Family Dinner

family dinner

summary: ayato ropes his long term partner into meeting his family

a/n: he would so do this and i would so slap him for it >:(

cw: gn!reader, like one curse word, meeting the family (ayaka, thoma), mention of yeeting ayato off the cliff his estate is on, clingy!ayato

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Obey Me Brothers eating you out

(hc's/drabble?)

Note : demon tongue hc's and their demon forms r used!

Warnings : [GN!reader], eating out, monster tongue, NSFW so minors dni, alot of cum, overstimming, edging, brat taming (Lucifer), spanking (mammon), toys (asmo), bondage (satan).

Lucifer

His tongue would be long and the end would have a sharp shape (basically not dull flat)

He loves to shove his tongue while kissing you basically deep in your throat and he pulls away just to look at your sloppy drool-covered face

Lucifer will edge you if you're a brat to him but definitely reward you by making you overstimulated

Likes to tease until you BEG for him to put his tongue in or give you more friction

If you're feeling bratty or just want some rough sex just annoy the shit outta him or disobeying him (gl tho)

"You're acting like this on purpose aren't you?" He spoke while his fingers graze over your hole, licking it up but not giving you the satisfaction of putting it in. "If you want it so bad then..beg for it." If you did beg enough for him to put it in then be ready cause he's gonna be there until you can't even talk and your hole is bruised and puffy as his long thick monstrous tongue fucks your needy hole.

Mammon

I like to think that his tongue is almost similar to a human tongue but just longer with a piercing on the edge

Cause he's the avatar of Greed, dont be suprised that he's always greedy for your cum and wants to make a mess out of you

Gripping your thighs while he's working his way making you cum again and again

His tongue piercing makes it better cause it always rub and hits the spot that made you see stars

Chatty and dirty talks you while he's deep in, the vibration makes you go nuts (he does this on purpose 🤝)

Spanks you lightly for fun

"haah.. c'mon cum for me and me only~" his words slurred as his tongue is fully inside you and fingers are squishing and kneading your soft plushy cheeks "yeah? One more time, cum on me.. yours truly will make you feel good once more". He said again, pulling his tongue out just to bite your thighs before shoving back in and shoves his tongue in and out faster while stroking himself, cumming all over his thigh and pants staining it. Spanks your thigh multiple times before going again.

Leviathan

I think his tongue would be longer than Lucifer's and would be bright blue, definitely thicker aswell

He's so shy to do it but will obey your commands

If you guide him, he'd be determined to make you feel good and practice to make you scream and cry just from his tongue

Would grind on a pillow or something so the both of you feel good while moaning your name

Levi would try stucking his tongue so deep but is scared it'll hurt you even though silently he wants to so bad

"hmmff.. this- good..?" Leviathan said in between him slurping you, his long tongue drills itself into you without mercy, one hand on your chest while the other one is pumping his own cock wanting to catch his orgasm "close, I'm- ah shit.. close!" He said as he came all over the sheets trying to come back from the high orgasm while licking the edge of your hole. "Taste.. so good~" his face was tinted with slightly red looking away from you "again?"

Satan

Sharp tongue but not sharp enough to cut or hurt you

But slight rough on the edges compliments his sharp fangs aswell

Angry sex will occur now and then so yay to you if you like it rough

Will tie your legs onto the edge of the bed/sofa so that you're spread wide giving him alot of access

If he's angry about something or someone (lucifer 💀) he'd go longer until his anger is satiated

"mhh, fuck! Could you believe that fucker did that? Mhhh.." Satan yanks your thigh while he spoke before spitting onto your hole and dives in. "Be good for me and sit here for awhile yeah? I'm sure you can take at least.. two hours~" he laughs and slid his rough tongue inside, going slowly so he doesn't hurt you because no matter how mad he is at anything theres no chance he'd hurt you. "Mmmh" Satan starts to move his tongue in and out faster while his other hand is playing with you, flicking and pinching it lightly. Stops when he knows you're about to cum "not yet. be patient."

Asmodeus

I think asmo has multiple tongues (like tentacle-ish almost)

Asmo will beg you to experiment with his tongue, maybe he shoves his tongue in you while he abuses you with a vibrator or your tip/clit

Will do this for hours until he's satisfied

Uses multiple toys on you

"please let me use it!" He begged as he holds a vibrator in his hand while still in between your legs. Asmo started to turn on the vibration and slightly pushing it in your hole before licking the rim "see~? Feels good doesn't it" he took it out making you whine at the loss of action, before you could even complain he shoves his big tentacle-like tongues in you. It hurt, of course it did there were multiple of them. "Hehe~! I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad..!"

