Have You Heard Of The Multiverse Theory?

“have you heard of the multiverse theory?”

akaashi looks up from his book, “what’s that my love?”

you shuffle closer to him on the couch, “it’s this whole theory about how there are multiple universes and how there are multiple versions of ourselves living in them.”

“interesting,” akaashi mumbles, closing his book to look down at you, “what do you think we’re like?”

you think for a moment, a small smile appearing on your face, “i mean i hope i’m cool,” you tell him as a small laugh leaves akaashi’s lips. “i’d want to be some kind of badass fighter who goes to fight space monsters. if not i’d love to be the ruler of a kingdom with a pretty outfit and a crown.”

“that’s,” he laughs, “very farfetched.”

“well it is farfetched here, but in other universes, it could be a whole different story,” you reason.

“very fair,” akaashi thinks, “they might have better technology for space travel than we do.”

“and they might have kingdoms that i could be an heir to,” you pout, “why does this universe have to suck so much?”

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TEASING THEM

synopsis: teasing your husband with sexual gestures.

content warnings: soft - nsfw + fem!reader

ayato: you saw him in the kitchen so early in the morning just getting a glass water, and just wanted the idea of teasing him. you needed to take a shower but you didn’t want to take it alone, so you brushed yourself into his arms, pressing your chest and breasts against his form arm and smiling… a lustful smile. “im going to take a shower..join me” you offered tracing a circle into his arm. his eyes sparked with lust nearly immediately.

childe: you climbed into his lap after he sat on the couch ready to watch something. wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering right above his lips with a smile. now his dull blue eyes were piercing straight into yours as you whined “I don’t want you to sleep here tonight… sleep with me.” It was enough for him to carry you into the bedroom.

diluc: gosh, you knew exactly how to tease him. sitting right above his groin with your legs wrapped around his waist. tracing shapes into his muscles with one hand, gently grinding on him, along with popping one breast out and gently bringing his hand so he could touch it. he was extremely red but you could tell with how hard he was getting he enjoyed it.

itto: all you had to do generally was trace shapes into his chest and say how muscular he was. in all honesty it was something that sparked his ego a bit. sometimes if you stepped over a line, like suggesting he stay with you for tonight his cheeks and ears would glow pink.

kaeya: you bother him while he was working, simply teasing him by caressing his chin. placing your knee between his legs while he kept a stern grip on your waist. you kissed his neck having him moan gently into your shoulder.

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“You know, I really hope this boosts your morale.”

You sigh, a millisecond away from snapping at the infamous Captain Kaeya. “What does?”

“My bare chest.”

Pressing the dressing deeper into the wound on his thigh, you bind it tight enough to feel his muscles tense under you. “Captain, please refrain from making inappropriate jokes at this time. You nearly died.”

He’s right that his bare chest looks wonderful in the dim light in his tent, but it would look better without the fresh wounds and splattered blood from the hillichurl camp he’d just quelled. The one he went into single-handedly before someone caught on and sent a troop after their captain as backup.

“I really didn’t, my beloved healer.”

“Captain.” Perhaps reminding him of his position would help minimize his foolhardy behaviors. Perhaps it won’t. “Don’t.”

He hates that word on your lips. For weeks, he thought he’d prefer this. That he’d prefer anything but his name on your lips, because hearing you call him Kaeya - or worse, Kai - made him too giddy for comfort. Now that you’ve fulfilled his wish, he wishes there was something else you would call him besides Captain.

Will he ever be satisfied with what he has?

The silence may kill him sooner than the many wounds he sustained, so he says the first thing on his mind. He says, “Did I look hot today too?” and regrets it the moment your eyes darken.

“You looked a fool, is what you looked like,” you tell him, moving on to dressing other wounds laced across his torso. “Were you trying to die?”

“Would you have mourned me if I had?”

“Most of Mondstadt would have, yes.”

“Would you?”

“I don’t see why it matters to you what I think, Captain.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Your title?”

