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this is a blog dedicated to writing. i strictly only currently write for genshin impact, honkai star rail, and love & deepspace. this will change over time with my change in comfortability in writing for other fandoms, but for now it is only these three!!

i now take writing requests!! send a request and i'll see if i can fulfill it <3

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i will only be writing sfw, as i am a minor. however, i will occasionally write suggestive themes, but will not go farther then that. i also only write for female and gender neutral reader (afab), but mostly female reader since i am afab myself.

do not request any nsfw prompts, only suggestive at best. if i don't like your request, i simply won't answer it!!!

stuff you can request:

headcanons (up to 6 chars)

oneshots (1 main char)

matchups!! (1 main char)

scenarios (up to 4 chars)

thank you for reading until the end of this post, hope to see you again!

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this is a blog dedicated to writing. i strictly only currently write for genshin impact, honkai star rail, and love & deepspace. this will change over time with my change in comfortability in writing for other fandoms, but for now it is only these three!!

i now take writing requests!! send a request and i'll see if i can fulfill it <3

⋆｡°✩ . 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 —

i will only be writing sfw, as i am a minor. however, i will occasionally write suggestive themes, but will not go farther then that. i also only write for female and gender neutral reader (afab), but mostly female reader since i am afab myself.

do not request any nsfw prompts, only suggestive at best. if i don't like your request, i simply won't answer it!!!

stuff you can request:

headcanons (up to 6 chars)

oneshots (1 main char)

matchups!! (1 main char)

scenarios (up to 4 chars)

thank you for reading until the end of this post, hope to see you again!

⋆｡°✩ . 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 —

this is a blog dedicated to writing. i strictly only currently write for genshin impact, honkai star rail, and love & deepspace. this will change over time with my change in comfortability in writing for other fandoms, but for now it is only these three!!

i now take writing requests!! send a request and i'll see if i can fulfill it <3

⋆｡°✩ . 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 —

i will only be writing sfw, as i am a minor. however, i will occasionally write suggestive themes, but will not go farther then that. i also only write for female and gender neutral reader (afab), but mostly female reader since i am afab myself.

do not request any nsfw prompts, only suggestive at best. if i don't like your request, i simply won't answer it!!!

stuff you can request:

headcanons (up to 6 chars)

oneshots (1 main char)

matchups!! (1 main char)

scenarios (up to 4 chars)

thank you for reading until the end of this post, hope to see you again!

golden child , lion boy , tell me what it's like to conquer / / jing yuan . . .

as his wife, you have the right to dream of other possibilities, right?

warnings: married!jing yuan and reader, f!reader, use of pet names (love), no y/n, spoilers for the luofu storyline, jealousy, suggestive themes, lowercase intended

w/c: 635 words

a/n: double upload!?!?! cant help it i love this man so much lord help me, art cred: mugenoumi on twt

"you seem to be enjoying your time with those finches."

soft clicks of shoes stepping on the wooden floor reach the general's ears, and as well as the birds he was currently devoting his attention to. jing yuan knew better than to frustrate his wife, however he can't won't seem stop making that pout appear.

"and you know better than to be jealous of some innocent birds, love." the resonant voice of his leaves faint echoes in the chamber. he hums happily as your hands snake around his waist, your face buried in his back. "not m' fault- i missed you," your muffled voice tickles his back, earning you a chuckle.

he gently releases the birds, much to your pleasure. "there. they're gone now, but you ought to open your heart to them. they're excellent companions."

"better companions than me?" you prod with an eyebrow raised. he turns around to face you, and now you can finally see your husband's infuriatingly handsome portrait once more. hundreds of years have passed since your union with jing yuan, and yet he still leaves you breathless each time.

long locks of golden white hair frame his head, stray strands everywhere. it's a common sight for your eyes these days, the ten-lords commission giving your husband more work to do these days, especially after the incident with phantilya. noticing your internal worry, he cradles you in his arms.

"now, now. would i have stuck with you for this long if i'd found better a companion? you think too much, love."

"and you think too little." you buried your face yet again in the crook of his neck. it was times like these when you wished you and your husband were not such important figures to the xianzhou, daydreams of you and jing yuan living a simple life away from here plague your mind almost every day.

"some people think me a fool, reduced down from a feared general to a lazy idiot who can't seem to pick up a pen for the life of him."

"and what do you say to that?"

he grins down at you, the outer corners of his eyes wrinkling with his breathy laugh. "i agree with them. however, there's one thing they do have wrong."

this piques your interest, lifting your head up to make eye contact with him. you tilt your head to the side, encouraging him to continue. "well?"

with sudden enthusiasm, he picks you up and spins you around, your back now hitting the cool concrete of some wall in the room. however, you don't have time to think about what had just happened, as he stole your lips and your breath in that same second.

his lips moved against yours with passion, arms coiling around you in a tight grip. kisses with jing yuan were usually slow and sensual, nothing like the show he's putting on for you right now. you swear you could feel your lips go numb, both of you breathing into each other like you'd never breathe again.

he finally pulls away, a thin strand of saliva connecting you both still. he sighs deeply with a smile on his face. "i've already conquered a feat very few people have before. your love and loyalty to me."

you giggle at the mushy confession. general or not, he'd still be your loving husband. "you can never not have the last word, can you?"

"no ma'am." and he pulls you in again, this time going back to his usual kisses. slow, sensual, and sultry.

a few moments later, something soft and bushy made contact with your leg. your husband's hair was certainly not that long, and you know for a fact you don't have a carpet this fluffy in this room...