Beelzebub

Just his tongue can make you cum multiple time ughh

His tongue has a little edge sticking out, like satan's sharp edges but they're dull and squishy

The texture is like any normal tongue but big and thick whike sort of flat and not sharp at all

He'll eat you out until he's full (which is never) or when it's in the middle of the night and he's hungry

"m'still hungry..let me eat more.." he said while you're already extremely overstimulated from cumming countless of times from his tongue, he doesn't even need to use his fingers. "Tasty...so..hungry..." Beel spoke while shaking his head sideways on your hole just to make your wetness splash everywhere, his face and his neck covered in juices and spit. He could go til the sun rises again and he would still be hungry and wanting more of you "look how red and puffy it became..mmmhh" if you tried to push his head off from your already bruised hole he'd force your legs to lock his head and shoves his tongue in again.

Belphegor

This is just what i imagine but i think his tongue would be..dry because he sleeps most of the times not getting enough water

Probably has a beige sort of color to it, and isn't really as big as his twin but enough to pleasure you

He'd insist on you sitting on his face because that way he can lay down while eating you out

Lazy smexy time? Hell yea

"press more.. i can take it" he says while trying to make you sit on his face even harder, silently he wants you to use his face like nothing but a toy for yourself and you only. He lazily shoves his tongue making you grind on it yourself in a teasing manner "if you want it so bad..then hurry" belphie smirks under you while licking and lapping your juices up.

BRUGHEL POISSON SAMPO MY BELOVED

In father’s embrace

synopsis: HSR men as dads and what your family dynamic is like.

pairings: Blade, Gepard, Loucha, Sampo, Jing Yuan x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, implied initial mortal x immortal in Blade’s

word count: 5.2k words

a/n: Luofu Xianzhou timeline is hell, so Blade’s one is quite vague.

Blade

Blade tends to say that he has no connection to his past, but that is not true and very few (mostly Kafka) know he is lying. Even with his life and death fucked up he can’t simply let go of someone his heart has been always full with, of someone who he promised himself to by the altar, even if under another name, of someone, who gifted him the joy of both his previous and current life - your daughter.

The blade - a cold weapon with no feelings - should not experience being lucky, but that’s what he was, when you clutched him in your arms the first time after his return from the dead and sobbed in his chest, telling him how much you missed him, how much his little angel missed him.

Back then he should’ve left without a trace, maybe even coming to you in the first place was a mistake, but he just couldn’t. And his resolve crumbled completely when a white-haired toddler in your arms gazed at him with the same soft eyes as yours and reached out to his face, hesitantly asking “dada?”.

As much as Blade is capable - he loves you and your daughter. He is quite absent due to his involvement with the Stellaron Hunters, but you understand how important that magenta-haired woman’s ability is when it comes to restraining the mara in his body. After all that’s the reason why he can visit without fear of hurting you or his little girl.

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Congratulations 🎊🎉 love

And I love ur stories cuz I love angst so mind doing hard angst (if u can if not is fine) I need a worship thing with alive teyvat and the archons I love them begging u can make it to whole oneshot if u want

Thank you so much!!! I don't mind at all! We love some begging and groveling from the archons <3 I hope you like this and this was something that you envisioned - it was quite difficult to write for some reason, but I hope this is angsty enough! This was my first request so I hope I did your idea justice!! All the best to you!

Length: 2. 1 k

cw: angst, slight mention of injuries

Begging for unattainable forgiveness

You had built up your walls with careful attention to detail. After all the pain and suffering you had unjustly been forced into, it would be hard not to. As you wept, so did your creation, unleashing it’s heavy, sorrowful tears from the grey skies above. River flooded, winds howled, mountains shook and thunder roared. All in grief for your suffering.

Venti remembered the moment he realized he had been wrong, oh so wrong - very clearly, in fact. It was a sight brandished onto his mind for all of eternity with what felt like a burning iron. His God, his Creator, staring down at the arrow embedded in their side. An arrow he had flung at them cruelly in his foolish attempt to rid the world of the imposter he had ruthlessly declared them.

You had looked at him with unshed tears in your beautiful, all-knowing eyes, betrayed and hurt by his foolish and naïve cruelty.

You ran quickly, and as Venti tried to summon the winds to carry him after your trail, he felt his control over them slip through his fingers, draining away slowly.

The ground you’d stood on glistened with a golden glow, staring at him in reprehension as his breath escaped him, leaving him weeping over his own foolishness.

Zhongli had always considered himself a reasonable man. Yes, he had been Morax, a brute and powerful god who struck down all who opposed him, but he had always had good reason. Or so he told himself, at least.

