Xiao Wip

xiao wip

< ‘Not Just a Friend’ >

—situations where they realize you are, in fact, not just a friend

pairings: Diluc, Kaeya x reader

themes: fluff & fluff

note: oh wow the brothers?? yes pls

Diluc

he realizes this is in the tavern

it was both his shift and yours, with you talking to him and occasionally helping with the drinks while to waiter babysit the patrons

its a normal routine for both of you, where you would take a break and sit in front of Diluc

small talk, silence, or long conversations, is something Diluc finds himself looking forward to every time its his shift

and every time he stops and thinks on why he gets excited about these small things, he brushes it off to friendship.

Boy was he wrong.

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For part 2 we need more Dainsleif and Baizhu, that’s all I’m gonna say , thx for coming to my Ted talk 😂

“So Obedient…”

part one / part two

characters: diluc, kaeya, ayato, childe, albedo, dainsleif

summary: maid!reader loves to please their master.

genre: smut

warnings: afab!reader (no pronouns); pet names (dear, darling, love, pet), unprotected, overstim, breeding, master-maid dynamic

note: bestie ur mind is literally so brilliant,, so glad this series is becoming my legacy <3 i added baizhu (and others) in the part that i’m uploading next!!

Diluc

— “ah, fuck– you’re doin’ so good for me…” praise spilled from his lips so freely. you were situated on your master’s lap with his dick deep inside you, his paperwork and your housework long forgotten since he beckoned you inside. “takin’ me so well, it’s like you were made just for me…” your whiny moans filled the room as he bounced you on his cock, your uniform bunched up at the hips and panties hastily pushed aside to make room for him. fucking in his office had become a new part of your schedule - diluc felt like he was addicted to you. every gasp, whine, and moan of his name had become his new favorite sound. you sobbed your master’s name after he reached down to toy with your clit, finally pushing you over the edge and making you cum on his dick. diluc broke with a loud groan when your walls clenched and fluttered around him, practically milking his cock and begging for more. “hah– fuck, ‘m still hard… y’wanna take this to the bedroom? i’ve been thinking about some positions that i wanna try out…”

Ayato

— “stop squirming, i’m trying to focus.” ayato wrapped his arm around your middle to keep you still as he assessed a set of “important” documents that he claimed couldn’t wait. you tilted back against your master’s shoulder and bit back a whimper when he traced his fingers over your stomach, so close yet so far from where you desperately needed him. his low voice speaking next to your ear startled you from your lust-induced haze. “do you want to be punished, darling? if you move again, you’ll wait another half hour to cum.” you openly whined at his threat, but did your best to remain still as he worked. you needed him so badly, all you wanted was for him to fuck you against his desk. after another fifteen minutes, ayato chuckled lowly and placed the papers to the side. “now, was that so hard?” your front was pressed against the desk as he gave a shallow thrust, humming in satisfaction at your gasp and appreciative moan. “remember, obedient maids reap their rewards so much faster than naughty ones…”

Kaeya

— “now this– hahh, shit– is what i love.” your cheek was pressed into the pillow under you, your hands crossed above your head and held by one of your master’s. his other hand grabbed and kneaded the flesh on your hip, your uniform long abandoned on the floor that you were supposed to be sweeping. “fuck, your pretty pussy is chokin’ my cock,” you clenched around kaeya’s length, pushing your hips back to meet his pelvis as he rutted into you. you were so sensitive - he’d already made you cum around his dick thrice. he chuckled and groaned from above you. “‘m gonna cum again, okay? be a good pet and take it all.” true to his word, you felt kaeya’s hot cum fill you up, leaking from your cunt and pooling on the sheets when he pulled out. he clicked his tongue at the mess, scooping up what he could on his fingers and pushing it back inside you, making you whine from the slight overstimulation. “you know i hate lettin’ any of it go to waste… guess i’ll have to keep you plugged up myself from now on.”

