#genshim drabbles

[zlebooks]

𓂃 diluc + in every other universe .

contains mentions of bullying, minor character death (it's diluc's father).

you love diluc and you never told him.

you never told him when you two were five years old— you had no concept of what love is nor what a crush is, so you just think you had some kind of disease that only appeared whenever he was around. 

it was one of the reasons why you started avoiding him as a kid; your heart would always beat faster and harder, rendering you breathless whenever he was around. it was only until when kaeya extended his brother's apologies did you realize how much you liked the redhead.

that night, when you asked your mother what to call the feelings you were harboring, she only laughed in response before tucking you to bed.

(and as you stare at the scribbles on the written note of apology that came from diluc, you answer your own question.

this must be love.)

you couldn't find the courage to tell him when you were eight, completely helpless when your bullies pushed you on the ground. 

they had been cruel for their age; mocking your appearance and even bringing your mother into it. even when you started tearing up, they remained unsympathetic— things only became worse for you as your tears only encouraged them further.

"leave y/n alone!" a fuming red-faced diluc enters the room, literally dragging you upwards so you wouldn't be kneeling anymore. he even went so far as to dusting your knees, trying to remove the stains on your skirt, muttering a quick apology when you winced once he touches a bruise.

the bullies, warned by their own parents to never get on the ragnvindr heir's bad side, immediately scurries away.

your knight in shining armor growls at them, saying words that would have gotten a soap in his mouth if your mother was around. the boy apologizes once again, realizing he had cursed in front of you.

diluc wipes your tears away with his white hanky, embarrassingly wiping your snot in the process as well.

"are you okay?" he asks in the softest tone you have ever heard from him. if his voice can be touched, you were sure it would be fluffy just like a cloud or the hair that your golden retriever had.

you nod timidly in response, followed by a short 'thank you.'

thinking about the memory now that you were older, you have always liked to think that you said 'i love you' in just two words.

(that same day, diluc taught you how to throw punches here and there in case you needed to.)

at the age of twelve, diluc's father died.

it was hard for everyone; they had lost a friend, a family, and a partner— but to diluc and kaeya, they lost a father.

when his dad died, you could feel diluc practically slipping away from you, from his brother, from his friends, from everyone. this became the start of diluc's isolation; he always demanded to be left alone, and he never talked to anyone unless needed. the sweet morning greetings or the usual friday movie nights were suddenly put to a stop, as he had started to build a very tall wall around him— a wall that no one could climb or penetrate.

even until now, even after seven years since you realized that you might love this boy a little more than you did with anyone else, you couldn't find the courage to tell diluc that you love him. and it almost eats you up whole; because you knew diluc needed someone to be there, needed someone that would go through thick and thin with him, and you know that person could be you. but you weren't ready, and you think that you won't ever be.

(that year, diluc didn't just lose his father— he lost a best friend and a brother too.)

three years have passed since then, and you find yourself bawling in front of a very confused boy.

diluc finds himself awoken by a loud sobbing from his side. he notices the same white blankets the school clinic had and the unbearable ache coming from his side. diluc is smart— he successfully deduces that the boys whom he fought because they talked ill about his father's death sent him here.

(to be fair, he thinks he stood his ground well. it was a fight between six seniors against him and he lasted pretty long.)

"how are you so brave yet stupid at the same time?" diluc hears a muffled voice, almost incoherent after hours of crying. he glances at the direction of the sound and he sees you burying your head against the bed.

he remains silent; at loss for words because he fully agrees with you. he had been stupidly brave— landing himself in the clinic and probably earning himself a suspension.

you let out a painful cry again, and the redhead thinks that maybe you should be the one sitting on the bed instead of him. he flinches as he is punched on the chest without any actual force; it was  as if you had just read his mind.

"you shouldn't be careless, you know!" you scold him. "you can't just get into fights no matter the reason is! you should be on your knees, thanking kaeya because if he hadn't found you in time you'd probably be—"

whatever you were saying dies in your throat as you can't help but cry your heart out harder. diluc internally panics, not knowing how to handle your meltdown. so instead he settles with how his father calmed him down whenever he threw a tantrum when he was younger; he starts to gently pat your back.

(that friday, he invited you to watch a movie at his house. and slowly, diluc finds himself start to let people in the tall wall he built— including you and kaeya.)

at nineteen, being a hopeless romantic who had watched too much romcoms, you unknowingly set yourself up for a heartbreak bound to happen ten years from now.

you sit on a park bench with the dejected teenager as he wallows over his recent rejection. 

diluc had been in love with this blonde girl for over three years already, and when he finally found the guts to confess, she had rejected him. 

you feel your heart twist every time he utters the girl's name. because unlike you, who has already found the person you'd like to spend your lifetime with, diluc still hasn't realized that you'd travel to the moon and back just for him.

"i'm hopeless, aren't i?" the redhead sighs into his hands— more than a decade of friendship with you had unconsciously brought his defenses down. he even feels more comfortable around you than any friend he has to the point that diluc unknowingly spills every bit of his emotion to you. but diluc doesn't feel ashamed at the very least— to him, you were a friend to confide in and someone who will support him no matter what.

a friend.

you would always need to remind yourself that you were just a friend.

you hum in response, sighing tiredly as you stretch your limbs. "what if we make a pact?"

he nods, urging you to further explain. "when both of us turn thirty and we aren't married by then, let's marry each other."

diluc, as if the air was just cut from entering his lungs, momentarily stills. but then he laughs, and for the first time in a while, you hear the rumble of his chest as he chuckles whole-heartedly.

"yeah, sure." he agrees, not knowing that he was helping you dig a grave for yourself.

(that day, you hold yourself back from telling him voluntarily. what more is eleven years, when you've been hiding these feelings for the entirety of your life already?)

exactly ten years later, you are now twenty nine and not nineteen, you stand in the middle of the room with diluc. he smiles at you, and you find the courage to return it. but then you feel your grin dropping to your stomach as you feel the weigh of your current situation.

"i, diluc ragnvindr, will take your love to give me hope, give me joy, and make me a better man. i vow to make you happy, to make you laugh, to cherish you, and to always be there for you. i promise to be your navigator, sympathizer, sidekick, best friend, and your husband. finally, i promise you myself.”

you had to bite your inner cheek to remind you that this wasn't for you, and it probably will never be. 

"how was that? do you think she'll like it?"

"she would. she'd be a fool not to."

in twenty minutes or so, you were about to lose the only person you loved in your entire life and all you could do is watch as someone else walks down the aisle.

but then, everything can change if you tell him your feelings right then and there and consider the smallest of chances that he'd run away with you.

you debate if this moment is finally the time you'd allow yourself to be selfish; to confess to the man who had been holding your affections ever since you learned how to read, or to remain silent and grieve your loss like how you've done ever since you heard the news of his engagement.

"thank you for being a friend, y/n."

diluc snaps you out from your thoughts, and there it was all over again; the pain and the heart wrenching feeling you've always dreaded whenever you hear that word. you never thought how much you'd despise that word when it was an honor to be one of his closest companions— but then at the same time, it was a painful reminder that that's all you were: a friend, and never the lover.

"of course." you offer him a tight lipped smile. his eyebrows furrow from your response, he seems to have caught on with the million thoughts running through your mind.

in an attempt to cover up the heartbreak you were experiencing, you try to joke.

"at least one of us is getting married before thirty."

the redhead snorts, finding your words ridiculous. "a man would be stupid not to marry you soon."

"he is."

diluc's brows quirk up once again, "is there someone?"

yeah, you— you wanted to say. and once again, you were faced with the dilemma of telling him (and consider the possibility he might elope with you) or to stay quiet instead, opting to carry this little secret of yours to the grave.

"no."

you choose the latter. 

because in this reality, you decide against being the person who'll ruin someone else's big day. but in another you hope, if you still liked him in that world, you wish you'd have the courage to tell him how long you have loved him.

(you did. and the you from another reality confesses in such a way that the diluc from that reality could have never forgotten:

"i love you in every universe." you say, while looking at him as if he had hung the moon and the stars.)

but for now, you'll learn how to be happy and content for your best friend who's happily in love with someone else.

♥︎ please do not repost or translate without my permission . reblogs are heavily appreciated!

dedicated to @stationery-store for being a diluc main since day one, you deserve all the sadness that came from this post!

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[lunargrapejuice]

hi luna, hope you're well :)❤

i went with Moss Ring (PPG1130-6) aaaand i think ill choose xiao for this, cant wait to see what you make!! ☺

hi baby! heh i've been having so much fun doing these and this one made me SO SOFT OMG i really hope you like it and i hope you're having the most amazing day!🥰💖💕

xiao x reader with no pronouns used

color drabbles | main masterlist

soft moonlight spills through the open window, a warm breeze wafting the sweet scent of the qingxin flowers in a vase beside the window through the room. your peaceful sleeping breaths slow xiao's heart, untenses his shoulders, eases the burden of his karmic debt. he’s hardly one for sleep but the calm he finds in the late night with your head resting in his lap as you sleep soundly is all the rest he needs.

at times, as it does now, xiao feels a shift in the air, a darkness that threatens to corrupt the very place he has protected for so long and it forces his eyes open. gently, as if he touched you with any more pressure you’d break in his palms, he lifts your head off of his lap and places you comfortably on the pillow. his eyes linger on your figure for longer than he’d like to admit but the unsteadiness in the air grows heavier and he’s forced to look away. 

with quiet steps he walks to the window, plucking two petals of the qingxin you had picked earlier when he brought you to the mountains of jueyun karst and watched over you as you explored and completed commissions. with ease he manipulates the petals into the shape of a crystal fly, the once silky white petals turning a muted moss color as it imbues with his powers to keep the evil as far away from you as possible.

“i’ll return soon,” he whispers against your temple before placing his lips there, his touch as light as a feather.

when he pulls away he disappears into the land of contracts without a making a sound, leaving the crystalfly amulet fluttering on your pillow, warding off the evil, keeping you safe until he can return. while protecting liyue was his most important task, a job left to him by morax himself that he sees through each day, he has found something he’d like to protect for himself.

#xiao #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshim impact #xiao fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin x reader #color drabbles

[ragnvdnir]

This is slightly angsty BUT I FEEL THE POTENTIAL OF THIS: with kazuha— "i almost thought that was real"— him taking a breather in the balcony or outside thinking about how things weren't actually meant to end up like this, especially that he's the one who asked you to pretend, now he thinks he's the one fooling himself instead of you.

— 🍰.

includes: modern au, fake dating, unrequited love

note: HELP I FORGOT TO POST THIS ONE FOR MONTHS and i don't really like how this one turned out but oh well

kazuha only have himself to blame. it was his idea after all. his idea to fool everyone. but how come he's the one being fooled by his own schemes?

it wasn't supposed to end up like this. he wasn't supposed to feel these things around you because it's just for a show. he wasn't supposed to be hurting like this as he watched you from the balcony.

he watched you as you gaze at the man of your life across the garden. the eyes that used to look at him with softness and tenderness is now directed to another man. the eyes that deceived him into thinking that maybe... everything can be real for once.

his heart beamed when your eyes connected with his ruby one and gave him a small sweet smile. but that happiness soon dissappered as you turned away from him and gave an even bigger fond smile to the man who you have been pining and telling stories abt him to kazuha. and everytime you do that, he can only listen while feeling jealousy at the said man.

‘i almost thought that was real,’ he sighed.

he didn't know when or how he started loving you. it just suddenly, one day, his heart started hurting when he realized it was all fake.

he grabbed his phone as he searched for your contact and typed a message for you.

i think we should end it here. we already got what we wanted from this deal. i see no point continuing this fake dating. thank you for your help, i am grateful for everything you've done and sacrificed for this act. now, let's stay as strangers like we used to be in the first place. i will handle the aftermath of everything. until then, (y/n).

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[genshinboys]

DATING APP HCS - AYATO

PAIRING: AYATO X FEM READER

WARNING: SMUT, DOM/LITTLE DYNAMICS

If you are an Ayato fan, do yourself a favour and read it. Even if you aren’t, you still better do it. Just saying :> Ayato is the best daddy material and I just had to write it. Smut, smut, smut and lots of Daddy Ayato taking care of his baby. You might want to find yourself a sugar daddy right after reading it, but don’t hold me accountable for it.

You’ve been mulling over the option of getting yourself a sugar daddy for quite some time now. You are just a broke Creative Writing major who can barely afford to pay the bills, not to mention the awfully high college fees.

All in all, you also can’t deny the fact that your sexual frustration has already reached sky-high levels, leaving you mostly annoyed and miserable. What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you cute enough? Maybe you’re just too clingy. You’ve heard it often enough to actually start believing it.

So, after the stage of initial doubt has passed, you find yourself seated on the sofa with a phone in your hand. You’ve done your research thoroughly. You know how terrible people can get online so you made sure to pick the safest dating site the Internet has to offer. Your anxiety soars high after you finally hit the save button and lean back to take a look at the profile you’ve created.

Coming to think of it, you’ve always been a little bit... different? 

Your parents spoiled you rotten and brought you up inside of a protective bubble that guarded you against the cruelty of others and the world. It always felt like a little bit too much for your vulnerable side that very often took control of everything that happened in your life. From a very young age, you shunned the company of other kids, preferring to spend your time in solitude, immersed in your fantasy world of dolls and pastel plushies. 

That bubble was just an illusion, though. You had no choice but to come up against some very harsh realities after you decided to move out of your parents’ secure haven. You wanted to pursue your dreams of becoming a writer and finally be able to look at yourself in the mirror without feeling like a failure. 

Thus, if there is anything that you’re sure of in your life at this point; it must be:

1) You are Broke (with capital B!), but most certainly, you are not going to ask your parents to save your ass yet again.

2) You will go to any lengths to graduate from this university and make your family proud.

