Kaeya NSFW Alphabet

The Meaning of Tears

Pairing: Scaramouche X reader

Warnings: Comfort, reader struggles with anxiety

This is my first attempt at writing Scaramouche. I apologize if I fail to do this man justice.

Some days you would wake up feeling fine. Then others, like today, you’d wake up with a buzzing in your chest. You knew the bedroom like the back of your hand and yet, your eyes searched every nook and cranny, looking for something that shouldn’t be there. Nothing was found, yet the buzzing stayed.

The feeling followed you from the bed to the bathroom, lingering as you got ready for the day. It hung over your head like a cloud, filling the room with non-existent smoke. As you brushed through your hair, you had to crack the door open to avoid suffocating.

It followed you from home to work, and from work to home. With each hour it grew worse, and by the time the front door shut behind you, you felt as if you were going crazy. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, you uncurled your fingers from the doorknob and tried to focus on walking forward, placing one foot in front of the other. Right, then left. Right. Left.

It took a second to realize you were in the kitchen. Why the kitchen? Oh, right. It was time to start on dinner. What were you going to make again? Ah, yes, mixed yakisoba. Shaking your head in attempt to clear it, you opened the cookbook to the proper recipe and started gathering the ingredients and necessary tools. Just as you reached for the pan, a voice spoke inside your head.

‘Be careful you don’t mess it up.’

Your hand stopped inches from the pan’s handle, entire body freezing as the taunt soaked into your skin.

‘You’ve never cooked this before. What if Scara had a rough day? Do you really want to serve him something awful?’

You swallowed thickly, choosing to grab the pot instead. Miso soup sounded like a better idea.

Placing the pot on the stove, you filled it with vegetable broth and set the heat to the right temperature, moving on to the next step.

‘That’s too high!’

You blinked, glancing at the thermometer. It read low, the exact setting the stove should be on. You had this recipe memorized, but still, your gut was telling you that something was wrong. Any and all trust in yourself was gone as you frantically flipped through the cookbook, searching for the recipe. Just as you thought, it said low heat.

The inner voice continued to torment you, making you second guess every move you made. Too much of this, too little of that, by the time the soup had finished cooking you were too terrified to taste it.

‘It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad!’

A strangled sob forced its way out of your mouth, back hunching forward as you gripped the edge of the counter to stay upright. An invisible force was crushing your chest, making it difficult for your lungs to keep air inside. With each gasp for oxygen, your head grew fuzzier and fuzzier.

Suddenly, a hand gripped your arm. Before you could blink you were being turned around, a hand covering your mouth, fingers pinching your nose. In a panic you threw a fist, but the man caught it before the lunch could connect.

“Hold your breath.” Scaramouche said. “One. Two. Three.”

He released your nose, giving you the chance to take in a fresh breath before pinching it again. He repeated his process until your breathing evened out, and after the fifth cycle, when you were no longer hyperventilating, he backed away.

“Well?” Scara asked, arms crossing over his chest. “What happened?”

Despite his question, he didn’t sound interested in the slightest.

Too embarrassed to look at him, you turned your head to the side and wiped your soaked cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt. “It’s nothing.”

He scoffed. “So, you cry like that over nothing? How stupid do you think I am? Out with it.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek so hard you nearly broke the skin. “I-I’m just… anxious.”

“Over what?”

Your shoulders lifted into a shrug. “I… don’t know.”

Scara sighed deeply, the sound of it made you think he was looking down on you. “Sit down before you pass out.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as told and took a seat. Scara moved to the stove, grabbing a ladle to fill one of the bowls you set aside earlier. Once it was full, he placed a spoon inside and set it in front of you.

“Eat.” He commanded. His eyes narrowed when you hesitated. “What?”

Your hands started shaking in your lap. “It’s… it’s bad.”

Silently, Scara grabbed another spoon and dipped it into the pot. You froze as he stuck the spoon into his mouth, waiting with baited breath until he finished tasting. “It’s fine. Now, eat.”

‘It’s… fine? I didn’t mess up?’

Letting out a sigh of relief, you started eating. As he said, it tasted the way it normally did. Exactly the way it should have tasted. The more you ate the more relaxed your body became, and each time the bowl got low, Scara was stealing it away for a refill. Eventually, you had to stop him, otherwise your stomach would have exploded.

“Better?” He asked, arms crossed as he looked at you.

You nodded. “Better. Thank you.”