"jing, i think mimi wants your attention as well."

instead of working on redamancy im over here starting a whole new fic for the cloud quintet boys im done why am i like this

but um anyways would u guys be interested in it... its a royalty au (and f!reader, might make it gn) with the love interests being blade, jing yuan, and dan feng (idk who i want as the main li yet... thinking of having different endings)

the diff tropes for them would be:

blade - merman x royal jing yuan - arranged marriage dan feng - childhood friends to lovers

help me pls guys

alis volat propiis / / blade . . .

having someone be promised to you through fate always felt like a joke to blade, what changes when his head keeps flashing images of you?

warnings: f!reader, soulmate au, little ooc blade and black swan? hurt no comfort, lowk spicy……. , reader is a memokeeper, spoilers for blade’s backstory, spoilers for luofu/penacony storyline, spoilers for kafka’s quest? (if you call modifying canon scenes to fit your story spoilers..)

w/c: 3.63k

a/n: comeback?!?!?!?!?! i took a break bc of skl and today is the first day again hurrayyyyyyy (im gna kms) art cred: mybloodynails on twt

reblogs appreciated!!

the first time blade met you was under the dark cover of night within the xianzhou.

kafka had finished her business in luring the trailblazers into the luofu, leaving blade alone with his pacing thoughts about his revenge. the full moon was up that night, the gentle breeze swaying through his hair. 

during nights like these, all he could do was try and relieve the aching pain through means of other matters. however, without the presence of kafka (subsequently, her spirit whisper), the mara slowly crawls its way back into the back of his mind. and it was nights like these where he would be reminded of that damned mark ingrained into his skin.

soulmates. the concept of having another half to oneself, a connection so deep the universe takes it upon itself to remind you of it every waking second of your life. as a result of this foreseen deep-rooted connection, two intertwined stars sat on top of the veins of his wrist. he hopes whichever aeon who cursed him with this cruel hope is enjoying themself.

and with impeccable timing, you appeared in the corner of his eye. he camouflaged with the wall behind him and observed you. in front of you was a glowing blue orb in the shape of a bubble. you seemed to be deep in thought, mumbling words and tampering with the orb in ways in which he couldn’t comprehend. he’d ask silverwolf about it later, this seemed to be her area of expertise.

“how irrelevant.” these were the last words he had about you as he turned to leave. however,  his movement seemed to have alerted you, as you suddenly appeared in front of him, a dagger now being held at his throat.

“who are you, how much have you seen?” your words are now cut-throat, and he can see your face clearly now. your eyes had a depth and burn he’d never seen before, but other than that, nothing about you appeared to be anything of interest.

“even if i had seen anything, it wouldn’t be of use to me.” his hoarse voice was louder in the silence. this did not affect you, as you then tightened your grip on the dagger and threatened to push it further into his skin.

“nice try. who do you work for?”

he rolls his eyes inwardly in annoyance, and without saying a word, he grabs the arm in which you held the weapon and aimed to unarm you. keyword: aimed.

the moment his fingers made contact with your skin, a burning sensation crept up his arm from his wrist. he then let your hand go hastily, looking at you with a newfound rage.

“what did you d-” the words he meant to say couldn’t escape his mouth, as his question was answered. the cursed mark of his glowed bright white, a blinding source of light in the dark. 

ah. this was his other half.

with a soft gasp, you looked up at him with slightly widened eyes, the incriminating look now gone. the dagger now lay forgotten at your feet, you studied him for a few seconds longer. he did not know what to do under your gaze. he hopes that same aeon is now content with the fruits of its pathetic labors. 

after your quick survey of him, you appeared to almost say something, before a feminine voice reached both your ears.

“(y/n), come, our work here is done.” a woman in purple attire stood at the end of the alley, looking at the two of you with curiosity.

and without a word, you gave him one last look, then turned to leave. he looked down and locked eyes with your left-behind dagger, then picked it up. he looked up again, and you and that strange woman were gone. not a single trace indicating that either one of the two of you were here this night—almost.

he turned the weapon in his hands, his fingers roaming the intricate etchings of the handle. Just a second ago, this was at his throat, the two of you meaning nothing to each other. now, it seemed that destiny placed its card down for the both of you. he had no idea if he should be relieved or not.

looking up at the bright moon, he’s already engraved your name to his mind.

(y/n).

—

through the next few weeks, the encounter between the two of you was shoved to the back of his head. kafka had joked about how he seemed more on edge as of late, he, however, paid her no mind. after that night, he’d “reunited” with his old friends. if he could call them that. 

bitter thoughts clouded his mind once more at the memory of them. he’d had his battle with jingliu, the mentioned fulfilling her promise of granting him a short-lived death. the peaceful and final silence of the scalegorge waterscape felt like music to his ears. for a moment, he’d thought that she’d fulfilled her vow. 

then he was greeted by the sight of kafka.

the mission was over. he was to return to hiding within the shadows of the cosmos. elio would present him with another mission and he would oblige. such is the fate of destiny’s slave.

he thought that this would mean the end of his trip to the luofu, the everlasting ties with the once high cloud quintet now severed. his mara seemed to have something else to say.

kafka led him to a secluded position in the xianzhou, claiming to be able to calm his illness through a different means than usual. he had no choice but to oblige. she said she’d brought in a few friends to help her in this effort, as retaining and sealing memories required a more complicated and experienced skillset.

he’d never imagined that you would appear through the small window of the abode next to kafka and the trailblazer, astute and serious.

and yet, his eyes were not deceiving him. he would be within your presence once more. was this a hidden yearning in his heart? no, it would be foolish of him to plant such feeble desires. the mara must be getting to him quicker than usual at this rate.

a few minutes later, you, kafka, and the trailblazer seemingly split ways. the wine-haired woman stepping in first, before stepping to the side and introducing you.

“bladie, this is (y/n). do you remember the aid i mentioned earlier? this is them. all i ask of you is to trust them, as well as myself.” kafka carefully selected her words before gesturing to you, nodding.

you and blade looked at each other again after what felt like just a few days. your eyes glanced over his disheveled appearance. he couldn’t read you at all. you walked towards him, until you were just a foot away, “hello, bladie was it? i’ll need you to close your eyes and relax, this may feel… unusual.” your voice was soft yet stern—as if you’d done this before.

just as you tilted his head to the side and up again, he muttered something, causing you to lift a brow. “hm?”

“blade. it’s blade.” 

“oh,” you looked surprised at the fact he even said anything, this was the one thing he could read off of you.  “of course, my apologies.” and you went back to checking his pulse and finally rested your index and middle finger on the left side of his frontal bone, your thumb extending down to his jaw to tilt it. 

