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—touchy—

request: for the request, im not sure if you're comfortable with this since i can't find your rules post, but can i ask a scenario with thoma, xiao and gorou where the reader is pretty touchy like their love language is physical touch but one day they stopped being as affectionate because they think that they're being a bother to the boys? @elychee

gn reader

character(s): thoma, xiao, gorou

genre: hurt/comfort

tw/cw: insecurities, ooc characters(?), lmk if there are more

THOMA, THE KAMISATO ESTATE HOUSEKEEPER

thoma knows that your love language is physical touch, partially due to the fact you’ve been dating for a few months and he’s quite an observant man.

he’s also observed that lately, you haven’t been as touchy, and he misses when you hold him and give him kisses on his head. he decided to talk with you about it when he came back home from being a housewife his house keeping duties.

“( name )? I’m home” thoma greeted, shutting the door behind him as quietly as possible, thinking you had maybe fallen asleep already, it is quite late after all.

toeing his shoes off, he shuffles to your shared room, only to freeze hearing some sniffling from the other side. thoma debated wether or not to barge in, deciding to comfort you instead of leaving you to cry on the bed.

thoma opened the door, before walking towards you and embracing you into a warm hug. you placed your head into the crook of his neck, desperately grabbing onto the shirt to somewhat ground you.

thoma shushed you, rubbing circles against your back. “do you want to talk about it?” thoma whispered, loud enough for you to hear. the only thing he heard was a muffled “I don’t want to be clingy to you anymore, isn’t it bothering you?” you sniffled. thomas’ heart shattered, of course you’re not a bother! he enjoys receiving your affection, no matter how small or big. placing a small kiss onto your forehead, he murmured “no, no, of course you’re not a bother! I love you so much and whenever you cling to me, it actually helps me relax knowing that I have my partner with me no matter how tough things get.” looking up at him with teary eyes, trying to rub off the remaining tears, thoma helping.

“I’m going to tell master ayato that I’m taking the day off tomorrow, I’m sure he won’t mind.” you were about to protest, being cut off by thomas’ lips on yours for a small peck. “go to bed love, tomorrow we can just spend the day in together.” thoma explained, laying down and letting you lay on his chest.

XIAO, CONQUERER OF DEMONS

xiao wasn’t really into pysical touch, especially in public. the slightest touch from you makes his face tinge a bright red. xiao will never admit this out loud, but he looks forward to you giving him cuddles and kissing his face.

however, that didn’t happen when he got back from his duties. at first he brushed it off as you being tired, but he eventually became suspicious that it wasn’t that, and something more.

mortals are confusing, so confusing to him. but you help him understand better, and so do other mortals that he talks with now and then. he decides it’s best to confront you about this.

xiao waited at the wangshu inn for you, as usual. when you met up with him, you noticed that he seemed a bit off. xiao sighed, motioning for you to sit across from him. “you haven’t been your usual self lately. usually when you see me, you would hug me or hold my hand or kiss my face all over, but you haven’t done that in a while. why is that?” he asked, eyes widening when you let out a sob, tears collecting at your eyes. xiao instantly placed you onto his lap, gently stroking your hair.

“aren’t I a bother to you? I’m so clingy all the damn time, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or be a burden.” you managed to sniffle out, refusing to place your hands onto him. xiao glared, not at you, but at himself. he should’ve tried to reciprocate at least once, but he was too unsure of what to do or how to do so.

“no, you’re not bothersome. I’m just not sure how mortals work, or how to properly love someone and show affection. I look forward to your hugs every day when I see you.” he mumbled out, his face flushed a slight pink.

you gripped onto his back slightly, giving his neck a small kiss. you couldn’t see it, but xiao had a small smile gracing his usually stoic face.

GOROU, THE DOGGY GENERAL

gorous’ love language is also physical touch, he’s got dog genetics and dogs can be very affectionate. he likes to de stress after work by coming home and just letting loose whilst you smother each other in affection.

he noticed how you would hesitate to reciprocate when he hugged you or gave you a small kiss. he confronts you about it instantly.

“honey, I’ve noticed you’ve become a bit less affectionate and touchy, is everything ok?” gorou whimpered, ears flat on his head and tail droopy. you shook your head in response, climbing onto his lap and letting out the water works.

gorou helped soothe you by rubbing your back and occasionally kissing your cheek. “I just feel like I’m a burden. I just keep on clinging onto you like my life depends on it.” you hiccuped.

gorou cood at you, happily exclaiming “I love your affection so much! it helps relax me and I enjoy cuddling with you and giving you kisses, I enjoy when you cling onto me like a koala too, it’s adorable!” you noticed how his ears had perked up and his tail was now thumping onto the couch, it looked like it was going to fly off if it went any faster.

you yawned, the break down making you tired and sleepy. gorou picked you up, walking to your shared bedroom and plopped you down, jumping in afterwards. gorou then embraced you from behind, pecking the back of your neck making you giggle slightly.

liyue.

XIAO, CONQUERER OF DEMONS

headcanons

> overwhelmed

summary: looking after xiao when he turns into an infant

> drunken mishaps

summary: taking care of their drunk partner, their partner blurts out how they feel about them

> being the youngest adeptus

summary: what it’s like being the youngest adeptus

scenarios

> touchy

summary: their partner thinks they’re a burden

inazuma.

THOMA, THE KAMISATO ESTATE HOUSEKEEPER

headcanons

> coming out

summary: their partner comes out as non binary

scenarios

> touchy

summary: their partner thinks they’re a burden

watatsumi.

GOROU, THE DOGGY ARMY GENERAL

headcanons

> coming out

summary: their partner comes out as non binary

> birthday kisses

summary: spoiling gorou on his birthday

> drunken acts

summary: how they act when drunk

scenarios

> touchy

summary: their partner thinks they’re a burden

400 followers special!!

RULES

pick a character of your choice from geshin

also pick a prompt

you can do as many as u want (sepertaly tho)

then I will write a small scenario of that character and the reader with said prompt

PROMPTS

“I’m not going anywhere”

“you make me feel safe”

“I think I might be in love with you”

“I just like seeing you happy”

“just let me take care of you”

“I love you, every part of you. even the parts you don’t like”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here”

“you don’t ever have to pretend. not with me. not ever”

“you’re enough. you’re more than enough”

“I don’t care what they think, to me you’re perfect”

“just breathe”

“you’re not going to lose me”

"you look so...different."

“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.”

“you’re an idiot.” (it stands for ‘i love you’)

“there it is, there’s that smile!”

“is that my shirt?”

“nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!”

"you're cute when you're jealous."

"sad...i have a blanket with all this extra room and no one to share it with."

nightmare

ft big brother diluc

summary : diluc comforts you, his younger sibling, when you come crying to him in the middle of the night after dreaming about your deceased father

reader is gender neutral

genre : hurt/comfort (?)

cw/tw : reader dreams about death, mentions of seeing a dead body lmk if there are any more!

🦅 | DILUC

where were you? you can’t exactly tell right now, everything’s too blurry. a sudden groan interrupts your train of thought, so you decide to investigate. slowly treading along the unknown path, a gruesome sight beholds you, crepus, your father, in a puddle of his own blood.

jolting up, you double check your surroundings, sweat soaking your body, breath short and labored, and are those tears cascading down your face? recognising your surroundings as the dawn winery, you’re thumping heart calms a little.

quickly jumping out of bed, you proceed to somewhat sprint out of your room and towards your brothers’. even in stress, you desperately knock on the door, praying to the archons that your brother is awake or home.

the door opens, revealing diluc, who at first seemed confused, but as he realised who it is, he quickly kneels down to the ground and opens his arms, to which you don’t hesitate and run into his embrace.

diluc picked you up, holding you upright and rubbing your back. you noticed that your breathing became less labored as you melted into his warmth, which in a way was very similar to your fathers.

no words were exchanged throughout the night, yet diluc could tell that you dreamt of him yet again. the red head insisted that you slept with him tonight, and that it won’t be any trouble at all.

you begrudgingly agreed to his request and slept in his bed, snuggling right up against him throughout the whole night. surprisingly you didn’t have another nightmare that night, you only dreamt of the happy times when your father was alive and your brothers were close to each other.

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🌿🍵BIRTHDAY🌿🍵

ft. tighnari and gn reader!

cw/tw: mentions of eating cake

a/n: this is extremely self indulgent (since it’s my bday tomorrow (29th of dec) and tighnari shares the same bday as me, so reader and tighnari are sharing each other’s birthdays together <3

“happy birthday love!” you exclaimed, before giving tighnari a kiss on the cheek. tighnari huffed, upper body stretching and ears twitching. “no, you’re not going to do forest watcher shenanigans today mister, I let everyone know that today is a special day and that you’re taking the day off” you explained.

“why didn’t you tell me about this?” tighnari huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. “It was a surprise! plus it’s both of our birthdays’, so I thought we could just celebrate together with cake” you muttered, smooshing your face against tighnaris’ neck.

eventually you somehow managed to drag tighnari out of bed and into the main room, where it was dark. you switched the light on, revealing that collie, cyno, dehya and alhaithem were there with party hats on their head and party poppers in their hands. “surprise!” everyone exclaimed, as an explosion of confetti covered the room.

“I didn’t plan this, tig” you thought aloud, dumbfounded by the sight of his and your friends. collie came up to you and explained how she put it all together since she knew about your birthdays and wanted to surprise you both on your special day.

“aww that’s so sweet of you!” you squealed, bringing the green haired girl into a bear hug. when you separated from the hug, you noticed that there was a cake, which both you and collie made a day prior.

[TIME SKIP]

you and tighnari were snuggled together, you sitting on his lap. and for the rest of the night, you and him just enjoyed the peace and quiet, whilst also giving each other little kisses everywhere

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punishment (pt 1/?)