Childe

— “i– hahh, f-fuck– ‘m gonna fill you up, ‘kay?” your knees were flush against your chest while your master rutted into you at a brutal pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass being the only noise besides your collective moans. “gonna breed ‘ya and make you mine, huh?” childe leaned closer, maneuvering your legs over his shoulders and holding the pillow under your head so tightly that his knuckles were white. “there’d be such a scandal… a little maid being breeded full by their master…” he groaned and emptied another load in you, ignoring the way your legs trembled and his own thighs shook from the strain. he’d promised “just one more” four orgasms ago, and you started to wonder if your master was fucking himself stupid with your pretty cunt. he started up again after catching his breath, hissing from how sensitive his tip felt and how tightly you clenched around him. “c’mon, now… i just need one more, okay? please– just gimme one more, i wanna make sure we get this first try…”

Albedo

— “good, good… spread your legs a little wider,” albedo grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart, closely watching the way his cock disappeared inside your cunt. you could only grip the sheets and helplessly arch your back as he pinched and rubbed at your puffy clit. “i’m impressed with how well you’re taking me,” he chuckled and gasped softly when you fluttered around him. albedo felt his dick throb at the sight of you creaming on his shaft, leaving a pretty ring of white at the base. “look at that… seems like we’ve got another topic to focus on tonight.” you let out a whine of his name at that, knowing that he wouldn’t let you rest until he was satisfied with his “research.” he moaned oh-so prettily while emptying inside of you, giving a few more shallow thrusts to fuck his cum even deeper. you whimpered as he pulled out, trying to close your thighs around his hand after he started tracing your swollen lips with his cold fingertips. “shh, no need to hide from me… i’ll make sure to take good care of you after we’re done.”

Dainsleif

— “a–ah, fuck, ‘s too much, love,” your master was sprawled out underneath you with his dick impossibly deep, his throat sore from letting out breathless moans and rasps of your name. he always worked so hard and treated you so nicely, how could you not want to return the favor? you pressed his hands into the mattress and interlocked your fingers, relishing in the way he held your hands like they were his lifeline. “shit– ‘m not gonna last…” he groaned and pushed his hips up, chasing your cunt as you bounced on his cock. even after he painted your walls with his cum, you kept up your ministrations, admiring how his expression shifted from bliss to biting his lip from the building overstimulation. “y–y gotta give me a sec–” dainsleif practically whined as his orgasm built up again - embarrassingly fast, in his opinion. you only cooed at your master affectionately, desperately trying to milk his cock for the fifth time this night. he came again with a broken moan of your name, letting a string of curses slip out as he came down from his high. “you wanna take care of me, huh? i guess i can count this as one of your services to me…”

a/n: i am once again begging everyone for more dain content,, i can’t keep writing it all myself 😔

+ fem!reader. implied age gap. breeding kink. itto is a dirty mf. asshole rubbing. ahegao description. uh drool. unprotected. mentions of mating press. this one’s originally a gojou drabble but the jjk tags hate me so here we are. this blog is nothing but breeding kink drabbles now so repetition of dialogues but we don’t care about that, okay? okay. <33

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“you’ve cum so much,” you hiccup, long and manicured nails grasping at his face while your legs fold over his shoulders, “‘m gonna get pregnant.”

fucking you in missionary never gets old. itto likes the pure dominance he has over you every time, folding your thighs over his shoulders with your knees pressed to your ears as he pops the fat crown of his leaking cock into your cunt walls.

“well, pretty, that’s the whole point.” he grins at you, eyes piercing like a bolt as he guides you above him. “fold your thighs and lean closer to me.”

itto’s torso is sandwiched between your thighs. in your current position, he has the best view of your swollen tits and the best angle to fuck his cock deeply upwards. after all, he thinks his pretty baby would look absolutely gorgeous with his cum dribbling down her cunt.

“but… but ‘m still in college!” you whine, grabbing at his shoulder when he starts to milk himself with your fluttering walls once again. “can’t have… a baby!”

itto grunts, his balls clamping up and down aggressively with every hard pump of his hips. “you can, angel,” he groans, nails digging into your soft flesh, “you’ll be the prettiest with your belly bump.”

you are fucked, so, so well. itto’s heart clenches at your sight: eyes hazy, looking dumb and adorable on his cock. he continues to pant, pitching his hips deeper before reaching and stretching your ass to rub your asshole with his middle finger.