“okay, i will begin now. you will be put in a state where you feel as if you’re in a trance, and then kafka will use her power to subdue your mara. do you understand?” you looked at him expectantly, and all he could give you was a blank stare. he doesn’t know why you’re doing all this, why you’re being so calm and nice to a mere stranger. nonetheless, he gives you a small nod.

thus, the trance you mentioned reigning over all of his senses. his head droops, he sees different shapes and particles clouding his vision, before everything comes to a pause. the pain was subdued, just as you said.

he felt like sighing out of relief, a relief he hadn’t felt in a long time. then, a figure stepped out of the darkness in front of him.

you.

you looked exactly the same as before, except in new clothes, clothes that were native to one world— the xianzhou luofu. and this time, you bore a soft smile on your face, your eyes lighting up with an unfamiliar sparkle.

“▜█▍▆▛█▍▆! there you are, ▉█▍▆▜▀▍ and I had been looking for you for ages. are you still forging those new weapons for the cloud knights? don’t even bother… come home… missed… go…”

the words that were spilling out of your mouth went in one ear and out of the other. throughout the midst of this, he was still stuck on you, and what this meant. you two must have known each other in his past life. the one he just severed his ties to.

 even while knowing this, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of your form. he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. but he doesn’t question it much. not when you motioned your hand towards his still one. not when you grabbed it, your warmth spreading through his cold hand, even if for a split second. he didn’t even question it when he watched his… old self, white hair flowing down his back, be taken away by your sweet voice.

he felt oddly at peace. watching the two of you quietly walk away now in a field of lilies, your smile clearly infectious to himself. this was until he felt webs crawling their way up from his feet, slowly inching towards his head. his vision grew blurry again, and he quickly realized his fleeting dream has come to its end. he accepted without fuss.

soon, he was done. kafka was talking to him about the procedure or something along those lines. he didn’t really recall what she exactly said, something about the trailblazer fending off monsters while she worked her technique.

kafka realized this, and quietly looked over to where he was looking. across from them in front of the small house was you, conversing with the trailblazer with a gentle smile. he doesn’t know how long he was staring for until he watches you bid the trailblazer goodbye and signal kafka that you were off. 

your eyes locked with blade’s for longer than just a second, a small look of pity in your eyes. you then smiled at him. the same soft smile he saw just moments ago.

he doesn’t know why, but he feels an urge to go with you. to follow you until there was nowhere else to go.

it seemed like he keeps getting rendered clueless when it comes to you.

“i’m off. see you, kafka.”

he grunts, exiting the abode now with something else to haunt his mind. he can’t figure out if he minds it or not.

—

“finally done. black swan, you think they got the rest of the bombs?”

she looked at you smiling, “i don’t think they have, but we’ve made significant progress. the rest is up to them now.”

you hummed, looking out at the night sky on the ship. “do you think it’s an actual bomb?”

she chuckles, “of course not. that masked fool might be dangerous but i’m sure she wouldn’t pull off a stunt as… arduous as this for an actual tragedy. she simply wants to make a fool of everyone.”

you snort. “that does seem like her, doesn't it?”

you both sit in silence under the stars, commotion ringing in your ears. it seems that they’ve only got a few bombs left. you look over at black swan one more time, signaling her that you were gonna go somewhere more secluded. she gives you that small smile again, before leaving you with a message.

“it appears that there's a visitor on one of the top floors of this ship. i think the only reason of his appearance was to see someone in particular. you should go see him. he’s getting restless.”

you picked up on who it was immediately. you gave her a  sigh, giving her a grateful smile. “thanks swan. i’ll deal with it and be right back.”

she looks at you, her brows slightly furrowed as you begin to turn.

“(y/n). you should stop avoiding him, for your own sake. you both are soulmates for a reason. you can never really escape each other.”

you turn around again, about to speak. she beats you to it.

“ah ah. you heard me. i know you. feelings like this make you nervous, but with how everything has been going for you lately, i’m positive you need some stimulation from time to time. embrace it. you are one of the few to be so lucky as to have something as special as a soul tied to your own. accept it.”

you could’ve sworn you heard a little bitterness in her strict yet gentle tone, but she then gives you a pat on your head motioning for you to go up. you say nothing as you watch her go towards where the commotion is.

that woman seemed to always know how to read you like an open book.

—

you try to find the dark-blue haired man throughout 3 different floors, to no avail. if it was not clear before, this was clearly the skills of a stellaron hunter. you make your way to the top floor of the ship, empty and barren. from the top and from behind the railings, you see people still scrambling around.

you figured sooner or later the dark haired man would show himself, and you would be in for a… conversation to say the least. you shake the thought away and observe down to where the trailblazer and firefly are, making their way towards the pool at the front.

you don’t realize, but you hold your breath. black swan told you it was nothing to be fussing over, yet you can’t help yourself. and slowly, you back away, choosing not to look at what might as well be a tragic spectacle. 

you end up hitting your back on something firm.

hands shoot out to grab at your waist, steadying you. you look up, finally meeting the gaze of the man you were avoiding right up until now.

“blade.” your breath hitches in your throat. 

he acknowledges you with a low hum before releasing you. he makes his way to the railing watching his fellow stellaron hunter, and you take this as an invitation to observe along with him.

you decide to break the silence.

“i thought you weren’t included in that script of yours. i heard as much at least from firefly.” you try to carefully choose your words, not knowing what to say from here.

“let’s just say… a certain birdie gave me a clue as to where i could go next.”

black swan.

you sigh, that memokeeper has meddled far too much in your life already.

“calm yourself. that woman has her own agenda to be sure, but she doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions.” he’s quiet before he adds on to his statement. “i cannot say the same for another.”

with this, you look back at him with a puzzled expression. “is this about our first encounter? well i did not mean for things to escalate as quickly as they did, but-”

he turns to you with anger, quickly pinning you against the railings.

“i am not talking about that.”

