Father Of MineTake Me Back To The DayYeah, When I Was Still Your Golden BoyBack Before You Went Away

Father of mine Take me back to the day Yeah, when I was still your golden boy Back before you went away

( art by McKenna Harris /  “A Father’s Kiss” by Christopher Bursk / “Father of Mine” by Everclear) (thanks @maskwasii​ for showing me the song!)

the sun and the moon

Old tweets from 2020 that show how diluven was practically inevitable for me.

fantasy - mdni

pairings: dilf!nanami x fem!reader 

synopsis: you meet your friend’s dad - not expecting that he turns out to be your favorite porn star 

cw: age gap (reader is 21, nanami is 42), college girl reader, mentions of porn and masturbation, dumbification, daddy kink, unprotected intercourse, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, nipple play, cowgirl, mating press, degradation, teasing, nicknames (doll, princess), name calling (slut, whore), one mention of anal 

word count: 4.7k pure filth (i’m sorry)

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The paperwork in front of you made you frown. You groaned internally. The semester had just started but your professor did not plan to go easy on your class. An important assignment was due, making you put in extra effort. Yue,  a friend you met in this class, was sitting next to you. She was polite and well-mannered, making you feel comfortable around her even though you had only known her for a short amount of time. 

You happily agreed to go to her house since she lived off campus; away from all the stuffy libraries. She told you that her father was a salaryman, often working overtime. He usually came home late which meant you had the house to yourselves to study. 

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being mistaken for a married couple [genshin men] pt.3

itto, kazuha, xiao

these are getting so much unexpected love thank you all so much <333

Arataki Itto

“A new member?” you blink at the clearly flustered man standing before you with your partner’s arm swung around him–just his bicep being nearly the size of his head. However, you smile, setting down your pan onto the stove. “Well, welcome. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“No, it’s my pleasure to meet you. Boss talks of you highly very often, so it’s great to finally see you in person!” he manages to which Itto nods aggressively, just as his eyes trail to the pot on the stove.

“Soup?” Itto inquires.

“Ah, well, Thoma dropped it off a while ago, so I thought I could heat it up for everyone. I added a couple things like he told me to, but I’m not sure.”

“It smells delicious,” the new member says, and Itto laughs fullheartedly.

“As expected of my one and only partner! They’re the best there is, so it’s great on the rare occasion I get to try their cooking,” he beams. Before you insist that it’s barely you’re doing and it’s more so Thoma’s, the new member’s face wavers in surprise. “Oh, do you two not live together?”

“Huh? Whaddya mean?”

“Well, I was under the impression you two were married.”

Immediately, you feel your grip loosen on the spoon you’re holding, barely managing to tighten it again just before it falls out of your hands. Itto, on the other hand, just stares at him blankly, still holding that dumb smile on his face. The recruit shakes his head profusely. “I’m sorry, boss, I just see you two together all the time so I naturally thought-”

“It’s fine!” you clear your throat. “How about you go ahead and wait with the others outside? We’ll get the soup out in a minute.”

And the moment he’s gone, you snap back towards Itto where you’re expecting him to be completely unfazed as per his usual socially unaware self. However, you’re taken aback as you see his face glow pink–nearly the shade of his horns as he forces his eyes to the side with a bashful look painted on his face. Immediately, your eyes blink wide. “Itto, are you okay?”

“Me? Of course, I’m a-okay, just fine and dandy actually! Feeling greater than ever! Wouldn’t expect any less of the great Arataki Itto, right?” he smiles, albeit in a flustered way. Softly, you smile back.

Reaching to cup his face, you grin happily. “Do you really like my cooking that much?”

“O-Of course!”

“Well, now you know a way to have it more often, right?” 

With that simple statement, he smiles widely and puts his large hands atop of yours. “You’re right. I should make it official before anyone else gets it wrong again.”

Kaedehara Kazuha

“What’s that?”

“Oh this?” you raise your fingers. “It’s a flower Kazuha gave me. I thought it looked beautiful so I tied it into a ring.”

“I didn’t know you had such an impressive talent. You learn something new everyday,” he shrugs from beside you, opting to sit on the edge of the Crux with his legs dangling off the side whereas you lean against the railing. 

“Yeah, it really is cute. Kid picked a good one,” Beidou then releases a hefty laugh. “And here I thought you finally grew the nerve to propose.”

At this, your face heats–even more so when you notice the slightest of red tinting Kazuha’s cheeks as he squints. “It would…be improper to propose with just a flower.”

“Well am I glad you’re aware,” she snickers.

So he wasn’t completely denying it, your mind screamed at you, the words pounding in your chest. You stare down at your flowered hand, not bothering to look up when a Crux member calls for Beidou who rushes to the opposite side of the boat after landing a slap on Kazuha’s back. 