“itto!” you deliriously whine, pelvis bouncing and grinding. the lewd action has you dizzy, eyes blown wide, teeth clashing as drool dribbles down your chin.

itto buzzes with lust he cannot think straight. hissing and panting at the viselike grip your pussy has on him— you cannot just let his cock go.

“say it, baby, say it,” he chants before uncontrollable moans filled his mouth, “need to hear it. use your pretty mouth.”

you grin, vision blurring, finally giving him what he wants. your mouth turns into a small ‘o’, as lewd sticky smacking fills the room. “‘m gonna make you a daddy, itto.”

—

by 8kh.

kazuha is living in my mind rent free and i'm going to make it everyone's problem

roommate!kazuha who's an early riser and made it his duty to wake you up every morning, quietly stepping into your room and softly shaking you awake while his morning voice called out your name.

roommate!kazuha who rolls his eyes fondly at your drunk-self when your friend calls him to pick you up from the bar, wrapping his arm around your waist and walking you home while nodding and humming to your unintelligible babbles.

roommate!kazuha who helps you with your homework, using his pen to hit your head gently when you're not focusing and praising you when you get the answers right, chuckling under his breath at the way you fluster from the praising.

roommate!kazuha who silently gets closer to you on the couch during your movie nights, wrapping his blanket around your sleeping figure and leading your head to rest in on his shoulder, a soft smile painted on his lips.

roommate!kazuha who shakes his head every time you mention a date you're going to, giving countless reasons as to why they're not the right one, hoping you couldn't tell that he was supposed to be the one for you.

roommate!kazuha who hates himself a little for being possessive over you but gives you a smug smile when you complain about being stood up, rolling your eyes when he subtly mentions that he was right all along the way.

roommate!kazuha who at first playfully pinned you to the couch when you refused to admit that he was right but the close proximity had your giggles dying down, his laugh quieting and his lips brushing yours, a hand craddling your face gently.

roommate!kazuha who has always been caring and sweet with you, who you though you'd never have a chance with, who hovered over you while waiting for a permission you granted him with a tug to his hoodie strings.

roommate!kazuha who's gently and soft with the way he's kissing you, cupping your cheek with his hand as the other maintains him up, a smile curling on his lips while he parts away, cooing teasingly at the heat underneath his fingertips.

roommate!kazuha who has always been in love with you but was too scared to tell you, telling himself that he was content to be in your life but ended up being greedy for more, craving for you until you were finally his and he was finally yours.

reblogs are highly appreciated! this is not proofread, sorry if i made any mistakes

green thumb

request from anon - "requests for dendro!reader and scara? aaaa maybe a small scenario/set of hcs or something, where the reader teaches scara how to be patient with plants n stuff? gardening? maybe they guide his hands with theirs when he’s being a little… aggressive? something to do with the nurture of plants, maybe?"

a/n - gugughgh this is the cutest thing ever oh my godhggbfk i'm MELTING /pos !!! you got it nonnie, one gardening post coming right up! :D

S/O IS THE DENDRO ARCHON VOL 2 (KAEYA, SCARAMOUCHE, AND DAINSLEIF) (would help for context if you’ve read scaramouche's part in this before reading this drabble!)

pairing - scaramouche x DENDRO ARCHON!gender neutral reader

word count - 2014

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + drabble

warnings - skinship, established relationships, spoilers for scaramouche's identity (found in the 2.1 archon quest), not beta read! (might be some editing errors)

summary - in an attempt to further his bond with you, scaramouche takes it upon himself to learn the art of caring for flowers

"gentle" isn't exactly a word that scaramouche would describe himself with

he didn't concern himself with keeping up appearances that didn't paint him as a terrifying force to be reckoned with

after all: he's the sixth harbinger, and a harbinger who appears weak loses their authority and power

but there's a slight exception: you

all he really had to do was let his lithe fingers brush against the cool crystal of the gem that clung to his earlobe and he'd be red in the face and soft in the eyes

not even factoring in that your touch drove him to the brink of insanity and back

and though you've shown him nothing but beautiful blue skies and lingering morning touches bathed in sweet honey, he can't help but feel like he hasn't done very much for you

it's always him who stumbles in at precarious hours, all bloodied and bruised and asks you to heal him with you vision

and it's you who takes initiative to touch and hold him; to form beautiful flowers from your hands and weave them through his locks

compared to him you were softer than the delicate petals of a rose and somehow seemed to read him like an open book

though he'd never admit to the insecurities that ate him up alive at night when he's tangled up in your arms, he still resolves himself to try and do something for you

because though he struggles to show it: he really does love you more than anything else in this wretched world

continued utc!