[childe x ftm! reader ft the harbingers]

╰┈➤ childe fucks you in front of the other harbingers as punishment, it seems like you’re enjoying it a bit too much (the guy with the big nose ain’t in this tho cause he’s not hot)

╰┈➤ reader is ftm and refered to as puppy and is called a good boy, slut, whore, cumpdump. it isn’t specified wether reader has yet had top surgery

╰┈➤ readers private’s are refered to as boycunt

╰┈➤ includes : vouyerism, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cumming inside

╰┈➤ this is my first time writing smut, so pls be nice to me

╰┈➤ 16- and fem aligned dni

the harbingers are currently in an important meeting, as childe put it. and only now have they realised that they are in fact not wasting their time

“aww, look at you, drooling all over the desk like a naughty boy, you’re gonna have to clean this up later you know?” childe cooed, his hips slamming against yours in a rapid pace whilst the harbingers watched in what appeared to be boredom

you could only let out a pathetic whimper in response, trying to avoid direct eye contact with the other harbingers, only to no avail as childe grabbed your hair and forced you to look at them whilst they got themselves off :(

“after I’m done with you... you should definitely help out the others. how does that sound? you’ll be our personal cumpdump” childe grunted out, leaving sloppy kisses onto your neck. in response your cunt clenched around him tightly, causing childe to let out a small whimper of his own.

suddenly, he bit down onto your neck whilst he rutted into your tight heat, an explosion of warmth trickled into your cunny, ajax keeping you plugged up with his cum so it wouldn’t drip out of you.

“w-why didn’t I get to cum?” you whined, childe only tutting in response, “this is a punishment after all, you’re not cumming until you’ve let everyone use you at least once. your boycunt is gonna be leaking by the time we’re finished with you puppy” childe explained, before gently kissing where he bit, slowly taking his cock out from your cunt, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness :(

no need to worry, you won’t be empty for too long :)

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𒈔 🍨 GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST 🥒𖥔 ݁ ˖

HEADCANONS

mistletoe fluff/suggestive [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft kaeya, diluc and childe

poly baby; fluff/suggestive/crack [ftm! reader]

╰┈➤ ft scaramouche/wanderer, heizou and kazuha (polyamory)

flower crowns; fluff [gn! child! adeptus! reader]

╰┈➤ ft ganyu, xiao, zhongli and shenhe

siblings; fluff [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft albedo and klee

shorty; fluff [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno and wanderer

shorty; fluff [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft zhongli, xiao and baizhu

autistic; fluff [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft cyno, tighnari, alhaitham, kaveh and wanderer

autistic; fluff [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft ayato, thoma, heizou, kazuha, itto and gorou

period pain; fluff [gn! afab! reader]

╰┈➤ ft ganyu, xiao and zhongli

being the youngest adeptus; fluff [gn! adeptus! child! reader]

╰┈➤ ft the other adepti

cg! harbingers; fluff [gn! little! reader]

╰┈➤ ft pantalone, dottore and childe

drunken mishaps; fluff [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft xiao

hand in marriage; fluff/crack [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft albedo

SCENARIOS

touchy; hurt/comfort [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft thoma, gorou and xiao

nightmare; hurt/comfort [gn! child! reader]

╰┈➤ ft big brother diluc

punishment pt 1 ; smut [ftm! reader]

╰┈➤ ft childe and the other harbingers

punishment pt 2; smut [ftm! reader]

╰┈➤ ft capitano and other harbingers

IMAGINES

men with big titties smutty [gn! reader]

╰┈➤ ft alhaitham, wriothesley, tartaglia, capitano, arattaki itto, kaeya alberich

𖥔 . ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ 🍮 mmm, there seems to be no more content, care to head back to masterlists ?

punishment pt 2/?

[capitano x ftm! reader]

link to part 1

╰┈➤ includes; degradation from capitano and the other harbingers, throat fucking, some praise, unprotected p n v (don’t do this!), capitanos huge cock, size kink, tummy bulge

╰┈➤ this content is rated 16+ and for male aligned only! fem aligned dni!

“now, go ahead and help out one of the others puppy, best to make yourself useful” childe encouraged, before kissing the back of your neck affectionately.

you stumbled across over to whoever was the closest, which happened to be capitano. you noticed a huge tent in his tight fitting pants, gulping in realisation you’re truly and utterly going to be fucked dumb.

“do me a favour and suck my cock like the slut that you are,” capitano rumbled out from behind his mask. “yes sir,” you curtly whined out, before getting into your knees. capitano took the chance to pull down his zipper and boxers for you, his cock slapping against his abdomen.

suddenly, your mouth was filled with cock. gagging echoed throughout the room, the other harbingers groans joining in. you licked a vein on the side of his cock, causing him to let out a small groan of pleasure. the salty taste of pre invaded your mouth, whining in response. your fingers trailed their way towards your cunny, entering your already cum stuffed hole.

capitano proceeded to un mercifully thrust into your throat, not caring about the tears sliding down your cheeks from said action.

slurping, squelching, groaning and gagging sounds all echoed throughout the room. luckily for you guys said room is sound proof so none of the other fatui members will have a clue as to what’s going on.

without warning, capitanos large, gloved hands forced your mouth to deep throat his cock, with a sudden groan he came down your throat, refusing to let you go until you swallowed all of it down.

“such a good boy, you deserve to be stuffed full of my cum in your pretty cunt too,” capitano practically purred, his hands gripped onto your waist, bringing you onto his lap. your hands grabbed his cock and helped ease it into your cunt.

you whimpered out at the sudden feeling of being full of his fat, long, meaty cock. “oh archons, look at that” pantalone lowly moaned out. confused, you took a glance at to where he was looking. letting out a gasp as you saw the massive tummy bulge, which was very clearly evident from any angle.

“such a good cumdump for us aren’t you?” capitano cooed, his hands gripped onto your waist tightly, slamming in and out of your messy boy cunt. his head snuggled itself into the crook of your neck, you could feel him panting heavily behind his mask.

when capitanos fingers came down to rub messily on your clit, a sudden tingling sensation shuddered throughout your lower half, before you let out a mix between a whimper and a moan whilst climaxing, hard, on capitanos cock.

capitano used you like a fleshlight, refusing to slow down with his harsh, brain melting thrusts. sticking your tongue out and crossing your eyes, letting out seemingly continues moans. an explosion of warmth entered your boycunt, you could feel it spurting right up against your cervix.

“thank you so much for making me cum, capitano sir!” you managed to pant out, legs wobbling on his lap, his cock still resting in your cunt.

“we’re not finished with you yet, puppy. we’ve still got a long way to go. by the end of the night, you’ll be stuffed so full that your stomach will be bulging with the mixture of all our cum,” tartaglia explained. you clenched down tightly on his cock hearing that “ooooh, he likes the sound of that, tartaglia, he just clamped down harder on my cock. you like being our cumdump don’t you?,” capitano asked, slightly grinding more into your cunt.

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GxG Smut "Can't Sleep"

YALL IM FEELING OVERLY CONFIDENT IN MY SEXUALITY RN AND ITS 1 AM I HAVE SCHOOL TMR BUT I HAD THIS SCENARIO PICTURE WHOEVER TF YOU WANT, I managed to imagine both Sarah Paulson and Lady Gaga during different moments. (Don't ask.)

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CW: WLW cs im gay, cursing cs im popeye the sailor, overly detailed because im hyper, scissoring and tribbing, dirty talk, titty worship cs its women, no men, purely porn with no plot, MAKING LOVE, ITS SEX!

Rolling around against the soft sheets that wrapped around my half nude body as I practically whimpered at the things my girlfriend did to me in my dream, only to be woken up by my actual girlfriend. "Baby, are you okay? You're all sweaty and whiney..." I looked at her squinting to read her expression in the dark room, before leaning over to cut the light on. "What?" She laughed softy before pulling me into her chest, I felt the side of my sweaty face being pressed against her pillowy boobs, I felt like I was in heaven. "What were you dreaming about pretty girl?" I looked up at her and smiled bashfully before pushing her down onto the bed and sitting on top of her each of my thighs on the side of her waist. "Just how good it feels when you eat me out." She looked up at me and smiled before bringing her hands to my thighs and then my waist. "Oh yeah?" I leaned down close to her lips barely letting them touch before mumbling a soft "Yeah." into her lips as I kissed her. I slid my hips down so my pussy was in line with hers. I slid my hand down in between us and slipped it into her panties, tracing figure eights along her clit feeling as her body stutters against mine. "You like that?" I pull back from this kiss still moving my fingers before using my free hand to push her hair out of her face. "Alot." I smiled once more now removing my finger and pulling down her panties and mine. "As much as I'd love to recreate my dream I can't. Cause damn, I really fucking need you." I pushed her legs up to fold her knees in reach with her still covered breast whilst I undid my bra and then laid myself at the perfect angle to where her clit was lined perfectly with mine. I gave a gentle testing grind to make sure that whilst stimulating myself I could stimulate her, her somewhat loud moan being everything I need to tell me that I was doing right. But before I could start, I had to remove her bra, I reveled in the sight of her boobs, bare or not. I placed a hand on her boob before grinding with a bit more force now, the pleasure striking from my core all the way down to the tip of my toes. I sped up the little pushes feeling her body quiver in pleasure undermine while her moans grew in volume and intensity. "Shh baby, we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear now, would we? Let 'em hear how good I fuck you in the middle of the night?" She shook her head no, and I leaned down to kiss her, swallowing every moan she sent my way and pushing my hips against hers even harsher before moving my finger to massage her scalp through her tangled hair that flung around her head and clung to her sweaty face. I pulled back feeling myself getting close knowing she finishes before me she must be holding it, I pushed with more force feeling my arousal pool out and mix with her that had also started pouring out of her hole. "You're so needy for me princess." Her moans got louder, I could feel her body shake as she reached her highly anticipated orgasm following in her footsteps, I reached mine, moaning her name out in pure ecstasy. "I have a feeling we're going to sleep well tonight.