“i meant the last time we saw one another. when you put me in that… trance.”

you look at him with shock as he spits out that last word. does he hate you? what did he even see?

you collect yourself, now glaring up at him the same way as you did the first time. “what did you expect me to do? rock you against my chest with a nice lullaby to go with it? i did what was necessary, i’m sure you understand. i wouldn’t have even been there if it hadn’t been for-”

“do you remember?”

his gruff voice cuts you off yet again. and by this point you’ve grown fed up with his antics.

“remember what exactly?”

“my past. your past. our past.”

he grabs your wrist and lifts it to your eye level. it’s glowing, not as bright as before but still prominent enough to where it looks like a dim star regaining its energy. his wrist seems to be doing the same.

“the very… reason… as to why we are even connected yet again in this life is because of something else that took place in the past. and with you being a memokeeper, i’m sure you know more than a thing or two.”

he said the rest through his teeth, his grip unwavering on your wrist. and, for the first time in your life, you felt fear. not just because of the man before you, but of what consequences that could be in store for you because of your past actions.

blade chuckles darkly at your ‘realization’. “do you need a reminder?”

you hear fireworks being set off in the background but you don’t make a single move to see what was happening. the man in front of you bares his teeth a little, and before he could beat you to it, you grab ahold of the back of his head and lean in spontaneously.

the kiss was not slow, sensational or soft. rather it was exactly the opposite. it was all teeth and tongue, your emotions colliding aggressively as you both battle them out. he tastes like nothing you note, until you taste the iron tang of blood on your tongue. suddenly, he takes control, hands sliding and setting themselves firmly on your hips. 

blade was not a forgiving man, you know that now. so why are you hoping for more outbursts like this again? why are you imagining waking up to kisses like these, knowing your lives couldn’t be anymore different?

your vision was growing hazy and your eyes half lidded, threatening to shut. your soft whines against him fuel him even more, his eyes glowing a vibrant red with the light of the fireworks reflecting off of him. your lips detach from his with a delicious ‘pop!’, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before he goes in and starts kissing your throat.

you prided yourself on being a smart woman, able to handle difficult situations with ease. you suppose nothing could have prepared you for this moment in your life, you’ve never met someone filled with as much rage and passion as blade. he was destiny’s slave. and you can’t resist his desperation as much as you’d have liked, instead yours just as much matched his own.

you now realize how close your bodies are. his unusually cold hands are starting to feel warmer now, and a few sweat beads make it down your forehead. you throw your head back, eyes closed shut in pleasure, the wind cooling you off — and at the tip of your tongue, his name. 

“blade…”

he pays you no mind, groaning against your throat as his hands roam around, one sitting on the side of your head and the other on the plush of your ass. he smiles against your skin as you pant out soft gasps, your hands gripping hard in his hair.

blade winces slightly as you pull his hair back, your face flushed and your neck covered in love bites. he looks at you with an unreadable expression before letting his hands fall down to his sides. it appears his old stoic self is back.

you look at him wistfully through your lashes, the fireworks now having subsided and sounds of cheers and drinks clinking making their way inside the vast rooms of the ship. 

you took this as a sign that your time was over with him.

just as you were about to say your farewell and hurriedly make up some excuse that black swan was expecting you, blade takes something out of his pocket slowly and toys with it in his hands. 

it was your dagger.

with a soft exclamation, you reach out towards it. however, it seemed that he had different plans, for he swiftly pulls it away — giving you an annoyingly taunting look with just his brows. he dangles it with his finger through the hole at the base, the metal shimmering.

“are you done?” you prod, crossing your hands.

he looks at you for a little longer, almost as if he’s deciding on whether or not to give it to you. and with careful consideration it seems, he turns to leave.

you supposed this was the stellaron hunter’s way of saying that you two will have to meet again for you to be able to finally take your dagger back, so you let it go. his long dark teal and red hair flow behind him against the wind before he jumps and disappears into the darkness beyond your reach.

“alis volat propiis…” you hum as you yourself turn around as well, staring down at the dying crowd and dimming lights. the promise etched into your wrist always felt like a burden to carry around, with countless theories and what-ifs clouding your thoughts every day. 

actually meeting him changed the way you felt, and you felt yourself already looking forward to your next encounter. maybe you would be able to work with such a childish want.

“he flies by his own wings.”

golden child , lion boy , tell me what it's like to conquer / / jing yuan . . .

as his wife, you have the right to dream of other possibilities, right?

warnings: married!jing yuan and reader, f!reader, use of pet names (love), no y/n, spoilers for the luofu storyline, jealousy, suggestive themes, lowercase intended

w/c: 635 words

a/n: double upload!?!?! cant help it i love this man so much lord help me, art cred: mugenoumi on twt

"you seem to be enjoying your time with those finches."

soft clicks of shoes stepping on the wooden floor reach the general's ears, and as well as the birds he was currently devoting his attention to. jing yuan knew better than to frustrate his wife, however he can't won't seem stop making that pout appear.

"and you know better than to be jealous of some innocent birds, love." the resonant voice of his leaves faint echoes in the chamber. he hums happily as your hands snake around his waist, your face buried in his back. "not m' fault- i missed you," your muffled voice tickles his back, earning you a chuckle.

he gently releases the birds, much to your pleasure. "there. they're gone now, but you ought to open your heart to them. they're excellent companions."

"better companions than me?" you prod with an eyebrow raised. he turns around to face you, and now you can finally see your husband's infuriatingly handsome portrait once more. hundreds of years have passed since your union with jing yuan, and yet he still leaves you breathless each time.

long locks of golden white hair frame his head, stray strands everywhere. it's a common sight for your eyes these days, the ten-lords commission giving your husband more work to do these days, especially after the incident with phantilya. noticing your internal worry, he cradles you in his arms.

"now, now. would i have stuck with you for this long if i'd found better a companion? you think too much, love."

"and you think too little." you buried your face yet again in the crook of his neck. it was times like these when you wished you and your husband were not such important figures to the xianzhou, daydreams of you and jing yuan living a simple life away from here plague your mind almost every day.

"some people think me a fool, reduced down from a feared general to a lazy idiot who can't seem to pick up a pen for the life of him."

