you had seen him since this little sex session. It just wouldn’t remain that way..

switching his foot with his fingers, Armin bent down and snatched your head up yet again, as if he were trying to tug the hair from your scalp. Barely coherent, you were met with his very menacing glare and smile.

“Which means I better not catch you giving it to anybody else again. Understood?..” the words resonating throughout your body like a spell he had cast and there was no way you were breaking it.

“I said do you understand? Talk..”

“Yes, daddy. It’s your pussy..it’s all yours..”

between the weight of his body burrowing down on you and the intense pressure swelling in your heat, you couldn’t handle another second and after hearing you make that statement, neither could he.

he felt on top of the world.

curling over your entire frame, Armin made a few more final strokes before commanding that you come all over his dick and you didn’t hesitate.

“Oh my God! I’m coming..” screaming with all that you had left, (y/n) let out the last of the wetness onto his shaft and the sheets. Falling limp shortly thereafter, you’d feel yourself become less full.

but you’d hear those sexy grunts of his rang out again as he jerked his cock, wringing his wrist around until your back was met with the warmth of that white cream against your perfect brown skin.

it was a beautiful sight and one he wanted to see whenever he felt like from now on…

“..who’s soft now, sweetheart?”

[ - Haunted Dolls au - ]

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Warnings/Tags: Fem!reader, Horror elements, Gore, Multiple sensitive themes, Modern au, Obsession / possessive themes, dark themes, dead dove do not eat

Summary: Your grandfather makes dolls for a living. Dolls that are made out of porcelain are carefully made and painted. Dolls that your grandfather could hear voices too.

Characters: Zhongli, Venti, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe / Tartaglia, Ayato, Thoma and more

Tag: #Genshin haunted dolls au * Note that I do not add everything thing on the list below. Some are just too short to add to the list so you will find everything in the hastag.

+ Haunted Dolls ;; multiple + Your Grandfather's gift ;; Zhongli + The Wisp ;; Venti + The Family ;; Ayato - Ask: Faceless Ayato + The Dark Basement ;; Childe / Tartaglia + He waits patiently ;; Thoma + Breathless dream ;; Kazuha + They are scared. ;; multiple + Hello our little one ;; Zhongli, Venti + 11 dolls in the basement ;; Il Dottore + His Name ;; Scaramouche + Ask: A doll hidden within the pyramid ;; Cyno + Ask: A bad end? + Ask: An intruder + Ask: A princess.... + Under the tree ;; Kaeya (coming soon) + Seeking him ;; Il Dottore (coming soon)

Old ver (original ver) but technically not related to the current story. + Play Dolls ;; Zhongli, Venti, Childe, Kaeya and Diluc

Not So Divine- Part 1

SAGAU! Genshin x GN! Reader // TW!! Religious Themes, Cultish Themes, Violence (nothing crazy or gore-y though!!), Slight Cursing, Very Soft Yandere Type Actions

Next Part Here! 

Introduction:

Windwheel asters spun and cecelias swayed in their pots and planters in response to the sound of the strange foreigner’s laughter that was currently reverberating in Albedo’s makeshift lab.

“Bennett, it’s just a name! There’s nothing wrong with saying a name.” They said with a smile, wrapping his hand in a bandage. “And I still think you’re mistaking me for someone else; I’m just (F/n).” Bennett’s eyes looked like they were going to blow out of their sockets.

“Oh no, Your Grace! You’re definitely them!” His mind wracked with things to say to prove his point. “Because…. Because…” Squinting, he struggled to construct his argument.

Albedo had seen everything he needed to conclude his experiment. After finally rounding the corner, he entered the lab and announced his presence to the two unaware visitors.

“Only someone as divine as them could restore these plants to life the way you have.”

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A Silent God (Let's play a game of dissection part 2)

part one, part three , part four(final)

(inspired by this ask that @/is-very-sad got)

OKAY SO UHHH MY HAND SLIPPED SO HARD THAT THIS NOW HAS FOUR PARTS A;SLKDFJSAD;LKFJASDF OOPS. PART THREE IS FINISHED IT JUST NEEDS SOME POLISHING AND THEN I'LL SEND IT OUT AND THE PART FOUR WILL COME OUT SOON!!!