you adored your flowers; adored the sweet smell of roses in their brightest bloom and little daffodils that begun to sprout from the green grass of the estate's land. on days that he was able to return home to your arms, he'd usually watch from afar as you tended to your ever-growing field of flowers and timbering trees that you had sprouted from the ground with careful hands and attentive eyes shrouded in a mossy hue.

scaramouche had never truly known what beauty and mysticality were until he laid eyes upon you in your craft; threads and spools of vines crawling up from the ground to weave around your arms and nestle at your shoulders where fluffy, snow-white birds sat chirping cheerfully away at your ears. divinity was scorned and scorched in his eyes; the picture of malice yet you were no gentler than the roll of ocean waves at the crack of dawn.

and it was that picture—your stunning visage bathed in the glow of nature that made his heart pound and throb against his chest.

if only being close to nature made him feel the same way that you do.

"these cursed," he scowled as he threw the cloth satchel of seeds to the ground, "wretched-" this time, the gardening trowel was flung to the earth, "ridiculous plants!"

the small bed of dirt he had dug up in the backyard was perfect in every sense except for the practical sense—practical being that the grown tulips he'd bought were accidentally ripped by the stem from their roots and now useless (since no one had informed him that yes, the roots are crucial). the soil he'd bought from a wandering merchant seemed rancid and unusable, the ferns delivered from natlan had wilted by the time they reached inazuma, and the rose seeds he bought had troublesome caring instructions that would put even a fontanian engineer to shame.

despite wanting to produce something of note for you, who could grow an entire field of flowers with a wave of your hand, it seems he failed in his task and that fact alone made his blood boil.

"darling? what are you doing?"

he whipped his head around to find you standing with a curious look on your face, arms crossed over the span of your chest as you tried to peer at the work he had done in the yard with a smile on your face.

"nothing, i am doing absolutely nothing." he grumbled and rose from the ground to face you with a scowl, "shouldn't you be out right now? or did you finally get tired of that puny, little town?"

"now, now," your hand rose to tenderly smooth back the frazzled strands of hair that fell in his face, "don't talk so rudely about the people, my love. i simply got what i needed in town and returned home early. though, this is quite the surprise. haven't you said before that gardening is a task far below a harbinger?"

"i've said many things before." he mumbled as he drew you close and pressed a kiss to the gem that hung from your ear, letting his fingers skim just over the shell of your ear.

"that you have. well, are you going to explain to me what you're doing, or will you continue glaring at my poor trowel?" you giggled and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

he chewed the inside of his cheek and cast his eyes to the side, unable to meet your gaze. how low he's sunken—one of the most feared harbingers now a bumbling fool in love who couldn't admit to his defeated feat before you.

"love? what's happened?" your thumb brushed airily beneath his eye and quelled the nervous jumping of his stomach.

he muttered lowly, "i wanted to plant flowers for you," before planting his head into the juncture where your shoulder and neck met.

"oh my, is that all?" he felt you heave a sigh breathily—most likely out of relief—and sank further into his arms, "why didn't you ask me? you know that's an area i'm proficient in."

"i...i wanted...i-," he sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth before pulling his face from your neck and gripping your shoulders within his hands. there was no doubt that his face was burning bright red but he'd always push aside his pride for you.

"i wanted to show you that i love you!"

a beat passed, then two, and suddenly he was regretting his honesty and the silence was far too loud for his ears. the noon sun beat down on his skin and made him want to crawl underground and burrow.