His power, his victory in the wars he’d fought, his success in building the beautiful city that was Liyue - it was all thanks to you, the only god he had ever bowed to. Your love was all he had strived for over his millennials of existence, the opportunity to make you proud, to prove he was worthy of being your acolyte. So, when the opportunity to do so via eliminating someone bold enough to deface you by wearing your face as their own - he was quick to take up the role of Morax once more, polearm in hand as he sent all under his command to hunt them down.

It wasn’t until it was much too late, that he heard of how this so-called imposter’s veins carried rivers of blood much too gold to belong to a mortal. Never in his long life had he made a mistake quite as grave as this, and he could do nothing but hang his head in shame, knowing he had failed you as Liyue was overrun with quakes that shook the earth furiously.

Ei and her sister had pursued eternity as a harmonious duo, the light and the shadow. As her beloved sister lay dying, she felt herself wavering in doubt, if even her sister could not be eternal, how could anything else be? But her sister had reassured her with a tired smile, reminding her of the Creator, the embodiment of eternity, who would now guide her in her goals to her destined path.

All she could do after her sister’s death was mourn quietly and put her fate in your hands, dependent on your distant, but all-seeing presence. You had helped her through the hardest parts of her grief, your gentle and loving presence never condemning her as she fought with the anguish inside her heart. She worshipped you with all she had, and in her plane of Euthymia she had all the time in the world to dedicate herself to her worship completely.

So, when the imposter appeared, even she stirred from her eternal meditation and showed face, her divine fury raining down on the imposter through the darting lightning that hailed down from the skies, ruthless and unwavering.

She cursed herself for her failure as the imposter escaped, only to curse herself further when her power over the lightning began to waver, crashing down on all of Inazuma in divine retribution.

Three powerful archons were now scrambling to find the god they had shunned, been too blind to recognize. The god they had harmed in their foolish attempts of defending their honor. You had vanished without a trace, leaving only a weeping and bitter Teyvat behind, who justly punished the ones who wronged its Creator with all its might.

There was nothing else to do but to band together in hopes of finding you, of groveling at your feet and begging for forgiveness. None of them dared to admit it, but they were scared. Scared of facing you alone in all their shame.

Finding you was no easy task. Teyvat itself fought tooth and nail against their attempts to track you down once more. Every time a lead managed to pop up, it was gone just as quickly, leaving behind nothing but three miserable archons fighting everything the world had sent their way.

Finally, however, they managed to get close. Yes, they were faced with hoards of monsters, ranging from the smallest and most insignificant, to the strongest Teyvat had to offer. But what was the whim of a world to three gods? Hearts heavy with guilt and fear they approached your hideout, old and forgotten ruins. It would have been easy to overlook them as just that, had it not been for the beautiful life that had taken root around it, all eager to feel your presence on them. Long gone flowers bloomed bountifully in and around the ruins, the old, crumbling walls covered in a sea of greens, speckles of colorful blooms blossoming amidst them.

Venti was the first to see you, a wide smile on his childlike face despite his best efforts. He felt your presence again, and so, he dashed closer, eager to bathe in your warmth and to forget his sins. He was hit by a dose of reality when his eyes met yours, however. For a moment, however brief, you looked scared - like a cornered animal stood facing the cruel huntsman aiming an arrow at its head.

“Your grace!” he exclaimed, sinking to his knees and presenting bountiful offers before you, looking up at you eagerly with anticipation, to gage your reaction.

You said nothing, shifting your concerned glance to the other two, who had soon caught up and followed Venti’s lead, both on their knees before you.

“We offer our sincerest apologies, your grace,” Zhongli spoke with a manufactured calmness, struggling to keep his cool before the god he had so shamelessly insulted with his actions. He laid out offerings of cor lapis, noctilucous jade and anything else of value he could think of.

Ei followed in suit, her hair hanging in front of her face as she looked up at you pleadingly, remembering how she had so cruelly attacked you.

“I know our actions are unforgivable.” she spoke barely above a whisper, regret filling her violet eyes as her gaze met yours.

You were quiet for a long, heavy moment. You fought the heavy burden of fear nestled deep within you, refusing to let them see you weak once more.

“Then why are you here?” you finally asked, managing to steady your voice just enough to get the words out.

“Your grace?” Venti asked, tears threatening to spill from the bright eyes fixated on you. You shot him a disdainful glance.

“You acknowledge that what you did to me is unforgivable,” you spoke, taking in a deep breath to calm yourself, restraining yourself from taking a step backwards, “then why are you here, begging for forgiveness that cannot be attained?”