UHM SORRY FOR HYPERFIXATING ON THIS??? IDK IF SHOULD APOLOGIZE BUT A;LSDFKJSAD this is just so fun to write i hope yall like reading it as much as i liked writing it

WARNINGS!!: trauma, cult behaviors, mentions part one and what transpired but not in a lot of detail, imposter/rejected god au

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You awoke surrounded by fog, barely able to see your surroundings. For a second, you thought you were dead. That is until the pain kicked back in, stabbing your entire body with knives of pain.

You shakily attempted to lift yourself up, failing as you plopped back on the ground. Your entire body was shaking and tears threatened to fall down your face again.

A wet nose nudged your face, you whined and flinched back. You warily opened your eyes to find a rifthound whelp nuzzling your face.

You flinched away from it, a small scream exiting your throat. You curled in on yourself as much as you could without your ribs screaming out in pain, your arms covering your head.

The little whelp whined and nudged your arms softly. You shook in fear, and that only doubled when you heard a larger rifthound approach.

The whelp moved around in a distressed circle, whining as the adult rifthound approached. The adult rifthound poked your arms with it's nose. Gently moving your arms away from your face to look at your distressed expression, stars falling from your eyes.

The adult whined and moved to lay down beside you. It looked at the whelp and urged it away.

While the whelp went to do whatever the adult had told it to do, the adult laid it's head next to yours.

Fearfully and cautiously you stared into it's eyes, shaking from head to toe. Sympathy seemed to reflect in it's glowing purple eyes as it whined. Carefully, it scooted closer to you and it was... surprisingly warm.

Still you were afraid but... what could you do if it attacked you? You wouldn't be able to do anything... just accept your death. It'd probably be less painful than... a shiver wracked your body, Liyue.

The whelp came back, barking to announce it's return, and the rifthound lifted it's head. You could hear multiple footsteps behind the whelp, making you shake at what the monters will do to you.

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to just pretend this wasn't happening.

Then a gentle hand rested on your head.

Despite the hand having no ill intent in it, you still flinched back, rolling away as the memories of how harshly they grabbed your hair resurfaced.

The distinct sound of a worried hilichurl whined. You opened your eyes in shock and saw that you were surrounded by multiple regular hilichurls, and a mitachurl with it's electro axe in hand.

Out of your mouth tumbled distressed noises, you tried to form sentences, questioning them, but you couldn't.

Your mouth is empty. Your tongue is gone.

Tears fell down your face faster than you could even register. Pathetically, you gripped the grass and buried your face into the back of your hands. Your body shook with fear and sobs.

Carefully, the mitachurl approached you. Gently petting your head. You didn't do anything. You aready resigned yourself to your inevitable fate to be beaten to death by something in this cruel world.

But instead, the mitachurl placed down it's weapon and carefully picked you up in it's hands. Your wounds were barely irritated with it's gentle treatment, but you still shook in fear.

The mitachurl carried you back to the hilichurl camp, the other hilichurls and the rifthounds followed.

It wasn't that far of a walk, and when the rest of the hilichurls in the camp saw you they cheered.

Like how the people in Liyue cheered as Ningguang held up your tongue.

You're going to die. You had no doubt about it. They were going to kill you and parade your head around on a pike. The mitachirl could feel you shake in it's arms and made a small distresed noise. It set you down in the main hut on a bed of straw. You couldn't hold yourself up so you were carefully laid down.

Immediately, you were provided with warm cloth, food, and water. You could hardly register it but all you knew was that you could finally eat. You inhaled the food and water and didn't move as the hilichurls set the cloth on you. They made happy noises as you enjoyed the goods they provided you.

Oddly, your wounds were closed up. Not exactly healed as they still hurt like hell and you could barely move your limbs, but closed. Blood wasn't spilling out of you like a waterfall anymore and you weren't dead.

But you were acutely aware of how you couldn't taste anything. You had to chew slowly to get used to eating. You had to physically tilt your head to move the food around because your tongue wasn't there to guide it. Swallowing was a chore, you had to angle your head awkwardly to get the food down, which forced you to take your time so you didn't choke.