Scara’s purple eyes narrowed, like he didn’t believe you. With a huff, he got off the counter he was leaning against and grabbed your wrist, but wasn’t using any pressure. He didn’t say anything but you stood up anyway, allowing him to lead you over to the living room where a stack of documents sat on the tea table.

Scara settled onto one of the floor pillows and pulled you into his lap, adjusting your posture until you were sitting sideways, ear pressed against his chest. The veil of his hat acted as a barrier between you and the outside world.

“Don’t move too much or you’ll distract me.” He said, picking up the top document. “Am I clear?”

You nodded and let your weight completely fall against him. He didn’t seem to mind, and if he did, he didn’t say anything about it. You found his heartbeat rather quickly, the steady thump thump of the organ relaxing you further.

“Hey.” Scara’s voice was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. “Next time you feel this way. Send someone to find me.”

He didn’t say more, and you didn’t push for more. Scaramouche may not have comforted you the way someone more familiar with emotions would have, but he had his own way of setting you on track.

Alhaitham "The Scribe"

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Cyno "Judicator of Secrets"

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Tighnari "Verdant Strider"

Coming home after a long trip - fluff, hurt/comfort, gn! Reader, semi-graphic depictions of violence and injury

He bottoms for you - NSFW, MDNI, GN!Reader, bottom character

CW: how sub!characte bottom for you, head canons, the word ‘cock’ is mentioned(can be imagined as a strap) dom!reader, fingering, praise, gn!reader, pet names in use (both toward the reader AND character), light degradation

Featuring: Thoma, Zhongli, Gorou, Albedo, Xiao

Thoma

Guardian

Synopsis: Going out on a walk with Kazuha goes wrong.

Genre/warnings: Hurt/comfort, injury/burn mention, gn!reader, not proofread. (If there are anymore please comment below/send to my ask box)

Featuring: Kaedehara Kazuha

A/N: This was going to be out sooner, but I've been feeling really sick lately. Hope you guys enjoy! Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

Being with Kazuha was an easy, almost carefree lifestyle; traveling from place to place together, and exploring everything that the world had to offer. It was a dream come true for the both of you, two free spirits that remained unchained by the laws of the seven nations for the time being. You could almost hear Venti saying something along the lines of 'allow the wind to guide you on your journeys, and keep you safe as you travel away from your home.' Oddly enough, it was the wind that guided you, always leading you back to one person. Kaedehara Kazuha.

The air was cool, gentle breeze drifting through the canopies of the trees, carrying the whispers of the danger ahead to your boyfriend's ears, assisting him in figuring out what lurked around every corner. Large maple trees surrounded the two of you, leaves rustling as the breeze tried misplacing the leaves, only succeeding in knocking a few down at a time between delicate gusts. Stretching out your hand, you catch a scarlet leaf in your palm, holding it towards the sun to admire the captivating shade it currently holds. Oh, how you loved to walk amongst the extravagantly colored trees that reminded you endlessly of your beloved boyfriend.

It only takes a few seconds of observing before you drop the maple leaf, allowing it to fall back into the sea of red covering the surrounding area where you and Kazuha stand. 

"You're unusually quiet today, my dove. Is something on your mind?" Kazuha's soft voice breaks through the comfortable silence, pretty vermillion eyes meeting yours the second you turn to look at him. 

There may be a sea of red around you, but oh how those little vermillion pools draw you in like a moth to a flame, breath catching in your throat and smile curving up the edges of your lips into a loving smile. A chuckle breezes past your lips at the question your boyfriend asks, head shaking to confirm nothing was wrong as you tug the man close with a gentle hand. With your body pressed flushed together, Kazuha's hands come to rest on your waist, face burying in your neck as the two of you take a moment to just exist together. 

Two souls forever intertwined after finding each other by a mere chance of fate.

It isn't long before the moment of peaceful silence end, a booming laugh interrupting the two of you and drawing a startled gasp from you. Kazuha pulls away from you without a moment's hesitation, bandaged hand on the handle of his sword and ready to strike if needed. Standing in front of the two of you is none other than the Fatui, even on a 'deserted island' these horrid creatures still roam. This was going to be quite a fight for both of you.

A Cryogunner, Electro mage, and a Pyroslinger bracer are standing not too far away, smirks on their faces as they start to charge up their abilities, ready for a fight. All you can do is get one good look at Kazuha before he is launching himself up into the air, the force of the wind caused by his anemo vision, brings the Pyroslinger and Electro mage forward. You need to take out the Cryogunner by yourself.