"scaramouche, my love, look at me. let me see your eyes." you called for him just under your breath, hands moving to cup his cheeks and tilt his head towards you.

a tender expression blanketed your face, eyes swimming with an unshed gloss of tears and a warbled smile on your face,

"you always, always show me you love me," he nearly hummed beneath your touch; your hands felt so warm and smooth as they caressed his face and brushed aside the sweaty bangs that stuck to his forehead.

"and if i've ever given you reason to doubt that you do then i'm truly so sorry-"

"no! nothing like that." scaramouche scowled, tongue desperately trying to find the words to convey to you what he meant.

"you're so unlike me—so kind and warm, and i am...i..."

"you worry that i don't receive the same affection from you just because of our different displays of it?"

curse you for reading his mind—he'd have to hound you later on whether or not all the archons (or former archons, in this case) held the divine power to read minds.

"don't forget—wisdom is not only academic, it's also personal." you giggled and placed the palm of your hand onto his chest. he scowled but he hoped you knew that he wasn't mad or irritated, not with the way the tips of his ears glowed.

"you little minx," he jeered and pinched the soft of your cheek with a malicious grin on his face, "you could've spared me the formalities if you knew what i was saying and i would've made you squirm instead."

he bit back a laugh when you squealed and gently hit his knuckles to yield his pinches of doom.

"well i am your minx after all." you mumbled with a smile as you rubbed your cheek to soothe the dull ache.

"that you are, never forget it."

he took your hand within his despite the dirt that dusted them and ran his thumbs along your knuckles.

"scaramouche, do you know how loved i feel when i'm with you?" you hummed and squeezed his hands.

before he could reply, you urged him to stoop down to his poor, sorry excuse of a flower bed and picked up a rose seed from the discarded cloth bag with your free hand.

"you may not tell me you love me verbally, but i can feel it in how you hold me and all that you do for me—like that time you demanded that poor fontanian painter redo my painting because apparently she got my eyes wrong." you giggled at the snarl that spread across his face.

"what, you think i would let her depict you in any other way than you are? ridiculous, the nerve of that painter. i should've had her blacklisted from the industry." he grumbled and squeezed your hand.

"see?" you bumped your shoulder with his and smiled, "that is how you show me love. and that is how i feel your love. you may consider yourself no more than a puppet but i know that your heart is tender and kind and so full of love. i only wish that you have more faith in yourself as well, my love."

the rose seed in your hand began to glow a gentle green—it suddenly shot up, a spark of green from the seed, and blossomed so quickly into a beautiful, healthy, purple rose.

"this," you peered at him with hearts engraved in your eyes as you gestured to the rose, "is how you make me feel. forever and always."

it was uncharacteristic of him to get shy, and surely if he had his hat he'd use it to cover the blush that spread across his face as you tucked the thornless rose behind his ear. a "thank you" was on the tip of his tongue and yet he couldn't muster enough strength to say two little words that most likely would've meant so much to you.

but somehow you seemed to know either way, and he'd take a guess that you'd managed to study all his body and the language it speaks well enough to know what his mind speaks.

you tossed the bag of seeds to him and squeezed his hand, "would you like to help me plant the rest of these, darling?"

"if you insist i must." grumbled as his response might be, his heart was overjoyed and there was no denying the small smile that embedded itself onto his lips.

any time he felt the doubt of his worth crawl back up to bite and tingle at the nape of his neck, he remembered this moment: the moment where, as he flung the tulip with no roots to the ground in the heat of frustration, you stood beside him, moved behind him, placed your hands over his to guide him to plant the tulip with much more gentle hands than he would've ever done so as you breathed life back into the tulip and regrew its roots.

similarly, you breathed life back into him and allowed him to grow new roots within your arms.

from that moment on, scaramouche often accompanies you when you delve into your craft and return outside to garden

sure, he's not the handiest of men with flowers and your poor, poor cecilias are sometimes squashed unknowingly between his hands (because what harbinger can really control their strength?)

but he learns and he's quick to learn when your hands take his and guide him to be gentle with fresh daisies and soft ferns

and just like the spring that comes and brings new winds on the horizon, he finds himself falling more and more in love with the god who smiles among their flowers and sings songs to both him and the turtle doves that sit just outside his window

date published: april 7th, 2022