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blueparadis · 2 years

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❝ OUR LITTLE SECRET ❞ + al-haitham, cyno,tighnari, dottore.

+. CWs —» female anatomy, she/her pronouns, explicit sexual content, s/d dynamics,accidental voyeurism, oral acts, sensory deprivation, spit kink, corruption kink, overstimulation, praise kink, use of sex toys, pet names,cockwarming, cum play, manhandle.

+. PRECIS —» — desires and secrets are deadly combination. The later amplifies the former in order to keep the secret safe.

+. tags — @xshinigamikittenx @haitaniapologist @luvbladez @tokyometronetwork + links section.

+. AL-HAITHAM

Haitham is a man of few words and that too full of tactical reasoning yet he was not a guy to mask his expressions, and behaviors. Even though he maintains a strong expression it falters whenever you're around him. He shutters and does not seem to maintain eye contact much, it wanders off to your bosom. He does not even realize how you have noticed him staring at your boobs, every time you're busy with your chore. But when you saw him touching himself sloppily over the cloth, you had to help.

"Need a hand?", haitham was stunned. His bulge was now pronounced even more. He chuckled embarrassingly and just gestured for you to enter his room with a nod. He was pressing your buttons just like you did. He watched you meticulously but he was not ready for the next stunt you pulled. Sitting near his feet, you unbuttoned your dress having your upper bare at his display. His cheeks flushed, chest heaved prominently unable to process this situation.

He was not going to stop you either. His craving for you was overpowering and it certainly made him more silent than he ever was. You fondled your boobs while he took out his cock. The tip was already limped. He thought you'd blow him or give him a hand but when you took his cock in between your cleavage he lost his sanity.

"Ohh fuck" he uttered out loud and he knew he was screwed when you spat on his cock before rubbing his cock with your boobs pressed against his hefty shaft making him groan and shudder. You could feel your arousal soaking your panty but watching his cum spill over your boobs, him being too breathless to talk was far more enticing.

+. CYNO

The moment General Mahamatra saw you he knew he has to score before tighnari. Cyno was allured by those lips that won't stop talking, and asking questions and tighnari was more than happy to answer. He does not miss a chance to tease you especially when he caught Cyno gawking at you. On the other hand, cyno was not willing to make some eye-catching efforts and hence he took the next chance which he was eagerly waiting for: tighnari's absence and leaving you in his care. So, he made the most out of it.

"Suck", he commands having you knelt near his feet. As you take his cock in her mouth, Cyno lets out a groan having your warm mouth sheathing his aroused cock. Those lips that have been haunting him since the moment he saw you are now wrapped around his cock, finally, moving to and fro making him dizzy. He has been keeping himself in check, but when you were struggling to take him all the way he had to help you, teach you how those lips could provide heavenly pleasure which you seem to waste in talking and questioning.

Cyno cups your cheeks, lightly at first thinking you might not be able to take him or rather not respond to him like he wanted you to be, totally under his control. But when you peer through your eyelashes, soft fingers curling around his toned calf muscles he knew you were perfect for him. His grips harden around your cheeks as he starts to glide your head against his cock. His tip starts to graze the back of your throat after a few strokes, muffling noises escaping your lips encouraging Cyno to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. But he can't. He won't. He wants to prepare you, teach you how to please him, and him alone.

And just when he notices your decline in tolerance of taking him, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes he pulls out leaving you all gasping and panting. No, he does not stop there. While he gives you time to catch up with your breath as he pumps his cock to and fro with rough strokes shooting his cum over your face and exclaiming satiably, " You're good. You just need proper guidance"

Both of you were so oblivious to how tighnari planned this all along whose palms were covered with cum.

+. TIGHNARI

Tighnari loves to relax with your mouth wrapped around his cock after a day full of chores. Certainly, he is very fond of you the idea of sitting on his cock with your hands held behind your back as he sucks your tits but he is too tired for that.

“open up, I need this”, his voice slurred while you lick your lips before taking his cock into your mouth. He is bone-tired to let you sit on his cock, let alone bounce on it.

But he always lets you know how good you are, how you are so flawless at everything, even taking care of him. " Your mouth feels so good", his voice is mellowed and words rolling over each other, and with his lusty green eyes rolling white in pleasure you could tell, he would cum soon. yet you need not worry about it since he never cums in your mouth with a warning, anywhere to be precise till he lets you know that he is at the peak.