"It's time for a flash freeze!" The Cryogunner's voice rings out as his shield activates, thank god you were an electro vision holder. Using an electro-infused sword, you take out his shield in record time, weaving and dodging through his attacks as you slice at his body with your sword. 

After the shield is broken, the Cryogunner becomes embarrassingly vulnerable to the sword blows and ends up crumpling to the ground in a matter of minutes. Now to help Kazuha. Your boyfriend is still facing off with the Pyroslinger Bracer while the Electro mage is nowhere in sight. Maybe he defeated her already. Wrong.

Just as that thought crosses your mind, a purple ring forms on the ground around Kazuha. No! Using your electro powers to launch you forward, your hands come in contact with the soft material of your boyfriend's clothing, shoving him out of the circle just as a large bolt of electro slams into you. Intense hot pain sears your body, your vision darkens and the scream you let out is drowned out by the loud ringing in your ears. All thought vanishes as your vision blacks out, body hitting the ground with a soft thud that leaves Kazuha's thoughts screaming as he finishes off the Fatui. 

Not again!

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It feels as if your body is on fire when you finally start coming to. Burning pain stretches from your right shoulder down to your fingertips and the sensation only intensifies as you shift slightly. You're not on the ground. Hell, you're not even outside anymore. You're lying on something soft, a mattress maybe? Instead of smelling the grass where you're sure you should be lying, a soft scent fills your nose. It's fragrant almost like flowers, but you can't tell what it is without opening your eyes to check visually. By the faint sound of the waves lapping somewhere nearby, you know exactly where you are; The Alcor.

With a soft groan escaping your lips, you crack your eyes open to see the wooden ceiling above your head, but no natural light was pouring into the room which meant it was no longer daylight outside. How long have you been out? A soft snore catches your attention from nearby, head moving to find the source when you see Kazuha sitting at the desk of your shared bedroom, head resting on his arms as he sleeps atop the no doubt uncomfortable wood. Oh no, for him to have fallen asleep like this you must have been out for a while. His hair is undone too, messy to signal he had been running his hands through it out of nervous habit when he was stressing about something.

"Kazu.." Your voice cracks under the syllable, throat dry as if you swallowed a handful of sand or cotton. You needed water if you were going to be able to say anything else to your beloved boyfriend.

As soon as Kazuha's name is croaked from your throat, he is sitting up almost instantly being the light sleeper he is, wide vermillion eyes scanning over your form for a few seconds. It takes a moment for his brain to register that you're awake, that you're trying to sit up in your shared bed. That you weren't going to die and leave him as Tomo had all that time ago. Silence hangs in the air for a few seconds, his owlish eyes blinking over at you before he is in motion, his movement fluid like the wind as he grabs you a glass of water sitting nearby.

Sitting up proves to be a whole new hassle on its own, the right side of your body burns, but with Kazuha's help, you adjust so you can drink the water he provided for you. Only now do you see the bandages covering your body, stretching from your shoulder to your fingertips and even around your torso. How badly do these wounds look under the pristine white bandages covering them?

Before you can dwell on that thought, your beloved boyfriend is moving closer to the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to delicately cup your cheek with his warm palm.  A shaky breath breezes past Kazuha's parted lips, and as you turn to look into his vermillion eyes, you can see the glimmer of unshed tears in them. What were you thinking, scaring him like that after you knew about Tomo?

"Oh, Kazu..." Your voice is soft, a mere whisper as you lean into the touch of his palm, reaching out to brush a stray strand of his ashy blonde hair from his face. 

The very moment your fingertips come into contact with his skin, the wandering samurai looks as if he is about to start crying on the spot. Who could blame him? He had nearly lost easily one of the most important things in his life! Reaching a trembling hand up, you cup Kazuha's cheek in return in an attempt to reassure him and let him know that you are still here with him. That is all it takes for him to break in front of you, face crumbling and lip trembling slightly as his tears finally begin streaking down his pale cheeks.

You can feel your chest tighten, heart breaking at the usually strong samurai crumpling in on himself so quickly. These tears were ones you had let out before, a mixture of fear and relief at the same time after going through something so rough without being able to cry. Carefully pulling Kazuha into the bed with you, he wastes no time in snuggling up to your uninjured side, face buried against the warmth of your bare torso.

At that moment you decide that being his guardian was worth it, yes, you got hurt in the process...but you'd do anything for the anemo vision holder. He was your boyfriend and someone you couldn't live without.

You were simply two souls forever intertwined after finding each other by a mere chance of fate. 

That's how it was meant to be.