“You haven’t called me Captain in nearly a year.”

“No reason. Just realized that perhaps I was letting my emotions get the best of me.”

“Is this about last night?” He winces as you drop all your instruments with a loud clatter, standing up with clenched fists and thinly veiled anger in your eyes. “Hey,” he says softly. “No need for that.”

He reaches out to touch your wrist, but you firmly step back, out of his reach.

“Maybe you’re used to this, Captain, but I’m not. I know we were both drunk last night, but don’t you think you were unfair?”

“Unfair?” His eyebrows quirk in a dark kind of mirth. “I hardly think a kiss for a beautiful woman is unfair.”

Curtly, you retort with a raised eyebrow, “You kicked me out immediately afterward and told me to curl up next to Diluc.”

Kaeya laughs a little. He remembers exactly what he said. He wasn’t as drunk as you thought he was, and every word was a calculated move to push you away. “He’s your best friend, no? A safer bedmate than the absolute snake I am.”

“Kaeya!”

His name rips through the room like a knife through a veil. It jolts him out of a pained stupor with wide eyes.

“Kaeya,” you repeat, and his name hurts almost more than the mess he’s made of himself on the battlefield. “What happened? We were okay before this. What changed?”

“An excellent question from an excellent mind.”

There’s no way he’s telling you the truth. How pathetic does he have to be to admit that he’s letting Diluc get in the way of what he wants? To admit to the list of wrongs he’s committed against the man he used to call brother?

Perhaps he ought to admit to less terrifying things first. Things like - “Have I told you I heal better when you do it?”

“I am assigned to you for a reason, Captain. I am the best there is, as far as you’re concerned.”

Ah. There’s that title again.

“Right. You know my body better than anyone… in more ways than one.”

That’s not what he meant to say, but he’s never been any other way. It’s not easy to be vulnerable, especially not to you. He knows that in the depths of his person, there are things that could drive you away. Despite his recent difficult demeanor, he doesn’t want you all that far from him. It’s been said now, though, and as always, he must reap the consequences.

“We have never shared a bed, Captain, and if you would like to imply that we have…. I have other injuries to attend to. You seem to be doing well enough.”

“You’re leaving me, then?”

“Yes.” But when you finish packing your supplies and look at him again, you see the tiredness in his one uncovered eye. The acceptance of something he clearly doesn’t want to accept. “Are you…?”

“No,” he responds quickly. “No, it’s okay. Thank you for your time and care. Come find me if Diluc is an idiot and causes you problems.”

And it’s a little too final for comfort, so you turn around and stare at him a little longer, arms crossed over your chest. “You’re hiding something from me.”

“I’m hiding something from everyone, darling.”

“This is about Diluc.”

“Everything is, isn’t it? What would Mondstadt be without his tavern? Barbatos himself enjoys his liquor.”

“Fuck, Kaeya, you know what I’m trying to say.”

And something breaks in him, and he speaks faster than he knew was possible as he says, “Yes, this is about Diluc. This is about me taking away everything he’s ever cared about. This is about me being his biggest curse; this is about how you are bound to die if you stay around me for much longer. This is about how I wanted to take down as many threats to your life as I could, and that’s what I was thinking when I stormed that camp alone. This is about how I want to do at least one good thing in my life - even if that one thing is ripping out my own heart and sending it away. So thank you, again, for your time and care, but you should leave now like everyone else does, and I can return to status quo.” With that, he flops back on the shoddy mattress and throws an arm over his eyes.

Whatever you expected from him, it wasn’t that. Sitting on the bed next to him, you tug at his arm until he pulls it away to look at you. “Why are you still here?” He asks in a small, hollow voice.

“You seem to be forgetting something or deliberately not noticing. I’m fucking in love with you. Okay? So stop acting a fool because I’m already too attached to you for this kind of talk.”

“You’re what.”