I'm going to die of fluff.

@fadedjae​

diluc + white + checklist

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. diluc x gn!reader

— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 1.0k

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. established relationship au ; fluff

[ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ]

Keep reading

《Xiao's first time》

A/N: I always wanted to write a dialogue script. Recently been into Genshin, thought I'd write smth smexcy for Xiao ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing it :) 3...2...1...here comes my leap into the Genshin fandom

[Genshin Xiao, R18]

Pairing: Sub!Xiao x Dom fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You teaching Xiao personally about the pleasure of the flesh.

"No need to fret! I'll teach you everything there is to know!"

"To get started, you need to take off your pants first"

"I understand..."

"Uhm...would this be alright...?"

"I wanna see, spread your legs a little more?"

"So, if you grab your cock and rub it up and down..."

*Y/n rubs Xiao's dick*

"It'll get bigger, see?"

*Xiao tries touching himself*

"Like this?"

"Try pulling the skin back?"

"Right, right, that's it, you're doing good"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"What's up? Did you not like it?"

"No, I...I feel weird..."

"But we can't just stop halfway, that'd be dangerous"

"I'll make you feel even better alright?"

"We don't have any lotion, so make do with this..."

*Y/n spits on her hand*

"Hey-!! Y/n...!?"

"Feels a lot better when it's nice and slippery, yeah?"

*Y/n uses her hand to stroke Xiao's cock*

"Nh...gh! Nh!"

*Y/n squeezes and pinches Xiao's nipples*

"~~! ♡"

"Wh-Why are you touching me there...!"

"What do you mean? Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Sit still for me a sec."

"...?"

"!!!"

*Y/n fingers Xiao*

"Wait...!! What are you doing...!?"

"Uah! ♡ Ah! ♡"

"Y/n! Hold on, please...! What are you trying to d-"

"Uh...?!"

*Y/n's strap on slams into Xiao*

"Ah...!! Ghah..."

*spurt spurt ♡*

"You came from that?"

"Your first ever ejaculation. Congrats, Xiao ♡"

"Ha ~~~~~ ♡ Ha ~~~~~ ♡"

"Y/n...I-Is this also a part of masturbation...?"

"Hm? No, this would be..."

"What you call sex ♡"

"S-...Sex...!?"

"That's right ♡"

"We're having sex right now, the two of us ♡"

"Who knows, maybe we'll get ourselves a cute lil' baby?"

"I-I can't...!"

"Xiao, didn't you know? Even adeptus can get knocked up these days"

"You're lying, no way, they-"

"Stop..."

"Please, pull out...!!"

"I can't take this anymore...!!!"

"I can't hold on anymore...!!!"

"Ahn ♡ Ah! ♡"

"Please, no more...!!!"

"Pull out!"

"Nhoh ♡"

"Pull it ooout!!!"

"You sure you're okay with that?"

"Just a lil' more and it'll really slip out?"

"What's this? Your hips are moving on their own ♡"

"~~~~~~~~!!!"

"Oh, you like this, huh, Xiao?"

"!! ♡♡"

"Let's have a healthy baby together ♡"

*splurt splurt*

"Oh ♡♡ Oh!"

*Y/n removes her strap on*

"Hh~~~~~~!!"

《Forbidden game》

[Genshin Gorou, R18]

Pairing: Femboy!Gorou x Fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You and Gorou have discovered a kind of 'forbidden game'. A game where he dresses up like a girl. And gets pampered.

"Y/n...you've really acquired some weird taste while you were away."

"Ah, won't you please, Gorou?"

"Uuu...But..."

"Just a little bit would be enough."

"I promise. This is the last time."

"Uuu..."

"How...do I look...?"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAA SOOOOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUTEEEEE ♡ AAHH ♡♡♡♡"

"You're an absolute angel~ ♡ I can't believe such a cute person exists on Watasumi Island~ "

"Haaaaah~ I just wanna eat you up~ ♡ Oh, just what should I do? ♡"

"You're so cute that there's no way I can keep my sanity~"

"How can you be soooo adorable?! ♡♡"

"So, Gorou, please ♡"

"Can we do......that today as well...?"

*Gorou pouts*

"That's not fair."

"You know I can never say no to you, Y/n..."

*You kiss him from his back*

"Mnnh...♡"

"Huu...♡ Mnnnnh......♡"

"Mnnm...♡♡"

*You maneuver your hand to his cock*

"Hehe, just a little kissy made your cock get so big in your girl undies."

"Iyaah...Aaah...Aaah!?"

*Your finger rub his tip in a circular motion*

"Uwaah"

"Gorou is really such a bad child..."

"Super supper cuuuuute Gorou's cock. ♡"

"I'll use my mouth to give your tip some more strokey strokies. ♡"

*You gobble up his cock in an instant*

"Iyaah..."

"Aah...Aah~"

"Aah~ Aah~ Aah~"

"Hehe, Gorou, even your voice is becoming like a girl's."

"Mnnh..."

"Your agonised expression is really sexy...so cute...♡"

"Mnnnnh~"

"It's okay. Go pssh pssh and shoot your girly milk deep inside my throat. ♡"

"Iyaah~ Aah"

"Aah..."

"Aauuu~"

"I'm about to shoot...I'm about to shoot!"

"Mnnm~"

"Mnnnnh~~ Uuuu~ Mnnnnnnnnn~~"

As Gorou cummed inside your mouth, he recalled the previous small happenings.

After you saw how he looked in a girl's uniform for the first time, the colour of your eyes literally changed. That day, he was milked until he lost consciousness.

From that day on, you begged him repeatedly everyday to wear all types of clothing and make love with you. Wearing matching cute, Inazuma-styled evening gowns. Sometimes he was doted on until his brain was about to melt into jelly.

"Iyaah...Aah. That place is...really dirty......Aahn......♡"

"Don't put your tongue in...♡"

He trembled in pleasure, suddenly remembering the moment when he sticked his butt out for you to play with. Sometimes you would mercilessly attack him without stopping, until his body was about to turn into malleable clay.

"Today you have to shoot cum to your heart's content like the girl you are. ♡"

"Let's rub against your little pee pee hole as well. ♡"

"Won't you let me hear more of your cute and sexy sounds? ♡"

"Uwaah...Y/n...Y/n..."

"Hehe, so obedient. Such a good child."

"Bad child. Gorou's such a bad child."

"So much fluid spilling out. Gorou you pervert. ♡"

"Gorou masturbating like a girl. ♡ It's really cute."

"Gorou ♡ Gorou ♡ I love it. ♡"

"Y/n~ Y/n~ Faster...Faster please..."

"I'm begging you..."

"Here, Gorou, can you feel it? ♡"

"The entrance to my womb is playing kissy kissy with Gorou's cute cock. ♡"

"It seems like it's begging Gorou to quickly go pssh pssh and shoot lots and lots of cum out. ♡"

As these days passed...his conversations with you have become more and more erotic. Both of you demonstrating your increasing love for each other in bed. He smiled as he looked forward to his future with you.

《Tighnari's first time》

[Genshin Tighnari, R18]

Pairing: Virgin sub!Tighnari x Dom fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Tighnari derives pleasure from you.

"There you go, you don't have to hide it anymore."

*You backhug Tighnari*

"Aaah!"

"Your cock has been awfully hard since we left the forest."

"Uh...you notice?"

"Of course."

"Now that we're home, you're itching to get your release, aren't you?"

"Please help me!"

"Nah ah, what's the magic word?"

"Mommy..."

"Good boy. Why don't you take your pants off?"

*You stroked Tighnari's cock as he stood in front of you*

"Does this feel good? Hehe, Tighnari has a mommy kink."

"I don't have a mommy kink!"

"I just love calling you mommy."

"Do you, baby?"

"Then, your lovely mommy will help you out with your problem."

"I'll show you my love. I'll make you feel good."

"Mommy..."

"Baby's cock is so hard and wonderful, but..."

"It's not stimulated enough..."

"I'm sorry, mommy."

"Baby, have you touched yourself before?"

*Your finger circle Tighnari's tip*

"No...! Don't put your finger in there~"

"What a lovely moan..."

"You have such a pretty little cock...do you want me to masturbate it for you?"

"Yeah..."

"Lick mommy's fingers then..."

"Mnh..."

"Does it feel good? Does it feel better than when you do it yourself?"

"Y-Yes...your hand is so soft."

"Are you ready now, baby?"

"W-What...?"

"Ah!!"

"Ahh!!"

"S-Slow d-down, mommy...please."

"You're so sensitive!"

"Ah! Ah!"

"Mommy, stop! Slow down!"

"Aah!"

"Relax, baby! You will feel very good soon ♡"

"Mommy, please let me go! I'm leaving!"

"Are you close, baby?"

"Aah!"

"Are you ready to cum?"

"Do it, do it on mommy's hand..."

"Stop! I can't hold on!"

"I-I'm cumming!!!"

"Yes! ♡ So much cum! ♡"

"That's a lot, baby! ♡"

"I feel...so good...It was my first time."

"That's nice, baby."

"But...I also want to feel good like that."

"Uh..."

"Why don't you help mommy masturbate?"

"!"

"Come closer, baby. Let me see your cock."

"Wha-...What are you going to do?"

"Shhh...Look, baby, the tip of your cock..."