"and what do you say to that?"

he grins down at you, the outer corners of his eyes wrinkling with his breathy laugh. "i agree with them. however, there's one thing they do have wrong."

this piques your interest, lifting your head up to make eye contact with him. you tilt your head to the side, encouraging him to continue. "well?"

with sudden enthusiasm, he picks you up and spins you around, your back now hitting the cool concrete of some wall in the room. however, you don't have time to think about what had just happened, as he stole your lips and your breath in that same second.

his lips moved against yours with passion, arms coiling around you in a tight grip. kisses with jing yuan were usually slow and sensual, nothing like the show he's putting on for you right now. you swear you could feel your lips go numb, both of you breathing into each other like you'd never breathe again.

he finally pulls away, a thin strand of saliva connecting you both still. he sighs deeply with a smile on his face. "i've already conquered a feat very few people have before. your love and loyalty to me."

you giggle at the mushy confession. general or not, he'd still be your loving husband. "you can never not have the last word, can you?"

"no ma'am." and he pulls you in again, this time going back to his usual kisses. slow, sensual, and sultry.

a few moments later, something soft and bushy made contact with your leg. your husband's hair was certainly not that long, and you know for a fact you don't have a carpet this fluffy in this room...

"jing, i think mimi wants your attention as well."

golden child , lion boy , tell me what it's like to conquer / / jing yuan . . .

as his wife, you have the right to dream of other possibilities, right?

warnings: married!jing yuan and reader, f!reader, use of pet names (love), no y/n, spoilers for the luofu storyline, jealousy, suggestive themes, lowercase intended

w/c: 635 words

a/n: double upload!?!?! cant help it i love this man so much lord help me, art cred: mugenoumi on twt

"you seem to be enjoying your time with those finches."

soft clicks of shoes stepping on the wooden floor reach the general's ears, and as well as the birds he was currently devoting his attention to. jing yuan knew better than to frustrate his wife, however he can't won't seem stop making that pout appear.

"and you know better than to be jealous of some innocent birds, love." the resonant voice of his leaves faint echoes in the chamber. he hums happily as your hands snake around his waist, your face buried in his back. "not m' fault- i missed you," your muffled voice tickles his back, earning you a chuckle.

he gently releases the birds, much to your pleasure. "there. they're gone now, but you ought to open your heart to them. they're excellent companions."

"better companions than me?" you prod with an eyebrow raised. he turns around to face you, and now you can finally see your husband's infuriatingly handsome portrait once more. hundreds of years have passed since your union with jing yuan, and yet he still leaves you breathless each time.

long locks of golden white hair frame his head, stray strands everywhere. it's a common sight for your eyes these days, the ten-lords commission giving your husband more work to do these days, especially after the incident with phantilya. noticing your internal worry, he cradles you in his arms.

"now, now. would i have stuck with you for this long if i'd found better a companion? you think too much, love."

"and you think too little." you buried your face yet again in the crook of his neck. it was times like these when you wished you and your husband were not such important figures to the xianzhou, daydreams of you and jing yuan living a simple life away from here plague your mind almost every day.

"some people think me a fool, reduced down from a feared general to a lazy idiot who can't seem to pick up a pen for the life of him."

"and what do you say to that?"

he grins down at you, the outer corners of his eyes wrinkling with his breathy laugh. "i agree with them. however, there's one thing they do have wrong."

this piques your interest, lifting your head up to make eye contact with him. you tilt your head to the side, encouraging him to continue. "well?"

with sudden enthusiasm, he picks you up and spins you around, your back now hitting the cool concrete of some wall in the room. however, you don't have time to think about what had just happened, as he stole your lips and your breath in that same second.

his lips moved against yours with passion, arms coiling around you in a tight grip. kisses with jing yuan were usually slow and sensual, nothing like the show he's putting on for you right now. you swear you could feel your lips go numb, both of you breathing into each other like you'd never breathe again.

he finally pulls away, a thin strand of saliva connecting you both still. he sighs deeply with a smile on his face. "i've already conquered a feat very few people have before. your love and loyalty to me."

you giggle at the mushy confession. general or not, he'd still be your loving husband. "you can never not have the last word, can you?"

"no ma'am." and he pulls you in again, this time going back to his usual kisses. slow, sensual, and sultry.

a few moments later, something soft and bushy made contact with your leg. your husband's hair was certainly not that long, and you know for a fact you don't have a carpet this fluffy in this room...

"jing, i think mimi wants your attention as well."

instead of working on redamancy im over here starting a whole new fic for the cloud quintet boys im done why am i like this

but um anyways would u guys be interested in it... its a royalty au (and f!reader, might make it gn) with the love interests being blade, jing yuan, and dan feng (idk who i want as the main li yet... thinking of having different endings)

the diff tropes for them would be:

blade - merman x royal jing yuan - arranged marriage dan feng - childhood friends to lovers

help me pls guys

instead of working on redamancy im over here starting a whole new fic for the cloud quintet boys im done why am i like this

but um anyways would u guys be interested in it... its a royalty au (and f!reader, might make it gn) with the love interests being blade, jing yuan, and dan feng (idk who i want as the main li yet... thinking of having different endings)

the diff tropes for them would be:

blade - merman x royal jing yuan - arranged marriage dan feng - childhood friends to lovers

help me pls guys

alis volat propiis / / blade . . .

having someone be promised to you through fate always felt like a joke to blade, what changes when his head keeps flashing images of you?

warnings: f!reader, soulmate au, little ooc blade and black swan? hurt no comfort, lowk spicy……. , reader is a memokeeper, spoilers for blade’s backstory, spoilers for luofu/penacony storyline, spoilers for kafka’s quest? (if you call modifying canon scenes to fit your story spoilers..)

w/c: 3.63k

a/n: comeback?!?!?!?!?! i took a break bc of skl and today is the first day again hurrayyyyyyy (im gna kms) art cred: mybloodynails on twt

reblogs appreciated!!

the first time blade met you was under the dark cover of night within the xianzhou.

kafka had finished her business in luring the trailblazers into the luofu, leaving blade alone with his pacing thoughts about his revenge. the full moon was up that night, the gentle breeze swaying through his hair. 

during nights like these, all he could do was try and relieve the aching pain through means of other matters. however, without the presence of kafka (subsequently, her spirit whisper), the mara slowly crawls its way back into the back of his mind. and it was nights like these where he would be reminded of that damned mark ingrained into his skin.

soulmates. the concept of having another half to oneself, a connection so deep the universe takes it upon itself to remind you of it every waking second of your life. as a result of this foreseen deep-rooted connection, two intertwined stars sat on top of the veins of his wrist. he hopes whichever aeon who cursed him with this cruel hope is enjoying themself.

and with impeccable timing, you appeared in the corner of his eye. he camouflaged with the wall behind him and observed you. in front of you was a glowing blue orb in the shape of a bubble. you seemed to be deep in thought, mumbling words and tampering with the orb in ways in which he couldn’t comprehend. he’d ask silverwolf about it later, this seemed to be her area of expertise.

