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sweetsinnerangel · 2 years

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= •𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄

Hate fucking, rival!reader, former archon!reader, eating out, exhibitionism.

Both of you morax always been a rivaly on each other almost like cat and dog when they met. Randomly fighting with each other almost destory the nation at the point others archons have to stop both of your 'pointless' battle. He still remembers it, the way you attack him out of nowhere everytime you sees him and him can sense you from afar.

"One day, we will find eachother and I make sure I will fucking end you like in a last rott pit of hell."

yup. He still remembers it. Hows the table turns? You didnt expect to reunion with him all of sudden and now...your back is now lying on the ground in the forest where anyone past by could hear you with him spreading apart your thighs with his hands licking you off with his dragon tougue around nub clit.

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 '𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄' 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐘?" he said while his golden brown colored eyes glaring at you with full of twisted of lust. "Well, look at the God who is crying over some pathetic promise-GAH!" his actions cutting you off as he starts to pushing his tongue deeper inside you.

You raise your hips to make his tongue goes deeper inside gripping his brown tipsy golden hair tight closing his head with your thighs. He grab both of them separate them even further and lift them up your chest "𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄, 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄" his eyes are glaring at you and you glare at him back.

You about to kick him but he manage to to grab your ankle and grip them continue to sucking your pussy harshly you didnt realises a drop of the exhausting tear fall from your eyes your mind is nothing besides then thinking his tongue only. He finally let go his tongue with full of your wet drips "𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓...𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓". He flip your back and your chest is now pressing the ground he didnt even warns you and harshly enters three fingers inside of you pulling your hair as he whisper towards your ears with his gentle voice.

"𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄".

#angel_.'s 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #morax x reader #morax #morax smut #yandere morax #yandere zhongli #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #yandere zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader smut #oneshot #smut

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fufuheheii · 4 months

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Cyno x Adventurer!F!Reader

Very short! Encounter request between Cyno and an Adventurer♡

♡ You trudge through the sand, your shoes already filled with it as you attempt to walk across the desert. The map in your hand is already soaking wet with your sweaty hands and you struggle to hold the compass in your other hand.

♡ Just a few days ago you received a commission to deliver an item to some guy living in the desert. It pays hefty money, and you need the extra mora to at least get some decent food for your future adventuring days.

♡ It happens often that scholars would run off into the desert in hopes of not getting found by the matra. With so much sand, there’s no way to track someone with so much sand and wind covering their tracks.

♡ However, for the general mahamantra the sand is his domain.

♡ “N-no!” the scholar screams before getting slammed against the sand floor. “Oof!”

♡ He shrieks when the tip of the General Mahamatra’s weapon points right at his face, and at the very end of course, stands the mahamantra himself. He glares down at the man, his piercing red eyes inspecting every belonging and seeing none of which is stolen from the library. “Where is it?”

♡I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-,” he stops when the edge of the weapon touches his neck. “I-it’s with an adventurer! I c-commissioned them. S-she has the knowledge capsule!”

♡You sent an adventurer to do your job?” Cyno almost laughs, but in the eyes of the scholar it looks like the demon smirking. “How pathetic. Where is she now?”

♡ “I h-have no idea,” he hiccups. Cyno narrows his eyes before looking out into the desert. If it’s an adventurer, no doubt they’ll be lost by now. There have been a number of them coming into the desert with no idea on how to navigate through it.

♡ He turns back to the scholar. “When did she leave?”

♡ You finally reach your destination. Just up ahead is a small oasis, and a number of people native of the desert sitting around. You look back at your map and frown at the mess it has become. “It’s fine, I’m sure they have an extra map for me to use,” you reassure yourself under your breath as you head over to the oasis. “They look friendly enough…right? Wait, they’re looking super alarmed right now…uh, hi! I’m here to deliver something!”

♡ Cyno hurries through the sand, sprinting at the speed of a cat in danger. After learning where the scholar sent the woman to, he realizes that’s the area where bandits regularly hang out together. Damn it all, to think the damn scholar would go as far as to send an innocent civilian into the hands of bandits…there’s no way she’ll get out of it alive.