"Against mommy's pussy..."

"I'll rub them together ♡"

"Ah!"

"Your cock is so slippery now."

"Mommy..."

"Here, put your cock between my pussy and my panties."

"Like this?"

"Yes, baby, just like that...Mommy's so wet..."

"...that it could slip inside at any moment."

"!"

"Look at it going in. You're having sex with mommy now."

"Ahn!"

"Alright, let's go faster..."

"Ah...Oh my god!"

"Ah!"

"Oh my god! You're so hard!"

"Ah~ Ah~"

"I'm gonna cum inside mommy~"

"IT'S SO HARD!"

"YES! FUCK ME HARDER! POUND YOUR MOMMY!"

"YES!"

"I love you, baby! ♡♡"

"I love you too mommy!"

"Kiss your mommy!"

"Yes!"

"Do you like it when I do this, mommy?"

"A lot! ♡"

"Mommy, I'm cumming!"

"Not yet! Try to hold it in a little longer!"

"Aah...!!"

"I need you inside of me a little longer..."

"Ahn~ Ahn~"

"Mnnnh~"

"Mommy, can I cum? I can't hold it anymore!"

"Yes, baby, you can cum now!"

"I'm ready, mommy, I'm going to cum now!"

"I'm so close as well, baby!"

"Let's do it together...!"

"Ahnnn~ Ahnnn~ "

"CUMMING!!! CUMMING!!!"

"YES!!!"

"!!"

"Hehe, there's so much cum coming out!"

"This is the first time I've seen something like this!"

"Congrats, baby!" *You kiss Tighnari softly*

"Muacks!"

"?"

"You're not a virgin anymore! ♡"

*Tighnari kisses you back*

"I love you, mommy."

《Kaeya's pleasure》

[Genshin Kaeya, R18]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Kaeya x Sub fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Kaeya's pleasure is you.

"Y/n gets wet faster than before."

"I'm glad that you are getting used to it."

"Don't say that out loud...!"

"Furthermore..."

"Is it really necessary to do this with me watching...?"

"Of course."

"I need to get this spot more used to me."

*Kaeya licks your pussy*

"Hyaa"

"I didn't go too deep, did I?"

"Kyaa"

"St-Stop..."

"How can you lick that sort of place...?"

"This spot should be treated like this."

"Being licked repeatedly,"

"being sucked,"

"being taken care of."

*Kaeya fingers you*

"Ah"

(Whenever I try to move my hips, his tongue will slide through...and it feels so good...)

"Mm...this is great."

"It's easier for me when you sit still."

"Ah, wait..."

"No. ♡"

"Nn ♡"

"Schlurp"

"Ah ♡"

"Ah~~~ ♡"

"Aahh ♡"

"Hehe Y/n..."

"I only slid my fingers in, yet your body can't stop shaking."

"This looks good enough..."

"Y/n, come up onto my lap."

"How about just riding on me like this?"

"No way! I can't do that!"

"Well, I guess I'll take the lead today."

*Kaeya grabs you by the hips and slides his cock in your pussy slowly*

"Ah..."

"Aah..."

"Ka-Kaeya..."

(I have no idea on what to do next. I'm scared...)

Sensing your fear, Kaeya pulls your face closer to his and plants gentle kiss on your lips. His tongue keeps rolling and sucking, as if he's about to devour you.

"Hehe, I'm completely inside of you now."

"Can I move...?"

"S-"

"Slowly..."

"Can we do it slowly...?"

"Hmm...That was a good line just now..."

"KAEYA!!"

"Hehe, sorry. You said that line so sexily I can't help it."

"How is it, Y/n?"

"Is this okay?"

"Yes. It's okay..."

"I'm going to move a little faster now..."

Kaeya rammed his hips into yours, his tip hitting your g-spot nicely, earning a needy moan from your lips.

"Hyaa...♡"

"Kaeya, it's...a little..."

"Haa"

"Does it hurt?"

"N-No, it doesn't."

(Rather, he's thrusting so hard inside...my brain is getting all fuzzy.)

"Haa"

"Y/n, remember this sensation clearly."

"Feel it properly inside of you."

"This is..."

"what happens when a man reaches his climax!"

*splurt*

"Ah...Ah..."

"Ha"

"Haa"

(Kaeya's...is so warm...He shot out so much...)

"Hehe I can still feel my cock twitching inside you."

《Embers of Longing》

[Genshin Diluc, Fluff Drabbles]

Pairing: Diluc x Gn!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Diluc seeks solace in the imaginary embrace of y/n, the one person who can unravel his stoic exterior.

The darkened room in Dawn Winery was illuminated only by the soft glow of flickering candlelight. Diluc, usually stoic and reserved, found himself seeking solace in the comforting embrace of a y/n body pillow. The flames of his vision may have been extinguished, but the embers of longing still burned within him.

As he held the pillow close, he imagined the gentle touch and soothing voice of y/n, the one person who could break through the walls he had built around his heart. In the quiet of the night, Diluc found solace in the illusion, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability that only the softness of the pillow could provide.

For a fleeting moment, the weight of responsibilities lifted, and in the warmth of the imaginary embrace, Diluc allowed himself to feel the connection he so desperately craved.

put a ring on it.

premise. snippets of daily life between a humble servant and an increasingly clingy master.

word count. 5.2k

note. reader full of snark + dumbass in love ayato = gratuitous amount of banter. i have to say that ayato never goes out of line though, and you're not actually bothered by his advances; you're just a massive tsundere.

“With all due respect, I don't believe being your headrest is part of my duty, my lord.”

“Is that so?”

The noncommittal response pointedly marks the end of his acknowledgement as Ayato makes no effort to sit up, remaining slumped against your frame. His head rests upon your shoulder, a ticklish sensation blooming where your neck and chin meet. Light blue hair trail prickling heat where it grazes your skin, an itch you can't quite scratch away.

Even so, the discomfort doesn't reflect on your face, frigid expression carefully layered with blankness. His sinking weight fails to impede your immaculate posture, refined poise a great disparity from his leisurely disposition. It paints an odd picture, the ordinarily faultless heir lacking decorum—though granted the freedom to do as he wishes in the private confines of his room, it is a mystery why a servant such as you is... graciously permitted to bask in his exclusive company. In the private confines of his room. You feel the need to emphasize that detail.

In his hands lay a scroll concerning governmental affairs, urgent matters that demand his attention, so you can't begin to comprehend why he insists on using this time to harass reward a lowly servant with his valuable presence when there is business to attend to.

He leans more of his weight to your side, and he—you nearly sputter indignantly—mimics an action that can almost be described as nuzzling. “Mhm. This is convenient for me, since I've hardly found the time to rest today. Do you find it intolerable?”

Ignoring the last bit, you advise, “Perhaps it would be more effective if you were to rest in your chambers. I will come call when the Kanjou Commission asks for you.”

He pretends to consider it for a moment, the silence filled with the quiet jingle of wind chimes. But predictably, the corners of his mouth hook up to an impish smile. “I would prefer to stay, if you don't mind?”

Resigned to your fate, you can only say, “Of course not, my lord.”

For reasons you cannot fathom, the head of the Kamisato household harbors a strong attachment to you.

In normal circumstances, this fact would be taken as great news; presently, you are little more than puzzled and unfeeling. Rather than delight, dread stirs in your stomach whenever he calls your name in a volume louder than necessary—a conscious decision, you presume, since he seems to interact with other servants just fine. Curt and polite, keeping his words concise, preventing further delay from addressing his responsibilities.

Had you not known better, you wouldn't be able to identify him as the same man who indulges in trivialities when he invites you to share snacks, engaging in frivolous chatter over tea and pastries. With increasing frequency nonetheless, and with varying refreshments each time to boot, an assortment of wagashi exquisitely produced only by the best. Strawberry daifuku on one tea break, mizu-yokan on the next, sakura mochi on the day after that... You've been serving him for a considerable amount of time, but he's never been much of a sweet tooth until as of late.

Ayato hums thoughtfully, savoring the sweet taste on his tongue. “The mild flavor is pleasant. I believe it might be to your liking.”

He offers you a cup, steam curling above the warm brew. The pink beverage glistens beneath the sunlight, rippling with movement when you take it into your hands. It doesn't require much thinking to conclude the tea leaves must've cost a fortune, but it leaves you plenty of questions just as well. Why would a benefactor give you a taste of luxury?

But you would be a fool not to appreciate it while it lasts, so you lift the cup for a sip.

The flavor of spring bursts in your mouth, fragrant and tasting of sweet nectar. Your frosty guise wavers under the bribery, bliss crossing your face before your lips quirk up to a small, almost imperceptible smile.

Deeming your elated reaction satisfactory, Ayato nudges the plate of confections towards your side of the table. “Eat. They pair well with the tea.”

Who are you to say no to your lord? Therefore, the correct choice must be to accept his gifts with gratitude!

(Distracted by desserts, you fail to see his amusement in the way you stuff your cheeks full adorably like a chipmunk.

But he's aware it's not the right time yet, so he suppresses the urge to pinch your face.)

Kamisato Ayato is often praised for his intellect and cunning mind, but sometimes you wonder if he'd finally gone stupid after all that overthinking.

“My hand feels cold,” he laments, as if he hadn't chucked away his gloves ten seconds prior. “Can I hold yours for a moment?”

Ayaka, for her part, looks ashamed on her brother's behalf. With a graceful flick of her wrist, her fan snaps open and obscures the mortified expression on her face. Thoma's bottom lip quivers, valiantly repressing his bubbling laughter though he turns quite ugly in the process.

Sending a prayer to the heavens, you hope your face looks as unreadable as you think it to be. “...I'll fetch you a pair of gloves,” you say, side-stepping the pair he just abandoned on the floor.