White, murky fluid gushes down your throat making you choke and pull away immediately. was he too tired to inform you? to tell you that he is close? were you so good that he forgot all about his manners? You shoot him a smile rubbing his cum off your lips and neckline earning his strong gaze on you. He knew he could not lose you. At that moment, he did forget about all his manners and kissed those lips that were slick and wet with his cum.

+. DOTTORE

Dottore likes to test deep waters. He is an explorer in every aspect of his choices. Be it having you sit on his cock as he finishes his work or giving all his attention to you, that is having his cock inside your ass while he puts a vibrator inside your cunt.

The latter happens more often since he loves how vocal you are, how responsive you are, and most importantly how obedient you are to make good use of the butt plug he gave you.

Incoherent noises fill the room as dottore pushes the button increasing the intensity of the vibrator. Every time you are nearing your high he either stops it or decreases the intensity. He is merciless; the more you beg, the more he enjoys the thrill of watching you lose your sanity, and the more he denies it.

"Ah, Princess. Just call my name one more time." he drawls out with excitement but you are too much of a mumbling mess to give him what he wants, do it what he asks. "Please I insist", he says as your cum spills along your thighs, coating his balls.

"Fuck you Dottore", you yell accompanied by a harsh moan as he increases the intensity to the fullest, keeping aside the controller so that he could guide you bouncing on his hard cock.

"not so loud darling, you don't want Pantalone to know about this right? " all you could do was give him a nod but the bigger question was how on earth did he know about your little quickies with Pantalone. Was it the Regrator who bragged about your pussy or dottore watching, jerking off as the former fucked you witless?"

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explicitred · 11 months

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Pantalone Headcanons - (Male Reader)

June 10, Post 6 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

Pantalone, a man who is obsessed with mora, is more possessive of you.

One who tries to sneakily grab one of his mora, is in for a rough time. Meanwhile, you could grab handfuls of his mora in front of him, and only earn a pleasant and genuine smile from Pantalone.

He was greedy for Teyvat’s currency, but was greedier for you, savoring each last touch you give him.

Pantalone took care of everything and anything he could for you, eyes averting with blush lightly coating his cheeks whenever you praised him in response.

By now, your room was full of untouched presents, stacking all up to the ceiling from him buying more and more presents for you every day. So many presents… and yet Pantalone’s still buying more gifts at this very moment?

…Ah, perhaps asking Pantalone to get a separate room for presents will do?

And meanwhile he starts working on your request, let's start spending a couple of hours opening a small percentage of his presents.

There was a time you could recall when Pantalone had stopped for a bit to stare at a ring, before smiling at you.

Hmm… Is he thinking of marriage already?

Oh, dear mighty god, won’t you give him a vision of your love for him? (lol, get it? You kinda need to know a small fact about his lore to understand)

Money man is very cash money for us :D ❤️

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natsuki-bakery · 9 months

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˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ Diona agere board ! ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳

•Sfw interactions only | read my dni ! •Don't repost and claim as yours ! Reblogs are okay but not reposts !

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megane-ga-niau · 5 months

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I bet Lyney and Lynette hang out separately together all the time. Neither of them really want to be away from the other, but they don't have a joint activity they want to do together, so instead they just sit in the same room, knowing the other is there and available.

They include Freminet in their quiet afternoons as well.

Often, you'll find the three of them in the same room, Lyney playing with cards in one corner, Freminet reading a book in another, and Lynette drinking tea by the window. Sometimes they'll talk, but more often they're just there. Not really together, but definitely not apart.

#Genshin Impact #Genshin Impact Headcanons #GI Headcanons #House of Hearth #House of Hearth Siblings #Fontaine Siblings #Lyney and Lynette #Lyney #Lynette #Freminet #GI Lyney #GI Lynette #GI Freminet #Genshin Lyney #Genshin Lynette #Genshin Freminet #Fontaine Trio

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lyxzeun · 2 years

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— dot, dot, dot… dottore?!