Frustrated stars fell from your eyes because you were so fucking tired. You were so sick of everything. Everything in this world hated you, all those you loved wanted to gut you alive and almost did. Now you were suffering the consequences of merely existing. You just wanted to rest and be happy for a while. Not even happy! You just didn't want to be chased all over Teyvat like some criminal! You didn't do anything!

And now you couldn't even say any of this out loud!

You hiccuped, sobbing, unable to eat anymore of the food offered to you by the hilichurls. They worridly tried to comfort you with their native tongue but you barely understood any of it.

Suddenly, a hilichurl from outside the hut said something to the mitachurl by your side.

They shared a few words before the hilichurl allowed someone in.

A hydro abyss mage.

You eyes widened and you tried to back up but failed miserably. The mitachurl made a distressed noise and carefully helped you sit up, supporting you since you couldn't sit up on your own.

"Your excellency," The abyss mage from within it's bubble, bowed.

You tried to ask What do you want? But failed miserably and ended up spitting out jumbled words, coughing and craddling your stomach.

The abyss mage approached you, panicked and worried, "Oh no, can you tell us what happened your grace? Who did this to you?"

Your bottom lip trembled and tears fell down in waves. You wiped them from your face and buried your face in your hands. You shook your head violently, frustrated at the world.

I can't! You wanted to scream, I can't tell you!

Soothingly, one of the hilichurls patted your shoulder. Another came beside you and offered you a flower.

You looked at it as though it was a knife the same knife used to cut your tongue-

Your eyes glanced to the hilichurl, to the flower, back to the hilichurl, back to flower, until finally, you took it, and held it close to your chest.

Thank you, you tried. But you didn't have a tongue to make the "th" sound.

You looked back at the abyss mage, it was still waiting for you to answer.

Shakily, your entire form quivering, you attempted to open your mouth. It wouldn't open. You tried but it wouldn't. Your muscles froze and outright refused to let your jaw unlock. Immediately, you silently panicked over not having control over your jaw.

But you supposed this was a good thing. They could easily hurt you again and you wouldn't be able to stop it-

"Your grace?" The abyss mage tilted it's head worriedly.

You frowned, made an X with your fingers and held it to your lips.

It seemed they all understood that as saddened noises and whimpers came from the hilichurls, rifthounds, and the abyss mage.

"You're mute?" The abyss mage asked, though you're sure it already knew the answer.

You hesitated but nodded.

"I see." The abyss mage sighed, "I'm afraid we don't have any way to communicate other than through motions then." The abyss mage carefully went closer to you, "Can you show me where it hurts? I'm not the best of healers but I can help you."

You pointed to your ribs first, then your face, chest, arms, legs... everywhere hurt.

But you didn't point to your mouth, not specifically. No matter what you couldn't- wouldn't- let anyone see the inside of your mouth. Not after it was forced open, you couldn't struggle, scream, or breathe-

The hydro abyss mage lowered his shield, an odd sight for you, and gently touched your wounds. Healing your aching body.

Eventually, you had fallen asleep. The stress, your aching body, and the soothing healing of the abyss mage was eventually too much for you to handle.

It was the safest and most comfortable rest you'd had in ages.

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"Man, I thought an island like this would have something intresing going on," The ginger held a gloved hand to his chin, pouting, "But there's been nothing..."

He trailed off, his blue eyes catching onto a large hilichurl camp. Nothing he'd ever seen before. At most there was maybe ten hilichurls in a camp, but here there was over fifty. Not to mention at least ten abyss mages and rifthounds.

"Rifthounds with hilichurls?" He raised an eyebrow, a grin etching onto his face, "Now this," He stretched his arms, drawing his hydro swords, "Is what a challenge looks like."

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When you heard the sound of fighting, rifthounds growling, hilichurls and abyss mages shouting, you immediately froze.

They found me, You thought, tears already threatening to fall at the thought, what are they gonna take next?

Are they going to hurt the camp?

Fuck that. You ignored your shaking limbs and forced your tired and injured body to get up. You wildly ran to the camp, urging the rifthounds that were with you to hurry ahead of you. Your body was still injured and running like this made all of your limbs scream in pain but you ignored it for now.