“Mhm. That won't be necessary,” he counters, tugging on the edge of your sleeve. “You see, I heard those granted Pyro Visions have warmer body temperature...”

That is undoubtedly a lie he conjures up on the spot.

“...So I was hoping to sate my curiosity today,” he finishes, looking far too pleased with himself. Ayaka avoids your gaze when your eyes sweep past her (she absolutely knows it's an idiotic idea because going by that logic, she should have a colder temperature... but that is obviously not the case), and Thoma is blatantly ignoring your requests for assistance, whistling an awkward tune.

You have half a mind to shift the duty to another retainer similarly bearing a Pyro Vision, who is currently trying his hardest to stifle his pained grunts when you pinch his forearm admonishingly, but there's really no way out of this. Ayato would certainly craft another bullshit reason to coax you anyway. (A part of you thinks it might be fun to keep up the charade just to hear what he'd say next.)

“Right.” You hold up your hand, and Ayato's eyes flicker with mischief. His slender fingers wrap around your wrist, brushing over the jut of your bone. He marvels at the size of it, dwarfed by his large hands, and he curls his fingers tighter.

...He doesn't seem to be assessing your temperature.

But you are mindful of his, a searing heat devouring your senses. His light touches settle heavily on your skin, a prominent warmth amidst the cold gale. Where his fingers rest leave imprints of fire, trails of scorched ash in his wake.

Experimentally, his thumb rubs circles on your palm, tracing over the lines. He rolls the soft flesh, staring at the small cuts and calluses with an attentive eye. Burning the image into his mind. Fiddling with the shape of your fingers. Then, following a brief hitch of his breath, he fits his own in the spaces between yours.

His hand is soft, you think to yourself. Without the presence of leather, it is fully bare, pale and dusted with pink. His knuckles are pronounced, palm surprisingly unscarred in spite of vigorous sword practice, but a writer's callus lay on his ring finger. It is easy to imagine his frame hunched over his desk, pen between his fingers, ink running dry from writing back to missives and signing endless contracts.

(And responding to engagement offers. You would know. They clutter his workspace, scented letters branded by wax seals of a distinguished family's emblem.

He barely throws a cursory glance at them before giving his never changing answer.)

When he gives your hand a squeeze, you finally ask, “Is it warm?”

“Yes.” He sounds somewhat strangled, there, less confident than he was before he took your hand. “Very warm.”

He reluctantly parts with it, stepping back to reduce your close proximity. Ayaka fans herself as she scrutinizes his reddening complexion, and Thoma—partial to the lord, you see, even though he wasn't very eager to lend you a hand before—makes some excuse about a meeting he has to attend to (some beetle fight with Itto, most likely) and if you'd kindly excuse their presence.

“...Please pardon my brother's strange behavior,” Ayaka murmurs when only the both of you remain in the room. “He could be quite straightforward when his curiosity is piqued. He doesn't have weird intentions, really.”

She doesn't appear to believe it herself, but you appreciate her attempts to clean up Ayato's mess.

“It's no trouble, milady.” You flash a placating smile for good measure, reaching down to collect the discarded gloves Thoma nearly tripped on in his way out. “But I'm afraid I'll have to take my leave now as well...”

“Yes, of course! You may go.”

Following her affirmation, you scramble to take a duster and retreat to clean the library.

At least she doesn't comment on your flushed cheeks and colored ears. Small mercies. (There's only so much composure you can exhaust within one day.)

For all that you (privately) complain about the extensive list of chores to tackle in the Kamisato Estate, you find tending to the garden fairly enjoyable. Alas, you can't exactly spend the whole day pruning the shrubbery; the smile on your face drops when you're sent to go on a shopping trip. Worse still, with no one to assist you in carrying the groceries. Thoma has already promised to accompany Ayaka for a mission, and everyone else is busy preparing for the Kamisato head's upcoming business trip.

Said Kamisato head is apparently “free” and “has the spare time to help” despite being the one who should be busy holing himself up in his office.

Regardless of your protests, Ayato insists on tagging along to the market. Which brings you to your current situation, your employer dutifully carrying bundles of cloth and a basket of radishes and carrots with an easygoing smile, while your hands remain empty. He is... considerate, if you were to speak in flowery words. He is stubborn, if you were to be blunt.

However, he is relatively obedient, save for the handful of times he rushes off to chase something that caught his eye. As a result, he keeps purchasing cheap trinkets he'll probably have no use for and his pocket is brimming of candy he sometimes stuffs your mouth with when you have something to scold him for. (To be fair, it's very effective for shutting you up.)

“Please don't interrupt me from speaking,” your words are partly muffled, mouth still chewing on the confection. Ayato smiles innocently, pressing another piece of sugar to your lips.

“Where are we headed next?” He questions, looking around the bustling streets as he tucks the jar of konpeito candy in his sleeve. “Do you still have vegetables you need to buy?”

You shake your head. “No, the cook said he's only missing radishes and carrots in particular. I've also gotten the materials needed to mend clothes Thoma asked for.”

He deflates at that, disappointment painting his expression. “I suppose we're returning, then?”

You purse your lips, considering your options. It isn't like you were told to come back an appointed time, and you could always blame Ayato for your tardiness... “Does my lord wish to visit anywhere specifically?”

The river of stars in his eyes twinkle ever so slightly, flashing a thinly-veiled childish gleam. “Not anything I could think of at the top of my head. Do you have any recommendations in mind?”

“Recommendations?”

“Places you like to visit.”

During your free time, you usually look around to shop for clothing or accessories... but they're nowhere near the quality befitting of nobles. The yukata isn't tailored to your size, made from cheaper cloth of cotton, and aren't as decorative to what your lord is used to; it's what makes it affordable. Whereas Ayato is often dressed in luxurious silks, embellished with golden thread and customized to his liking.

“It's no harm to bring you there... I guess.” You scratch your cheek. “Though I can't guarantee you'll like it.”

“Nonsense.” He smiles amicably. He reaches for the basket before you can grab it, gesturing for you to start walking. “I'm sure I'll have a good time regardless where it is.”

And... he does. He marvels at the extravagant brocades displayed at boutiques, wondering how one could possibly wear so many heavy layers. Though he doesn't buy clothes for himself, he decides to buy a cute purse he thinks his sister would appreciate.

Ayato expresses interest in ornaments and cosmetics as well, to which the shop owner proceeds to happily introduce her entire catalogue for a man she knows has deep pockets. He doesn't disappoint.

“You don't want anything?” He asks when you only answer his questions pertaining to Ayaka's preferences, two steps behind, never taking the opportunity to roam and search for potential additions in your wardrobe.

It's not that you haven't seen anything you'd like to take home, per se. More like everything is too expensive for your pocket money in this high-end portion of town. “No,” you say instead, because it's easier to explain that way.

He tilts his head inquisitively, but doesn't push the topic. “Help me choose a hair pin then. You know what fits Ayaka best.”

He leads you to the display case housing rows of hair ornaments, each one more remarkable than the next. The last one, undoubtedly the most costly whose price would make you weep, teeters on the edge of gaudy. Adorned with silver butterflies, tear drop sapphires, gems delicately shaped like dewy petals and white pearls sitting atop carved gold, they almost blind your eyes.

“...She'd look beautiful in everything,” is the conclusion you come to, because you speak nothing but the truth. “But please don't buy everything. She will get mad at you.”

“I know,” he sighs. “That's why I needed your help picking one.”

You almost drill holes to the items with how hard you're staring at them, but you eventually point at the pin with pink blossoms. “This would contrast nicely with her hair.”

“Mhm. If you say so,” he hums approvingly, tracing the sculpted leaves.

“Then if that's all, I'll go pay...”

“Ah, which reminds me.” He spins on his heel to face you, lips shaped into an apologetic smile. “I'm nearly running out of parchment paper. Could you stop by the stationery store up front? I'll handle things from here and meet you by the entrance.”

“Of course, my lord.”

On your way outside, you resolutely do not allow your curious gaze to steer towards the tables of sparkling jewelry.

--

The trip back to the estate is uneventful, and the rest of the afternoon passes like any other.

Perhaps the only inconsistency in your repetitive days is the accidental nap you fall into, blanketed in warm rays of sunshine and caressed by the refreshing breeze slipping past ajar doors, your cheek resting on the surface of the table you were supposed to be cleaning. How uncouth of me, you think as you wipe your mouth to check for signs of drool. Your only respite is not having anyone witness you in such a state, otherwise you would've long been rudely awakened and received an earful of chastising.

...Is what you think, until you spot a foreign ring you definitely do not recall putting on.

It curls around your finger, dotted with crystals in a hue of blue you're all too familiar with. You see it everyday, gleaming in mischief, darkening with intrigue. Framed by long, long lashes, crinkling at the corners when filled with mirth. Crashing torrents that freeze in displeasure yet inexplicably gentle the moment it meets your eyes, like gentle sea waves that pad to your feet.

(You wonder if this is why he insisted on touching your hands so much, just to roughly measure your ring size.)

“I hope you fare well during my absence. Fear not, I will do my best not to prolong my leave.”

The way his words sound so self-assured and full of conviction doesn't sit well with you, and the genuine pity reflected in his irises almost makes your eyebrow twitch. You haven't even spoken a word before he began his theatrics.

“Take as long as you need,” you reassure him. “My lord mustn't rush his work.”

He wilts, but he perks right back up, “No need to put up a front. I'll come back for you.”

Incorrigible.

“Then I await your safe return.” You bow deeply as you swallow back a sigh of defeat, the other servants lined up on either side of the street moving accordingly.