;; the-the-the… THE GRINCH.👹 (dating headcanons w dottore)

dottore honestly doesn’t care if you don’t know anything about alchemy. you’re still going to be his assistant. he has clones, so he’s not really expecting you to give him stuff about alchemy. he just has you there to give him some empty bottles, sweep up the floors with the dust from the recent failed experiment, give him some ancient scrolls and books, that’s all.

his clones are (probably) gonna be the death of you. you may think he’s working on another crazy experiment, but he’s actually watching you spend time with his clones.. dottore hates it so much when you cuddle up to his clones but not him, he could remove their existence right then and there!… well, it’s his fault anyways.. whenever he’s busy and you want attention, he’s saying “i have several clones over there. why not spend time with them?” so you do. then, when he’s done, he now wants your attention, so normally he heads to a closed space in his lab where there’s a fireplace and some chairs, then this man sees you sleeping on the clones shoulder. he definitely calls the clone and snatches you away.

after that situation, dottore’s clinging to you all day. and then you tease him, your like “hey, babe don’t you have any work to do?” silence fills the room with awkwardness before he answers, “the tsaritsa doesn’t need them right away. i just wanna spend time with my dearest for now. isn’t that too bad?” he gives you a small pout while you scoff and roll your eyes playfully.

i personally think that his love language is acts of service. he’d do simple and small things such as giving you a blanket, adding in another warm pillow to your bed, be your chiropractor (…bone cracker dottore…) he would also massage your shoulders and stuff but like… he’s shy about it. especially when you say stuff like “babe take off your gloves… i wanna feel your warm hands..”— dottore is in a daze. you love it so much when he’s blushing, because he seldom blushes. first person to ever get him blushing is… reader!!!

for cuddling, he’s in the middle. he could be the small spoon or the big spoon, he doesn’t care. he just wants to feel your body pressed against him as he sleeps. when he’s the small spoon, he’ll snuggle closer to your neck or chest and wrap his arms around you tightly. he often snuggles closer to your chest to hear the calming thumps of your heartbeat. when dottore is the big spoon, his arms and legs are wrapped around your own, locking you in place. he likes to nuzzle onto your nape and kiss it softly with his cold lips. he also presses his lips onto your nape while sleeping, and you could still feel dottore’s small teasing, fond smile pressed against your nape.

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excarow · 7 months

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You know those voice options in genshin where it's just a sentence split in two? So it's just an illusion of us having a choice?

I like to think that it's because of the fact the travelers finish each other sentences when together, so we only get them speaking half a sentence alone.

Why?

A: idk it fixes a annoying option hoyo added

B: it's cute that the twins are close enough to finish each others thoughts

But most importantly

C: it'd be fucking hilarious to think of either Aether and Lumine starting a thought and trailing off waiting for someone to finish it, or just pausing for a long ass time then saying the end half of a sentence

#aether #lumine #genshin #genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #aether genshin impact #genshin headcanons #gi headcanons #it's funnier if nwother of them are aware of this habit #and you just have a really long awkward pause where the travelr is waiting to say something

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zomaeliet · 2 years

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Grabbing his shirt and pulling him to your eye level, seeing his pretty eyelashes flutter in confusion before his eyes go wide in realization. Your lips a hair's-width away from brushing against his own as his eyes become half lidded, but just as he made the move to kiss you, you move your head to the side and whisper in his ear, "You're so cute."

He didn't talk to you for thirty minutes as he sat down to recover from embarrassment.

For characters like: Izuku Midoriya, Hinata Shoyo, Aether, Tamaki Amajiki, and Tobio Kageyama

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goteique · 2 years

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GENSHIN IMPACT

■ — n.sfw ■ — dc ■ — sfw ■ — suggestive

— ⟨✧⟩ ＯＮＥＳＨＯＴＳ

if only I could; kaveh.

in my head; kaveh

honey d(r)ips; al-haitham.

inked secrets; kaeya alberich.

over the moon ; kaeya alberich.