Silence overwhelmes the two of you. Though the two of you never struggle in these moments in your relationship, preferring to bask in each other’s presence and warmth, this is different. With the lingering atmosphere of unspoken words, you curse yourself for not being able to think of anything to say. It’s even worse when you realize this struggle is one sided, as he appears to be completely at ease as he listens to the sound of the sea.

You only look up when you see bandaged hand fall on top of yours a few silent moments later. 

“When I ask you,” he smiles softly in the way that makes you melt under his gaze. “I’d like to do it with something that has meaning to us. Rather than just something I find lying around in a store, I want it to show you how much I love you.”

You splutter to find your voice and he laughs quietly, squeezing your hand. “So until then–until I find something worthy of your finger–I hope you’re alright with having all of me and my adoration. I know it doesn’t compare to that of an expensive ring right now, but-”

“I’ll wait forever,” you shake your head. “I don’t need a ring if I have you.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, gazing at you lovingly as you beam. “Trust me, I’ll get the most beautiful one in the world for you.”

Xiao

“Rumors?” he frowns. He never understood why humans spent so much time with such useless activities with how short their life spans were. And while he originally did not give them much mind, now you were in his life–a human with a short lifespan who he did not want wasting any time with insignificant information. 

“Apparently, there’s been a couple where people think I’m a new adeptus,” you stifle a laugh at the bizarre idea. “Since I’m around you so often, they think I’m your partner–more of a spouse.”

He’s aware that he’s not as affectionate as other mortals are in a relationship. He tries, he really does, but it never come easily to him and your patience with him amazes him. Yet hearing that at least outsiders might be able to see the endearment he holds for you relaxes his shoulders unbeknownst to him. However, far too lost in thought, you take his silence and usual scowl negatively.

“Yeah, maybe I should let them know these rumors are inaccurate,” you mumble mostly to yourself. “I know you don’t like when other people get involved with us, so I’ll-”

“It doesn’t matter what other people think, to me,” he suddenly teleports closer to you to which you jolt in surprise, but remain seated nonetheless. “You’re free to tell them if you wish, but I don’t–it–it doesn’t bother me.” He pauses, his stomach twisting. “Unless..it bothers you to be known as my partner.”

It’s his turn to jolt when you grab both his hands in yours, shaking your head frantically. “No, I’d never–of course it doesn’t bother me! Being with you is something I hold with pride!”

Xiao opens his mouth but nothing comes out as his brows furrow and his eyes waver. His hands tighten around yours as a silent message, making you smile. “And I–too…”

He doesn’t need to finish his sentence because you tackle him into an embrace that he finds himself melting into. And as always, the scent of you puts him at ease.

the aftermath

pairing: xiao x gn!reader

cw: spoilers of the archon quest “hidden dreams in the depths,” entirely self-indulgent 🤍

the scene would be comical from an outsider’s perspective.

a human sitting alongside one of the great yaksha, dirt and bruises marring their countenances. tears run down their faces in streams as they shovel spoonfuls of a shared plate of almond tofu into their mouths. truly, comedic.

“stop crying,” xiao demands, soft.

“how can i?” you retaliate, setting your spoon down and hastily wiping your tears. “you almost… you almost…”

just the thought of losing him brings another fresh wave of tears to your eyes, and you instinctively turn away to hide them, “how dare you tell me to stop crying when you are, too.”

he can’t argue with that. xiao touches his cheek to feel the wetness there, foreign and involuntary. you had never once seen him cry despite the demons that plagued him every single day. he was always strong, always put up a protective front for you.

he would have done anything for you to get out of there alive. even at the cost of his own.

but as he looks at you now, sitting so close yet feeling so far away, he wonders if that’s what you would have even wanted in the first place. it makes him so unexplainably sad.

“i hate you,” you mutter, with no bite.

you don’t… you love him. he knows that.

xiao tentatively reaches out and grasps your shoulder. you let him slowly maneuver you so you’re facing him, and he starts to thumb at your tears.

it doesn’t help, not really. only because seeing xiao cry while doing so only makes you cry more.

“i hope you know to never make such a rash decision like that ever again,” you whisper, warbled and broken, “i don’t ever want to be in a world without you in it.”

xiao brings his forehead to meet yours, eyes closing as he basks in your warmth.

“i know,” he relents, holding your face in a gentle cradle.

heaving a sigh through your nose, you pull away from xiao and pick up the discarded plate of almond tofu. his eyes are half-lidded as you bring a spoonful to his lips. he takes it without argument, and your heart makes leaps.

you bite your lip, unable to resist the urge to lay a gentle kiss on his damp cheek.

“don’t forget it.”