“Please be careful,” Ayaka bids when she walks in front of him. “I've heard of bandits intercepting carriages to steal... I don't mean to undermine your abilities, but you should still be vigilant of trouble.”

Ayato laughs at that. “You don't have to worry, Ayaka. They'll sooner surrender before they lay a single scratch on me.” Glancing at the supplies being loaded on his carriage, he grimaces slightly. “I better get going. I'll see you all in three weeks.”

He climbs to the interior, giving you a final smile before closing the door. You stare at the carriage until it fully disappears, the trotting of horses out of earshot. When Thoma begins to walk back to the estate, you fall into step with him, matching his strides.

“The lord hasn't left for this long in a while,” he comments, to which you hum in agreement. “Think you'll miss him?”

“Three weeks is hardly a long time,” you retort back, complacent for the rare period of peace to follow the next month. “He'll return in no time, as if he'd never been gone in the first place.”

Thoma eyes you strangely at that, but says no more. “If you say so.”

--

The first day is bliss. No disruptions in your work, no unwanted conversation partner as a distraction, no midnight snacks needed to be prepared for the clan head a weird mix between workaholic and slacker.

The second day proves to be the same. No incessant chatter in your ear as you sweep the floor, no complaints for a stack of paperwork to be done within the day, no sudden requests of a shoulder massage for a job well done deserving of a reward.

The third day, you feel like your schedule is lacking, blank spots of free time sprinkled in between.

Ah, right. The tea breaks.

You tell yourself you only miss the fragrant tea, the selection of treats given to you by the young master's generosity. Not his thoughtful commentary for the taste, the chuckles spilling from his lips when you respond to his quips, the brief moments of eye contact before you resume your respective duties.

The fourth day, you're sent to hang the laundry. You tell yourself you don't miss a certain someone's abrupt appearance, poking a head through the sheets to startle you, huffing bright peals of laughter when he attains his desired reaction.

The fifth day, the cook requests your help to prep dinner. My lord doesn't like this dish, the sentence almost leaves your tongue as your eyes track down the recipe when you remember right, he's not here, and milady likes this dish, so it's one of the few chances she gets to eat it.

The sixth day, you clean his office. You organize the account books, restock his collection of pens and paper, and shuffle through his mail to sort them by category (definitely not noting down the number of letters asking for his hand in marriage). Your face flushes slightly when an unassuming bookmark falls out of a book you pick up from the floor, familiar flowers pressed thinly to fit between the pages. (You have only given those flowers on a whim, plucking fresh blossoms from plants you grew outside the Kamisato's garden. You didn't think he'd keep it around; they're not nearly as fancy as what his family owns.)

By the seventh day, you check the calendar and determine time is a social construct. There is no way it's only been seven days.

--

“How do I look?”

“Positively charming,” you say dryly.

“You're not looking.”

Your eyes flit to Thoma's attire. “I am.”

He shakes his head, taking off the robes he'd been trying on. “You're always daydreaming nowadays. What are you thinking about?”

Reminiscing the last time you visited this clothing store, which is when you brought the young master in your shopping trip. But he doesn't need to know that. “It's nothing. Are you buying it?”

“Since you kindly gave an approving opinion, sure.” His tone drips with sarcasm as he takes out his money pouch, paying for the clothes. “I think I don't need the answer from you, actually. I'm confident I have an accurate guess.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean by that?”

“Who else would linger in your mind?” Thoma sighs in dramatic fashion, stepping out of the premises with you not far behind. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder, after all.”

Bristling, you vehemently refute, “I'm not thinking inappropriately of the lord, if that's what you're implying.”

“I didn't mention any names.”

“But you clearly meant him.”

He holds up his hands. “If that's what you want to believe, suit yourself.”

His gaze drops to the ring wrapped around your finger. The ring has been a topic of interest for the gossip mongers within the estate, wondering who you could've received it from; what other implications can wearing a ring have? Your cold exterior is no secret, your heart guarded with thorns, so who was able to sweep you off your feet in the end?

Thoma only needed one look at the shade of blue to make a correct guess.

“...I'm sure at this point, you know of his intentions,” Thoma says slowly. “And I have plenty of reasons to believe his affections aren't entirely unrequited.”

If they were, you would have brushed off Ayato already, just like you always do with the others. He may be persistent, but he knows how to back off. Yet the most you do is sigh and spoil him, albeit in (fond) exasperation.

“Even if they aren't...” you fidget with the hem of your shirt, averting your gaze from his blazing eyes, “...it doesn't mean we'll work. I'm certain he has better prospects for a spouse, anyway.”

“You mean those daughters from noble families?” He snorts. “He'd barely give them the time of day before running back to you. You should know that by now. Don't you remember when he faked being sick in that lunch meeting so you could take care of him?”

Of course you do. He had pretended to be in a dizzy spell, collapsing on your shoulder and making furtive hand signals asking for your help to get the lovesick maiden off his back. There really is no way to reject people like her without offending his business associate, so he tended to evade confrontations in roundabout ways.

You could excuse his clingy behavior out of necessity; it would be disgraceful to collapse on the floor, after all. The problem lies with the aftermath where you had already steered clear of the trouble but he insists on requiring treatment, body calculatively feeble as he gives you woeful pleas.

In another world, perhaps this would've been a heart-rending experience: a cold man who didn't share his burdens with others asking help from you specifically, because you were special and he trusted you the most.

In this world though, the act is only deserving of a derisive snort. He pulled off this plot for who knows how many times. How would holding your hand help with his throbbing headache anyway?

(You ignore the fact you indulge him each time regardless.)

“In any case, the lord is returning in a week. Not much time left for you to mope,” he laughs, even as you elbow his side.

A week.

(That is one week too long.)

--

When Ayato returns five days short of three weeks, you aren't there to greet him.

Instead, you are sick in bed, bundled in a pile of blankets, and suffering from a stuffy nose.

Ah, and delirious from fever. Very much so.

So when Ayato miraculously appears in your bedroom earlier than scheduled, you only sniff in response and brush him off as a hallucination.

But of course, your dismissive attitude isn't enough to discourage him from pestering you and running his mouth. He hovers by your bedside, noting with glee that you keep his ring on a nightstand close by. “This is rare. I don't think I've ever seen you ill.”

But you've seen him plenty, frail and weak after days straight of sleepless nights. He doesn't look too pretty in such a mood, quick-tempered and sharp-tongued at the slightest annoyance. He only ever softens when your expression flits to dismay for a fraction of a second before dutifully offering him prescribed medicine from the family's physician, the saddened expression gone like a mirage.

“How are you this annoying even in my dreams...”

As it turns out, you're even more of a worse case than he is.

“Mhm. Your filter is completely shut down when you're sick, huh.” Ayato laughs, amused at the surprising revelation. He doesn't get to be the receiving end of your blunt words very often. “Alright. How bad do you feel right now?”

“Terrible, since it's the ass crack of dawn.”

It is not the ass crack of dawn, but you wouldn't know any better with the curtains drawn. “Do you have an appetite? I'll have a servant bring a meal.” Then, he slyly adds, “I can feed you, if you want me to.”

He doesn't know which part of that statement appeals to you the most but you sit up straight, attentive.

Interesting.

Though Ayato meant it in jest, he has no complaints scooping spoonfuls of porridge to bring to your lips. He patiently coaxes you into drinking the bitter medicine after, quickly soothing you with bite-sized cut fruit to wash away the acrid taste.

“Good job,” he compliments, chuckling when you glow at the praise. Your lips are shiny with juice, trickling from the corner of your mouth.

Absent-mindedly, his hand lifts to caress your cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping it away. You jolt, a startled sound escaping you, and you hasten to clamp a hand over his mouth.

He blinks at you owlishly, dumbfounded.

“Don't,” you speak, your face decorated with a lovely pink. “You'll... you'll get sick.”

Ayato takes an embarrassing amount of time to process what that means. However, when he does, you can feel him grin beneath your fingers. He takes your hand, his huff of laughter tickling your palm.

“I thought we were in a dream? You don't get sick from kisses in dreams,” he teases, pressing a light kiss to your wrist. Your heart stutters in bewilderment but you make no move to pull away, only twitching when he kisses your fingertips.

“It's better to be careful...” your brows knit together, and he kisses the crease away too.

“Okay. Let's do it next time then, when you're truly awake.” He gently pushes you to your back, fluffing up the pillows for your comfort and tucking you in the blankets. Then, indulgently, he presses a final kiss to the crown of your head. “Rest well so I can get that kiss sooner, hm?”

“That's a stupid reason to recover...” you murmur defiantly, stubbornly blinking your drooping eyes open.

In the end, you fall asleep to the sound of his laughter, the fingers combing through your hair, and the rhythmic beat in his chest.

--

When you wake up, you admonish yourself for having such a shameless subconscious, but you acknowledge that you had a good dream.

Then your eyes land on a pair of discarded gloves on your nightstand, one that you remember Ayato putting away before he began to spoonfeed you your meal.

...Fuck.

“With all due respect, I don't believe being your headrest is part of my duty, my lord.”

A thoughtful hum answers you, preceded by a curious glance at your expression. Your legs are folded underneath you, back straight and eyes overlooking the garden instead of the weight resting on your lap. You can feel him shift, turning over where he faces against the porch, his robes wrinkling where it lay below.

“Are you suddenly becoming shy because a maidservant passed by?” He places down the novel in his hands on the wooden floorboards, watching your face burn in embarrassment. “I doubt this is the first time she's seen us, though.”

“My apologies. I'm not as thick-skinned as you are.”

“I'd prefer the term 'proud,'” he pokes the sash around your waist, smiling cheekily. “Who wouldn't want to show off their lover?”