“You heard me. You’re not unlovable, and the proof is that my hands shake every time I come near you. Because every time I patch you up, I calculate how far from death you are. Diluc thanks me for taking care of you every time, because as frustrated as you always are with each other, he never really stopped caring either. Do you even realize how many people ask me about your health whenever I leave your tent after healing you? Now close your eyes and sleep, loser. I’ll stay until then and continue my rounds after.”

He doesn’t know what else to do, so he curls up with his head in your lap and - for once in his life - follows directions.

the sun and the moon

Almost losing you

=This was a request sent to me anonymously, Hopefully this did the request justice. spoilers for the 2.7 archon quest=

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In all the years you’ve known him, you always knew he was strong. You’ve watched him fight the demons of bygone gods before after all. Being a warrior was second nature to him, and being a spear that protected Liyue from the past was his duty. But often you wonder if that was always the case, you wondered if at some point in his life.. did he have people who accompanied him?. people close enough to be family? Though you knew he walked the plains as the Sole Yaksha, the last Conqueror, you still wanted to ask but you figured you shouldn’t bother him with something so Trivial. You were his partner yes, But you knew Xiao wasn’t one to bring up the past.

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XIAO + "WERE YOU JUST TOUCHING YOURSELF?"

synopsis: you're staying over at the inn and your acquaintance xiao catches you masturbating. warnings: afab! reader, masturbation, wearing a nightgown, not an established relationship, xiao and you are just acquaintances, edging yourself, thigh riding, explicit description of self pleasure, you feel a bit guilty, xiao watches and is kind of mean about it, manipulation (?) not really but just to be sure, some plot as intro

just how many times have you been in this inn already? you cannot say that it doesn't provide a comfortable place for rest after running errands.

you also know by now that here, when the weather starts to change as nights grow hotter, - you can't sleep. instead, you think of that which is familiar to you as the minutes after midnight tick by. this inn. that's a familiarity. xiao, the unexpected acquaintance who sometimes joins you for dinner, like he did tonight. the way goldet welcomes you, even if after all this time you know almost nothing about her life.

this is how you mind traces familiarity. but, by now your hand has also started to trace a rather familiar path down your body.

goldet already deemed this room as yours. other people do not have access to it even when you are gone. and how do you appreciate that? by slowly dragging your finger down that warm wet spot in the middle of your panties? by contemplating how nice it would feel to curl that finger up as it slides inside?

she is so kind to you! and that makes it feel even worse. you're bored and unable to sleep, so you lie on your back and reach for the ends of your nightgown. is the feeling as you imagine your orgasm more guilt or excitement?

you slowly pull it up, feeling the fabric glide. it provides a soft caress against your hot skin. instead of letting it fall down as the guilty tells you to do; you tug and move the fabric inside your fists as if to test if this is really worth it. should you really be doing this?

as doubt crosses you mind again, you let the nightgown fall back into its place and sit up to rest against the headboard instead. 'its just the heat.' 'it will pass. ' 'summer is coming after all.' 'its after midnight, you're just bored.'

despite that echoing in your mind, your hands are already moving on their own again. you need to feel just how hard your nipples are. as you start to trace them in slow circles, you know that the spot between your legs is just growing. the wetness is just too much to bear and you have to squeeze your thighs together as a small groan falls from your lips.

you want to prolong it all. sometimes just feeling this dirty is too good to rush through. you're not home and that should be a reason not to give into it; but it instead becomes the reason why you try to keep your thighs still even if they threaten to shake. you avoid rushing it. avoid rushing it even if the only thing at the front of your mind is how good an orgasm washing over you would be.

instead, you begin to imagine someone else's hands on your chest. oh fuck, how nice it feels to be groped like this. by now, you're biting your lip and your thighs are rubbing against one another in a quicker pace. you're dripping. it feels so good. as a surprise, you pinch your nipples as hard as you can. and a shaky moan falls from your lips - and you know that there is no going back.