3) You are done with the permanent HORNY status. The prospects of having somebody else to look out for you as well as deal with the f.o.r.e.v.e.r wet panties issue is too good to let it fall between the cracks without giving it a chance first.

With your hopes high, you began browsing different profiles of strangers who hinted at being interested in providing for a Little. These were, however, mostly old and yucky-looking men. It took but a few minutes to realise that the idea of getting yourself a sugar daddy, no matter how pleasing it seems, will be more difficult than you had initially thought it would. Are you being too picky? Perhaps. But, you can’t bring yourself to EVER let a creep like that touch you! The mere thought triggers a gag reflex, and your body shudders as if attacked by thousands of sleazy slimes.

So, just when you are about to call it a day and go to bed to sulk over the fact that your pathetic ass can’t even find anybody to have sex with you, let alone pay you for it, your bulging in shock eyes almost pop out of your head.

„Holy shit!” 

You rise to your feet and then; have to immediately sit back down because of the growing excitement causing the world around to spin.

This man is fucking flawless. Pastel hair? Elegant and charming smile? He doesn’t even look like he is anywhere near his 30s. Your mouth melts as if you haven’t eaten for days, and now there is a delicious looking cake served on a silver plate right in front of your eyes. Absurd. Why would a man of his calibre even want to pay anybody to have sex with him? Shouldn’t it be the other way round? Heck, you would surely pay him if your wallet was anything thicker than a tissue. 

You swipe right.

And then your mood drops.

„Oh, I’m such a tool.”

Aha, why are you getting so excited? You pinch those burning cheeks hard enough to bring yourself down a peg or two. Why would he, the walking perfection of lavender and baby-blue Celestial being, ever become interested in YOU of all the people who’d be ready to bounce on his dick if he just as much as spared them a glance? 

The profile name says AyatoDaddy. You wonder what his real name is. The site won’t let you see any personal details unless you match with someone. You were cautious enough to keep your name private and decided to stick to an alias of sorts. If they want to know your name they will need to ask. DUH.

Like an idiot, you spring to your feet yet again when the sound of the notification startles the shit out of you. 

My oh my oh my

The screen lights up, and your heart gallops with the speed of a herd of feral horses.

A match? A new match?

And a message from... Kamisato Ayato.

You put your phone away, pacing around the room like a tiger trapped in a cage to gather your thoughts. It takes you precious minutes before you finally are ready to pick up the device again.

From: Kamisato Ayato

Hi, pretty girl. I saw your profile and simply couldn’t resist texting you. How come such a cute little doll like you doesn't have anyone to look after her? Well, no matter. It seems to be my lucky day. I’ll gladly take care of you, Little One.

You leave him on read as the man stands in stark contrast to all the creepy dudes that previously bombarded you with messages. It does funny things to your stomach. So polite? Also, no disgusting dick picks or other nasty comments about your boobs. Uh, how should you respond? Out of pure anxiety, you start biting your nails. Your body rocks back and forth with your legs pressed to your chest.

Ding-Ding

Another notification shakes you out of your brain paralysis.

Kamisato Ayato: Was I too direct? I know you have probably had your fair share of disappointments. Please, let me assure you, I’m nothing like the disgusting lot you’ve met so far. I will be good to you. It’s a promise, and I’m a man of my word. How about giving me a chance to prove it, though?

It’s indescribable what his words do to your affection-craving mind. Trembling, your clammy hands attempt to formulate a sentence as you tap the buttons in haste.

PinkFairy: No, no. You’re not too direct. I would like that too. It’s just, can we take it slow, please?

That wasn’t the best of answers, and you instantly regret sending it. Take it slow? What the fuck? You’ve just miraculously found yourself a sugar daddy who also happens to be the hottest man alive, and you want to TAKE IT SLOW???

KamisatoAyato: I see no problem with that, Pink Fairy :)

Shit, shouldn’t he be angry or something? You thought he would like to get things going fast if his profile is anything to infer from.

KamisatoAyato: I would love to get to know you better first.

Damn, you once again left him on read. What the hell is happening to you? FOCUS!

PinkFairy: Yes, yes. Exactly. Thank you for being so understanding!

Sheesh, this reply also comes across ass too cringy for your liking, and you want nothing else but to sink through the floor and vanish.

KamisatoAyato: I will be honest with you, Pink Fairy, and I trust you can also do the same for me. I’m not after some meaningless sex. It stopped being exciting a long time ago. What kind of Daddy/Dom are you interested in?

You become even more flustered. The sudden shift in the seriousness of this conversation makes you hold your breath, panic and fight the uneasiness whirring in the pit of your stomach as you fidget on the sofa. All the same, you realise it won’t do you any good if you lied to him.

PinkFairy: I’m new to this... I just know I don’t want any flings. I don’t like casual sex. Is that ok? :<

A girl saying she doesn’t like casual sex after going on a daddy looking spree. Now, that’s rich.

KamisatoAyato: So, if I understand you correctly, you’ve never had a Daddy?

Tears prick your eyes as you try to control the tightening in your throat, which results in a weird hiccup. What were you even thinking? This gorgeous man must be so done with you by now.

PinkFairy: No, I’ve never had a Daddy.

You can barely see the screen when you send the reply.

KamisatoAyato: That’s perfect! It makes me very happy. I’m also looking for a Little who wants a more stable relationship. I won’t disappoint you. 

What? You try to process what has just happened, but it’s like anxiety and shock cobwebbed your mind.

KamisatoAyato: So, my PinkFairy, can I ask you for your name? I think I’ve gained enough of your trust to get to know it :) But, if not, I will send you a selfie so that you can be sure I’m not a fraud.

You gulp once his lilac pupils smile at you from the photo. There is a small mole under his mouth and a soft albeit a bit playful curve to his rosy lips. That’s so not fair. The man looks like a noble Prince from your bedtime stories.

PinkFairy: Thank you. You’re very handsome, but I’m sure you’ve heard it many times before. My name is Y/N.

You stare at the photo and notice more and more subtle details that all make up the graceful beauty of the man.

KamisatoAyato: You have a lovely name. As you probably already know, I’m Ayato. Very pleased to meet you. I’ve never heard it from such a cute girl like yourself, though. Can I also see you? Just a simple selfie, nothing that would make you feel uncomfortable. I simply wish to confirm my PinkFairy is real :)

You don’t feel anywhere near as attractive as he is, but you understand he also needs some proof that you’re not a scammer. Quickly, you wipe your tears away and try to take a decent photo. You send it to him; without even looking at it properly and preparing yourself mentally for another rejection.

KamisatoAyato: Oh, my my. Aren’t you just the prettiest? Thank you. I appreciate it.

The fact that he considers you pretty makes you feel light-headed. Does he mean it? Warmth nestles deep in your belly, and you begin to worry at your lip.

PinkFairy: You’re too nice.

You reply dryly, but Ayato doesn’t seem even remotely discouraged. 

KamisatoAyato: So, what are you up to, Baby? Care to tell me something more about you?

The lavender angel keeps the conversation going until the very late hours of the evening. Until he is certain he will be the only thing on your mind when he finally tells you to lie down and rest like a good girl. Because that’s what you are, right? Daddy’s good little girl.

Unfortunately, you’re yet again reminded of your striking lack of any experience in the Little/Dom dynamics as you stare blankly at the pdf file sent by Ayato. Ahh, to be brutally honest, with the staggering total amount of 1 (questionable) partner in your life, more conventional sexual activities do not seem to be your forte either. The letters before your eyes start to blur when you sluggishly move down the never-ending list of rules/conditions of the contract.

You have quickly decided to skip the part which included various names of kinks and fetishes. These alien names looked so cryptic; it left you bewildered and careening off the edge of another melt-down. Does it mean Ayato intends to do all of that with you? Or is it like one of those patient surveys you are forced to fill in before the first meeting with your doctor? TICK for yes - I like it, CROSS - don’t you dare slash I have never done that before? Perhaps, the lilac-eyed Prince Charming wants to understand you and your needs better. Thing is, you don’t even know yourself. How could you, when the only sexual encounter you have had so far finished in a fiasco and lots of tears.

Instead, you focus on the more approachable terms of the contract. 

1) No talking back to Daddy. Daddy is always right, and you must listen to him.

2) During playtime, you can only address Daddy Dom as Daddy / Master / Sir.

3) Be polite and well-mannered; say please and thank you.

4) No cursing.

5) Eat at least three meals a day. No dieting or food restriction unless you discuss it with Daddy first and he finds it necessary.

6) Sleep at least 8 hours a day. When Daddy tells you it is bedtime you must comply.

7) When something upsets you, Daddy must know about it.

8) No lies. You mustn’t under any circumstances keep secrets from Daddy or be dishonest.

9) Daddy wants to see you every day, even if for a short time.

10) Don’t touch yourself unless Daddy says you can.

11) No cumming without Daddy’s permission.

12) You must ask Daddy to help you with all of your sexual needs. Once again, no secrets are allowed.

The list goes on and on like this, getting spicier and more embarrassing with each point. You know you probably look like an absolute mess, cheeks crimson red, breath uneven and furrowed forehead. Your friend has been shooting you worried looks for the longest time now, but even though she is sitting right across from you, you didn’t notice.

„Pssst!”

She gestures toward you as discreetly as she only can to pull you out of your trance. Finally, you lift your eyes that have been glued to the screen of your phone for the majority of the lecture. You feel like abruptly woken up from the deepest of dreams. You gawk at her dully.

„Are you ok?”

She whispers offering you a concerned smile.

„Yeah, just zoned out. It’s all fine.”

You shrug her off, close to another heart attack when the phone vibrates on the desk. It’s a message from Ayato. You’ve been texting non-stop for a few days now. You have even exchanged phone numbers out of convenience. It’s still shocking how easy it is to talk to him; how smoothly the conversation is going without awkward pauses or misunderstandings. You seem to get on quite well. 

He is funny and kind but also flirtatious. Not the pushy type, just the right dose of charm and teasing jokes to make you blush and squeal out loud whenever nobody is looking. You told him that your biggest wish is to become a writer; shared details about your life, favourite hobbies, things you do when you feel sad. He asks about everything and nothing, being very enthusiastic when you get comfortable enough to vent. He has also been pretty straightforward about the things you want to know, answering as sincerely as he only can.

From Ayato: 

Hey, Pretty Girl. How about finally letting me see you this weekend? <3 Have you read the file I sent you? 

You are torn. You have been craving to meet Ayato, imagining how perfect he must be in real life if he already appears to be the most amazing guy you have ever had a chance to talk to. Uneasy, you re-read the message a couple of times. What if he doesn't like you? 

You freeze with the phone in your hand and stare hollowly at the lecturer who babbles something about the sudden shift in the popularity of Inazuman light novels that slowly out-compete the Shogun's beloved poetry. He proceeds to quote a widely respected owner of the publishing house in Inazuma - Yae Miko. She claims that without creative innovation there is never any progress. One must venture out of their comfort zone to reap the fruits of success.

You bite your lip, wondering if you actually have the guts to ever become as daring and fearless as the shrine maiden. 

Shoot. Merciful Archons protect you.

It is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If you chicken out now, you will be regretting till the end of your life.

To Ayato:

How about tomorrow?

You are still recovering from the aftershocks of probably the boldest thing you have done in the entirety of your mundane existence when the phone buzzes again. Ayato responds so quickly as if he was waiting for your reply with the device in his hands.

From Ayato:

That's my good girl. Daddy is proud of you ;) I will send you the details a bit later. I have to handle some boring paperwork now. The office is in utter chaos today.

To Ayato:

Sure thing! Take your time.

You twist and turn in your chair, barely surpassing the need to scream at the pet name. You are seriously in deep shit now.

As much as you want to remain calm, it all turns futile when you gingerly trudge into the fancy interiors of Uyuu restaurant, located in the heart of Inazuma. You never come here. The prices are just too high for your broke student standards. You shake your head, realising that you might be a little bit under-dressed for this extravagant place. 

„Excuse me, have you got a reservation?”

The head waiter coughs, boldly eyeing your questionable choice in fashion. You go from slightly nervous to borderline hysterical when he continues staring at you with a raised eyebrow.

An arm slides around your waist. The rich and woodsy scent of hinoki reaches your nostrils before the otherworldly lavender man appears in your view, firmly pulling you closer to his hip. 

„She is my guest.”

Ayato, whose blueish strands frame his face, cascading down to the broad shoulders, exudes an aura of superiority as he dismisses the man with an idle wave of his hand. There is a glint of distaste in the otherwise serene mosaic of blue and violet pigments of his pupils.

„My apologies.”

The waiter bows down, remorseful. He disappears behind the bamboo folding-screen seconds later. Eyes drilling holes in Ayato’s shoes as he retracts with his tail between his legs.

„You are late.”

You blush a brilliant red when he sneaks his hand under the fabric of your pink sweater. Ayato’s hot palm resolutely finds itself on your hip, turning you to face him. The heat emanating from where his long fingers dig into your flesh rushes further, blooming hotly below your belly. He is so tall. Beautiful. Too beautiful to put into words. Haze descends upon you as he keeps peering at you through the softness of his long lashes. Ayato smirks.

Archons above, you’re supposed to say something!

„I’m so sorry, I---,”

He leans forward. Plush lips dance across your cheek as he lazily skims your flushed face, finally pressing them harder, mere inches from your open mouth.

„Don’t be sorry. I’m so happy to have finally met you.”

Ayato hums, no, purrs words of praise right next to your ear.

„I knew you would be pretty, but...,”

He squeezes your hip harder, and you have to cling to his chest for some stability.

„This is far beyond my expectations.”

A crisp, fragrant forest and rich cypress aromas further hold you spellbound. His scent is so subtle yet strangely intoxicating, and you can’t help being a little heartbroken when he pulls away. Ayato reluctantly removes himself from your enticing warmth and straightens before you, appearing even more regal and handsome. His smile is blinding.