“I- we-” Ei stuttered, at a loss for words, her usual composure long gone by now.

“You’re right, your grace,” Zhongli interrupted her stammering, bowing before you.

“Our actions are unforgivable, therefore we have no hope or expectations of achieving it. But we came to bring our apologies nonetheless,” you could hear his mature voice crack a little and all you could manage wais a scowl.

“I have no need for your pretty rocks or flowers, or- or anything you might offer.” Your voice wavered as you tried your best to keep your head up proudly. The ground beneath you shook, feeling your uncertainty, experiencing it in tandem with you.

You tried your best to ignore the crestfallen looks upon the powerful trio. Despite your best efforts, a sliver of you still cared for them.

“Your grace!” Venti wailed, throwing himself at your feet. You flinched backwards, a frightened gasp falling from your lips. Immediately, a wall of vines sprung up before you, creating a thorned barrier between you and the anemo archon as you clutched your chest, begging your heart to calm down.

“I’m so sorry,” he pleaded, tears now freely flowing from his eyes as he threw any shred of pride into the wind, not caring how pathetic he may have looked. For you, he was willing to lower himself to the depths of the earth itself.

“We didn’t know it was you, your grace,” Ei finally gathered her bearings enough to form words, her own eyes watering at how frightened the one she worshipped had become in their presence. This was not how your descent upon Teyvat was supposed to go.

She, and everyone else, had occasionally dreamed of it - she had thought of things she might show you: the beauty of Inazuma, the shrines and temples she and her sister had raised in your honor. She had dreamt of telling you tales of how the two of them had worshipped you, how you had aided her in her grief. But now, you stared at her and her fellow archons with barely veiled fear and deep resentment.

“Neither did I,” you answered Ei, feeling the tell-tale sign of tears about to follow tightening in your throat.

“I was thrown into a strange world full of characters I had loved, that I’d spent so much time and effort strengthening - and you turned your backs on me!” you turned away to clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle the desperate sob forcing its way out.

The three felt the cold, suffocating weight of their own actions upon them. It was worse than any punishment you might have deemed fit. Anything would have been better than seeing their beloved Creator so fragile and heartbroken. There was no one to direct their anger towards but themselves, and the knowledge was tearing them apart inside.

“We’re ashamed of our stupidity,” the geo archon spoke, daring to rise to his feet gently. He approached slowly, wanting nothing more than to comfort you - to envelop your ethereal form in his arms and reassure you he would never allow such a thing to occur again. However, as soon as he reached out, spikes of rock emerged from the ground, stopping him.

You turned to look at him, eyes reddened but full of inconsolable fury.

“Don’t you dare try to touch me!” you spat, attempting to sound as menacing as possible despite your hoarse and broken voice.

Zhongli shrank back at your words.

“Please, your grace,” Ei whimpered, crawling towards you. “Please allow us to worship you as you should be worshipped,” she begged desperately.

“We don’t need your forgiveness, your grace,” Zhongli agreed. “But you deserve only the best. Anything you want, we can do it for you,” he hung his head, hoping to break through your barriers with his reasoning.

You said nothing, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively as you took a step away from them.

“I don’t need anything from you. Any of you.”

Venti whimpered.

“Could you at least give us a chance to worship you, to worship the ground you walk upon, your grace?” he asked with childish desperation clawing at you from his words.

“Do what you want, I don’t care.”

You turned to leave, the vines guarding you quickly stretching up to the ceiling of the ruins and effectively blocking the archons from following you.

Your hollow words left the three speechless in their anguish. There was no joy, no anger - no anything in your parting words. A part of each of them knew that no matter how they begged, pleaded or groveled, there would be no undoing what was done.

But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t try. They would up their worship. They would raise tributes to you, shape and reshape their nations - anything to appease you, to show you how much they truly adored you. They would be willing to do anything you asked - it was what they had been made for.

If only you would look at them, if only you wouldn’t turn them away at any chance and distance yourself from their presence in favor of mortals so undeserving of your attention.

They would pine for you for centuries to come, if they must. They would never give up, even if the task at hand was as hopeless as they had been left feeling.

They would do anything for your forgiveness, for even a slither of it.