“how irrelevant.” these were the last words he had about you as he turned to leave. however,  his movement seemed to have alerted you, as you suddenly appeared in front of him, a dagger now being held at his throat.

“who are you, how much have you seen?” your words are now cut-throat, and he can see your face clearly now. your eyes had a depth and burn he’d never seen before, but other than that, nothing about you appeared to be anything of interest.

“even if i had seen anything, it wouldn’t be of use to me.” his hoarse voice was louder in the silence. this did not affect you, as you then tightened your grip on the dagger and threatened to push it further into his skin.

“nice try. who do you work for?”

he rolls his eyes inwardly in annoyance, and without saying a word, he grabs the arm in which you held the weapon and aimed to unarm you. keyword: aimed.

the moment his fingers made contact with your skin, a burning sensation crept up his arm from his wrist. he then let your hand go hastily, looking at you with a newfound rage.

“what did you d-” the words he meant to say couldn’t escape his mouth, as his question was answered. the cursed mark of his glowed bright white, a blinding source of light in the dark. 

ah. this was his other half.

with a soft gasp, you looked up at him with slightly widened eyes, the incriminating look now gone. the dagger now lay forgotten at your feet, you studied him for a few seconds longer. he did not know what to do under your gaze. he hopes that same aeon is now content with the fruits of its pathetic labors. 

after your quick survey of him, you appeared to almost say something, before a feminine voice reached both your ears.

“(y/n), come, our work here is done.” a woman in purple attire stood at the end of the alley, looking at the two of you with curiosity.

and without a word, you gave him one last look, then turned to leave. he looked down and locked eyes with your left-behind dagger, then picked it up. he looked up again, and you and that strange woman were gone. not a single trace indicating that either one of the two of you were here this night—almost.

he turned the weapon in his hands, his fingers roaming the intricate etchings of the handle. Just a second ago, this was at his throat, the two of you meaning nothing to each other. now, it seemed that destiny placed its card down for the both of you. he had no idea if he should be relieved or not.

looking up at the bright moon, he’s already engraved your name to his mind.

(y/n).

—

through the next few weeks, the encounter between the two of you was shoved to the back of his head. kafka had joked about how he seemed more on edge as of late, he, however, paid her no mind. after that night, he’d “reunited” with his old friends. if he could call them that. 

bitter thoughts clouded his mind once more at the memory of them. he’d had his battle with jingliu, the mentioned fulfilling her promise of granting him a short-lived death. the peaceful and final silence of the scalegorge waterscape felt like music to his ears. for a moment, he’d thought that she’d fulfilled her vow. 

then he was greeted by the sight of kafka.

the mission was over. he was to return to hiding within the shadows of the cosmos. elio would present him with another mission and he would oblige. such is the fate of destiny’s slave.

he thought that this would mean the end of his trip to the luofu, the everlasting ties with the once high cloud quintet now severed. his mara seemed to have something else to say.

kafka led him to a secluded position in the xianzhou, claiming to be able to calm his illness through a different means than usual. he had no choice but to oblige. she said she’d brought in a few friends to help her in this effort, as retaining and sealing memories required a more complicated and experienced skillset.

he’d never imagined that you would appear through the small window of the abode next to kafka and the trailblazer, astute and serious.

and yet, his eyes were not deceiving him. he would be within your presence once more. was this a hidden yearning in his heart? no, it would be foolish of him to plant such feeble desires. the mara must be getting to him quicker than usual at this rate.

a few minutes later, you, kafka, and the trailblazer seemingly split ways. the wine-haired woman stepping in first, before stepping to the side and introducing you.

“bladie, this is (y/n). do you remember the aid i mentioned earlier? this is them. all i ask of you is to trust them, as well as myself.” kafka carefully selected her words before gesturing to you, nodding.

you and blade looked at each other again after what felt like just a few days. your eyes glanced over his disheveled appearance. he couldn’t read you at all. you walked towards him, until you were just a foot away, “hello, bladie was it? i’ll need you to close your eyes and relax, this may feel… unusual.” your voice was soft yet stern—as if you’d done this before.

just as you tilted his head to the side and up again, he muttered something, causing you to lift a brow. “hm?”

“blade. it’s blade.” 

“oh,” you looked surprised at the fact he even said anything, this was the one thing he could read off of you.  “of course, my apologies.” and you went back to checking his pulse and finally rested your index and middle finger on the left side of his frontal bone, your thumb extending down to his jaw to tilt it. 

“okay, i will begin now. you will be put in a state where you feel as if you’re in a trance, and then kafka will use her power to subdue your mara. do you understand?” you looked at him expectantly, and all he could give you was a blank stare. he doesn’t know why you’re doing all this, why you’re being so calm and nice to a mere stranger. nonetheless, he gives you a small nod.

thus, the trance you mentioned reigning over all of his senses. his head droops, he sees different shapes and particles clouding his vision, before everything comes to a pause. the pain was subdued, just as you said.

he felt like sighing out of relief, a relief he hadn’t felt in a long time. then, a figure stepped out of the darkness in front of him.

you.

you looked exactly the same as before, except in new clothes, clothes that were native to one world— the xianzhou luofu. and this time, you bore a soft smile on your face, your eyes lighting up with an unfamiliar sparkle.