♡ He sees his destination up front, and his eyes that were once glaring into the heat, widen at the sight before him. The bandits run past him, screaming about a crazy lunatic. But he doesn’t mind them. Archons no, the person before him is truly too beautiful to look away from. Her frizzy hair from the intense heat, her arms flailing around, and most importantly, her shiny six pack that shines in the sweat under the sun makes his heart go doki doki as he watches the marvelous sight before him. Never has he seen a woman possess so much strength, so much willpower. With the exception of the Traveler of course, but this woman is different. For her body looks firm, healthy, and her birthing hips are just right. Something awakens in him, something is making him want to tell a joke to her. He holds the left of his chest, his face reddening.

♡ Is this love? ♡

♡”This woman is crazy!” one of the female bandits screams before getting smashed in the head by a barrel. Another barrel is thrown at the escaping bandits by the one and only adventurer who is sweating buckets. Your clothes are half torn from getting into a small fight with the bandits for supposedly roughing you up too much. Your face is full of sand, your lips so chapped from the intense heat that it's bleeding down your chin. You pant as you watch all the bandits run away, all bruised or injured.

♡ Thank you mom for forcing me to take self defense classes. As you’re getting ready to jump into the small pond of water, you notice a figure heading your way.

♡ Is your eyes playing games with you, or is that a dog with a human body? As the thing gets closer and closer you see it is a boy around your age, his eyes wide and sparkling and cheeks red as you look at you with so much awe.

♡U-uh, you’re not a bandit are you?” your voice cracks from the lack of water for hours. He blinks before shaking his head.

♡“I am Cyno, and I have a thousand jokes to tell you.”

It’s been so long since I played Genshin Impact I had to actually search things up to refresh my memory (;_;) Hopefully ya’ll enjoy this, and thanks to the anon who sent the request!

#genshin impact #cynoxreader #genshin shorts #genshin imagines #genshin female reader #cyno x you

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flutteringfable · 3 months

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while its thematically fitting to give nagito a pyro vision in a genshin au (because. The Incidents.), i think he would probably have an anemo or an electro vision. ei and venti are fist fighting each other to give this pathetic wet cat of a man elemental powers because hes just like them fr. he still gets a polearm as a weapon tho

(yes i know archons dont give out visions but the imagery is funny)

#fable talks 💫

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die-immernachtreich · 2 years

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more parallels… this time its itto/sara ( QUEERPLATONIC !! I DONT SHIP THEM )

kujou sara

i rmbr watching this video essay about her n SHES SO TRAGIC AAAA #burntoutgiftedkid /j /j /j link

anyway brain full, sara/itto parallels

yknow how at first it seems like her whole deal is being devoted to the electro archon… to the point of unhealthiness . oooo she’s so pathetic wet cat I wanna squish her /pos. itto is like. dedication to being devoted to no authority figure…words hard. like he wants his morals to be HIS OWN. and decided by nobody n nothing else. no laws, no gods, nothing. aggh pokerman rivals. but despite this they don’t actually hate each other ??? itto wants sara to stay safe bc he needs a rematch. so does sara, to an extent.

AND LIKE… they’re views on family archonssss. sara poised to be the perfect general, training and training for her family’s “honour” but never actually being loved… itto have no family at all but still valuing his gang, the traveller SOSOSO MUCH. argh i need deworming

its a cute ship but i rlly like the idea of queerplatonic ittosara. haha codependency go brrr. maybe a fic about their relationship after the vision hunt decree is rescinded ?? haven’t played inazuma yet tho soooo

this is the result of researching lore + doing homework at the same time.

#laee rambles #kujou sara #arataki itto #i should b studying y am i thinking about women

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scarabbai · 3 years

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Adeptus Fragile! Handle with Care.

Rating: T

Relationships: Ganyu & Xiao | Alatus, Xiao | Alatus & Zhongli, Ganyu & Zhongli, etc.

Fic Summary:

Centuries have passed since the age of the Traveler and their companions, and the immortals of Teyvat—or what’s left of them—have moved on, living modern lives in modern times. The adepti of Liyue are no exception.

But when something rather unexpected happens, their modern life begins to get a little... too modern. One sunny morning, the great Conqueror of Demons, an accomplished senior in the ranks of the Adepti, wakes up and looks at the world with innocent eyes.

“Who am I?”

Archons, someone give poor Ganyu a break...

Chapter 1:

In which Xiao wakes up

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The first thought that comes to him when he wakes up is: Fuck, my head hurts.

The second one comes after, when he pulls the sheets tighter around himself and buries his face in his pillow with a groan: I don’t want to get up.

The third slams into him just as he’s about to fall back asleep: Wait, where am I?