Something of Mine

Pairing: Diluc X F!reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+ ONLY), strong language, soft, penetration

This was supposed to come out on Monday but @witch-hazels-musings is the sweetest person in the world so I’m posting this early for her ❤️

The wooden stairs creaked beneath Diluc’s boots as he climbed the flight between the second and third floor of Angel’s Share. Many often speculated what was behind the locked door, some claiming it was storage while others believed it to be a simple meeting room. In truth, the third floor was an apartment. A small, cozy apartment, but a place to call home when trips to the winery couldn’t be made.

Besides, with how hard the storm was coming down, it wasn’t safe to travel. Luckily, everyone in the bar was sober enough to take off while the rain was still light. An easy night it would be.

Diluc grabbed the handle of one final door and twisted it, pushing it open and stepping inside. The sharp squeak of the hinges gave away his arrival.

“Finished already?”

Archons, he loved that voice. “Yes. The storm hit early enough to-”

He stopped, words falling short as the breath was knocked from his lungs. You were standing at the counter, side turned to him and one knee bent as your weight rested on the other leg, stirring a spoon in a teacup with one hand, the other holding into the countertop. Your eyes were watching your movements, the sleeves of a large white shirt, his shirt, hanging loosely off your arms. The material ended at your mid-thigh, the buttons undone, revealing the black fabric covering your chest and butt. The skin of your legs were on full display, and as your gaze turned to him and body shifted to reveal your stomach, another breath was lost.

“Diluc?” You called, walking over to him. “Is something wrong?”

He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his eyes somewhere appropriate. “E-Everything’s fine.”

Your head titled, hair falling away to reveal soft, delicate skin that called his name. The subtle rise and fall of your breasts in time with your breathing didn’t escape his notice, making his mind race with images of how they looked when you were heaving beneath him.

Diluc cleared his throat and turned his head, forcing himself to look at the clock mounted on the wall. “What are you still doing up?”

A soft giggle escaped you. “It’s not that late. Besides, I wanted to wait up for you.” His heart started pounding as your hand slipped into his. “It’s not that often I get to actually go to bed with you.”

He knew what you meant, but in his mind, the activity taking place on the mattress wasn’t sleeping. He could hear it now: your whimpers, your cries of ecstasy, the way your hand would squeeze his as you went over the edge-

“Diluc?”

In one final attempt to keep his composure, he placed a hand on your cheek and pressed his thumb against your lips to silence you. “The way you say my name does something indescribable to me… It brings forth a hunger for you I’m trying my damn hardest to control.”

The cheek beneath his hand grew warm, a shy, lustful glimmer appearing in your eyes. He felt his own darken with desire, and when you bravely puckered your lips and kissed his thumb, he removed his figure and silenced you with his lips instead. The blissful sigh you let out fueled his internal fire, kisses becoming hungrier as he adjusted your head for a better, deeper angle.

Diluc didn’t drink alcohol but dear Barbatos, you had a natural ability to get him drunk all on your own.

“Diluc.” You whispered his name between kisses, hands roaming his chest, pulling at his clothes.

His arms wrapped around you, pressing you against him as he took multiple steps backwards, turning before easing your frame onto the bed in the corner. He pulled his mouth away, taking a moment to observe you. Lips plump and damp, eyes glazed over, hair sprawled across the sheets all while his shirt hid your body yet revealed you at the same time… you were ravishing.

A moan slipped past your lips as Diluc descended onto your chest, kissing a line from your throat to the valley between your breasts. Your chest was already heaving, the black lace of your bra stretching with the movement. Your spine arched as his hand slipped up our back, finding and unclasping the buckle that kept your skin hidden from him. Once the bra was out of the way, Diluc turned his attention to your breasts, lips latching onto one of the already hardened buds.

“Archons, Diluc.” You moaned, back arching further, the sides of your knees rubbing against his sides.

Little did you know that each breath you took, each whimper that escaped you, every feel of you was seeping beneath his skin, intertwining with his very soul. Seeing you in his shirt, covered in something that was his, it made him feel… good. Even though he hasn’t been by your side for the past few hours, something of his was around to protect you from the chill of the nighttime air.

“You have to know,” Diluc whispered against your skin, trailing a line of slow, patient kisses down your stomach after finishing with your breasts. “What kind of fire you ignite in me.”

Your hips lifted naturally to aid him in removing your underwear, and when his hand touched your ache, a finger slipping though the entrance to your core, your moan mixed in with the patter of the rain against the roof, reflective eyes squeezing shut as your hands gripped the open shirt still covering you. Diluc bit back a groan at how ready you already were, the way your slick coated his digit as it moved slowly. Ready or not he wasn’t going to rush this.