— ⟨✧⟩ＨＥＡＤＣＡＮＯＮＳ

lost in paradise. ft. Diluc, Kaeya, Itto,Childe, Zhongli,Ayato,Albedo,Thoma

our little secret. ft. al-haitham, cyno,tighnari, dottore.

never enough ft. Al-haitham, Kaveh.

like u ft. Kaeya, Cyno, Tighnari, Al-haitham, Kaveh

— ⟨✧⟩ＤＲＡＢＢＬＥＳ

drowning ; pierro

sinfully devoted ; thoma

midnight snacks : kaveh

little mistake ; baizhu

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miwakags · 1 year

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al haithams thoughts (probably)

he can do anything half decently. he’s just like ‘it’s probably possible’ and then attempts it. and if he fails then he keeps attempting it

there’s like , very little point in lying to kids. there’s censoring for age appropriateness sure but he’s not going to be like ‘babies come from [insert children’s story]’. if they ask an honest question he will give an honest but age appropriate answer

the language of academia is exclusionary and it’s functionality lies in its exclusivity. he really only uses it when he has to perform in academia but otherwise will code switch to not talk like that

he tries really hard to not be pretentious. he doesn’t really want to be but he’s aware he can be a little bit that way sometimes. it comes with the job and also the confidence

kaveh once bit into an orange whole (w/o peeling it) just to see al haithams reaction. his instinct was to shove him off the port osmos docks and walk away. heathens get rights except when it’s kaveh

he has very specific taste in design. practical. functional. lots of storage. lots of natural light. light wood walls and a dark wood desk. he believes in setting up a good, clean space — even if he’s never in his office

he knows his dick is big. he doesn’t like, always say so bc it can sound weird. but he’s comfortably aware of his dick size

literally most things could be a letter instead of a meeting. he will just not go to meetings he considers a waste of time and drop off a notice to just send him the notes, he’ll follow up if he has questions

the consequences of your own actions is Real and if you don’t want consequences then you have to deal with the thing bothering you. this is to say al haitham is pretty direct. it’s what makes him competent, efficient and solution oriented

his CV is excellent. he volunteers with children in his free time and sets up educational programs through the university. his research is well written and specifically targeted. his theoretical work is unmatched in eloquence and genius. it’s a bit terrifying

he’s good with kids! not really surprisingly. he’s just honest with them and can carry them on his shoulders and is also unafraid to change babies diapers

#al haitham headcanons #yeah #idk where this came from rlly #i’ll probably do kaveh ones bc i like kaveh lmao #thwhre such academic bitches to each other it’s so fucking funny #gi headcanons #i was gonna write like comfort hcs w al haitham bc im stressed and overwhelmed #but it turned into like #general thoughts ab him lmaoo #i kinda imagine him like #kinda similar to lan wangji #pre uhh . the . the scene where that person dies. (saying this to not spoil lmao)#so this is what u get

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gravessyard · 1 year

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Forgotten

Notes from the crypt: Happy birthday Sucrose! And happy birthday to me as well! I love Sucrose so much, she's adorable and I'm pleased to share a birthday with her, so as a gift to both her and all of you, a piece! I'm slowly switching from team Childe to team Ayato but listen, Childe will always be my first triple crown, I'm just slowly collecting pretty boys like pokemon lmao I hope you enjoy!

Tags: GN!Reader, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, headcanons

• You loved Childe, you really did, but there comes a point where the weight of carrying a relationship by yourself becomes exhausting. Its exactly whats been going on with you and the Harbinger in the recent months of your dwindling love.

• In the beginning he was very attentive, taking time out of his day to see you or would even send letters when he was away from Liyue, but he still made you feel loved, he made you feel complete. It was a strong relationship, as strong as his passion for being out on the battlefield, until that passion began to far surpass your expectations and the letters along with his presence began to grow scarce.

• The moment you saw him after he disappeared for 8 months — you were thrown into an argument. You tried speaking with him amicably, express how much you had missed him, how worried you had grown when he didn't respond to your letters or even give you a sign that he was still alive, still breathing, yet he was quick to bare his fangs. "My mission comes first, [name], you know that", he'd say, annoyance laced in his tone that only drives the blade deeper into your already aching heart. "But 8 months, Ajax? You could have at least sent a letter!", you were exasperated, tired beyond belief and he still chose to brush you aside. "Well, I'm here now, can we please drop it".

• Childe developed a habit of ignoring these kinds of issues, he'd instead give you gifts or leave you with too much mora in hopes that you'd just get over it, but the material goods weren't enough to fill the growing void in your heart, they weren't warm enough to hold you through the cold nights you spent without him. Like clockwork, he presents you with tickets to the next boat to Inazuma, with a smile far too bright to be genuine and plans of sightseeing and souvenir shopping for you and his family. While you knew he was trying to sweep the argument under the rug, you were desperate for even a few minutes with him so you agreed and packed your bags.