He bolts upright in bed, shaking the sleep out of his eyes like a wet dog shaking out its fur. He regrets it when it only makes his headache worse, but the fact that he doesn’t recognize any of his surroundings when his eyes do a quick sweep of the room overshadows that.

Alright, this is fine. Everything is fine. Remain calm. Remain calm, uh...

The realization crashes down on him like a wave, leaving him cold and shivering.

He doesn’t even know his own name.

Okay. Okay, you know what? He can do this. He can work with this. First things first: get situated.

He makes a move to get out of bed, but with his legs tangled in the sheets, it ends with him taking a rather ungraceful tumble instead. His face burns with embarrassment when he lands on the floor with a thud, reduced to nothing more than a balled up heap of limbs. Frustrated, he kicks and struggles blindly, but it only gets him more jumbled up. He’s like a cat trying and failing to escape a blanket cocoon.

He huffs. Mortals and their needlessly irritating fabrics...

Wait, what? Where did that come from? He scrunches up his face in confusion, puzzled by his own thoughts.

Thankfully, he doesn’t need to think much more about it when he hears a knock at the door.

“Xiao,” calls a voice from outside the room, and his head snaps toward the sound. Shit, someone’s here. “Xiao, are you alright in there? I heard a loud noise.”

He doesn’t respond, not trusting his own ability to speak. What should he say? What should he do? And why is that voice, of all things, so familiar? It’s comforting, despite having no idea who it belongs to.

The knocking comes again, more insistent this time. “Xiao,” the voice repeats, firmer but concerned. “If you don’t say anything, I’m coming in!”

He struggles harder in response, but his awkward flailing gets him nowhere. He slumps in defeat. Apparently, this is his life. Whoever he is, bested by a very long and very tangled roll of cloth.

When the door opens, he freezes. A girl with light blue hair steps into the room. She has a gentle and earnest look to her despite the worry written all over her face, and...

Are those horns on her head?

There must be some kind of next level pathetic expression on his face because when she glances over and sees him looking the way he does on the floor, her first reaction isn’t laughter. Instead, she gasps in horror and rushes over, kneeling down and fretting over him in a way that makes him tense up and abandon the idea of wriggling free. He shrinks away and hides his face from her big, purple-pink-whatever colored eyes—they make him feel guilty, somehow.

“Xiao, what’s going on? What happened?” She reaches out but seems to rethink her decision, pulling her hand back before it can touch him. Is he poisonous or something? “It must be the karmic debt again... I’ll call Zhongli, he’ll know what to do.”

She’s back on her feet almost instantly, but before she can turn and leave, some unknown impulse—fear? Loneliness? Just the need for an explanation?—has him reaching out.

“Wait,” he pleads, and the sound of his own voice surprises him somehow. “Don’t go...”

The words stop her in her tracks. He can’t identify the emotion in her eyes when she slowly leans down again to take in his teary-eyed expression, but he thinks it might be uncertainty. Or suspicion? Maybe it’s just intense focus. He’s not sure what that something is, but he’s pretty sure now that he’s bad at reading people.

With that same look of scrutiny on her face, she cautiously reaches out and places a hand on his forehead. Her skin is cold to the touch, and he fights the urge to flinch away. He’s learning very quickly that he’s unused to physical contact.

Despite this, something inside him relaxes as the coolness spreads from his head to the rest of his body. She’s trustworthy, he decides. He may not know who she is or why her presence is so soothing, but he knows this.

Is she family? She feels like family. He does have a family, right?

A thoughtful—and somewhat displeased—hum breaks him out of his thoughts. Expression blank but eyes curious, he blinks up at her while she puts her hand to her chin and frowns at him. She seems troubled.

“Xiao–” She cuts herself off, worrying her lower lip in uncertainty. Dimly, he realizes she’s been referring to him by that the whole time—Xiao might be his name. “You’re... acting a bit strange this morning. And you came stumbling home last night, and you went to sleep when you never do, and...”

She sighs. Heavily. She sounds so distressed it makes him feel a bit sick in solidarity.

“I don’t mean to pry or overstep, but...” She pauses, unsure, and that inexplicable feeling of guilt returns to him in her brief silence. “Are you alright? I think there might be something wrong...” A look of alarm crosses her face, and she quickly backpedals. “Not with you, of course! I’m just saying...” She fidgets a little, but when she meets his eyes this time, her resolve seems stronger. “I’m just saying if you’ve gotten into any trouble, you can tell me. I’ll do my best to help, wherever I can. It’s the least I could do.”