Your orgasm came with time and as it went, when you were starting to come back down, he found your lips again. His thick tongue tangled with yours, your fingers pulling the elastic from his hair so you could run your hands through his red locks. From there clothes started coming off, but when you reached for the shirt covering you, he gently grabbed your wrists.

“Leave it on.” He said, then quickly added, “Unless it’s uncomfortable.”

That shy look appeared again as you shook your head. “It’s fine.”

Diluc’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer until you were practically hidden beneath him. He locked your lips in another kiss as his cock nestled into you, stretching your walls rather easily. Still, the way your body reacted, the way you tightened around him and the addictive moans that drifted from your mouth into his, it was an experience he would never tire of.

“Diluc…” You whispered as his lips repeatedly touched different patches of your neck. “I’m okay.”

With your approval, he started to move, rolling his hips gently into yours the way calm waves rolled onto the beach. Slow, gentle, tonight wasn’t for overwhelming you with pleasure -not that he ever did it on purpose- but to simply feel you and, in turn, feel him. Your breasts against his chest, the vibrations of your heart hammering against your ribs, the way your lips moved each time you spoke, he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

“I love you.” Diluc said, kissing you again.

“I- Ah!”

Your back was trying to arch but the close proximity prevented it from fully doing so, which instead prompted you to push your hips further into his, nudging the head just a little deeper, putting it in spot you needed to lose control. The muscles of your core clamped down on him, pulling a groan from the man as he was forced to stop until your release passed. He peppered your face with light kisses, easing you back down into the realm of reality.

“Sorry.” You sudden, slightly slurred apology caught him by surprise. “I should have warned you.”

Diluc shook his head. “You don’t need to warn me about something like that.” One of his hands moved to yours, fingers slotting into the spaces between yours. “If it feels that good, just let go.”

When you nodded he kissed you again, hips quickly finding the same rhythm as before. Your moans were louder now, the stimulation tripled as a result of your climaxes. In time Diluc was able to find his own, face burying against your neck as his body shook with its intensity. This was one of the few times he failed to keep his grunts in check.

You sighed as he pulled out, hips twitching as if searching for him again. “Thank you.”

Diluc looked at you oddly. “For what?”

Your smile was so sweet it nearly gave him a toothache. “For loving me.”

He swallowed, heart clenching as he kissed your swollen lips once more. “And you, for me.” He brushed a few lost strands of sweaty hair from your face. “Rest here. I’ll start a bath.”

You hummed as mouth touched your forehead before getting up. Diluc waited a minute, making sure you were actually okay before heading to the bathroom to start the water.

Xiao "Viligant Yaksha"

Telling Xiao you love him - Fluff, GN! Reader

Your favorite places to kiss him - Fluff, Slight NSFW, GN! Reader

Zhongli "Vago Mundo"

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Albedo "Kreideprinz"

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Dainsleif "Bough Keeper"

Cupping their face with your hands - Fluff, GN! Reader

Diluc "The Dark Side of Dawn"

How he kisses you - Fluff, undetermined reader

Kaeya "Frostwind Swordsman"

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Venti "Windborne Bard"

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CW: Thirst about giving Gorou attention after he feels neglected, calling Gorou 'puppy', NSFW, MDNI, nipple play, one (1) thigh slap, sub!gorou, dom!reader, tying Gorou up, oral sex, anal fingering, no cock/strap penetration, NOT PROOFREAD.

Imagine worshiping Gorou's body after he comes to you about feeling a little neglected recently. Tying his hands above his head so you have the chance to appreciate his body without the distraction of wandering hands. By the time the poor general's underwear has been tugged off of him he is achingly hard, cock heavy, and lying against his stomach. It's purple at the tip, precum beading at the slit and you find yourself bending down to swipe over the moisture with your tongue. Just as the taste of salt bathes your tongue, Gorou is whining out, hips arching towards your mouth in hopes you'll give him what he wants.

Before he manages to shove your mouth deeper onto his cock, you give his thigh a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the bedroom along with the general's disappointed cry. His aqua eyes are gazing down at you owlishly, his pretty pale cheeks stained a lovely red as he anticipates what is to come next. Gorou loses his breath as you climb over him the heat of your body coming to rest against his as you lean to kiss him. The kiss starts out as sweet, lips meshing together perfectly before it grows hotter as your hands find their home on Gorou's chest.