„Hey, where are your manners? Are you going to act like my good girl or not?”

He chastises, barely managing to stifle a smile at your bashful reaction.

„Thank you, thank you, I’m, erm, I’m so sorry.”

You no longer know what you are saying, drowning in the bottomless well of purple pupils.

„Look at you, learning so quickly.”

Ayato’s fingers brush over yours ever so delicately. He chuckles at the sweater paws, eventually weaving your hands together. It feels safe. Safer than you have felt in a long while.

„Come now, let us sit.”

Periwinkle haired man’s eyes linger on you, and even if you duck your head in embarrassment, Ayato’s soft fingertips capture your chin to put it back in place, right where he wants it, which is vis-a-vis his handsome features.

„My Baby looks lovely in pink.”

Ayato fumbles with the too long-sleeve of your sweater that swallows the entirety of your tiny hand. Another airy chuckle. Purple orbs chase yours in silent adoration.

„Is the ceiling more interesting than I am?”

Ayato teases, sneaking his palm under the sleeve to trace soothing circles over the tense knuckles. 

„N-No! Of course not. T-thank you. Pink is my favourite colour.”

He giggles again for some reason and raises your hand to his mouth. You sweep over him with wide eyes. Slowly, tenderly Ayato kisses each hard knuckle; and the tension dissipates, forming a tight knot in your belly instead.

„Oh, I see. Are there any other colours that you are particularly fond of?”

He queries, kiss after kiss, causing your body to shiver. 

„Baby b-blue or pastel purple. All pastel colours, I guess.”

You add hastily, brain utterly scrambled.

„M-hmm. I bet they would look good on you as well.”

Ayato smirks deviously, no longer able to keep his witty jokes at bay. Wait a minute---, is he referring to-,

„But, I’ll make sure to confirm that later. We agreed to take things slow, right Pink Fairy?”

The skin of your hand burns, each peck of his lips leaves a scorching hot residue of the man’s desire to have you.

All you can do is nod, fighting another tingling sensation that bolts down your spine. 

„What do you think about the file?”

Ayato gently places your hand back on the table. Lavender eyes keep a strict watch on your reaction. He notices how your fingers retract, shimming away from his own.

„Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”

He catches your palm again before you have the chance to hide it under the table.

„I-I, I’m not sure about the meaning of some of these things...,”

You trail off, trying to control your breathing.

„Mhmm.”

Ayato hums, inching closer to you. He lowers his tone to a whisper, blowing hot air on your flushed cheek as he again takes over the conversation.

„You have never done these things before, correct? Don’t worry. The contract is just a guide. We will figure things out as we go. I have thought about it. I’m willing to forego certain formalities. You’re very special after all.”

His other palm wanders up and down your back, massaging the nervousness away. Unknowingly, your body sways towards him, yearning for more of his reassuring touches.

„Y-You do?”

You stutter your answer away, mindful not to moan out loud when his hand dives under the sweater for the second time already.

„What if I am not what you are looking for? Not the Little you want.”

Ayato clicks his tongue at you, possessively grabbing the meat of your hip to show you how much he disliked that answer. 

„You are exactly what I want, silly.”

„Ah!”

A small squeak is torn out of your mouth when he so unexpectedly latches onto you. You peer at him, apologetic. 

„What a pretty sound you just made. I love that.”

Ayato kisses your forehead, taking a deep breath to inhale the sweetness of your fruity shampoo. He cradles you closer. Some people turn their heads to see where the noise came from, but Ayato is too clouded with his obsessive need to hear you whimper again to register that.

His hand moves to the front, caressing the lower belly and your body jerks in response. He earns himself another little, muffled sound. Ahh, Ayato will have lots of fun with you. He knows it.

„Oh, you’re so addictive. I don’t think I will ever have enough of you.”

He chuckles, bewildered at how quickly you managed to intoxicate his brain. 

„So, would you like to become Daddy’s Little Girl?”

And at this time, it’s hard to remember how to formulate a coherent sentence, so you just shake your head, much as you did it before.

„Daddy needs you to open this pretty mouth. Words, Baby, use your words.” 

Ayato’s previous Littles all but pale compared to that pair of teary eyes looking at him in such a way that he would be ready to spread your cunt open with his cock, heedless of the people around. He would impale you with that thick shaft until you understand there will never be a better match for him than you, just you. 

„Yes, Daddy. I want to be yours. Only yours.”

Unholy level of adrenaline mixed with lust roll over his body. The man breathes in and out slowly, with such great effort to remain civil. The world before you is obscured with the periwinkle coloured strands and lavender hues when something moist tickles your lips. Ayato is kissing you. 

The kiss is ginger and haste, barely there.

„Daddy will protect you.”

He pulls away despite the fact that his hardened cock makes his thighs shake. 

„You will be safe with me.”

Ayato’s heels dig into the ground. His limbs soon feel stiff from how much he’s been flexing his muscles, cutting off the blood flow.

„Now, let me pamper you with some good food. Let’s celebrate properly.”

He places another quick kiss on your temple before taking a greedy swig of water.

From that point, your life has turned upside down. Ayato made you quit your badly paid part-time job and, since then, has taken care of all the bills that were giving you constant headaches. You have been seeing him every day. He is very stubborn about always making sure you arrive at the university safe and sound (and with swollen from his demanding kisses lips). Yes. Ayato is sweet. He is also very authoritative and doesn’t take no for an answer. So, when you make some noises of complaint, he just menacingly zeros his eyes on yours.

„Princess, you are not going there by bus. Who do you think I am, huh? What kind of an outlandish idea is that even?” 

He stares at your pouty lips for a few heartbeats. He exhales a long, tired sigh. Ayato walks up to your moody self, fingers squishing your cheeks hard enough to make you whine in discomfort.

„Listen here, young lady. Daddy said no bus, and you have no right acting so bratty about it now, understood?”

„B-but Daddy--,”

You try your hardest, opting for the puppy eyes and a few dramatic sniffles with your nose. Ayato’s firm resolve slips for the shortest of moments, but he won’t let you pick up on that.

„Are you going to question Daddy?”

He demands answers, pushing you flush against the wall behind you.

Ayato is a controlling man. A domineering ethereal being with little tolerance for defiance. And that is why you love pushing his buttons.

„No, no. I was just asking nicely, Daddy.”

Ayato tsked at you, pinning your wrist to the wall behind you. Archons above. Seconds later, his lips press to yours; with such fervour, so much passion. You are being kissed within an inch of your life in his office. You writhe your hips, squirming at the rock-solid grip around your trembling hands. You have only yourself to blame for his drunken power trip.

You love when reason leaves him. It’s rare to see the man so otherwise level-headed, so calm and collected go slightly feral when that mask drops, and his passion slips between the cracks.

He breaks the kiss. The lavender pupils darken, shrouded by the haze of need.

„I’m warning you, Baby. Do you think I don’t know you are doing that on purpose, mhm? You are lucky I’m at work. I’d spank your little ass till it gets red and swollen.”

He threatens you many a time. Things get awfully wet and sticky between your thighs whenever Ayato dirty-talks you with his eyes boring into yours. 

He likes reading you stories while you are in his bed, cosily wrapped in his silky sheets. They smell like the man himself. It’s purely sex that’s on your mind when you inhale his pillow. Your pussy tingles with want.

„Baby, why don’t you snuggle up to the real thing instead.”

Ayato jokes, gleefully peering at your flustered face when he catches you red-handed. Maybe nothing bad would happen if you just told him you are ready to let him fuck you? You want to ask, but you are also too afraid at the same time. You have no idea about sex. What if you can’t please him? 

Ayato’s blueish strands tickle your face, causing you to blink your eyes repeatedly. He hovers over you, arms on your shoulders as he presses you down to rest on the bed.

„I didn’t realise my Little needs Daddy’s attention so badly. Why didn’t you just say so, huh?”

The lavender angel teases, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle. He drops his head, burying it in the crook of your neck. You let out a shaky breath when he starts pepper-kissing every inch of your exposed skin. Something like dizziness descends upon you, numbing all of the sounds and sensations that are not related to Ayato himself.

„Say it.”

He orders.

„I want to hear it from your lips.”

Purple eyes gaze at you under the thick lashes when he drags his kisses lower to your chest.

„I-I need you, Daddy. I want all of your attention.”

His touches are measured and gentle as if each one was meant to make you lose your sanity for him. However, he has been nothing but sweet and caring so far, keeping his promise about taking it slow. Ayato’s kiss is long and deep before he takes the book into his hands.

„My good little girl. C’mere.”

He doesn’t fuck you that night. Nor the nights that follow after. Your heart beats furiously for the longest of times when he lulls you to sleep with his sensual voice and your head resting on his chest.

He takes you out on dates: picnics on sunny days; cinema to watch your favourite cartoons; romantic walks to admire the cherry blossoms that fall from the prettiest sakura trees everywhere in Inazuma. Everything in his company is much better, and today is no exception.

He took you to the amusement park; bought you a big pastel stuffie which he carried around the whole day so that you didn’t have to tire your small hands. The view was equally funny as it was adorable, and you couldn’t help stealing glances in his direction.

„What, never seen a grown-up man with a big-ass teddy bear?”

Ayato joked, making you choke on the boba tea as you broke into a fit of laughter. The lavender beauty soon joined you, not being able to hold it in any longer when you were giggling so heartily. The skin around his eyes crinkled, and he guffawed like the biggest dork. Struck dumb, you halted, dazzled by Ayato’s genuine display of emotions. Something, ok, more than one thing, more like a multitude of butterflies fluttered below your navel. 

„Hey, why did you stop?”

Ayato queried. His glossy eyes smiled at you, entirely unaware of your inner turmoil. A small drop of rain landed on his perfect cheekbone, and the man looked heavenwards.

„Mhmm, seems like we should get you somewhere safe. How about---,”

Ayato craned his neck in search of some cosy place to sit.

„Ayato, can you take me home?”

Shogun wasn’t in the best of moods that day, and the drizzle of rain slowly picked up, wetting the angel’s periwinkle locks. Ayato reciprocated the hopeful twinkle in your eyes with the tiniest bit of hesitation.

„Didn’t you want to try that tea-cup ride?”

He decided to double-check, sealing the distance between you and him with the gigantic bear resting on his hip.

„No, no. Take me home..., Daddy, can you, please?.”

You tugged at the sleeve of his baby-blue turtleneck that matched your own. You had wished for an adorable couple outfit for you two, and the man agreed straight off, proudly wearing it to your dates. 

How could he ever reject you when you masterfully pull at his heartstrings no matter how much he tries to remain unaffected?

Ayato lowered himself to peck your plush lips. You tasted like cotton candy and boba tea combined. Ayato thought about delving his tongue into your sweet mouth, but it wasn’t the time nor place to get himself carried away so easily.

„Come, sweet girl. Daddy will grant your every wish.”

„Almost done. Be patient.”

Ayato commands somewhat raspily, drying your hair with the towel. You’re seated cross-legged between his meaty thighs, fresh out of the bath and wearing his shirt only. You got caught in the rain on your way back to the parking lot. Ayato was palpably displeased, preparing a hot bath and a mug of camomile tea as soon as you made it into his apartment.

„I don’t like it, Daddy.”

You scoff, grimacing when he picks up the brush to untangle some of the knots. He is extremely delicate with you, so cautious not to cause any discomfort.

„Be good, and Daddy shall reward you.”

„B-but-,”

You mutter under your breath, and yet; Ayato pinches the flesh of your thigh in retaliation.

„No buts. I said be patient, didn’t I?”

You wiggle your hips to the sides impatiently, squealing at the burn when he gives your belly a squeeze as a second warning.

„No, Ayato, not my tummy!”

Ayato chuckles at the lack of daddy pet name, wondering if you realise how hard you have been pushing with your cute butt into his hardening cock. He hasn’t put on a fresh set of clothes yet. He discarded his turtleneck somewhere on the floor and promptly took care of your drenched attire.

So, he is sitting right behind you with his chest naked and wet periwinkle strands. The dampness of Ayato’s hair only adds to his naturally fresh scent of hinoki wood that beguiles your brain.

„Finally.”

Ayato grunts satisfied, lovingly pulling you closer to himself. His hands softly press onto your lower belly when he attacks your neck with his wet lips.

„Tickles.”

You squirm, and he smirks against your skin. You can feel it. The man is such a sleazy rascal sometimes!

„Ayato!”

He rakes the juncture between your shoulder and neck with his canines, making you flinch.

„What happened to Daddy? Huh? Did you forget? When it is playtime you are not allowed to use my name.”

He presses forward, simultaneously dragging your hips down to grind his dick against your buttocks.

Oh, so this is the type of playtime Ayato has in mind. 

„S-Sorry, Daddy.”

You arch your back, and Ayato snuggles himself to you. His nose brushes against your cheek. With agonizing slowness, his hands dip lower, finding their safe spot on your inner thighs. You are not wearing any panties. Both of you know that he didn’t bring you a fresh pair of lingerie to the bathroom. Nothing else apart from his shirt.

Languidly, he begins to tease the plumpness of your thighs. Cushiony pads rasp over the skin, and you quiver, throwing your head back until it rests on his firm shoulder.

Ayato giggles huskily.

„Have I just found your weak spot?”

His laughter sends little shivers over your burning-up body. Ayato’s fingers run over the skin in perfect circles, teasingly getting closer to your silken folds.

„Daddy asked you a question.”

Ayato uses his nails to remind you how much he dislikes when you ignore him. If he just knew it isn't on purpose! Your brain is stir-fried. His touches take your coherence away.

„Yes, Daddy?”

You sigh and whimper, disoriented. Ayato listens attentively, galvanised by each stifled cry of pent-up need. Your breath catches in your throat when Ayato boldly, without any hesitation, slips one of his hands higher, under the shirt. 