He feels you stiffen, sees the flush of pink crawling outwards to the tips of your ears. “It's inappropriate. We're in a public setting.”

“That's only because you refuse to enter my chambers.” Ayato sighs and you look positively mortified. “I wouldn't ravage you, if that's what you're worried about?”

“My lord, please be reasonable. Whether you do or not, I will still be seen as your bed warmer. Did milady not advise us to be discreet? Inazuma would be in an uproar if they learned you were... you were...” you purse your lips, unable to spit the last word.

“Wedded.”

“I'm afraid we haven't gone that far, my lord,” you deadpan.

“So will you consider it?”

“My lord.”

“What?”

You give him a look, and he sighs in acquiescence. But he turns to face the opposite direction, expression hidden fron view. You can practically hear the pout in his voice, “I see. [Name] only sees me as a fling. My heart breaks to know this bliss is short-lived, but I will cherish our remaining time together.”

He's begun his theatrics again, you think tiredly, accustomed to his stunts. “In any case, we must be careful. We never know who has loose lips around here...”

He's still not facing you, resolutely looking away.

...Is he sulking for real? Was that a genuine marriage proposal?

“My lord?” You call out softly, in a lover's tender voice. He doesn't respond. Quieter, you whisper to his ear, “Ayato?” yet that doesn't earn a reaction either.

You start to panic, wondering if you were acting too indifferently. The change in your relationship had been a recent one, and you're still settling in a period of adjustment; even if you wanted to properly flirt with him like normal lovers do, bickering came more naturally to you.

You reach for his shoulder, hoping to turn him over and see his face. But then he catches your wrist, and you only have a second to catch a glimpse of his triumphant smirk before he captures your lips in a chaste kiss.

“Mhm, I see. So you're more considerate towards me when we're dating,” he cheerfully notes, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear as if he can't see the way your shocked gaze morphs into a cold glare. “I truly am privileged.”

“Incorrigible.” The word drips with poison, but he laughs and kisses you again, thumbing at the ring around your finger.

“Too bad you're stuck with me forever, huh?”

— genshin men in a royalty au

INCLUDES : ayato ; childe ; dainsleif ; diluc ; kaeya

A/N : just some massive brainrot on royalty aus bc i love them so much and hhjhsdl

reader is gender neutral w/ you/your pronouns !!

likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

— imagine you’re in a royalty-esque au, but as like,,,, the personal guard for crown prince!diluc, who sometimes tends to take the title of “personal” a little too seriously at times (which includes, but is most definitely not limited to, keeping you in close company, even when your presence is by no means mandatory). but in spite of his sometimes overbearing need for you to be there beside him, you don’t mind his nuanced insistence; after all, it’s your sworn duty to look out for and protect the future king of mondstadt, right?

being brought up as the future heir to the throne isn’t as romanticised as he’s read his people make it out to be. constantly living on edge, wondering if there’s an assassination attempt waiting for him at the turn of a corner, anticipating a poisoned beverage from an opposer… all of these things are never depicted, and the loneliness that he’s forced to accommodate to certainly isn’t mentioned either. so when you’re hand-picked by his father as his personal guard, he’s even more agitated. it’s the perfect way to get close and get rid of him, right? but contrary to his inner fears, you never did anything of the sort, you merely trained and tended to his needs as you were instructed to. he was still skeptical, though that all changed when an assassination attempt occurred on the night he was to turn eighteen. he didn’t know how you had arrived so quickly, but in that moment all he could focus on was how ethereal the moonlight trickling in through his window made you appear. and it was after that incident he began to open up to you more, and the true nature of his feelings began to bubble within.

but if there’s one thing diluc makes sure to show in front of you it’s the countless marriage proposals he rejects, even going as far as burning the letters in a way he prays gets his message to you across. but no matter how many times he does so, you always regard him in neutrality — as though him openly rejecting marital opportunities from foreign lands had nothing to do with you. is it so hard to believe he would choose your hand to delicately hold and kiss instead? the notion pains him greatly. do you not see the way he stares so longingly? so desperately? so hopelessly??

— but even that righteous motive of protecting your homeland and future ruler takes unprecedented swerves, what with the way second prince!kaeya always seems to appear in front of you, regardless of the task you’re in the middle of. sometimes you wonder whether he just lurks around the areas you tend to frequent within the palace grounds, as him not being sighted for a day is more of a rarity than you would like (though begrudgingly you can’t deny the way his presence brings you a peace of mind within the typically monotonous days, even if his constant teasing gradually becomes more and more genuine when they most definitely shouldn’t).

though his illegitimate birth status may have been swept under the rug from the larger part of the population, it was by no means a privy matter to the old nobles of the court. kaeya had faced countless scorn and disdain, and he had expected the same disgusted look from you when you first met. but you did nothing of the sort. you merely regarded him with his royal status and paid no heed to his unbefitting background, even when he knew damn well you’re aware of it. but you carried on, minding your own business, performing your knightly duties while he couldn’t help but be drawn closer, and closer, and closer. so close he couldn’t bear to back away. and thus he began memorising your most frequented spots, betting on the odds that would allow him to encounter and approach you in a way more natural than just summoning you out of the blue.

his feelings hit him deep in the gut, the realisation of his curiosity-turned-infatuation catching him like a deer in headlights. he knows it’s forbidden — that he should crush these fleeting feelings stemmed from the sheer indifference you displayed at his birth status. he knows he should spare himself the heartache early on, so why is he showing you his secret spot in the back of the gardens? why does he insistently take the time to prepare snacks that caters to your taste when he knows you have a particularly grueling training that afternoon? just why… why does his heart seem to only grow fonder for you as the days pass, no matter whether it’s spent with you or not? deep inside kaeya knows his heart will beat so lovingly for you and you only, even if you love another.

— royal guard commander!dainsleif who always assigns you to go on patrols with him when organising the groups, regardless of whether the high frequency of it all begins to draw suspicion from his subordinates, especially when he still persists even after you’ve been promoted to be the crown prince’s personal guard. sure, you respect the man — in fact, you very well look up to him! — and you don’t mind going on patrols with him, but you’re pretty sure you’re not the only “tolerable” knight in the royal guards… (his subordinates never voice the blatantly obvious reason aloud though; not even when they’re frozen in place at their commander’s uncharacteristically soft demeanour and honey-dripping gaze when in your presence, his usual blunt and nonchalant self nowhere to be seen. well, all but a close knight by the name halfdan, at least).

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Byeol~ I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are!! You can do this when you're not busy, but I wanted to make a drabble request with the "there's only one bed" prompt with Ayato and Childe <33 I'm stuck between Diluc and Scaramouche (since your characterization for them is to die for) so you can choose whoever you like more for the last. Thank you so much and have a good time!

underneath twilight ♡ part one

✦ ayato. childe. diluc. scaramouche. x gn!reader | part two.

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.

ayato *. ⋆ lord and employee relationship

your eyes bounce between the extravagant king-sized bed and sofa. immediately, you make a beeline for the latter and promptly sit down on it. 

as you fluff the cushions on the sofa, AYATO's shadow casts over where you are. aside from his clean, familiar scent that was enough to scramble your brain whenever it enveloped you, he was the only other person in the room. 

the room he insisted you stay in — reasoning that it was reckless for you to sleep with the other male housekeepers, and that no one would wait on him. 

wasn't it the same though, staying in the same room as him? you wanted to question, but refrained, biting your tongue instead. he'd most likely find another way to have the last word. he always did. 

you look up at him, folding your hands in your lap and offering him a polite bow. "i bid you goodnight, milord. please do not hesitate to wake me if you require anything." 

ayato hums, tilting his head in your direction playfully, before elegantly taking a seat next to you. he crosses his legs, blatantly making himself comfortable. 

you blink dumbly. what was he up to now? squirming slightly under his gaze, you cautiously approach, "my lord?" 

"go ahead. sleep," he taunts airily. his voice drops an octave lower when he follows his challenge with, "i'll move you to the bed once you do." 

your stomach knots furiously, and it only worsens when he leans in abruptly. the commissioner seemed to have no concept of personal space, as he always lingered a little too close — never at a distance that could allow you to form coherent thoughts. 

the only problem was, you didn't mind this as much as you should have. 

"is that what you were hoping for?" he asks, tone changing from teasing to innocent so startlingly it almost gave you whiplash.

but after working alongside him for several years, you knew that ayato was never innocent — no matter how much he tried to hide it behind an innocuous facade composed of eloquence, grace, and close-lipped smiles. 

"i wouldn't dare!" you refute a tad too late. and with the cheery grin on his face, he knows you had considered it. sputtering out, "i could not possibly allow you to sleep here!" 

"i never mentioned that i would." he stands up, finally giving you a chance to breathe again, and makes a show of clambering into bed. laying on his side, his eyes shone with a gleam you were all-too-familiar with. "i'll stay right here. beside you." 

the long whoosh of air that gets knocked out of you a second time leaves you speechless, and all you could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, from where you sat. 

when you don't move, ayato sighs. "would you rather i turn this into an order?" he says it good-naturedly, though you knew firsthand that he'd make do with this threat. "i will not lay a hand on you. quite frankly, i cannot be bothered with the paperwork if you do report me for harassment." 

and even though ayato was never innocent, he's never placed you in harm's way. so, you slowly make your way to the bed with your back against the wall, arms slightly raised in apprehension.

still, you wonder if you could get away with strangling him in his sleep. you're pretty sure you'd be doing everyone a favor. perhaps a generous reward awaits you from guuji yae. 

ayato only tracks your figure with a lazy, amused smile. like a fox waiting for its prey. 

eventually, you find yourself under the covers. exhausted from today's activities and not wanting to deal with the man next to you, you fall asleep rather quickly after a murmured goodnight.

propping his head in his fist, he gingerly pulls the blanket closer below your chin. his hand lingers there for a second, thinking about how easily you'd fallen into his whims. 

his hand trails down to your jawline, tracing it as you slept. his heart is barely beating when a content sigh leaves your lips, feeling as if he could stay in this moment forever. 

in this moment, where you felt within his reach. and although you always were, given your occupation, tonight felt like he was hanging by a thin thread — suspended in time.

a place where status did not matter. a place where he did not have to mind prying eyes, and meddlesome mouths. a place where, even while you were asleep, his touch could cause you such contentment. 

and that was enough for him.

for now, at least.

childe  *. ⋆  childhood friends to lovers

"leave that for tomorrow," CHILDE complains, calling out to you from the other side of the room.