A sharp gasp escapes your puppy as your fingers grab onto his nipples, rolling the hard pink buds between your thumb and index fingers. Gorou's back is arching into the touch with ease, tail thumping against the bed slightly as he whines out his approval of the actions.

"Hng...y-y/n!"

With a soft chuckle, you cast your eyes up towards Gorou's face, his aqua eyes staring back at you with a pleading look. You know just what he wants right now. Lowering your lips, you drag your hot tongue over one of his nipples, closing your lips around the bud to give it a good suck. The way your tongue curls around the bud combined with your gentle sucks is enough to drive your puppy mad, his moans already echoing off the walls. How cute, given the fact you've hardly touched him.

Gorou's hands were straining against the ropes around his wrists, wanting desperately to touch you, to make you feel the same pleasure you were giving him right now. Little did the pup know that everything was about to get so much better for him. Pressing a chaste kiss to the general's chest, you pushed reached for the lube beside the man, slicking your digits up with ease.

"Now now, don't be impatient, Pup, we need to make sure my fingers are nice and slick for you~" The words leaving your lips practically have Gorou drooling already, wanting nothing more than to feel something inside him. Anything.

The first two digits slide into the pup with ease, both because he has been keeping himself loose for you and how excited he was at that moment. Gorou keens as you slide them in until your knuckle is against his rim, the air leaving his lungs and a thin whine escaping his lips. Tight, wet heat surrounds your digits making you shudder before beginning to pump them inside and out. God, what you wouldn't give to fuck him until he was crying right now.

You curled your fingers in a way that Gorou recognized to be strikingly familiar, the sudden burst of pleasure coiling in his stomach at the action had him crying out loudly, the sound filling the small space of your shared bedroom. A chuckle escaped your lips, leaning to swipe your tongue over the head of his cock once more in a teasing motion.

"Oh? Did that feel good puppy? You like the way my fingers fill you up? You like how expertly they rub your prostate like that?"

"Y-Yes! Please...y/n...I-I've been...hah..such a good boy for y-you!" Gorou can barely get the words out as your mouth swallows down his cock in one swift motion, yanking desperately at the ropes while his back arches from the bed at the sensation. "P-Please! Let me t-touch!"

It's cute how desperate the general sounds under your touch, how pliant and needy he really is behind closed doors for you. Gorou's aqua eyes are shut tightly as he already feels his orgasm getting near, his tummy tightening as a warm band of pleasure gets ready to snap. The two of you haven't been sexually active in a while so it's only natural that he cums so easily for you. Good thing he has a great recovery time because you'll be sure to keep this up all night.

Licking the thick vein on the underside of his cock combined with your fingers curling into his prostate once more nearly has him cumming on the spot. However, he knows better than to cum without your permission. Gorou has tears in his eyes already, his thighs shaking as he desperately tries to hold back his orgasm, that warm band of pleasure coiling tighter in his tummy.

"Y/N! Please...ah...please!" Gorou's words are rushed, almost slurred as he struggles not to cum in your warm mouth already. "I-I wanna cum...hng...please!"

Before your precious puppy has a chance to cum and break the rules, you pat his thigh three times so you don't have to remove your mouth. The clearance is all he needs, the band finally snapping and spreading an intense warmth through his body. He is crying, hips jerking up into your mouth and thighs trembling as he fills your mouth with his sticky cum.

Once he is finished, jerking slightly from his orgasm, you untie his hands, trialing your own between his inner thighs and drawing out yet another moan.

"How about you let me show you more attention?"

Your first time | Arataki Itto

Character(s): Arataki Itto

Genre/warnings: NSFW(MDNI), headcanons, descriptions of sexual themes/scenarios, f!reader, headcanons, NOT PROOFREAD.

Description/prompt: Headcanons on your first time with the one and Oni, Arataki Itto.

A/N: I wrote this to celebrate Itto’s arrival! I’ll probably do Gorou next as well.

When you tell Itto that you’ve never had sex with anyone before, he looks quite shocked. After all, how could someone as gorgeous as you have not slept with anyone prior to this? Now that was truly a crime in his mind. 

Even if Itto is surprised that you are a virgin, the thought that he will be the first man to please you makes his heart do summersaults in his chest.

 Although he is often portrayed as a ‘big bad Oni’, Itto’s only goal is to make you feel good while also making sure that you are as comfortable throughout your time together. Knowing that you’re ready to share your first time with him, Itto spends almost an entire day planning out a date and prepping the bedroom nicely.