„Does my Baby feel good now?”

He leisurely traces the crease between the leg and hip, and you can’t hold back anymore. Your nails dig into his thighs. Something blazes inside your groin when he unexpectedly groans back, kneading the thigh with full force while squeezing your tummy, right above your wet pussy. He kitten-licks your neck, leaving a trail of saliva that burns your skin.

„Yes, oh--nah, yes!”

Ayato growls, crushing his lips against your neck with the sole purpose of marking you. The skin turns deep purple as he sucks ferally. You wiggle desperately, hissing at the piercing pain of his teeth scraping over the bruised spot.

„Daddy, h-hurts!”

You protest, but your body turns against you, granting him even better access when you melt against his chest.

„Oh, is that so? Do you remember the safe word, Little One?”

Ayato asks, tone menacing and laced with the intention to own you. Still, he needs to make sure. He needs to be certain you want it. He promised you, after all.

„I do, Daddy. It--,”

A weird hiccup makes it out of your dry throat. It prevents you from finishing your sentence. Ayato hears your thudding heart when his finger slides up and down right next to your folds. The juices gush out, even though he hasn’t done much to you yet. He smirks, playing with the slick that gathers on his fingertips. 

„Say it. Daddy needs to know you will be able to stop me when it’s too much for you, Baby.”

You are completely overwhelmed, unconsciously pushing your hips forward, wanting him to do something, anything.

„Pink bubbles, it’s pink bubbles, Daddy, please! Please!”

Ayato angles his fingers just right. Two long digits press to your labia from each side as he continues the stroking movement. By the time he glides down to your anus, you are moaning out loud, hardly recognising your voice.

„Please what? You have to tell me what you want, Little One.”

 Your breathing is hitched, and cheeks are angrily red. The man is fucking playing mind games with you.

„T-Touch me.”

The response comes off too brazen to Ayato’s liking, and he clicks his tongue. You are so embarrassed and frustrated you would be ready to kick and claw at the arrogant man. Yet, Ayato seems to be having the time of his life.

„I am touching you, am I not? Huh? Also, mind your language. It was supposed to be: daddy can you touch me, please.”

Fuck, this man is so damn annoying. You bite your lip so hard it draws blood.

„Daddy~”

Ayato’s cock throbs at the whine, which he has just wrung out of your pretty lips. 

„Yes? Words, Baby, use your words.”

„Daddy touch my pussy, please!”

You scream at him, teary-eyed, boiling with need and anger. You can’t believe he made you say it out loud. He plunges the finger inside, purring into your ear in sheer adoration. Your hips budge, legs spread wider to feel him deeper. Much deeper. However, Ayato barely goes past the taut entrance, shallowly flicking the opening to the vagina whilst nibbling at your ear. Lust seizes your senses and deprives you of any shame.

„That’s not---, not like that! Uh!”

„What’s wrong, Little One?”

Ayato croons, feigning innocence. His honey voice is laced with maniacal excitement.

His other hand joins the ministrations, massaging the glistening folds with the flat surface of his pressed together fingers. The slide is so easy, so smooth, Ayato can’t get enough of it. Your pussy starts making these pretty sounds, spilling even more sweet essence when he picks up the pace, zigzagging the swollen pussy lips with a filthy grin of satisfaction on his face. 

„Daddy!”

You whimper loudly, trembling, thrashing in his arms. As delicate as his thrusts into your are, your walls prickle with want, squeezing the tip of his finger as if they wanted to suck it in.

„Just put it in, put it in deeper!”

Ayato bites your earlobe gently, but your heartbeat spikes.

„Be nicer to Daddy, would you?”

Ayato reprimands, and then... everything stops. He stops touching you! It is a punishment for your bratty attitude, but still, it is so cruel. So unfair. You whine at the loss of the warmth of his fingers on your pussy. His digit retracted, leaving you clenching around nothing. The world spins, and your eyes shut tight as you bite the inner side of your cheek.

„Daddy, please! I want it deeper. I need you. I want to cum so badly.”

You weep, pathetically begging him to let you find your release. Ayato snarls when you start shaking your ass to the sides like a puppy ready to be bred. He thinks he is about to lose his mind. Vicious want slashes through his groin when you stir his throbbing cock with your cute ass. You are so fucking perfect. So needy and breedable. He will break you if he doesn’t control himself. He takes a deep breath. Finally, he whispers in his usual cool and teasing lilt.

„My good, good girl. Cum for daddy.”

He moans hotly against you when his finger delves deep into your velvety hole, immediately brushing over the gummy wall at the very back of your pussy. His other hand is back to playing with your labia, quicker than before, caressing the swollen flesh with the right amount of pressure. You meet his thrust with stuttering hips as tears of relief stream down your cheeks. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tingly, so so tingly!

„Is that what you wanted, Sweetheart?”

„Yes, yes!”

His strokes deepen, lengthen, building the tension in your lower belly with each precise thrust. You clutch onto his forearm shakily. Nails dig into the unblemished skin, leaving it clawed and red. Ayato loves it. He wants to remind himself every day that he did that to you. He made you so desperate. He turned you into a brainless doll, craving only him and his attention.

„Daddy, close, so close!”

You chant, rocking your hips forward as you feel the first sparks of euphoria crackling low below your navel.  

„Let it go, Baby.”

He orders, and the coil snaps. Slick gushes down, sticking to Ayato’s hand, dribbling down to the expensive sheets. Icy shivers ripple through your skin, making your whole body jerk as if teased with an electric current. He helps you through it. Ayato measuredly adjusts his moves to let you come down from your high; without over-stimulating you. He knows it might have been too much for you. He couldn’t control himself at all. He whispers sweet nothings against your ear, sensing how much you are shaking in his arms. 

„Hey, Baby. Is everything ok? Did Daddy hurt you?”

Your cheeks are still wet with tears when you reposition slightly, burying your head into his chest. 

„No. I just, I have never felt this way.”

You sob despite doing your utmost to keep it all in. You can hear Ayato’s heartbeat beating erratically. He wipes his hands into his trousers and pulls you flush against his torso.

„This way? Was it a good feeling or a bad one?”

Ayato unconsciously holds his breath when you take your time before answering his question.

„Too good.”

You mumble, drowsy and satisfied. Your eyelids are so heavy, mind and body exhausted like never before. Ayato sighs in relief.

„Hey, Daddy is happy. You make me so happy.”

He whispers, but you can’t hear him anymore, drifting away in Ayato’s secure embrace.

Ayato was going mad with need. His dick was so painfully hard he had half the mind to fuck you in your sleep. However, something, a very weird feeling deep inside his chest didn’t allow him to wake you up when you so obviously needed your rest after probably one of the very few orgasms of your life. Most assuredly, the first one given to you by another man. He jerked himself off in the bathroom, cringing at himself and his inability to get his shit together. Suddenly, he didn’t feel like the powerful man he is, well respected in Inazuma and dignified Kamisato Ayato, but this scared youth who inherited his father’s business and was forced to man up quickly.

You are doing bad things to him. Ayato’s mind is running in circles while he stares blankly at the documents in his office. You spent the morning together. He pampered you as well as he could, and after a shared breakfast, excused himself to go and work on some business-related issues.

Thus, here he is, unable to focus; and fighting some invisible monsters in his head. A shy knock on the door makes him come back to his senses.

„Come in.”

Your head peeks into the office. There is a meek smile on your face. The one that never fails to stir passion into his crotch.

„May I, Daddy?”

The lavender angel smiles back at you fondly.

„I don’t want to be alone. I promise I won’t disturb you.”

He notices a colouring book and crayons that are pressed to your chest.

How adorable can you be? Ayato thinks Celestia themselves sent you to him, and he is not sure he deserves it. He pats his lap invitingly.

„Sit here. There is plenty of space on the desk.”

Ayato shifts the documents, making even more room for the colouring book he bought for you during one of your dates.

You tip-toe towards the desk and stand before him, hesitant.

Ayato chuckles lightly.

„No need to be shy. How many times have you sat in Daddy’s lap already?”

His eyebrows raise at the lovely blush that adores your baby face. Archons have surely been too generous presenting you to him. Ayato might be a thick-skinned man, sometimes even too vain, too conceited. Regardless, he knows better than squandering what he has been offered. He will cherish you - his biggest reward for years of solitude and trials.

His jewel in the crown that he alone put on his head.

He can allow himself to be a bit vulnerable around you. Especially when you sheepishly peer at him through half-lidded eyes, as if he held the reins of your heart. He finds himself hoping he actually does.

Ayato extends his hands, helping you to get comfortable in his lap. A low, satisfied purr makes it out of his chest when your bare thighs slide against his, hiking up the skirt as you move higher.

„Comfy?”

Words are cooed into your ear, and the lavender angel kisses your forehead.

„I love it here, on your lap.”

Ayato hears a tiny gasp when he lazily places a couple of wet kisses on the nape of your neck. He inhales your scent, the fruity shampoo that he loves so much.

„Do you?~”

Even if you are an Archon-sent being, you still feel oddly human, particularly when his long fingers dive into the supple flesh of your hips, tummy, thighs...

„Yes, Daddy, ah-m---,s’ warm, so warm”

Shit. That little whimper again. Ayato has never suspected it would come to this. What is he; going to pop a boner just from smelling your soft hair? He straightens, forehead creased.

„I’m glad. Now, Daddy must work. You can go back to colouring.”

„Yes, Daddy.”

You asked him to pick the drawing. He opted for a duck family playing near the pond. The image is cosy and so domestic. He keeps stealing glances, entranced by these tiny hands that rummage through all the different crayons you have collected so far. He can’t withhold the shivers that zip down his limbs, slowing down his brain. Paperwork does not seem like an option anymore. He hardly muddles through that pins and needles state of paralysis. 

Consciously or not, your bum moves against his dick when your legs swing under the desk. During one memorable instant, Ayato cracks. His sweaty palm clutches your hip.

„Baby, what do you think you are doing?”

He rasps the question out, holding onto you tightly.

„N-nothing. Just colouring, Daddy.”

A shameless lie. What is this cheeky attitude? Ayato needs a moment to stabilise his breathing when you press harder, openly rubbing his dick with your buttocks. He pushes back, brushing that rapidly hardening dick over your peachy ass. Ayato loves your ass. So perky and squishable. 

„Y-You naughty girl.”

The periwinkle haired man stutters, lifting your skirt to admire these perfect curves. Flames of need flicker in his eyes when you turn to him. Sweet Archons, waves of arousal ripple through him, building up pressure in his twitching shaft.

„Where is your underwear, Baby?”

You attempt a coy smile, but he notices your nervousness. It further cobwebs his brain with threads of lust.

„I might have forgotten, Daddy.”

You rock your bum into his dick, glancing at him gingerly as if you needed confirmation you are doing things right. Ayato’s breath is driven out of him in short order when you continue squishing his dick. The desk moves when he thrusts back. Some crayons fall to the floor.

„I’m sorry. My fault, Daddy.”

Ayato stares at you with blown-out lavender pupils. Your legs tremble visibly when you get off his lap. You then get down to your knees, right in front of him.

„Do you know what you are getting yourself into, Little One?”

Ayato warns, getting more and more uncomfortable with his dick swelling against the zip of his white slacks.

„I’m picking up crayons, Daddy.”

Yes, indeed. You picked a few and in record time dumped them back on the desk. Your clueless act only winds him up more. You crawl back to his spread thighs, placing your small hands on Ayato’s knees. Brazenly, these hands start wandering up his legs, halting by a hair’s breadth from his dick. 

„Do you want-want me to stop?”

You intended to sound so confident, but your voice almost gives out mid-sentence.

„Oh, Archons. No, never.”

Ayato realizes it is all new to you, and an inexplicable feeling of pride buds in his chest. You want to please him. The idea itself, your eagerness, that chaste insecurity... It is more intoxicating than any sake he has drunk in his life.

He takes your hands into his and kisses both of them before placing them back on his crotch.

„Daddy will help you, Sweetheart. Don’t worry about a thing.”

He promises and hastily takes out his erected cock. A pearly drop of precum trickles down the girthy shaft, making your lick your lips in anticipation. It is true you have never done this. It is also true you have no idea how to fit this massive piece of meat into your small mouth. However, you won’t give up unless you finally manage to make this perfect man feel good.

„Come closer.”

You comply, feverishly eyeing the red tip that twitches time after time as if it was telling you to suck it. Ayato buries one of his hands into your hair and peers into your glossy eyes.

„Just do whatever feels right. Play with me however you want, pretty girl.”

No, that is not fair. He shouldn’t say such things. The insides of your pussy flutter urgently, craving the man and his cock.

Things escalate fast from the first mind-boggling kiss to the mushroomy tip of that deliciously-curved cock. Ayato moans, not giving a shit about keeping appearances, encouraging you to kiss him again and again. The bitter-sweet mix of cum coats your lips, and you want more, taking a greedy drag of air, which is heavy with Ayato’s exquisite flavour. Kamisato bloodline sure feels noble and elevated on your tongue.

You had no idea cock sucking could be so pleasant.

„F-Fuck, Baby!”

He watches your face change with every wanton slurp and awkward gag when you take him too deeply. You don’t listen when he tells you to be more careful, not to force yourself to swallow it all. His toes curl, and he sits bent in half for most of your virgin-blow job.

„You are sucking too hard, fuck.”

The periwinkle haired beauty hisses out, writhing on the chair when you swirl your tongue, wringing out more creamy substance in a maddeningly slow rhythm. Ayato's whole body convulses, not once but twice, when you switch to flicking your tongue over the crease in a kitten-like fashion, and then your lover bursts without any prior warning.

„Shit!”

It borders on a scream when he empties himself unexpectedly, tugging at your hair as the world before his eyes flashes in different colours.