He stares at her in response. She stares back, wilting a little.

Definitely family, he concludes. A doting older sister, perhaps.

Awkwardly, he realizes her silence means he should answer her somehow, but instead of replying with something intelligent or actually explaining himself, all his stupid mouth blurts is, “Good morning. Are you my big sister?”

He immediately wants to bury himself.

While she balks, caught off guard by his clearly uncharacteristic statement, he panics. More foolish nonsense spills out of his mouth, and between her confused spluttering and his inability to form proper words, their attempted conversation dissolves into an unrecognizable mess of half-formed sounds. It’s as if he isn’t used to speaking or hasn’t spoken in a long time, and this failed speech of his is making up for it.

In the end, none of what they attempted to say was actually comprehensible. He takes one look at the pure confusion—and maybe even a little horror, but he has a hard time telling—written all over her face and knows he has to try again. It appears he’s bad with words as well. Shame and frustration settle in his chest at this discovery.

The first thing he manages to come up with is, “Sorry.” He buries his face in the fabric wrapped around him, feeling small. “I don’t... know what’s happening,” he admits, and he hopes the note of fear in his voice is muffled. “I don’t remember anything. I don’t know who you are.” His eyes sting with tears. Suddenly, he feels pathetic. “I don’t even know who I am...”

Saying it out loud breaks something inside him—it all feels so much more real now, and he‘s so confused, so lost. What is he supposed to do? Who was he? Why did this happen? Frantic thoughts swell like rising water within him, and he sobs, drowning. He doesn’t know. He just doesn’t know.

The question that says it all falls from his lips like tears:

“Who am I?”

- - -

Oh, this is bad. This is really, really bad.

She doesn’t know what she expected from this morning, but it certainly wasn’t this. It certainly wasn’t waking up to find Xiao—whom she greatly respects—in... whatever state it is he’s in.

He had called her big sister. Her! The big sister! The sheer disbelief she felt at those words—if anything, Xiao is the senior. His rank in adeptal affairs is higher than hers despite their ages, and their interactions have always reflected this. And if that wasn’t jarring enough, what he revealed next sent her reeling.

No memories. None at all. Can you believe that? The Conqueror of Demons with sudden amnesia? What is this? What has her life come to?

She realizes, belatedly, that Xiao is crying. He’s crying right now in front of her when he had never once showed an ounce of vulnerability before her in the past, and the sight is shocking.

Well, no time to lose. She has to do something, even if she’s not sure what exactly it is she should do.

Swallowing down her nerves, she tries to sound as gentle and reassuring as possible when she shushes him and murmurs, soothingly, “It’ll be alright, Xiao, it’ll be alright... You’ll be okay.”

As she says this, she awkwardly reaches down and—the act kills her a little inside—pats Xiao lightly on the head. Despite his sobbing, he calms slightly. That alone is enough to make her nerves fade just a little, and she takes the opportunity to help him out of the blanket bundle he’s gotten himself into. With careful hands, she unwraps the sheets tangled around his body, peeling away layer after layer until he goes from sad spring roll to just Xiao.

As she pulls back to assess her handiwork, it really strikes her how... small Xiao is.

He hasn’t gotten any shorter or thinner, his facial features are unchanged, and overall he looks the same as he did yesterday, but the way he holds himself now makes all the difference. His emotions are out in the open as he wipes at his tears, his heart unburdened by memory, his eyes innocent. Without the millenniums of suffering and coldness that defined him, he feels so young.

He’s just a boy, she thinks as she pulls him into a hug. He resists at first but settles into the embrace soon after, resting his chin on her shoulder. Mindful of the way he shakes with quieting sniffles, she rubs little circles into his back. The action seems to soothe him.

Ganyu considers the situation. This is okay, actually. This is alright. Zhongli-dàrén will help her figure out what has happened to Xiao when they go to him, but she can handle this for now. She can manage this.

Responsibility is a self assigned fate that has always fit her like a glove, and this is just another to add to her list of duties. Surely it won’t be that hard to look after her new little brother?

“Your name is Xiao,” she begins, voice soft. “I’m Ganyu.”

She feels rather than sees the nod Xiao gives in response. It makes her smile as she pets his hair.

“And you’re right, Xiao-dìdì. I’m your big sister, and I’ll take care of you.”

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fic #genshin fanfic #genshin xiao #xiao genshin impact #genshin ganyu #ganyu genshin impact #my stuff #silly stuff this time uwu

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