With the bed scattered with the finest sakura petals, Itto takes his time slipping you from your clothing, clawed hands careful not to rip your precious outfit as he slides your shirt off. His mouth trails over the curves of your breasts, tongue hot as it curls around the hardened buds your nipples have become.

The Oni takes his time with you, hot mouth leaving purple bruises scattered over as much of your exposed skin as he can get to before he begins to get impatient, 

It only takes a few seconds after Itto gets your panties off before he has his face between your legs, hot tongue lapping at your folds and proving just how desperate he was to finally taste you. Now, he usually isn’t loud during sex, but the mere taste of your pretty cunt has him groaning as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

Itto eats you out like you’ll be his last meal, making sure that you cum undone least once on his tongue before he even thinks about preparing you to take his cock.

Now, the Oni is a bit on the larger side of things which means that taking his cock definitely isn’t going to be easy especially since it is your first. This means that Itto will take advantage of how much you need to be stretched in order to take him fully.

Itto’s mouth is hot, tongue flicking out and delivering a few licks to your sensitive clit, loving the way the action draws out a thin whine from you at the sensation.

Two large fingers slip into the slick hole of your cunt, your gummy walls sucking them up greedily while he continues his assault on your clit, desperate to make you open up easier. You manage to cum yet another time due to the tongue swirling around your clit and the way his fingers curl into your spongey g-spot.

Once making sure that you are nice and prepped, Itto slides himself between your open legs, almost losing his breath at how exquisite you are under his larger body.

His cock hangs hard and heavy between his legs, the head kissing your clit just slightly as pearls of precum bead at the tip. He needs you now, if his arousal is anything to go off of.

As Itto sinks himself into your tight cunt, a shaky exhale leaves him, hands fisting in the sheets above your head as he struggles to keep himself from sheathing inside you at once. Your wet walls clench around him, a silent but desperate plea to be fucked until you don’t even know your own name. He tries to keep his mind clear for you, not wanting to succumb completely to his urges

The Oni tries to distract himself by beginning to whisper honeyed words into your ear, hot breath fanning out over your unruly hair and tickling your earlobe with the softness they bring. Despite being all ‘big and macho’, Itto really is such a softie for you and only wants to bring you pleasure.

Thinking of pleasure, an almost desperate sob of Itto’s name surpasses your lips as he bottoms out inside you, stretching your gummy walls wider than you thought possible. Fuck, it feels as if you’re being split apart. Tears have started to slip down your face at a rapid pace, not only from the burn of the stretch, but the raw emotion coursing through your body.

Since you’re now adjusted to the stretch it took to accommodate your boyfriend’s large cock, your voice is strained as you whine, begging Itto to fuck you finally.

A smirk appears on the Oni’s face at your words, his amber eyes hungry as they trail over your exposed skin down to where you are stretched so beautifully around his cock. “Has my little Raven finally gotten adjusted to me? Now it's time to see how high I can make you fly~”

Calling them by a pet name PT.1

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Diluc, Venti, and Xiao

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None, not proofread as usual

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: drabble/one-shot, fluff, Gender-neutral reader (Pronouns not mentioned)

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: Their reactions to you calling them a pet name for the first time.

ᴀ/ɴ: Pfft this was so cute to make! Stay tuned for part 2 later this week!

“Everything alright, my love?” He looks worried like he usually does when you don’t answer him straight away. Was something bothering you?

The first time you ever called Diluc by a pet name was a few months into your relationship and it was purely by accident. You had decided to wait for your boyfriend to close up the tavern, sitting on the very edge of the bar, feet unable to touch the ground as you swung them gently. Diluc was wiping down the tables, a soft humming coming from his throat, making a smile break out across your face as you listened to the soothing noise. The man’s voice was a melody to your ears and one that you could never get tired of. It was low and sweet like a slow dripping honey on a cool winter day, something you could listen to for hours on end. You were broken from your thoughts as Diluc nudged you gently, worry creasing his brow. You were so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t even realized he was calling out for you. 

Diluc was staring at you from where he stood on the other side of the counter, his usually tied up hair was beginning to slip from it’s confines, a few strands falling to frame his face. A smile graced your lips, slender hand gripping your boyfriend’s wrist to tug him between your parted legs. You take him being so close as a chance to tuck a stray hair behind his ear, leaning forward to slot your lips together in a sweet kiss. Diluc’s breath is stolen the moment your lips meet, breathy whine escaping as he presses himself closer into your embrace. He had been waiting all day to be wrapped up in your arms, and now that the tavern was closed, he wanted nothing more than to go home with you.