You swallow as fast as you can, trying not to choke when spurts of thick, rich cum gush down your throat. Ayato forces you off himself, and your moth makes a lewd pop sound. You gasp for air like a strangled animal, looking down at your fingers. They are covered in gossamer liquid.

„So much of it, Daddy.”

You comment, lifting those fingers to your mouth; and hurriedly licking them clean. Meanwhile, Ayato is devastated, failing to comprehend what the hell has just happened.

„Did I do well?”

You demand praise while gulping down the remnants of Ayato’s sexual frustration. 

He pulls you closer by your neck, claiming your sticky lips in a deep, thorough kiss that takes your breath away.

„I refuse to believe that was your first, you little minx.”

He picks you up from the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he carries you in what seems to be the direction of your shared bedroom. You are agitated, tipsy with self-satisfaction that buzzes all over your being.

„Oh, Daddy. You must tell me. Did you like it?”

You tease, giggling next to his ear, and Ayato grabs your bum, somewhat irked. He throws you on the bed, crawling on top of you like a beast with only one goal in mind.

„Daddy will show you. No need to fret, Pink Fairy.”

„Uh?”

Despite having just ejaculated, his shaft is still half-hard when he wetly slides down your body, forcing his way between your thighs.

He is in no mood for playing; and delves his tongue into your hole, bypassing the niceties entirely.

„Wha---, no!”

His tongue feels like a hot brand. It plunges into you as if Ayato thrived on the experience of your juices in his mouth. You are dripping wet, and your pussy starts screaming in pleasure right from the very beginning. It makes you self-conscious. Hands shoot up to his back. You mark him red, painting his skin in red lines.

You whimper in your tiny voice for him to stop, but he immobilizes you, fucking his tongue into your pussy with lunatic zeal.

Ayato is not happy about getting off before you. It is against his rules. That’s not how he wants to treat his precious little gem.

He will make you cum twice as much even if he has to tie you up and do it by force.

Luckily, it won’t be necessary. You are such a good little girl, after all.

A soundless cry is torn out of you when deep passion flutters anxiously below your navel. Unclear thoughts flow in and out of your brain as Ayato sucks an orgasm out of your swollen folds.

„Mhmm. That was so delicious, Baby. Thank you.”

Ayato hums, giving his dick a few lazy pumps to coat himself properly before he tears you open with it.

He admires his work. Your hair is in sweet disarray, pussy glistening with the mix of his spit and your climax. Body flushed and nicely prepared to be bred by Ayato’s thick cock. He did it to you. He smirks, power-drunk.

You look at him, getting all drowsy like the night before. The lavender angel won’t be letting you off the hook that easily today, though.

„Daddy?”

He angles himself, smearing the tip of his shaft all over your entrance.

„Ohhh, feels nice, doesn’t it?”

You cry out his name, forgetting to stick to the Daddy pet name rule. He chuckles, languidly pressing inside.

„Yes, Daddy will show you how much he loves you. Just you wait.”

MASTERLIST

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[kyuuppi]

haircut

You cut your hair and are anxious to know what the adeptus thinks...

Pairing: Xiao x Reader (gn)

A/N: Shamelessly inspired by the fact I cut my hair recently and really like Xiao.

Word Count: 457

For the first time since you met the yaksha, you feel nervous.

Your fingers fiddle restlessly with the hem of your shirt as you climb the stairs to the highest balcony. The crisp nighttime air nips persistently at the newly exposed parts of your neck, reminding you of your recent decision and resulting new appearance.

“Xiao,” you greet as you step up onto the top stair.

Even to your own ears, your voice sounds unusually high-pitched and weak. Hesitant.

The familiar figure at the edge of the balcony returns the greeting with his own call of your name but he does not look away from the scene before him—the rolling hills of Liyue illuminated only by the full moon—until you stop directly beside him. You’re only an arm’s length away when he finally turns to face you and your breath catches in your throat.

You torture yourself by staring into his porcelain face, attempting to gauge his response as striking yellow eyes rove over your appearance.

The wind rustles your hair as if teasing you.

Xiao’s expression remains difficult to read—he has never been good at interpreting nor presenting mortal emotions—but you can tell he definitely notices your new haircut by the way his gaze lingers on the curve of your cheek where the tips of your hair now just barely brush against.

As his silence continues your mind becomes more panicked.

You think of Liyuan tradition—the elegant men and women with long dark hair that rests well past their backs. The noblewomen with long locks tied up in intricate hairstyles highlighted by expensive noctilucous jade clips and glaze lilies in full bloom. The strong warrior men with lush waves tied back in low ponytails that swish in combat.

Xiao is a being of tradition. Someone who admits to being perplexed by the modern state of Liyue, instead honoring the traditions his archon had originally set forth.

Naturally, that would include beauty standards, wouldn’t it?

“I got a haircut,” you blurt out, if only for lack of anything to say in the stifling silence of the night.

For a moment you think you see Xiao’s thin lips quirk up into something reminiscent of a smile but it’s gone before you can linger too long on the thought.

“I see that,” he responds, tone even and low.

As expected, he gives nothing away.

“What do you think?" You finally venture, swallowing thickly. “Do you like it?”

Xiao’s golden orbs linger on your face for a second longer before he turns away, returning his full attention to the scenic view of the balcony.

“It’s...cute.”

You have to bite your own lips to suppress the face-splitting grin that threatens to break through.

The tips of Xiao’s ears are red.

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[siluc]

🍼 and 🧸 for diluc, if it's okay?

a/n: psppspsp, sorry for the late reply!! I just kinda lost motivation and had no ideas but im back!! I hope this is to your liking sam!! Wrote this at 1 A.M so my brain is kinda etched rn

🍼— What are their thoughts on kids?

Diluc definitely wouldn't mind having kids

The thought of starting a family has crossed his mind a few times and he's been itching to tell you, but is just unsure about whether you like the idea or not.

He's only ready when you're ready too

And if you aren't? Well he wouldn't mind waiting until you are :)

🧸— What are they like as a parent?

Is a very very soft dad 100%

Would probably let his kids play with his hair, letting them run their fingers through his soft crimson locks

Will not hesitate to hurt anyone that's hurt his babies, or if some nasty hilichurls dare to even LAY a scratch on them, you bet that every hilichurl camp he sees would be absolutely destroyed.

He's gone through alot as a child and doesn't wish for the same to happen to his kids, so he'll do whatever it takes to protect them.

When he's strolling around Mondstadt with them, you'll sometimes see him giving them piggy-back rides !!

Cuddles with dad !! due to his pyro vision, diluc is a heater. So when his kids are feeling cold, he'd definitely give them a big hug and let them eventually fall asleep on his lap, engulfed in the warmth of their own dad

Reads bedtime stories !! I just can't with this one- he just really seems to be the type of parent that would do this

Overall, a very loving and caring dad !! 10/10

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[mangolover]

Hi! Can I request prompt 10 with Kaeya from genshim impact? Gender neutral. Thank you!

Hey, thank you so much for requesting for the event. You’re the first one that got their request done (mostly because I main this man and love him and love thinking about all the posibble ways he could be a villain)

I actually got inspiration for this during my online class and wrote in my notebook so I have no idea how gramatically correct everything is (english is not even close to my native language)

Anyways, here is your request, I really hope you enjoy it!

50 Followers Drabble Event, prompt #10 with Kaeya 

If you wish to check out the offical “50 Followers Drabble Event”, press here

Title: Sketch Worth a Toast

Prompt:  “Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Kaeya x gn! reader

Genre: Fluff (kinda)

Warnings: consumption of alcohol

Spoilers: from some of his basic voice lines (his favourite drink)

Word Count: 600+

Description: You made a quick sketch of your boyfriend from your memory today while you were on a break from your research with Albedo and your boyfriend thinks it’s the perfect opportunity for a toast.

As stated in the story, reader is assumed to be of legal drinking age so the relationship is completely legal

Also I am aware that drabble is supposed to be under 100 words, but I consider it to be under 1000 words

Sketch Worth a Toast

You just entered Angel’s Share with a piece of paper folded in half in one of your hands and was greeted by the owner Diluc, your friend and your boyfriend’s brother.

“Hey Diluc, I’ll take the- “

“The usual?” Diluc said and lifted his gaze from the glass he was polishing, “you know where to find him. I’ll bring you your apple cider vinegar shortly.”

“Thank you Diluc, you’re amazing!” You said and smiled to the handsome redhead before making your way to the far corner of the tavern where your boyfriend was drinking some Death After Noon. He was currently drinking and charming some gentlemen, probably trying to get some information from them. You waited for a moment before his blue eye caught the sight of you. In an instant there was a smile, charming as ever, on his face and he lifted his hand to wave you over. You made your way to him and greeted the gentlemen, only for them to quickly excuse themselves so they don’t interrupt your date.

“Sorry for interfering with your work,” you said and gave Kaeya an apologetic look, your lips formed into a small frown.

“Don’t worry about it dear,” he put an arm around your waist since you sat next to him, “I already found out everything I wanted.”

“Oh, that’s good then” a smile finally formed on your lips and that earned you a quick peck on the top of your head.

You talked a bit about Kaeya’s day before he finally pointed with his chin at the paper in your hands, asking what it is.

“Oh this? This is just some quick sketch I did with Albedo today when we took a little break from researching.”

“Can I see it?”

“Of course! That’s why I brought it with me!” A wide smile was now resting on your face as you handed the sketch to him. He gently unfolded it and glanced at it.

“I finally learned how to draw facial features anatomically correct, Albedo said I’m improving in both alchemy and drawing” there was clear pride in your voice, you were proud of yourself because you received compliment from your superior that you highly respected and that made Kaeya smile with pure happiness and affection for you. But he could clearly see that you’ve sketched him from your memory and that made his blue-lilac eye shine with pride.

“You know what, this deserves a celebration.” This left you a bit taken aback. And you only found your voice when Diluc came and left your apple cider vinegar with a straw (because you loved drinking it like that) at your table. You quickly thanked him and he just nodded. You were legally allowed to drink alcohol, you just preferred to stay sober in case Kaeya went overboard with his strong wine.

“So, shall we toast to this accomplishment?” Kaeya lifted his glass full of wine in the air and looked at you with a smirk on his face, his other hand found it’s way around your shoulders and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“You’re proposing a toast because I learned how to draw faces and Albedo said I’m improving?” You lifted an eyebrow and gave him a quizzical look. You knew that he was a laid-back person that liked to have fun, but this was a bit ridiculous.

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.”

“You drink to everything.”

“Cheers!” Kaeya let out a small chuckle and you couldn’t help but raise your beverage up to his and clicking the glasses softly. It may have been ridiculous to toast to something so random, but it was important to Kaeya because it was important to you.

And just like that, you two decided to be ridiculous together as you let laughter spill from you and toasted to every small, but important thing to either of you.

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[genshinboys]

Modern AU headcanons - Albedo as a doctor

Warning: NSFW

Pairing: Albedo x gn reader

If even just a few months ago, anyone were to ask Albedo about his dating life, the boy would simply state that it was non-existent. He would shrug the matter off, deeming it not worth his precious time to ponder upon. He would not comprehend the ruckus that it could bring into people’s existence. The complexity of emotions stemming from developing feelings for the other individual has never been the area of his expertise, neither a topic of his interest.

Albedo is a renowned doctor after all, and such trivial affairs are of no concern for him. Besides, with his extremely busy schedule, and a very narrow circle of acquaintances, it would be nothing short of a miracle to stumble upon the love of his life.

Yet, here we are.

Albedo, still thinking that it must be some sort of a big hoax, finds himself dragged into a conversation that he would rather be more than willing to avoid. The universe must be screwing with him. How did it all come to that? He looks at his younger sister Klee with a stern expression on his flawless face. A hint of rosy colour beautifully paints itself on his otherwise pale complexion. Klee’s eyes look expectant, naggingly so, even.

„Sooo? Are you going to confess?”

Albedo busies himself with the documents that rustle in his dainty hands as he hurriedly puts them into his briefcase.

„Confess what?”

He counters, choosing to remain oblivious.

„Ohh, you don’t play dirty with me like that! I know you like the back of my hand, big brother!”

Albedo would have to admit that Klee is undoubtedly right about that but his little sister is just too nosy for her own good and he cannot indulge in her antics too much. He recognizes the good intentions behind her actions and knows that she only desires what would be best for him, however, he doesn’t feel ready for this type of argument with her. Not now, when he already can recognize this fluttering sensation in his stomach that gets worse with each passing second.

„Klee, eat your soup and stop with that nonsense.”

Albedo’s hand runs through the beautiful blonde strands, leaving them slightly dishevelled.

Klee huffs and puffs like the adorable little kid she is, a spoon in her hand pointed at her flustered brother.

„If you don’t tell Y/N, I’m gonna do it myself!”

She warns, cutting the air around her with the menacing weapon in her little hand. Albedo would most likely be amused by her behaviour, if not for the seriousness of the matter.

The door swings open and a chilly hustle of wind reaches Albedo’s burning hot cheeks. It’s autumn already. The time really flies fast. The recollection of meeting you, your pretty face basking in the warmth of spring sunshine, is very vivid in the doctor’s memory. As if it happened yesterday.

„Tell me what?”

You query, overhearing the conversation between the doctor and his little sister. The duo, unbeknownst to them, has turned your life upside down and you can’t imagine going back to how lonely it felt without their presence.

You enter the kitchen and the corners of your mouth curve upwards.

„Nothing important. I might have to stay a little bit longer in the hospital. Would you be fine with that?”

Albedo’s teal eyes linger on yours as he awkwardly shifts to face you. The tingles in his stomach have become unbearable. How is it that he can’t put himself together when you are around?

„Oh, you know it’s not a problem at all. We’re gonna have a blast with Klee, as per usual, right?”

You walk up to the pouty girl and tousle her hair affectionately. She leans into the touch, but her eyes are still piercing through her brother, making silent threats.