you're impatient and rushing now. this isn't enough, it just isn't. you have to feel more. so in that rush, your body slides down from the headboard. as it does, you remember just where you are right now - the shame and pleasure mixing with one another. it makes your body experience a hot flash unlike ever before. the keeper of this inn has been so kind to you and right now your hand is shaking as you slide your dripping panties to the side just so that you can finally come undone in the middle of clean sheets.

you've been to this inn so many times already, but this is the first time you've done such a thing. it feels wrong. no, no, it doesn't feel wrong, it feels,, it feels too good to stop.

it becomes a blur. an intense and sweaty blur. you on your side, legs spread. sliding in two fingers easily, finding that sweet sweet spot and abusing it just so that you can reach an intense high. your fingers are sloppy and don't quite reach all the places you'd like them to. but, even with such sloppy work and a wrist that gets tired from how fast and how erratically you keep moving; it builds up the orgasm to its high.

its worth it. the tired hand, the guilty thoughts, all of it is worth it. when you cum - your thighs are shaking, toes curling and your head is buried in the pillow just so to hide the moans that keep escaping as you ride it out. the pillow under your head feels too hot by now but you make no effort to actually move. its the middle of the night, and after an orgasm, all you can do is slide your fingers out and wipe them on the covers.

this should lull you into a nice slumber, even if you will have to avoid goldet's eyes as you leave tomorrow morning.

and that would be true, if xiao hadn't been walking through the corridor and saw your door slightly ajar. all he wanted to do was close them but by that time - your hand was already rushing to slide your pretty, pretty panties to the side. xiao just couldn't look away and pretend like your raised nightgown, spread legs and muffled moans weren't so close and so sinful that they made his cock strain against his pants.

he was entranced, and instead of closing the door and walking away, he simply had to walk inside and lean against the wall to watch you.

how erratic were your movements, how pretty your moans and how.. inviting was your cunt as he watched it clench around your fingers. you looked so filthy lying down there. so focused on chasing the high that you didn't even notice xiao walk in. didn't even notice how hard his cock was at the pretty picture you made. didn't even notice him sliding his hand down to palm over it.

this works to his advantage really. xiao knew that. it would be fun to ruin you even more. the two of you were just acquaintances, and with how sloppy of a job your fingers did, this would be a favour you'd be glad to take.

so, even if he knows the answer, he still asks you once you begin to calm down again.

"were you just touching yourself?"

xiao can't help but smirk as he finally sees your eyes snap open. its the middle of the night and your embarrassed and scared face as you realize someone saw it all is just as sinful to him as the one when you finally came. it's dark, but you recognise his voice and his eyes. he finds that irresistible too. it's not like you can say no. it's not like you can lie to him. your nightgown is still raised, your panties are still moved to the side. you really are so filthy. xiao sees your lips tremble and decides to take pity on you.

before you can answer, he walks up calmly to your bed tugs on your arm. in a split second, you are already on xiao's lap as his hands are rubbing circles into your hips.

you can feel how hard he is, but while you were ashamed of your actions: you know that he feels nothing similar. xiao doesn't shy away from looking right into your eyes as he positions you on his right thigh. he doesn't shy away as he suddenly grabs your hips to keep you still. instead, he gives you a sloppy kiss as he flexes his thigh against your naked cunt so that you whimper and jerk up your hips.

he breaks the kiss once you get greedy and whispers: "you can't tell me that you weren't just making a mess."

you really can't. your slick is already staining his pants. its impossible to deny.

xiao's right hand slides over to your back softy before he grabs both of your hands with it, keeping your wrists together.

it looks like you won't get to touch him.

"i have a better idea." now his left hand slowly slides up your stomach. its then that xiao decides that the buttons on the upper part of your nightgown are a nuisance. he rips them off as he speaks in a tone you never heard before.

"why don't you rut against my thigh? if you put on a good show, maybe i will be generous enough to do what your sloppy fingers couldn't. and i'll even keep quiet about it."

a/n: my first real smut chapter and im scared,,, it was a request so i hope it is good ahh. tbh i never imagined xiao cus he not my fav but all you xiao fans? come eat