These hilichurls, abyss mages, rifthounds, they were the first beings in Teyvat to show you kindness. They comforted and healed you while the rest of the world spat on you and cheered while you bled.

Like. Hell. You'd let those damned archons hurt those that showed you love in this cruel world.

You'd tear this damn world apart if you had to, they wouldn't live to gloat about any victory.

When you reached the camp, you were heaving and aching but you refused to rest. The rifthounds, hilichurls, and abyss mages in the camp surrounded a ginger-haired fatui, his hydro daggars flickered with electro. A mad grin twitched onto his lips and he moved to-

The thunder clapped with your anger, your face twisting into a sneer as the world seemed paused to gaze at you and your godly aura.

Immediately, the electro in his swords dissipated, and the shadow of a little boy flickered onto his face. It was gone faster than it came as he stared at you in shock. You carefully treaded over to him, glaring at him the entire way, daring him to move his weapons.

Two rifthounds came beside you, guiding your hurting body over to him. You came face to face with him, despite the worried noises of those in the camp.

You glared at him, an odd golden gold in your eyes. You pointed at his weapons and made cutting motion with your hands.

Tartaglia blinked at you, confused. He chuckled, but put his weapons away.

Is this the imposter? He wondered, Huh, those in Liyue said they had killed them. They certaintly look like they've taken quite the beating but they have all of these monsters in their camp acting peacful for them.

"Tartaglia," a hydro abyss mage said, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for a fight as always!" Childe grinned, brushing off how imposing your aura was, "But it seems I've found something more interesting. Which, if it's more intresting than fighting to me, then it's something very important."

His eyes were trained on you, the grin on his face eager to dig into your soul and figure out all your secrets. You knew the games he played.

"Are you the imposter Teyvat has been talking about?" He tilted his head, "But they all said you were dead. Died in Liyue Harbor." His smile was fake, harboring the cold of Snezhnaya.

He saw something shift in your eyes and his blue orbs glittered at the opportunity.

"So you are the imposter-?"

"Tartaglia you will not." The abyss mage cut him off. The rifthounds growled and the mitachurls readied their axes, "Surely, you'd understand that this is our true god. The abyss can tell, this is our god and if you cannot understand that," More monsters, including ruin sentinels, appeared from seemingly nowhere, "We'll wipe you out."

Childe's grin grew impossibly wider, "I like the challenge," He giggled, even in the most hopeless situation, "But the entirety of Teyvat said this was an imposter, and yet on this insignificant island a few monsters decide they're the real deal?" He scoffed, "It's a bit fishy don't you think."

His grin dissipated, his blue eyes always filled with a thrill turned cold and serious, "You'll think twice about impersonating our god."

Electro sparked around Childe and you staggered back. Not again not again not again. Don't touch them don't touch them don't-

Childe's foul legacy form appeared in a flash of electro, the rifthounds barked and snarled. The mitachurls and hilichurls shouted, their weapons ready to attack.

"Your grace, get back-" You pushed past the abyss mages and met with Foul Legacy Childe.

Even if you died, you'd do anything to make sure these monsters - your true friends - stayed safe. Besides, in this world that gave you nothing but wounds and trauma, why would you want to stay?

Foul Legacy, with his long spear, readied himself to deal a final blow to you. Quick, painless, merciful.

You readied yourself to channel whatever you could grasp of your godly abilities. You learned in your time with the hilichurls that your powers reawakened with the amount of worshippers that accepted you. In your new form.

Right now, you'd do anything to save your friends.

But Foul Legacy didn't raise his weapon threateningly at you. Instead, he fell to his knees before you. It was then that you realized how much you were shaking, how stars threatened to fall down your cheeks.

Foul Legacy bowed before you, his distorted voice muttered, "It doesn't hurt... my god, your excellency, I'm so sorry for thinking you were an imposter I'm-"

Relieved tears fell down your cheeks and you couldn't help but smile. A breathless laugh escaped past your lips and you rested your hand on Childe's head. The gratitude in your eyes for not attacking you or your friends. It caused his head to swirl with emotions he never expected to feel in Foul Legacy form.