„That’s very reassuring. I can’t thank you enough f---,”

„Please don’t, Doctor Albedo. No need to thank me. I love spending time with Klee.”

You cut in, not letting him finish.

Despite his best attempts not to, Albedo grimaces at the way you address him. Ever since you started your internship at the hospital you’ve been always so formal and polite towards him. And, as much as it wasn’t much of an issue in the beginning, right now it feels as if somebody punched his face. He has told you so many times to skip the courtesies, especially that you have become Klee’s babysitter. You are such a frequent visitor here that it just doesn’t sit right with him. Sure, it would be all fine if you insisted on calling him like that in the hospital, but here? Why are you so stubborn? Albedo can’t understand.

He sighs and defeatedly gathers his car keys and the briefcase from the table. Sulkily, Albedo trudges in the direction of the front door. Klee’s shoulders drop as her eyes follow her sad brother.

„Ahem, Doctor Albedo?!”

He turns around, freezing at the doorstep.

„Make sure not to overwork yourself, ok?”

He feels weak in his knees when you smile at him like that. He shakes his head timidly, somewhat too afraid to say anything.

Thus, if Albedo were to be asked about his love life again, the word non-existent would be inevitably replaced with complicated.

He smiles back and reluctantly leaves the house, wondering how to calm the thumping heart in his chest.

Late at night, he returns home to the most adorable view his eyes have ever witnessed. Albedo tip-toes to the living room, careful not to wake you up. As he approaches, he notices something that makes his heart skip a beat. Are his eyes deceiving him, by any chance?

Albedo walks up to you, curled up and motionless on the sofa. Your steady breathing tells him that you must be fast asleep. He hesitates for a fleeting moment, but then, his curiosity takes the better of him. Ever so lightly, he sits down next to you and reaches for the blanket that tightly hugs your body. He lifts it just a little and now he is certain. You are indeed wearing one of his sweaters.

He swallows hard, eyeing the piece of clothing that makes you look even more perfect in his eyes. But, in all honesty, the renowned doctor doubts his ability to judge things clearly when you are around.

Albedo tucks you in again, making sure to wrap you up nicely. The weather is awful outside, he wouldn’t like you to catch a cold.

Normally, after his night shifts, you would be just waiting for him to go back home, studying for classes or reading some books that were recommended by him. You would greet him with sleepy eyes and a yawn that Albedo always finds adorable. But, then again, isn’t he just biased?

Today is different, though, and Albedo would be a liar if he said that he didn’t enjoy looking at your relaxed features. He realizes that it must be extra creepy, but well, nobody will find out anyway, right?

His cold fingers skim over the skin of your face, tracing the intricacies of your beauty. Albedo notes that this type of touch is very addicting. So, the doctor continues studying your face, allowing himself to brush his fingers lower, down to your neck. Your skin feels velvety smooth, delicate too. Albedo can only imagine it would bruise extremely easily under his lips.

Speaking of which, no doctor should just jump to hasty conclusions without proper examination. That’s incredibly silly of him to infer from so little evidence. Hasn’t he repeatedly cautioned his students to inspect the patient in detail before coming up with a final diagnosis?

He lowers himself, aiming for the side of your neck. Albedo halts his movement, brushing his nose over the sensitive area behind your ears. He breathes in your scent, closing his eyes to indulge in the pleasure of savouring you. He inhales insatiably, sending his senses into overdrive. How can anyone smell so good?

With utmost precision, Albedo places his lips on the front side of your neck, right where he can feel your pulse. It beats rhythmically against his soft lips and he presses harder, sucking on the flesh. His tongue comes into contact with your skin and the doctor observes that you taste even better than he anticipated. He sucks harder and harder, not sparing a single thought to what could possibly happen if you woke up. Surely you would understand. Besides, it is your fault for falling asleep on his sofa, wearing his sweater, on top of that.

So the sucking turns into playful licks and kisses, Albedo fully devotes himself to discovering how much more it will take to discolour your pretty tissue, to make it turn red and irritated. Getting incredibly bold, Albedo grazes your neck with his teeth and you give out the lightest of moans. The teal pools fixate on your face. The doctor scrutinizes you, hoping to hear more of that sweet whimpers. Alas, it seems that you are still asleep. Although, it may be for the better.

A part of him wants to continue with the examination, however, these blotches of red colour awake some sort of sense of guilt within him. Has he been too greedy?

He tucks your hair behind the ear and marvels at the fact that you made his dick hard. Maybe unwittingly, and probably also against your will, but it’s too late anyway.

He has gone so far, it won’t change much if he were to kiss you too.

So, having made up his mind, Albedo once again leans in, getting closer to your resting self. In spite of being aware that he absolutely mustn’t wake you up, he all too hungrily covers your lips with his. He lets himself linger, feel you properly. He can’t deny, you being unconscious gives him all the wrong ideas and Albedo releases your lips, being too afraid of the growing issue in his underwear.

„Forgive me, Y/N. You should not have put so much trust in me. I’m a man, after all. A man with one very big weakness.”

He whispers in a raspy voice, taking delight in the view of your marked skin. He has done so well.

The next day, once you open your eyes, you can barely recognize your surroundings. It takes good five minutes before you recall being mighty tired after having spent the entire afternoon running around with Klee and building the blanket fortress for Dodo King.

Wait a minute, have you just slept the entire night on Doctor Albedo’s sofa?

You jump to your feet, exasperated.

„Fuck!”

You curse, looking at the clock. The morning lecture is going to begin soon. In a frenzy, you run to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. You don’t have much time, therefore, you hardly spare a glance at yourself in the mirror. You make a very weak attempt at subduing this bedhead of yours and hurriedly head for the front door. You are slipping on your shoes when you hear Albedo’s heavy with sleep voice.

„Leaving so early?”

He asks, descending the stairs. Contrary to you, this man looks as beautiful as ever. Is it even humanely possible to be so attractive? It’s 7 a.m., for fucks sake.

He walks up to you, stopping close enough for his alluring cologne to enter your nostrils. He must have just showered, some of the gold strands are still mildly wet.

„I, um, I have a morning lecture.”

You utter, chastising yourself internally for staring at him. You couldn’t be possibly more obvious, could you?

„I was hoping you would stay for breakfast.”

Albedo lures you in with this soft smile of his. It’s so gentle and yet has enough power to turn your brain into mush. Your belly feels funny, is it because you haven’t had anything to eat yet? With clammy hands, you reach for the coat but Albedo is faster.

He squeezes it tightly, relentlessly waiting for your response. This jittery sensation in your stomach gets worse.

„Morning big brother! Morning Y/N!”

Klee hollers, running up to Albedo. She wraps her tiny hand around his leg and peers at your face. Her infectious smile disappears in a flash when her keen eyes drop lower.

„Y/N! What happened to your neck?”

Klee panics, grabbing your hand into hers.

„Big brother is a doctor, he will help you! You don’t have to worry about a thing, am I right?”

She turns to Albedo, holding to you for dear life.

„My neck? I don’t understand. Klee, I’m all fine. Trust me.”

You try to calm her down while taking a peek at yourself in the mirror. You break out in cold sweat once you realise what she was referring to.

Albedo chuckles lightly observing your reaction.

„It’s nothing big, Klee. Probably just a mosquito bite. Go and brush your teeth, I’ll take care of Y/N.”

Klee relaxes visibly and hugs you before waving you goodbye. She hops away, following Albedo’s orders.

The room goes silent again.

„It was one nasty mosquito, I reckon.”

Albedo lifts his hand and gently caresses the reddened skin. Holding your breath, you simply nod and then giggle awkwardly. Is he actually touching you? Your body shivers and Albedo’s eyes narrow when you let him do as he pleases.

„It looks beautiful on you.”

He praises, withdrawing his hand to gently cloak you with your coat. Your heart beats so loudly that you can hear it thudding in your ears. Albedo, being as close as he is, must be hearing it too.

„W-what exactly, Doctor Albedo?”

You stutter, no longer grasping the subject of the conversation.

„My sweater, Dummy. What else?”

He smiles, albeit rather mischievously. His teal pupils glow with joy.

„I’m so sorry I, uh, I---,”

You rush to defend yourself, completely ignoring the fact that he has just called you a dummy. You are too angry for forgetting to put the sweater away before he caught you wearing it.

„Keep it, please. You’ll make me very happy.”

The doctor insists, placing his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it gently. Once again, he captures you with his remarkable eyes, penetrating you to the very bone. You exhale a shaky breath.

„Uh-huh.”

It’s all you come up with, bewitched by his overwhelming presence.

„I’m going to see you tomorrow.”

Albedo states rather than asks and you hate how your brain immediately envisions all the wrong things that you would like him to do to you.

„Sure, gotta go.”

You wiggle out of his grasp and bolt out of the house. One thing is for certain, though. You have never heard of mosquitoes in this type of chilly weather.

Time sure flies by, and you are also more than happy about that in the current circumstances. You have been waiting eagerly for your next visit to the doctor’s house and when the day finally comes, you can hardly contain yourself.

There are no bigger changes in the way everything transpires. Before leaving, Albedo eats dinner with you, sharing some stories from work. It is also worth noting that he prepared your favourite dish and you can’t help that goofy smile that creeps over your face when the teal eyed beauty informs you about that. Klee is as lively as always, quickly draining your energy, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It must be around midnight when you pass out on the sofa, with the book in your hand. Having woken up the next day, you immediately notice an extra blanket that is safely cocooning your body. There are also some cookies on the coffee table and a glass of milk under which you spot a little piece of paper. You pick it up and despite being drowsy, you easily recognize the neat handwriting of the golden-haired doctor.

In case I won’t have the chance to see you before you leave, I would like to thank you for your help. Yesterday’s shift was longer than I had predicted. If that’s not too much, may I ask you to come again at the weekend? I would be very much obliged.

PS Make sure to eat something. As your doctor, I find it very upsetting when you leave my house without a proper meal.

Albedo

His message makes you feel all warm inside and your stomach twists in knots yet again. It is a bit strange how he called himself „your doctor”. You keep mulling over that while munching on cookies that he left for you. What did he mean by that, anyway?

A bit later, you’re all ready to head out. Everyone is still asleep. It is so silent in the house that it’s almost disturbing.

You don’t know exactly why, but something tells you to quickly check one thing before leaving. You halt in front of the mirror in the corridor. Your fingers pull at the material of your turtleneck and reveal the skin hidden underneath. Your mouth hangs open and a weird squeak escapes your lips before you can stifle it.

Another mosquito bite. Right on the opposite side of your neck. You cover the reddened flesh and grab your bag. Your cheeks burn so badly and you wholeheartedly appreciate the pleasantly crispy air outside.

Albedo had no idea that simple things like you wearing his sweater under the lab coat could awake such ecstatic emotions inside of him. He has never been swayed by this type of intense longing, unable to be satisfied need to just lay hold of you and keep you as his own. Fortunately, the beautiful marks he has left on your skin rightfully show who you belong to. Also, seeing you so unbothered by their presence, with no intention of covering them whatsoever, Albedo surmises that you wouldn’t mind at all if he, by any chance, chose to take more of you.

Well, it goes without saying that you being so vulnerable, defencelessly resting on his sofa, is the most welcoming of invitations he could ask for.

Therefore, the doctor prowls after you, getting through the poorly illuminated room. This time, with not as much as a shade of doubt, Albedo sits beside you and wolfishly aims for the bare skin. With hands placed on both sides of your head, he lunges forward, running his tongue along your earlobe. It glides over the delicate cartilages, heating the cold flesh. But then, your body stirs.

Albedo props up on his elbow to study your face. He waits, patiently scrutinizing your trapped beneath him figure. A lecherous smile graces his features It is this impish look of self-satisfaction that you have never seen on him. Your eyes squeeze even more tightly, waiting in suspense for his next move.

The doctor recognizes the subtle difference in the way your breath comes out more unevenly, the air raggedly flowing in and out of your lungs. He catches the sight of your fingers digging into the blanket when he presses his upper body to yours. Albedo hovers over you with his long hair dangling over your face and your belly churns in anticipation.

He reaches to your temples, stroking the flesh with his fingers and then you realize that you have been furrowing your brows all the time.

Your heart hammers in your chest as you draw on every ounce of strength not to let your eyes fly open despite how much you want to drown in these teal pools of infinite magic.

„I know you are not asleep, Dummy.”

Albedo whispers, his breath fanning over your cheeks and your body quivers again.

„Open these pretty eyes for me.”

The doctor pleads, brushing his nose over yours, which sends yet another involuntary shudder through your body.

„If you continue being so stubborn, I’ll just assume that I can do whatever I want to you. Not like it matters anyway since you are so fast asleep.”

He chuckles, making everything in your groin tighten. If you were to open your eyes now, you would be hit by this look in his eyes, now more intense than ever. It is just need. Pure, unadulterated need. The doctor thinks he must be possessed or something. The notion of fucking you here, pretending to be unaware of all of that, penetrates him to the very bone and it consumes his thoughts wholly.

„Fine by me.”

Albedo gives you an innocent peck, only to cup your cheek in his warm hand and fully envelope your lips with his. He doesn’t waste any time, sinking his tongue into your mouth and you allow him to taste you, parting your lips for him. He kisses you like a starved man, savagely bruising your tender lips in the process. There is nothing calm and reserved about the way he fumbles with the blanket to uncover your body. Nothing like his usual mellow attitude as Albedo lewdly moans into your mouth when he rests his whole weight on top of you, pushing his erected cock into your hipbone.

„Mhm-mm!”

You whimper, as Albedo’s hand creeps under the sweater that you borrowed from him and starts feeling up your body, higher and higher. Albedo responds to your strangled whine by pressing himself more into you, aiming to slide his dick over your clothed core. It does wonders to both of you. It makes you pulsate inside, and as everything tightens, your little act falls like dominoes.