At his whine, a soft chuckle escapes your throat, moving to break the kiss and see the state that you have left him in after one kiss. Once your lips are parted, you take notice that Diluc’s face is nearly the same shade as his hair, making you smile at how embarrassed he looked. He really was craving attention wasn’t he? 

“Oh darling...you look absolutely adorable…” You manage to breathe out, smile never breaking because he just looks so perfect standing before you like this. 

You reach to cup his cheek in your hand, palm pressed up against the warm skin there and you press another lingering kiss to his lips. “Yes, darling?” you smirk, unable to look away as he begins to stutter out how he needs to finish locking up the tavern.

Diluc’s eyes snap open the moment that the pet name leaves your lips, he can feel his body beginning to heat up, and it isn’t because of his pyro vision. He is silent for a good minute before attempting to speak. “D-Darling? You called me darling?” He stumbled over his words at first, only succeeding in making his cheeks darken in color.

“Oh? Hurry up then so we can go home, okay darling?” Oh you were never going to stop calling him that.

It isn't uncommon for Venti to use pet names with you, often calling you 'My muse' just to see how your face flushes that lovely shade of red he has been dying to see. He loves to see that crimson red that stains your cheeks, mainly because it contrasts so well with your skin. Venti often calls you by pet names when the two of you are around anyone, he likes knowing that everyone understands you belong to him. However, these pet names always stretch into your private time as well, murmured against your lips as he tugs you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body.

"My muse, don't realize how beautiful you are after I am done kissing you?" He would whisper once he allows you to part your lips for air. He thinks you look the best after you have been kissed: eyes half lidded, lips parted for air, and your cheeks that wonderful crimson yet again. You were a walking masterpiece.

The first time you call him a pet name it is among the branches of the tree in Windrise. You are perched against the trunk of the tree, a book in your hands as Venti settles his upper torso between your spread legs. In his hands holds his lyre, fingers gently strumming the strings, and bringing forth only the most beautiful of melodies. You take a break from your book after a little while, closing it to lean forward and press your face against the Bard's neck. You breathe in the comforting scent of your boyfriend. Of home.

A small giggle escapes Venti's throat and he squirms slightly as your nose brushes against the sensitive skin of his neck. "My muse, that tickles..." He informs sweetly, fingers never once messing up a single note of his song. The simple sound of his giggle has your heart bursting with love and an uncontrollable need to hold him tighter...to never let him go.

"Archons, darling, the sweet sound of your voice makes my heart pound..." Your voice blows warm air against Venti's ear, but hearing your words has him freezing. Hands stilling on the Lyre in his hands, before he is quick to put it down so he can face you. As you come face to face, the Bard's eyes are practically shining, his cheeks are dusted with a brilliant red.

"You finally used a pet name for me, My Muse! It took you long enough!" He is pouting, but mirth warms his gaze. The way you laugh at his outburst makes him decide right then that he was the luckiest  Archon in all of Teyvat.

You had been sitting with Xiao on the top balcony of Wangshu Inn when you first called him by a pet name. The sun was setting just beyond the horizon, it was a beautiful sight to behold with the birds drinking up the last bit of the dying light. However, as your eyes drifted over to your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but stop to stare at the beauty before you. Xiao’s golden eyes were practically glowing in the last few rays of the sun’s light, the gentle breeze swaying his hair just slightly to have you enraptured by his beauty. 

A soft breath escaped your lips in awe, making Xiao turn his head towards you curiously, brows furrowing as he gazes over in your direction. “What are you st-”

“N-Nothing, Kitten! Y-You just look really nice with the way the light is shining on you…” As you go to explain, the pet name slips. Kitten? What were you thinking? Your cheeks shift as red as Diluc’s hair usually is, eyes casting anywhere, but the adeptus in front of you. Everything about him reminded you of a kitten, he would huff and glare at you often when in reality all he wanted was your affection. Not that he would EVER admit that out loud.

Xiao looks equally as surprised, his cheeks being bathed in scarlet as mere seconds go by. Did you just call him Kitten? Why that of all things? The Yaksha didn’t exactly hate the pet name, but there was no way he was going to admit how that simple name made his chest burst with an unusual warmth. “T-That is no way to address an Adeptus!”

Seeing the way your face falls upon hearing his exclamation, Xiao feel regret twisting in his chest. A small huff of annoyance escaping his throat as he tugs you to his chest, hand going to bury itself in your soft locks. "...you may call me what you please...as long as it stays between us." He warns, but even if you allow the name to slip in public, would he really be that mad at you?