"i know, i know," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you finally switch the lights close. "'m coming." 

it's almost pitch-black, and the cool weight of evening and fatigue fall on your shoulders. only silhouettes dance within the shadows as you maneuver in the dark to locate your bed. 

your knees hit the edge of its frame, and you pat the surface blindly. childe lets out a small grunt, "that was my stomach," he all but wheezes. 

"sorry," you snickered, not sounding a bit apologetic.

childe coming over to sleep was nothing new. the two of you were inseparable when you were younger, and you shared many other things besides a bed growing up. 

that is until he disappeared from your life for quite a while, and this little sleepover would mark the first time in a long time again.

though not much has truly changed. 

he's still insisted that you take the side that's right next to the wall, with him closest to the door. he explained that he'd be able to protect you much more quickly if ever someone intruded.

and like before, you're always the last to come to bed, so you always find yourself crawling over him to get to your spot. 

but the passage of time does not keep everything the same. it's inevitable — something that goes by unnoticed when you don't pay attention. not until the shifts are right in front of you.

because now, you've forgotten that childe's taller. much broader. and before you realize it, you clumsily fall over half of his body. he lets out a second grunt that night, and with a strength you don't recall he possessed before, he keeps you there by draping an arm over your hip. 

you strain your head up to look at him, the tip of your nose brushing his neck. this too, seemed like a new development. one you weren't overly opposed to. hesitantly, you whisper, "childe ... ?"

"stay there," he mumbles, releasing you momentarily to fix your positions and the blanket over both of you. you bury your face in his neck as he holds you in an attempt to become snug. 

"good?" he asks quietly. his fingers thread in your hair, featherlight touches as they dance atop your scalp.

you hum an affirmative reply, clinging to his shirt just a little more.

"good." there's a fond lilt in his voice, and you knew that he'd probably give you shit about this tomorrow morning, but you couldn't help it. 

despite the changes, despite all the years that passed, he still felt warm and familiar. solid and safe. 

"i didn't know you missed me this much," he teases. apparently, he couldn't wait until tomorrow. 

"i did," you admit, and childe is partly taken aback, not expecting you to humor him with blunt honesty. "more than you know." 

the arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer to his side. feigning his laid-back demeanor, he easily replies with, "oh, i know." 

you huff, managing a retort despite your weariness. "you're so annoying."

he laughs, and you feel his entire upper body shake. his hand goes to your upper arm, rubbing it up and down mindlessly. "but you love me." 

"i do," you whisper. the confession is so delicate — so raw — that his hand stills in their movements while sleep drags you deeper into its hold. "more than you know." 

vaguely, you feel him angle his head to look down on you. something damp presses against your forehead so lightly, that you almost believe that you were dreaming already. 

but childe's lips murmur against your forehead.

"i love you more." he breathes.

diluc  *. ⋆  fake dating

DILUC pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. he didn't account for how kaeya and the others would actually go this far. 

it started with a straightforward proposition. a simple scheme to get elzer and kaeya off his back, but he didn't foresee this far ahead into the future, nor considered this possibility. 

a future where you're both forced to share a room since you were parading around as "lovers" in mondstadt.

"i'm really sorry," you began, and diluc hates the way you sound so remorseful. this wasn't even your fault, as it was him who'd stupidly roped you into this entire predicament. "i could ask the front desk if they have another spare room, but they might find out that we separated ways." 

and he hates that it's still him, his reputation, his well-being, that you were considering to the very end. "i don't care. i would much rather have you sleep comfortably instead of keeping up with this act. i can sleep on the floor or move rooms —" 

"it's fine!" you blurt out. diluc opens his mouth to protest again, but you hurriedly propose, "we can share! it's just two people sleeping." 

with the look on your face, diluc knew you weren't entirely convinced as well. but then you continue with forced indifference lacing your voice, "plus ... this is all just fake, right?" 

an arrow pierces through his chest. 

"yes," he lies, mouth going dry. the arrow's steel tip digs down a little deeper. 

you nod, gifting him with a smile that's meant to reassure him, but diluc only feels dishonorable. after a while of awkwardly shuffling around one another, you feel the bed dip beside you as he finally lies down. 

"should i head down and request another blanket?" diluc offers. truly, why would whoever designed this room place an enormously large bed with a single piece of cloth that was half its size? 

you swallow nervously, avoiding his eye. "we could also ... share. if you don't mind." 

he gives you the tiniest little nod, and before he can spark another argument about moving rooms once more, you scoot closer to his side until you're flush against him. 

draping the blanket over both of you, he wonders if you could hear the hammering of his heart in this dead of night. it would be impossible for you not to. 

"please sleep well." your words come out muffled from his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out.

he keeps his arm above your shoulder, afraid to wrongly touch you anywhere else.  

he's aware that you've both gone too far to go back, and that you're both too terrified to move forward. and with the way he pulls you closer, presses you more tightly against him, even he can't deny that this wasn't just for warmth anymore. 

because with every minute that goes by, diluc knows he can't ever let you go. not when you feel like home in his arms. 

so he closes his eyes and decides that when the sun rises, he needs to make this all real, somehow. 

but that was a promise for tomorrow when you both start anew. 

scaramouche *. ⋆ enemies to lovers

"listen, can we please just get this over with?" you plead wearily. 

SCARAMOUCHE stood by the edge of the singular bed that you were currently arguing over. exhaustion permeated the air, as today's mission was longer than most — courtesy of your assigned partner, who never failed to give you a migraine — and you definitely did not want to sleep on cold, hard ground tonight. 

scaramouche closes his eyes with an irritated click of his tongue, looking as equally exhausted as you did. still, he manages to sneer and say, "and as i said, i'll be taking the bed." 

you heave a sigh, massaging your temples. "no, you'll take the floor." 

"i won't. do you forget your place? i carry a higher rank than you do." 

"fine," you spit out bitterly. "i'll go and ask childe if i can room with him. maybe he won't be an immature ass and actually knows how to fucking share." 

that's when his head snaps back to look at you again. bingo. his nostrils flare while he glowers at you — an expression you were practically immune to by now. "i can fucking share."

"see?" you scoff. archons, he was so predictable. "must you always win?" 

unbeknownst to you, scaramouche lets that comment slide, distracting himself by rearranging the extra pillows into a line down the middle of the bed, splitting it in half. 

because yes, when it comes to you, he'll always win. he wants — needs — to.

he gets in first, and you follow right after without any semblance of fear. it's something that's bothered him up to this very day and is responsible for the tight feeling in his chest whenever in your orbit that he's yet to name or acknowledge at all.

"stay on your fucking side or i will burn this entire place down," scaramouche warns threateningly.

you don't miss a beat when you answer just as rudely, "then we wouldn't have anywhere else to sleep, you idiot."

both of you lay there in stifling silence for a while, both staring up at the ceiling. neither of you questioned the tsaritsa's orders whenever you were forced to work together — but sleeping was a dangerous and vulnerable position to be caught in even if you were technically on the same side.

and it seemed like both of you was aware of that. 

"thank you," you express quietly, clearing your throat. your words hang heavily above your head, but you carry on. "i wasn't entirely keen on sharing a room with childe. or anyone else, if i'm being truly honest." 

the air shifts ever so slightly, and scaramouche stays silent for three more seconds before he can prevent himself from asking, "because?"

he feels you move to peek at him from the fortress of pillows, and he can nearly imagine the astonishment on your face. as much as he wants to witness it, he keeps his eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling. 

"oh. well, i'm simply not as comfortable with the others unlike when i'm with you," you reveal easily, lying back down.

a feeling of pride surges in his chest.

"and i'm sorry —" you begin before he cuts you off. 

"it's ... fine," he responds curtly. the phrase felt so foreign on his tongue. dealing with forgiveness was never his specialty. normally, whoever slighted him never lived to see another day to apologize. 

"but are you always this talkative even before you sleep?" he gripes without any real malice to it. 

you let out a small, drowsy laugh, and he finds himself enamored with the sound, instead of being vexed. he doesn't fight the urge anymore and turns his head to look at you. 

he's grateful he did. 

it was the first time he'd seen you laugh, genuinely, without any pretense, and it filled him with another strange, unfamiliar, burst of emotion. 

"only with you," you mumble softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "goodnight, idiot." 

he merely scoffs at your name-calling, not wanting to presume how affectionate it almost sounded. soon, he allows himself to rest, sleeping soundly for the first time in years. 

and neither of you says anything when you both wake up entangled in each other's arms. 

the line of pillows gone, boundaries crossed, and sides long forgotten. 

✦ byeol’s notes: thank you to the lovely nonnie who requested this! i decided to do them all, my way of saying thanks for being so sweet and i loved the idea! and to my other readers, i'll be back to posting regularly — at least, once a week — if life is kind. ♡

i've been catching up on kdramas and manhwas, so you might've noticed that ayato's part is inspired by that one scene in the business proposal and the duke's cursed charm.

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