Your hands sink into the gold strands, fisting them as you force him to kiss you harder. Albedo tilts his head and fulfils your demand, lewdly swirling his tongue against yours. He crushes you underneath him, humping with full force against your sex. There is no air to breathe, no possibility of squirming away from the feverish snap of his hips into you.

„Be--, ahh, Bedo,”

You pant, pathetically attempting to call out his name in between the punishing thrusts. He keeps rilling into you, making you clench over and over again. You definitely don’t want to cum like this, into your pants. The very thought of your hole contracting around nothing makes you panic even more. You push him with your hands, moving your head away to break the kiss but he doesn’t relent. His fingers dig into your jaw and he immobilizes you to keep you steady.

Like in a stupor, Albedo doesn’t stop grinding all over you. Sensing your orgasm, you cry out loudly, again and again pleading into his dominant lips. All in vain, as the sounds of protest, all but drown into the rough kisses.

Bracing yourself for the imminent release, you pathetically wrap your leg around his hip, hoping that it could earn you some more friction. It feels like he is going to wring this orgasm out of you, whether you want it or not.

As your toes curl and hips push forward into Albedo’s dick, you don’t think you have ever experienced something as intense as the brewing ecstasy in your groin. So unexpected, yet longed-for since the day you met him.

But then, the doctor stops.

His pelvis comes to a halt, as he leaves your swollen lips with a lewd smack.

He towers over you, cheeks red and eyes glistening with the unshed tears of frustration. Albedo has no idea how, but he managed to deny himself this orgasm for so fucking long that he cannot screw it all up now. He will fuck you exactly the way he has imagined, so often degraded to a whimpering mess in the safety of his bedroom. How many times has he stroked his cock with your name rolling off his tongue, biting into his arm so that he would not rouse his little sister with these obscene moans? How many times have you unknowingly made him so hard that he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, whip his cock out of the unpleasantly wet underwear and cum all over the sink while you were playing with Klee right behind the wall?

Yes, Albedo knows for sure that he must be a fucking creep but it is not his fault. Not fucking his fault.

„Oh, have you slept well, Pretty?”

For a moment you are sure that you are about to cum. Your walls clench, waiting to be stimulated but it never happens, as his hips have left you. You bite your lips hard, so frustrated. He cannot be serious. Albedo has this quizzical look behind his half-lidded eyes.

„What a shame. I was about to fuck you but...,”

He lowers himself and starts whispering against your ear.

„Unfortunately, you caught me this time.”

Needily, you want to pull him back in, fisting his shirt and he chuckles hollowly.

„Hey, Dummy,”

He sounds amused, somewhat out of it. You grab him tighter and force him to look at you.

„So, you want to be fucked, I take it?”

Irked by his nonchalance, you lift yourself to bite his lower lip and he gasps, unprepared for the sudden sting of pain. The metallic taste of blood dissolves on your taste buds when Albedo reciprocates the kiss, delving his tongue inside again. Meanwhile, your fingers quickly reach for his slacks and you undress him, dying to finally see his cock. He does the same for you, clumsily stripping you naked while trying to feel your lips on his all the time.

There is this shiver that shoots down your spine when he presses his wet and hard cock to your lower belly. His girth is impressive and it does look as pretty as the doctor himself. You question whether he hasn’t been sculpted by some artist because it is virtually beyond any reason to be this fucking flawless. How fucking unfair.

„You’re dripping down there.”

He comments, boldly eyeing your arousal. The comment would have probably made you self-conscious if not for the pure fascination in his teal orbs.

„How should I prep you? With my tongue or lube? Both, maybe? I’m sorry. I’m out of practice. No matter, though. I really need to fuck you.”

Albedo’s cock throbbing against you expresses his urgency better than the sinful words he has just uttered. He kneels and places his hands on your hips to scoop you closer to him. It makes you squeak and you hurriedly prop up on your elbow to grip his shoulder. He was about to lean in, fuck that little hole with his tongue.

„Bedo, ah I- I, erm, I’m ready. Please, just fuck me?”

You ask nicely, growing even redder than before.

„I don’t intend to hurt you, Dummy.”

The doctor whispers, scrutinizing your face. It is the same type of prying gaze that you so often witness when he examines his patients. Fuck, there is no way that he wouldn’t notice. You better come clean before he exposes you himself.

„Well, no, no. No need to worry about that. I, erm, I have already fingered myself, I guess? Somehow, yeah.”

Albedo’s teal eyes grow twice the size at your confession and when it finally sinks in, he just smirks.

„You have fingered yourself in my fucking living room, right here on this sofa, wearing my sweater, on top of that? Is that what you are trying to say?”

Albedo inquires, hooking your leg over his shoulder while pinning you down. His member perfectly aligns with your entrance and the tip of his cock protrudes against the taut ring of muscles. It makes you feel so exposed. The intensity of his heated stare reaches the deepest parts of your soul.

You simply nod, seeing that he won’t budge unless you satisfy him with the answer.

„And here I thought, I was being the nasty one.”

Tenderly, he locks his lips with you again, gently guiding himself in. The tip goes in smoothly. It makes you tremble in the mix of excitement and slight discomfort. Nevertheless, the next inches stretch you beyond your limit, and if you weren’t crying out his name just moments ago, right now Albedo can barely muffle those indecent sobs. He loves how warm it all feels inside, the way your silky walls accommodate his cock, adjusting to his presence.

„You are squeezing me too hard, relax.”

Albedo groans, struggling so hard when you don’t stop clenching around him. His fingers roam over your body, finding their safe spot on your chest. He grabs you, using his palm to circle the erected nipple.

„Ah-hah!”

You keen, arching your back to get him to move deeper to hit that spot, demanding his attention. Albedo reads the situation quickly and buries himself to the very balls, in one harsh thrust that leaves you teary-eyed.

„Y-you ok, Dummy?”

He asks, concerned. His dick pulsates as if it had its own will, definitely not eager to stop when everything feels so hot and tight.

You shake your head, devastated at how caring he is and how awfully nervous he sounds right now. Your rock your hips, signalling him to continue.

Albedo kisses you sweetly and then your vision goes black and feet curl in pure bliss when he starts moving. You let out a moan as another tide of pleasure hits you owing to his precision. He goes all in, reaching deep inside where you need him most. You adapt to his pace, pushing back whenever he sinks his cock into you. However, there is very little you can do with how hard he holds you in place.

Everything feels incredible, heat sizzles in you like during one of these summer days. Albedo takes your chin and tilts your head to the side so that you are looking directly into his eyes. It makes you want to melt, his dick so perfectly penetrating you, the loving gaze full of unspoken adoration.

„B-Bedo?”

You draw in a short breath, sneaking your hand behind his back to keep him close.

„Can you cum with me?”

His voice is somehow huskier than usual, awed by your beauty as he loses himself completely in the sight of you moaning under his body.

You think you might combust right there and then.

„Just tell me when.” „Ah-hhah--, now, p-please now!”

Albedo’s hips pick up the pace, breaking every last wall within you. The flames of desire begin dancing wildly in your groin, with no way of backing out. Your face flushes a furious crimson, hearing the doctor so lewdly moaning next to your ear. He pumps in so hard, an angry vein appears on the side of his abs. He looks fucking majestic and you just claw his back, taking everything that he wants to give you.

You are in a trance, barely registering that Albedo collapsed on top of you like a lifeless puppet. His sweaty forehead rests on your chest and the gold strands splay all over you, in a mess. He cannot seem to be able to catch his breath, too affected by his shattering orgasm.

You feel so calm and satisfied. Without a care in this world, you fall asleep, listening to Albedo’s heavy breathing.

The next day, when you wake up, you immediately recognise the scent that surrounds you. You’re in Albedo’s bed and everything smells like him. You are also wearing his pyjamas and it makes you blush like a teenager. It appears that he must have found enough strength to clean you both up and carry you to his bed. You sit there for longer than necessary, processing everything that has happened and you simply can’t help but wonder whether it all wasn’t just another lewd fantasy of yours.

But then again, the throbbing sensation between your leg feels much too real to be imaginary. Limping, you head downstairs.

Klee’s giggle coming from the kitchen tells you where to look for the adorable duo.

Albedo almost drops the cup in his hands once you appear in the doorway. He clears his throat, not knowing what to do with his other hand. Ultimately, he just pushes it into the pocket of his trousers, smiling awkwardly in your direction.

„Good morning Y/N!”

Klee jumps to her feet and runs up to you.

„Morning, Klee. Did you sleep well?”

You ask, softly combing through her bedhead with your fingers but it doesn’t help one bit.

„Perfectly fine!”

She grins, flashing her white teeth.

„My brother’s bed is very comfortable. I bet you also had a good night’s rest.”

She clasps her hands enthusiastically and peers knowingly at you, which makes you flustered.

Albedo clears his throat again, putting the coffee away.

„Klee, how about you go to your room and make your bed, huh?”

She giggles, winking at you before she leaves the two of you alone.

There is a moment of silence, but finally, Albedo musters up enough courage to break it. He trudges forward, stopping right in front of you.

His teal orbs seize you up, glowing beautifully. You get captured by their charm, yet again questioning his human origin.

„Hope that you did sleep well, after all?”

Albedo asks, all too shyly considering what he did to you yesterday.

„Yeah, just slightly sore, is all.”

You give him a timid smile, enjoying the blush that creeps over his face.

„But, I assume you know how to deal with this, right, Doctor Albedo?”

He snorts, brushing his fingertips over yours.

„Certainly I do, Dummy. I’m your doctor, am I not?”

Other boys:

Kaeya as your chauffeur 

Kazuha as your gardener

Childe as your swimming instructor

Zhongli as your history professor

Diluc as the wine industry tycoon

Xiao as a tattoo artist

Other series:

Going out on a date with Genshin boys

Thigh job with Genshin boys

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MAFIA HEADCANONS - CHILDE

WARNING: NSFW

PAIRING: CHILDE X FEM READER

PART 2 - new!

You enter the desolate warehouse with a displeased frown on your face. Everything around is disgustingly damp and the air has this lingering musty smell. It irritates your nostrils to no end. Upon seeing your arrival, the two bulky men straighten up and ostensibly greet you with a hint of what appears to be fear behind their otherwise stone-cold facial expressions.

„What a fucking shit-hole. What is this foul stench? Couldn’t you find a better place?”

You scowl, crossing your arms on your chest.

„Ma-am, we had little choice here. It was a miracle to even catch him in the first place. This slick mother fucker!”

With a cocked eyebrow, you laconically seize the exhilarated thug up, barely suppressing the need to laugh out loud right into his triumphant face.

You click your tongue and trudge forward.

„Move, idiot.”

The lower ranks take a step back, letting you get through.

„Wait for me in the car.”

You order while pushing the metal pivot door with your hip and shoulder. So heavy. It leaves a stain on your pitch-black blazer.

„B-but, Ma-am, there are orders to kill him. The boss sa--,”

One of the henchmen voices his protest, questioning your decision with a dumb look on his face.

„I’ll take care of that. Get the fuck out before I kill you as well.”

They exchange a brief look with one another and collectively decide that your attitude leaves little room for further argument.

Once you are certain that they have vacated this revolting shitpit, you take a deep breath and enter the room with a galloping heart.

„Fancy seeing you here, girlie”

Childe welcomes you with a grin on his blood-stained face. Such a striking contrast to the poor state of his body, helplessly restrained and bound to a chair. There are some bruises on his torso, revealed by the torn shirt. It used to be white, but now the crimson blotches seep through the fabric.

So fucking miserable.

You bite your lip, tempted to turn your eyes away. It’s not like you haven’t witnessed this before. You have seen him injured so many times. The by-product of him and you jumping at each other’s throats whenever the chance has arisen. However, this time it is different. Somebody else hurt him and it does not appeal to you, in the slightest.

He looks pathetic, and your blood boils under your skin.

It makes you all the more angry, so fucking livid, that the idiot got himself caught on purpose. That much you know for sure.

„I’ve always realised that you’re nothing short of a moron, but fucking seriously, Childe?”

You mock him, closing the space between you and him. You stop right in front of his mauled body. Childe’s cerulean orbs glance up, seeking your face amidst the poorly-lit room. Your stomach sinks. He is so fucking handsome that it is physically painful when he stares at you with such ferocity. He always does. The blue pools reflect nothing but sincerity, revealing the blend of genuine emotions stirring inside of him. You fucking hate that. Your chest feels heavy and you wish you were blind.

„Thought you would be happy if I paid you a visit, no?”

Childe remarks, doing his best to express his disappointment. His eyes never leave yours as the boy pouts adorably.

„I have orders to kill you, you little shit.”

You are in no mood for his games and you go straight to the point.

He chuckles. Childe’s laughter echoes in the warehouse and his body shakes lightly.

„Do you think I’m fucking joking?”

You grab his hair and jolt his head up. He winces a little, but smirks nevertheless.

„I like when you’re so rough with me.”

You inch closer, tugging at his ginger strands even more. Childe feels your hot breath on his lips. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, wondering how pissed you would be if he kissed you right now. Part of him wants to take that risk and give it a try, but one the other hand, he is still immensely mad at you himself. The mere thought that you didn’t tell him anything makes his plush lips set into a grim line.

In a sharp move, you release the gun from the holster hidden under your blazer and press it to Childe’s throat. He swallows and his Adam’s apple moves under the gun barrel.

„Oh really? Would you like it if I put a bullet through that pretty face of yours as well?”

Childe snorts, challenging you with his cerulean pools. They are so shiny, so unnaturally beautiful that it is too fucking distracting.

„I know about your little sister.”

He informs you, furrowing his brows and you almost drop the gun to the ground. You take a step back, thrown off balance.

He wasn’t supposed to get to know. You have always made sure to keep it a secret, so how come he found out? Your pulse spikes and palms feel clammy all of a sudden.