• The boat ride to the nation of eternity was like a dream, you never left Childe's arms as he detailed you stories of his journey, catching you up on how his family is doing and even telling you the places he wanted to show you when you arrive in Inazuma. For those few hours you truly felt happy, so the tears were justified when the boat arrived in Ritou and your boyfriend was promptly whisked away by a group of Fatuus that were waiting for his arrival; details of a very last minute mission barely leaving their lips while you're left by yourself. Feeling your heart shatter with every step he took away from you, you shed your grief on the pier before deciding no longer will you lament for a man who cant even find time for you anymore.

• Once your documents were approved you made the journey to Inazuma City by yourself, head held high despite your red waterline from crying. You were able to at least enjoy the scenery, the setting sun made the falling sakura petals look ethereal, and the city made you even more awestruck with its atmosphere and lighting. Finding the hotel quickly, you paid for a room and got settled in before heading back out for some food, the scents that surrounded you when you arrived were mouth watering, so after washing your face to calm your skin you rushed back out to look around the selections of food stalls and restaurants. It all looked and smell good but with your lack of knowledge of what was what, you decided to just pick a stall and hope whatever they sold was good (you'd later find out everything was good, like really good).

• Tomoki was the gentleman manning the stall and you learned that he only sold one thing: dango milk. You also learned that its not exactly a common treat in the nation, but he's working on trying to gain more attention to it, he's pleased when you place an order for a bottle, rummaging through your pockets for your mora pouch before you freeze. Did you leave your pouch in your hotel room? Patting yourself a second time, you confirm that you definitely forgot to bring money with you in your rush and stammer over your words. Sensing your distress, Tomoki was prepared to just give you the milk free of charge before a gloved hand extends his way, the way the vendor freezes up in shock has you following his line of sight to take in the looming figure beside you. You don't recognize the man, but he must be a figure of authority with how the vendor is stuttering over his words, bowing sharply and holding both hands out to accept the few coins of mora that was dropped into his palms. "L-Lord Kamisato! It's rare to see you out so late my lord, wh-what an honor that you've decided to visit my humble shop!", the vendor practically beams as he straightens up and offers two bottles of dango milk to the man.

• "Think nothing of it, Tomoki. I was simply out on a stroll and had a craving, looks like I got here just in time", the man takes the two bottles before he turns to you, offering you one with a stunning smile. You stare dumbly at him, mesmerized by his lilac eyes and the cute mole beside his lower lip. You notice a few seconds too late that he was offering you dango milk, your finger pointing at the item in question and then back at yourself in a silent ponder that he chuckles deeply at and nods. Oh, that's a dangerous chuckle, it takes everything in you to fight against the blush that's threatening to bloom across your cheeks as you take the bottle from him. You definitely feel the tips of your ears grow hot at how he brushed his fingers against yours, even with gloves on you could feel his warmth in the chilly night. "Thank you... My lord", you clear your throat, awkwardly bowing before him and missing the way his eyes darken in amusement. His expression is welcoming when you straighten, and he coaxes you to walk with him. Its silent at first, he's sipping from his drink and you take the chance to take an experimental sip of yours, intrigued by the sweetness and the texture. "Kamisato Ayato, pleasure to make your acquaintance. Judging from your attire, you must not be from Inazuma, is this your first time visiting the nation?", Ayato asks softly while he leads you away from the bustling night life.

• His question makes your heart hurt, remembering that you're supposed to be enjoying this moment with a certain redhead, but instead he's who knows where. "Oh, I'm [name], and yeah... I'm supposed to be on vacation with my boyfriend but uh, as you can see he's not with me", you sigh, swallowing the lump thats forming in your throat while you follow Ayato to what appears to be a teahouse. He's silent, leading you to a table that was outside and ushering you to sit while turning to the woman who was stationed outside and asked her to prepare some tea, "for my guest and I". She bows, turning sharply and entering the teahouse while Ayato takes a seat across from you, the aura of power he was just exuding morphing into one of friendliness. The smile he gives you is soft, there's a glint of understanding in his gaze that makes you wanna just pour out all your sorrows to this man, but you refrain from saying anymore to someone you just met. Hell, you don't even know if you should have followed him, but with the way the vendor reacted you had a hunch that he was someone important, so you're probably in safe hands.