“▜█▍▆▛█▍▆! there you are, ▉█▍▆▜▀▍ and I had been looking for you for ages. are you still forging those new weapons for the cloud knights? don’t even bother… come home… missed… go…”

the words that were spilling out of your mouth went in one ear and out of the other. throughout the midst of this, he was still stuck on you, and what this meant. you two must have known each other in his past life. the one he just severed his ties to.

 even while knowing this, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of your form. he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. but he doesn’t question it much. not when you motioned your hand towards his still one. not when you grabbed it, your warmth spreading through his cold hand, even if for a split second. he didn’t even question it when he watched his… old self, white hair flowing down his back, be taken away by your sweet voice.

he felt oddly at peace. watching the two of you quietly walk away now in a field of lilies, your smile clearly infectious to himself. this was until he felt webs crawling their way up from his feet, slowly inching towards his head. his vision grew blurry again, and he quickly realized his fleeting dream has come to its end. he accepted without fuss.

soon, he was done. kafka was talking to him about the procedure or something along those lines. he didn’t really recall what she exactly said, something about the trailblazer fending off monsters while she worked her technique.

kafka realized this, and quietly looked over to where he was looking. across from them in front of the small house was you, conversing with the trailblazer with a gentle smile. he doesn’t know how long he was staring for until he watches you bid the trailblazer goodbye and signal kafka that you were off. 

your eyes locked with blade’s for longer than just a second, a small look of pity in your eyes. you then smiled at him. the same soft smile he saw just moments ago.

he doesn’t know why, but he feels an urge to go with you. to follow you until there was nowhere else to go.

it seemed like he keeps getting rendered clueless when it comes to you.

“i’m off. see you, kafka.”

he grunts, exiting the abode now with something else to haunt his mind. he can’t figure out if he minds it or not.

—

“finally done. black swan, you think they got the rest of the bombs?”

she looked at you smiling, “i don’t think they have, but we’ve made significant progress. the rest is up to them now.”

you hummed, looking out at the night sky on the ship. “do you think it’s an actual bomb?”

she chuckles, “of course not. that masked fool might be dangerous but i’m sure she wouldn’t pull off a stunt as… arduous as this for an actual tragedy. she simply wants to make a fool of everyone.”

you snort. “that does seem like her, doesn't it?”

you both sit in silence under the stars, commotion ringing in your ears. it seems that they’ve only got a few bombs left. you look over at black swan one more time, signaling her that you were gonna go somewhere more secluded. she gives you that small smile again, before leaving you with a message.

“it appears that there's a visitor on one of the top floors of this ship. i think the only reason of his appearance was to see someone in particular. you should go see him. he’s getting restless.”

you picked up on who it was immediately. you gave her a  sigh, giving her a grateful smile. “thanks swan. i’ll deal with it and be right back.”

she looks at you, her brows slightly furrowed as you begin to turn.

“(y/n). you should stop avoiding him, for your own sake. you both are soulmates for a reason. you can never really escape each other.”

you turn around again, about to speak. she beats you to it.

“ah ah. you heard me. i know you. feelings like this make you nervous, but with how everything has been going for you lately, i’m positive you need some stimulation from time to time. embrace it. you are one of the few to be so lucky as to have something as special as a soul tied to your own. accept it.”

you could’ve sworn you heard a little bitterness in her strict yet gentle tone, but she then gives you a pat on your head motioning for you to go up. you say nothing as you watch her go towards where the commotion is.

that woman seemed to always know how to read you like an open book.

—

you try to find the dark-blue haired man throughout 3 different floors, to no avail. if it was not clear before, this was clearly the skills of a stellaron hunter. you make your way to the top floor of the ship, empty and barren. from the top and from behind the railings, you see people still scrambling around.

you figured sooner or later the dark haired man would show himself, and you would be in for a… conversation to say the least. you shake the thought away and observe down to where the trailblazer and firefly are, making their way towards the pool at the front.

you don’t realize, but you hold your breath. black swan told you it was nothing to be fussing over, yet you can’t help yourself. and slowly, you back away, choosing not to look at what might as well be a tragic spectacle. 

you end up hitting your back on something firm.

hands shoot out to grab at your waist, steadying you. you look up, finally meeting the gaze of the man you were avoiding right up until now.

“blade.” your breath hitches in your throat. 

he acknowledges you with a low hum before releasing you. he makes his way to the railing watching his fellow stellaron hunter, and you take this as an invitation to observe along with him.

you decide to break the silence.

“i thought you weren’t included in that script of yours. i heard as much at least from firefly.” you try to carefully choose your words, not knowing what to say from here.

“let’s just say… a certain birdie gave me a clue as to where i could go next.”

black swan.

you sigh, that memokeeper has meddled far too much in your life already.

“calm yourself. that woman has her own agenda to be sure, but she doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions.” he’s quiet before he adds on to his statement. “i cannot say the same for another.”

with this, you look back at him with a puzzled expression. “is this about our first encounter? well i did not mean for things to escalate as quickly as they did, but-”

he turns to you with anger, quickly pinning you against the railings.

“i am not talking about that.”

“i meant the last time we saw one another. when you put me in that… trance.”

you look at him with shock as he spits out that last word. does he hate you? what did he even see?

you collect yourself, now glaring up at him the same way as you did the first time. “what did you expect me to do? rock you against my chest with a nice lullaby to go with it? i did what was necessary, i’m sure you understand. i wouldn’t have even been there if it hadn’t been for-”

“do you remember?”

his gruff voice cuts you off yet again. and by this point you’ve grown fed up with his antics.

“remember what exactly?”

“my past. your past. our past.”

he grabs your wrist and lifts it to your eye level. it’s glowing, not as bright as before but still prominent enough to where it looks like a dim star regaining its energy. his wrist seems to be doing the same.