„For all the things we’ ve been through, you really should have fucking told me, girlie. I can’t deny feeling a bit hurt. Don’t you have any trust in me?”

A heavy sigh escapes his chest and he shakes his head in disapproval.

„We’re enemies.”

You remind him, regaining some control over your shaky palms.

„That’s bullshit.”

Childe shifts nervously in the chair, as if he wanted to lunge in your direction, but the rope keeps him steady in place. He looks hurt.

„I would have helped you. Fuck, I really would. You’re just so fucking stubborn. You have no idea how fucking furious I was when I heard the story.”

If his eyes weren’t enough of a problem for you, the concerned face he is giving you now leaves you feeling nauseous. This asshole. How dares he say things like that. Your heart keeps hammering in your chest, pounding against your ribs like a jackhammer.

He has no right to be saying shit like that. You bite your lip, eyeing him up and down. He belongs to a rival gang. You have always been enemies, simple as that.

„Fuck you! I don’t need your pity.”

You spit out, growing angrier with each passing second.

„I’ll help you get your sister back. You won’t be forced to work for this psycho anymore. I’ve already talked to my boss. Zhongli agreed to protect both of you!”

Childe rambles on and on and it only adds fuel to the fire raging in your heart.

„Shut up.”

You warn through gritted teeth, but he just never fucking listens.

„We have tracked her down. I wanted to tell you about that but of course you had to fucking vanish. So, the only way was to lure you out.”

„I said shut up!”

You lash out at him, grabbing what has left of his ripped shirt.

Childe juts his chin out, meeting your frantic eyes with a calm reassurance in his own. Your lower lip trembles and eyes get watery, but you won’t let yourself fall apart before him. In a frenzy, you lean in and lock your lips with his. Childe’s eyes widen and he gives out the cutest little sound of surprise. But the initial shock quickly subsides, only to be substituted with a feverish need to feel more of your tongue on his. Childe tilts his head, wantonly reciprocating the soft caress of your mouth, unabashedly exploring his. He loves that about you. He can never be too sure of anything when you are around, and it thrills him, breathes life into his lungs. He feels it deeply with every fibre of his being.

Childe kisses just the way he fights. Earnestly and with full devotion. Even being tied to the chair, vulnerable and beaten up to a pulp, he dominates the kiss, swirling his tongue against yours zealously.

This mother fucker.

You bite his lower lip, hard enough to draw some blood, and he moans excitedly, which makes you clasp your thighs as everything inside of your groin tightens. You swathe his handsome face with your palms, sucking on the sore flesh to patch up the little wound. His hips squirm helplessly, as he cannot move bound by the knot behind his back. He would like you closer, much closer.

You push him back and part your lips abruptly to catch some breath. Childe’s chest rises up and down erratically, pretty much in unison with yours. His cheeks flush in a rosy colour and it shatters your soul. Why is he so fucking cute?

„Hey, girlie,”

Childe begins softly, short of breath.

„I’ll help you. Everything will be alright, I promise.”

He all but whispers and you fist his shirt, causing your knuckles to turn white.

„If you don’t shut up, I’ll fucking make you, idiot.”

You go down to your knees, keeping a close watch on his bewildered face. It turns you on immensely. The way his cerulean orbs ogle you, stupefied by the scene acting out in front of them, is one of the best facial expressions you have ever seen on him. You reach out for his belt and Childe flinches, mouth hanging open as he blinks multiple times.

„Moan too loudly and I’ll kill you before you reach your orgasm.”

„W-what?”

Childe questions, somewhat panicked. Your skin prickles in anticipation seeing him so fucking dumbfounded. He shifts nervously. You make a quick work of his trousers and then underwear, releasing his cock which stands proudly in front of your face. He got fucking hard. So hard.

Your nails dig into his thighs.

Too big.

That is the painful realisation which leaves you petrified for too long. Childe smirks, amused by the reaction that his erected cock squeezed out of you. His chest swells in pride, and he feels in control, regardless of his shitty predicament.

„What’s wrong, girlie?”

He questions, sarcasm seeping through his words.

Irritated, you wrap your hand around the base of his thick shaft and lean in to kitten-lick the tip of his erection. It is so swollen and deliciously red. His cock feels so warm in your hand and you pump him up and down, all the time wrapping your lips around the mushroomy part. Childe shivers and groans, pathetically attempting to push his hips forward.

„Got so hard just from a kiss?”

You bite back, seductively tracing the vein that adorns his dick with your wet tongue. Childe whimpers, struggling with the rope that immobilizes his body. It is so frustrating.

„Fuck, untie me!”

He is very well aware of how desperate he sounds, but he could not give a flying fuck. His brain is too busy with the sensations going through his dick, this tightening coil in his lower abdomen that makes him want to rut into your mouth like a fucking animal. He keeps writhing, flexing his muscles using his full strength, just to set himself free and push you further down his cock. Your mouth is so slimy and your lips wrap around him just so perfectly.

„Ah-hah!”

Childe cries out, craving to bury his hands into your shiny hair, wanting to pull you closer and cradle you into his arms. Your walls contract, needily aching for Childe’s big cock to stretch you and fuck you silly.

„Careful boy. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

You click your tongue at the urgency of the ginger beauty, thrashing so hard that the rope only sinks deeper and deeper into his wounded skin. You don’t want him to hurt himself even more.

„If you stop fighting back, I’ll let you cum inside me.”

You bribe, and Childe goes rigid, turning pliant.

„Good boy.”

The corner of your mouth quirks up mischievously as you rise to your feet, letting his cock rest heavily against the rock-hard abs. The pre-cum stains his chiselled abdomen. Childe whines, already missing the warmth of your lips around his shaft.

Wasting no time, you hike up your pencil skirt and hastily remove your panties. Childe observes how you let them pool around your ankles, before you step out of them and place your hands on his shoulders.

He swallows hard.

You’re about to straddle him and his heart skips a bit.

If you’re indeed going to kill him, then at least he will die having his dream come true.

„Take off your shirt, please.”

The ginger boy pleads, eyes following your legs as you make yourself comfortable on top of him. He purrs feeling your weight fully resting on his body, legs hanging on the sides.

„You think you’re in the position to tell me what to do?”

You push the skirt just a bit higher to give yourself easier access to his throbbing cock. The cerulean pools drop lower. Your core is right in front of his dick. He squirms beneath you, and the next thing he registers are your fingertips pressed against the tainted flesh of his chest and abdomen. His heart is racing. You can sense how it pounds under the palm of your hand.

„You-you are always so mean to me, girlie, ahh---!”

Sparks of pleasure dance across his skin as you drag your wet folds all over his shaft. Your eyes grow glassy for the briefest of moments before you look at him with a coy smile. Childe notes that you don’t need your hands nor your mouth to torture the shit out of him. His erection sliding against your core makes you feel all tingly inside.

Childe wants to tug you closer, squeeze the meat of your ass and impale you with his cock, hard enough to hear you cry for mercy. He is so thoroughly done with all that teasing. Your pussy lips rub up and down the base of his cock, stopping right at the delicate tip. He would like to thrust his dick into you but you won’t let him, gently sinking just a few inches inside, but never as much as he would need. That fucking rope must be his biggest enemy now, and he will fucking have his revenge soon. Mark his words.

„Na-ahah-ah!”

Moan after moan falls from his lips and each one of them goes to your pussy, walls throbbing continuously as if his voice was in command of your impending orgasm.

„Curse this fucking rope!”

Childe cries out weakly, biting his lip hard. He seems to be on the verge of crying and it tugs at your heartstrings.

Crashing your lips together, you slide your fingers around his leaking cock. It pulsates in your hand, begging you for more. Childe groans into your mouth, sensing that you are about to insert his twitching length into your hole.

He closes his eyes and exhales a long, ragged breath. The tip slides in smoothly, and soon he feels more of that velvety warmth sweetly enveloping his hard dick. He opens his eyes to see the frown of pain on your face, as you fight to take him all in. His groin tightens and he starts chanting your name like a lunatic.

„I told you to be f-fucking quiet! Na-ahh-ah!”

Your thighs quiver once he bottoms out, hitting your cervix dead on. Childe’s voice dies out in his throat. The feeling of being fully hugged by your throbbing pussy is so intense that he clenches his teeth, not being entirely sure how long he will be able to take it.

„I fucking hate you!”

It is you screaming now, heat pooling down your thighs and forcing you to rock your hips into his monstrous length.

„B-baby, Baby, take it easy. Just take it easy.”

He barely manages through his tightly flexed jaw. Childe wants to calm you down, his lips placing kisses on your knotted brows. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and you capture his lips again, tongues mingling together passionately. Carefully, you rock back and forth and his dick basically destroys your small pussy. It feels so full and big that you think it might actually reach up to your belly.

„Childe!”

You call out his name and he knows that he is ready to spill all over that tightness any time soon.

„Such a good girl, you are. Such a good little girl, Baby.”

He babbles more and more nonsense when you establish a steady rhythm, and despite the initial stinging sensation, it seems that your walls have stretched enough to accommodate him. Childe watches utterly entranced how your pussy lips glide over his penis when you persistently sink onto his cock, leaving a sticky little mess behind. You are so wet that slick keeps gushing from your pussy, coating his cock so beautifully. Oh, he would do anything to be able to taste you now, delve his tongue into that sticky hole and flick the sensitive bud until you start creaming right into his willing mouth.

Your sobbing gasps against his lips and frantic thrust tell him that you are just as close as he is. You shove your hand into his hair again, fisting it angrily. The waves of need surge through your convulsing walls and it enflames your senses, urges you to keep fucking yourself on his perfect cock.

Childe fixes his gaze on you, takes in the ferocity of your stare, the flush that has appeared on your round cheeks.

You.are.just.so.incredibly.sexy.

He closes his eyes again, too afraid to peer into yours any longer with how much his dick is already twitching inside of you. He doesn’t trust himself around you, especially not his touch-starved cock.

You grind down on him hard, pressing your clit into his hard abs, just a little more pressure to throw you over the brink and come undone on his girth. He moans out loudly, as he involuntarily begins throbbing, shooting his cum in thick spurts into your squeezing core. His strangled whine make you reach your peak. The dam in your belly bursts, releasing the mind-numbing jolts of pleasure that overpower your body. Childe feels you tightening around him, squeezing him like a vice.

You milk him out well, sucking up all the cum that his balls have gathered for you, riding him wild and hard to the very last drop.

„Baby.”

Childe croaks out, as everything goes to a standstill.

„Baby, kiss me.”

And you do, albeit very sloppily and with little strength left.

„Untie me, please. Let’s get out of here, girlie.”

Childe says in between tender kisses. You cup his face and look at him for the last time before smiling gently at him. With no further explanation, you get up and cover your naked butt with your skirt. You do the same for him, packing his still half-hard member into his boxers.

„Hey, girlie?”

Childe questions, with a hint of surprise hidden behind his voice. You walk away from him and crouch down to pick up your gun.

„Hey!”

He yells, this time more annoyed than shocked.

„Don’t you fucking dare to leave me here!”

He warns, once again trying to squirm out of his restraints and it makes you giggle. You blow him a kiss and leave the room, hearing him scream after you.

Childe curses profusely, driven up a wall. He can’t fucking believe that you played him dirty like that. Blood boils inside him and he is ready to skin you alive when he lays his hands on you again.

He sits there and waits for more than an hour before finally picking up on some familiar voices coming from the depths of the warehouse.

„Over here!”

Childe hollers on top of his lungs and soon Zhongli’s face appears in his view. If his body wasn’t restricted, he would be jumping into his boss’s arms, relieved to finally be rescued.

„Fucking bless you, Boss. I thought I was gonna die here.”

Zhongli walks up to his friend and shakes his head in disappointment. Childe looks awful. Zhongli feels bad just by looking at him and the poor state that he is currently in. All the years of life-threatening missions and he has never seen the man so butchered up.

„You should have waited for our people to find her. You got what you deserved.”

Zhongli unhurriedly goes behind him, takes out the knife from the safety of his elegant vest and cuts the rope. Childe sighs in relief once his body is set free.

„How did you find me?”

The ginger boy questions, massaging his bruised wrists.

„Well, your girl called me using your phone. Told me that you might need some help in getting out of this smelly...,”

Zhongli halts, searching for the right word to describe this questionable place.

„Well, no matter. We discovered two dead bodies outside, must have been the men that held you captive, right? I assume she killed them and ran away.”

Childe, growing more worried about your well-being, attempts to get up, but Zhongli forces him to sit back down.

„If they get to know that she let me free, they’re going to kill her. Zhongli we must---,”

The black-haired man holds him tight in place, trying to get his attention back.

„Listen to me, Childe, listen!”

The cerulean orbs zero in on Zhongli, somewhat taken aback by his raised voice. He has never heard him doing that before.

„I convinced her to lay low. She is in a safe place, protected by our people. We got her sister back as well. Calm down, you’re scaring me.”

Zhongli straightens up, dusting off his black gloves. He exhales, too tired from all that ruckus.

„So-so, it’s all ok?”

Childe looks at him with eyes full of doubt.

„It is over, Childe. Get yourself together. We need to patch you up. You look pathetic.”

Zhongli reassures him and squeezes his shoulder for one las time. Childe peers at him, somewhat hollowly and then puts his head into his hands. He laughs out loud, still in denial of your audacity to leave him here like an abandoned puppy.

„Hey, Childe.”

Zhongli addresses him in a demanding voice and Childe lifts his head to glance at the tall man.

„She told me to thank you and asked to send her deepest apologies for..., erm--, you know, bailing on you like that.”

Childe snorts and his stomach churns, feeling all fuzzy inside.

„How fucking sweet of her.”

„Indeed.”

Zhongli chuckles, and extends his hand to help him get out of the warehouse.

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