• "My sincerest apologies for your unfortunate situation, no one deserves to be treated as an afterthought", you feel tears well up in your eyes, you never got an apology from Childe, so to hear one from the man sitting across from you was almost hard to hear. He said it so casually, so easily and yet Childe struggled so hard to even form an "im sorry". Shock flashes through Ayato's handsome features when you hiccup a sob, and then a flurry of apologies as you try to compose yourself, fanning your face with your hands and blinking away the tears that are streaming down your face. "Fuck, im sorry — hold on give me a minute", you're chuckling along with your whimpers but the dam continues to break when Ayato moves to your side and rubs a gloved hand along your back. "Would you like a hug?", he whispers to you, waiting until he got your consent before he's bringing you into his arms, his embrace is warm, its comforting and its enough to bring you to a sobbing mess, crying into his shoulder and clinging onto him as if he were a lifeline, and in that moment he was one. He's rubbing your back with one hand and holding your head with the other, rocking you back and forth until your sobs turn into sniffles and then into silence that are broken by the occasional deep sigh. You're the one that pulls away, apologizing profusely for leaving a wet spot on his shoulder that he brushes off and reaching towards the table to pick up a cup of tea that you didnt even notice was there — oh god that meant the woman from before witnessed your breakdown.

• You take the tea he offers you — lukewarm green tea, and he guides you into a conversation about yourselves. Nothing says bonding like crying on a stranger's shoulder and then asking about their favorite food. You're secretly horrified to learn that you cried on the shoulder of the Yashiro Commissioner, and briefly wonder if you'll be jailed for soiling his pristine suit, but he reassures you that its not a crime to feel human emotion and his retainer will make sure not a stain is left behind. Time seems to flow quickly with Ayato, conversation comes easy with him, it barely felt like an hour before the table is being approached by a panting blonde claiming that its past midnight and the Kamisato Estate is growing worried of Ayato's lack of presence. "Oh? That time already?", even Ayato is surprised by how late you two conversed, yet he still insisted on walking you back to your hotel. Thoma is the name of the man who ran to fetch his master, and he's pleased to know that Ayato made a new friend with you, he reminds you of a puppy if you had to be honest. He stands a few feet away while Ayato walks you to the entrance of the hotel. "I enjoyed this time with you, [name]. If you're free tomorrow, I'd love to give you a proper tour of Inazuma", he brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles that sets your cheeks ablaze, and you agree a second later. Sleep doesnt come easy to you, your mind alight with previous conversation and the kiss you can still feel on your skin.

• Your heart was fluttering in your chest when you hear knocks at your door the next morning. Assuming it was Ayato you double check yourself in the mirror before hurrying to open the door, your bright smile falling when you see Childe on the other side, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and bandages adorning his face. He looks sheepish, guilty almost and you would have fallen for his kicked puppy look if you weren't left behind at the pier the day prior. "Hey! I see you got a hotel, thats good, I picked these up on the way —" "I'm breaking up with you, Childe". You're just as surprised as he was at your outburst, you weren't even thinking, you just said it, yet the sentence felt liberating. "Wh... What? Baby, thats not funny —" "you made your intentions clear when you continue to choose your missions over me. You left me behind too many times and now... Now I'm the one leaving you", you're trembling, tears lining your waterline, staring down Childe as he tries to stammer through explanations — excuses — before you're both interrupted by Ayato clearing his throat. "I believe they have made themselves clear, Harbinger. I suggest making yourself and your agents scarce before I send in a tip to the Raiden Shogun", his tone is laced with clear malice, you can practically feel the condensation in the air from the tension rolling off the two hydro allogenes. Childe looks between the commissioner and you, dots connecting in his head and his face begins to contort into anger, your vision is swiftly blocked by a broad back as Ayato takes your place in looking down at Childe in a silent contest of dominance. You press closer against his back, heart pounding against your chest so hard you were sure he could feel it and then you hear the retreating sounds of Childe's boots. Looking over, you see him toss the bouquet into a trash bin before going through the door, hopefully for the last time.