His eyes met your eyes, flecks of gold glowing in your eyes. Your tears were stars falling down your cheeks. The world seemed to create a crown of sunlight around your head, framing you beautifully.

"The abyss knows our god, Childe." The abyss mage said, "We've heard snippets of what has happened to our god before they came here, but unfortunately we don't know the full story. Could you please tell us?"

Childe tilted his head, "Their excellency has not told you?"

"I'm afraid they're mute." The abyss mage responded.

You nodded, making an X with your fingers and putting it over your mouth.

Foul Legacy Child whined, "Well, from what I've been told they were beaten to death in Liyue harbor by the Liyue Qixing and the Knights of Favonius from Mondstat. But obviously they're not dead." Childe looked back to you, "Was that really you?"

You nodded, a shiver wracking your body at the memories.

Suddenly Childe perked up and carefully grabbed your hands in his, "Your grace! Come with me to Snezhnaya! You'll be safe there with the Tsaritsa! Nobody will ever hurt you again, you'll have the protection of the entire Fatui. And with your help, we can surely get revenge on the gods!"

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SAGAU but with a lazy and always sleepy imposter!creator!reader

reader who is always sleepy and doesn't want to move a muscle. it's like even moving a part of their body is similar to working out in the gym for an hour.

not narcolepsy, reader just doesn't really care and is very lazy to even give two flying fucks to the world

reader doesn't give a shit even if a war breaks out, sleep is life, sleep is important

your genshin characters are always aware that you somehow manage to fall asleep in the middle of the game. well of course, they find it cute

you would play for an hour, then they would hear you yawn, and your soft quiet snores comes next

they love the sounds you create when you sleep, and it also warms their heart to think that you're having a good sleep

it went to the point where aside from building you a statue, they also crafted the most comfortable bed they could ever make. it is created solely for you

so when your imposter descended to your world, they were very happy. they couldn't wait to show you what they have crafted, they also couldn't wait to see how you sleep

it goes without saying that they were slightly disappointed that your imposter didn't really... use the bed they made

like do they even sleep? but their creator loves sleeping right? so why aren't you sleeping?

so when you were first dropped into your own world right infront of your imposter who was seated on a throne, you weren't really shocked. you just hugged your pillow tighter that just mysteriously came with you into this world

even though the archons that you are very familiar with surrounded you, you didn't really give any care

you yawned and made eye contact with each one of the archons, you blinked your sleepy eyes at them to which they reciprocated with a hostile glare

well whatever. though, the ground you are sitting on is very cold! perfect temperature! you suddenly felt sleepy and before Ei can grab you, you laid down on the ground and sleep

after all, sleep is more important, you will just deal with the problems later!

Ei was shocked, very shocked! did you just ignore their presence and continue your sleep!?

oh, but wait, sleep?

oh my archons!

she almost killed their divine creator!

somehow, they already have a feeling that the one sleeping peacefully on the ground is their true divine creator

so who tf is sitting on the throne?

"seize them!" ei commanded to her troops. they all marched inside the palace very loudly, which earned the soldiers a glare from every living archon inside the room

"our divine creator is sleeping, do it quietly!"

"...?" all the soldiers were confused. but their divine creator is clearly awake and is sitting on their throne?

then their gazes all moved to the sleeping person on the ground as if waking them up is considered blasphemy, as if waking them up is the highest sin they can commit and worthy of being beheaded

and so they all quietly yeeted the imposter and quietly watched the archons move their true divine creator to the bed they painstakingly crafted

as soon as your body touched the soft and comfortable material, you let out a satisfied sigh and the whole teyvat rejoiced. they have finally found their true divine creator!

they all listened to your quiet snores and when you woke up hours later, every citizens of teyvat including the abyss celebrated the descension of their true creator.

well, you were too lazy to attend your own banquet so they removed the throne and replaced it with your bed just so you could attend.

a happy creator leads to a happy life!

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hitman!haruchiyo sanzu x housewife!reader

synopsis: your husband is out late again, but you have a surprise guest coming over to keep you company.

content: 18+!! non.con to eventual dubcon. gunplay. murder. infidelity. degradation.

wc: 3.7k

note: thank you to wren for the great idea and to @gxmblinqueen for beta reading this for me <3

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