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Now I’m gross sobbing

i’m thinking about kaveh first dropping off his kid in ghandarva ville. he did a good job explaining to them that he’ll be back before they know it and that he’ll alway be there for them. before he leaves he feels little hands clutching onto his leg as they just whisper “you promise you’re gonna come back? you won’t leave me, right? you promise you won’t leave me?”

i'll be back.

summary. kaveh finds the strength to leave his child in gandharva ville.

trigger & content warnings. fear of abandonment, references to kaveh's backstory.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. comfort, soft angst. adoptive dad!kaveh x child!reader. 0.9k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. wow you just woke up today and chose gentle violence huh anon /LH i love soft angst. hard angst? yeah, it definitely hurts, but soft angst like this? idk. it hits different sometimes!!!

kaveh did not want to resort to this. he didn't.

the architect truly, sincerely had tried his very best to think of any alternate solutions—maybe he could convince alhaitham to give [name] a chance? no, caring for a child he impulsively decided to pick up off the streets isn't his roommate's responsibility and it really never would be unless the scribe himself decided to take it on, but some people have spontaneous changes of heart! why would alhaitham be any different?

(unfortunately, said man was not going to budge anytime soon. a child would disrupt the comfortable life he had put so much effort into building. kaveh had no choice but to accept that fact. well, really, he knew from the beginning! he was just hoping alhaitham might change.)

in the end, he managed to come up with nothing. he could not think of a single good or attainable option that would allow him to keep them. as much as he hated to admit it, only alhaitham's solution was a viable and reasonable one.

so, here he is, standing in front of tighnari's home in gandharva ville motionlessly with his child held securely in his arms. there were no words in any language that kaveh knew of that could describe what he was feeling. he wordlessly rubs soothing circles on their back.

the silence is impossibly loud.

tighnari does not rush him. he does not so much as even think of complaining. he simply waits quietly with collei at his side, the girl bouncing on her heels slightly in a nervous fidget. she wants to be a good caretaker to [name]; tighnari knows the prospect alone of having to care for them is making her nervous.

kaveh's slightly wavering voice finally breaks the silence:

"you know why i have to leave you here, right?"

they nod quietly, little hands clenched in fists raising up to rub at their watery eyes with their palms—they hope it looks like they're tired and not like they're about to cry, which they are. they hope he doesn't know they're about to cry. they hope he just thinks they're tired from the long journey. they hope he doesn't know the truth.

kaveh knows, of course.

he doesn't say anything about it, though, and only tries to swallow back his own emotions. he tries his best to repress the nauseous feeling stirring in his gut. he tries his best to repress the crawling of his skin. he tries his best to repress the thoughts that this is so impossibly wrong, so impossibly cruel of him.

he hasn't known this child for long, but...

he felt like he was abandoning them.

he felt like he was abandoning his flesh and blood.

absentmindedly, kaveh wondered if this was how his mother felt when she left to fontaine. he hopes not. this feeling is vile. he wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy.

"and you also know that i'm going to come back all the time to see you, right? and i'm always going to be here if you need me?"

their voice cracks slightly. "yeah."

it's not at all that kaveh doesn't trust tighnari and collei; he does, and he knows they'll take good care of [name], but... still. he wants to be the one taking care of them. he wants to keep them.

he can't.

kaveh then kneels down, and their heart sinks in to the pit of their stomach, despite the fact that they already knew this was inevitably going to happen. just as they dreaded, he sets them down onto their own two feet.

they're reluctant to release their tiny grip from his shirt, but they do so regardless of their hesitance. a slight whimper rises in their throat when kaveh's warmth is gone from them.

kaveh hasn't ever really had to comfort children before.

he's... not sure what to do from here, quite frankly, so he does the first thing that comes to mind.

he leans forward, pressing the smallest, most hesitant of kisses to the crown of their head.

then, he stands up.

he doesn't get very far before one of their little hands is clutching his pant leg, and he inhales sharply, turning back to face them. "[name]..."

kaveh cuts himself off.

their eyes are wide, glittering with the sheen of unshed tears, and their bottom lip is split and cracked—they've either been picking at it or biting it, kaveh notes. how did he not notice before?

in their moment of sadness and stress, their accent peeks through a bit more heavily. it's in a shaky voice on the brink of breaking that they ask, "you promise you're gonna come back, right? you won't leave me, will you?"

...

kaveh earnestly believes he might cry about this when he gets home. oh well. alhaitham will simply have to deal with it.

for now, though, he doesn't cry. he can't.

the architect kneels back down to their height, wiping away the single tear that slid down their cheek with his calloused fingertips. "of course."

"you— you're not gonna leave me, right? you're not leaving me?"

"no. never. i promise, okay?" he whispers. "i'm here, okay? i'm always here if you need me. you just need to tell tighnari. he'll tell me you asked for me and i'll come back here. anytime."

kaveh briefly wonders if he'll regret making such a promise—his clients may suffer if they ask for him at a bad time—but then again...

he can't really say he ever will, not with the way they look at him with such vulnerable trust.

he can't regret it when they're putting their damaged trust into his hands.

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