• "Are you hurt?", Ayato's whisper reaches your ears and you look to see he had turned around and was holding your hands in his, concern etched all over his features. He'll get wrinkles if he keeps that up. "I-I'm better now that you're here", you smile at him, unaware the power your smile holds over him. He had fallen for you the moment he laid eyes on you yesterday, and now that he has you in his life, he's sure to never let you go. As promised, he gave you a grand tour of Inazuma, showing you sights that many were often prohibited of witnessing and filling you to the brim with samples of the food, he'd commit your expressions to memory, even the ones that didnt seem to enjoy a dish, he'd laugh at the way your nose scrunches up if something was too sour or not what you expected it to taste like. The day was better than you imagined, your grieving heart slowly being mended by Ayato's delicate touch, he kept you entertained well into the night, where he took you to a special location to witness some fireworks. Sure, Yoimiya was testing out some new products but she was all for giving a private viewing to the commissioner and his special friend, hands tightly encased and your head leaning against his shoulder as you watched the dazzling colors and fun images some of the inazuman children wanted to bring to life.

• Similar to the circle of life, all good things must come to an end. Your vacation was meant to be for a few days, and Ayato doesn't know what to do with the tight feeling in his chest, in just a few hours he'd have to let you go, even when he offered you a permanent residence with him, you were adamant that you needed to return to Liyue, you needed time for yourself. He was glued to your side the entire time, buying anything you gandered at for a second too long and insisting you take it, "as a souvenir of course", your poor bag was barely able to close with how much he bought you. "You'll get wrinkles if you frown like that, my lord", you snicker in front of him on the pier, one of your hands pulling from his grip to gently massage the muscle between his brows, yet he only pouts further, pulling you into his arms to press his face against the crook of your neck. "Don't call me that, I only want you addressing me as Ayato", he mumbles against your skin, the vibrations tickling you and making you giggle. His heart drops at the sound of the boat's horn, a signal for final boarding for all passengers and he contemplates how upset you'd be if he just held onto you and never let you board. A gentle call of his name has him pulling away, bringing your hands up so he can pepper kisses against them. "How about I leave you with something, hm? That way, I can return for it", you smile at his questioning expression, hands cupping his face before you lean forward to press your lips against his, the kiss gentle and fleeting. He's chasing after your lips when you pull away, you both falling into a giggling fit with cheeks tinted. "Oh? Ill keep it safe for your return, my dear", he smirks, heart full of love as he presses a final kiss to your cheek and lets you go, watching you board the boat and staying in the same spot until it was long out of his view.

• He's pleased to see a letter sitting on top of his pile of paperwork a month after your departure, your name neatly written across the envelope. His hands tremble slightly as he opens it, heart pounding in his chest as he reads the words carefully, face splitting into a cheek-aching grin when he reads that you'll be returning to Inazuma in a month's time, this time permanently.

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kaeyachi · 1 year

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(1 post before i go back to work)

Based off of people in Mondstat (as the alcoholic nation of teyvat lmao), but here's a cute(?) HC

Cryo users being able to handle alcohol better because they run colder than most people (kaeya, rosaria, eula) while pyro users have a hard time or get drunk easily because theyre already pretty warm from the start (diluc, maybe amber? idk how much she drank to get drunk so early in jean's surprise party)

#genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya alberich #rosaria #eula #eula lawrence #amber #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin headcanons #gi headcanons #mondstat

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blueparadis · 1 year

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❝ NEVER ENOUGH ❞ + ( al-haitham, kaveh )

+. CWs —» f!reader, overstimulation, oral acts, sensory deprivation, cockwarming, unprotected, use of pet-names.

+. PRECIS —» your attempt for a ‘quickie’ fails terribly.

+. NOTES —» al-haitham was in my drafts for quite sometime, I just added KAVEH. Enjoy:>> tap here to browse through my works.

Al-haitham sets the book aside the moment you sit on his lap, hands palming his face to pull him into a kiss before he starts to decline your advances. Surprisingly, there is no resistance today. He has been noticing you lurking in his vicinity for a while now. Now that Kaveh is gone, he can relax his mind. What better way could be there than to have you in his arms and cuddle till he thinks that is enough?

A moan escapes your lips as he unlatches his lips from yours pulling you closer to his body. “Not here . . .”, you whisper feeling his hands slip underneath your dress searching for something, for the hem of your panty deliberately averting your denial. “But...”, Al-haitham bites your ears murmuring, irregular breathing, filled with low grunts, “you. . . started it, baby. . .”

Your breath hitches as his fingers clamp around your waistline. His eyes dilated with surprise. “and how amusing it is that I've got less work to do.”, he muses releasing a sigh, feeling the warmth of your bare cunt as you incline towards him. You tore your gaze away feeling embarrassed since you did not anticipate this. You did not think he would be so willing, so easy, and quick to melt. Maybe he missed you, maybe he missed you more than you missed him.

When you start to drag your body across his thigh, his breath hitches, “s-shit” he rasps. Being your face nestled in the nook of his shoulders, mindlessly grinding on him, your arousal sedimenting on his thigh makes his grip on your hips grow stronger. Your soft moans and palms grasping his broad shoulders don’t make him think straight, making the tightness in his pants unbearable. You whimper at how close you are.

“you’re something else, I swear” al-haitham pants, sliding his book away gripping your waistline firmly he lays you on the table.

“Wha-t’re you— ohhh. fuck.” your jaw drops at the sight. He was stroking his cock roughly. Your feeble protests tremble in your throat, eyes squeezed shut and desperately trying to keep your voice down as he nudges the crown of his cock against your entrance, rubbing up and down, soaking it with your slick.

“St-op te’asing me”, you snicker at him earning his stern gaze. “As.you.wish”, and at every fall of his word he taps the dick-head on your cunt. You try to sit upright but he pushes you down. He quickly scans your features, flushed cheeks, hard nipples: perfect. He thinks you look perfect, perfectly beautiful. Sliding his cock in a single thrust, he watches you wince at the pain.

You arch like a cat, hands curling into fists, vision blurring and he has not even started moving. Al-haitham feels guilty as you try to get used to him, taking his cock all at once. “Does it hurt that badly?”, he enquires carefully making you sit on his lap again. You give him a nod. “Well, then how about you sit pretty like that and I read my book, yea?”.

Al-haitham kisses your temple as you blurt out, “What if anyone comes in?”, he tucks your hair strands behind your ear lobes thinking how naive you are. “Well, we’ll see.” Thanks to Kaveh and his habit of being riled up about al-haitham which makes most people aware that it would not be wise to visit him now.

Kaveh sure likes to tease, fingers ghosting over your belly button, playing with the hem of your panty, and almost letting his fingers slip into it. But today it is different, his fingers are already knuckled deep inside you, soaking your panty with your slick for the third time yet denying you the orgasm, every damn time.

“feels good angel?” he asks, knowing that you are too lost in pleasure to answer. He has your stomach facing the wall, your head rested on his firm chest having his lips graze your ear so that he could be as quiet as possible yet you could hear his every single word, wide as a day.

Kaveh loves to pull your orgasm to the surface, your lips parting with small puffs of whines and whimpers, being so close to your orgasmic high and lost in bliss before he pulls away, smiling when you cry at the loss of orgasm. It is your fault to interrupt him while working. It is your fault when you said you would be quick but made him cancel his next meeting.

It is your fault that he has stopped you from blowing him to teach you a lesson. “shh, don’t be like that” Kaveh cups your cunt with his palm, “don’t I always make you cum?” he chimes, while all you could do is take whatever he gives, however, he deemed fit. He is back on your bundles of aching nerves, rolling his fingers.

Kaveh rubs his cock against your back, aligining with your entrance, grinding the length—moans erupting from his chest as he utters being in haze, “you make me go crazy, ya’know that ? ” your body starts to ache, thinking of the waves of pleasure to wash over your senses yet masked with the feeling of being deprived of it again.

He is trying to keep his focus all on you, slim slick fingers rubbing again on your clit, sometimes pinching your bud but his cock keeps sporadically pulsating. Your dripping arousal saturating his cock causing his pleasure to rise. He holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, fighting back the urge to push his cock inside of you. You could feel his warm cock grazing your thighs. The feeling almost makes you go dizzy and you try to rock your hips upwards.

“ Oh fuck!—s-shit” Kaveh feels your hips buck up against his hand as he tries not to give in to the approaching orgasm, just not yet. Your head hits his shoulder as you catch up with your breathing while Kaveh quietly blows his load, dripping on the floor, and some of it coating your inner thighs.

You turn around pulling him into a kiss not having him contemplate the situation because he is gonna remember that you lasted longer than he ever could, which would not give you the upper hand. He hums giving in to your kiss while his hand instinctively flies back to your aid, to your begging pussy making you let out a throaty chuckle.

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