“the very… reason… as to why we are even connected yet again in this life is because of something else that took place in the past. and with you being a memokeeper, i’m sure you know more than a thing or two.”

he said the rest through his teeth, his grip unwavering on your wrist. and, for the first time in your life, you felt fear. not just because of the man before you, but of what consequences that could be in store for you because of your past actions.

blade chuckles darkly at your ‘realization’. “do you need a reminder?”

you hear fireworks being set off in the background but you don’t make a single move to see what was happening. the man in front of you bares his teeth a little, and before he could beat you to it, you grab ahold of the back of his head and lean in spontaneously.

the kiss was not slow, sensational or soft. rather it was exactly the opposite. it was all teeth and tongue, your emotions colliding aggressively as you both battle them out. he tastes like nothing you note, until you taste the iron tang of blood on your tongue. suddenly, he takes control, hands sliding and setting themselves firmly on your hips. 

blade was not a forgiving man, you know that now. so why are you hoping for more outbursts like this again? why are you imagining waking up to kisses like these, knowing your lives couldn’t be anymore different?

your vision was growing hazy and your eyes half lidded, threatening to shut. your soft whines against him fuel him even more, his eyes glowing a vibrant red with the light of the fireworks reflecting off of him. your lips detach from his with a delicious ‘pop!’, a string of saliva connecting the two of you before he goes in and starts kissing your throat.

you prided yourself on being a smart woman, able to handle difficult situations with ease. you suppose nothing could have prepared you for this moment in your life, you’ve never met someone filled with as much rage and passion as blade. he was destiny’s slave. and you can’t resist his desperation as much as you’d have liked, instead yours just as much matched his own.

you now realize how close your bodies are. his unusually cold hands are starting to feel warmer now, and a few sweat beads make it down your forehead. you throw your head back, eyes closed shut in pleasure, the wind cooling you off — and at the tip of your tongue, his name. 

“blade…”

he pays you no mind, groaning against your throat as his hands roam around, one sitting on the side of your head and the other on the plush of your ass. he smiles against your skin as you pant out soft gasps, your hands gripping hard in his hair.

blade winces slightly as you pull his hair back, your face flushed and your neck covered in love bites. he looks at you with an unreadable expression before letting his hands fall down to his sides. it appears his old stoic self is back.

you look at him wistfully through your lashes, the fireworks now having subsided and sounds of cheers and drinks clinking making their way inside the vast rooms of the ship. 

you took this as a sign that your time was over with him.

just as you were about to say your farewell and hurriedly make up some excuse that black swan was expecting you, blade takes something out of his pocket slowly and toys with it in his hands. 

it was your dagger.

with a soft exclamation, you reach out towards it. however, it seemed that he had different plans, for he swiftly pulls it away — giving you an annoyingly taunting look with just his brows. he dangles it with his finger through the hole at the base, the metal shimmering.

“are you done?” you prod, crossing your hands.

he looks at you for a little longer, almost as if he’s deciding on whether or not to give it to you. and with careful consideration it seems, he turns to leave.

you supposed this was the stellaron hunter’s way of saying that you two will have to meet again for you to be able to finally take your dagger back, so you let it go. his long dark teal and red hair flow behind him against the wind before he jumps and disappears into the darkness beyond your reach.

“alis volat propiis…” you hum as you yourself turn around as well, staring down at the dying crowd and dimming lights. the promise etched into your wrist always felt like a burden to carry around, with countless theories and what-ifs clouding your thoughts every day. 

actually meeting him changed the way you felt, and you felt yourself already looking forward to your next encounter. maybe you would be able to work with such a childish want.

“he flies by his own wings.”

XOXO, kiss me, dont say no! / / genshin and star rail men . . .

the various ways they kiss you throughout your relationship <3

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive in general but rlly suggestive on the last one lolz

w/c: .774k

author's note: this is lazy ash sorry but ive been so unmotivated recently its crazy also super random but dont let my blog theme deceive u my fav colors r pink and orange im js too lazy to change it LMAO

he opts for more chaste kisses, kisses that are shared between the two of you in passing. forehead kisses that happen between the two of you as he brings you your coffee for the day, kisses on the cheek as he has one hand on your waist to get past you, kisses on the corner of your lips to get that one crumb off of them. they leave you excited and almost pining for the next one. he is a busy man, sure, but he'd never not make time for affection between the two of you.

diluc, ayato, alhaitham, neuvilette, thoma, kaeya, baizhu, chongyun, sunday, dr. ratio, luocha, gepard, blade, aventurine . . .

he gives you a kiss every chance he gets. on your cheek, forehead, nose, neck, and even your chin at times. he's so quick about it, always finding the most obscure places to place his lips. you can't help but reciprocate it, turning it into a game on how many you can give eachother without it being in the same place. it was only when you gave him a quick peck on the lips did he finally click in his head that he could've kissed you there all along. "oh."

venti, itto, childe, heizou, lyney, gaming, razor, kaveh, cyno, sampo, luka, jing yuan, yanqing . . .

he is a gentleman first and foremost. he checks with you by the slightest glance between the two of you before leaning down to press his lips against yours. kisses to the back of your hand, the crown of your head, the veins on your wrist... the list goes on and on. it was to the point where the simplest graze of his fingers on your skin as he fixes your clothes felt intimate. and to be honest it makes you almost fall in love with him again, your perfect gentleman.

zhongli, diluc, neuvilette, thoma, wriothesley, kazuha, ayato, welt, gepard, gallagher, luocha, argenti, dan heng . . .

he is rather the opposite, he is a tease before everything. it seems like you can never have your way with him. his lips would just barely brush with yours, his eyes looking at you with a too-proud smirk. he'd either be insanely quick or painfully slow, no in between. he knew what he was doing, and god was it driving you mad. it was just when you started giving him his own medicine did he understand how you felt, and by the end of the week he was putty in your arms, begging for more.

kaeya, childe, cyno, kaveh, venti, xingqiu, lyney, wriothesley, jiaoqiu, sampo, boothill, aventurine, dan feng, gallagher. . .

his favorite kisses are lazy kisses. kisses that require no minimum amount of effort but still leave you satisfied. he says he just prefers to take his time with you, but all that really means is that he just wants to put his lips on you wherever he can. slow drags of his mouth tickle your skin, his face buried in your neck. he especially loves it when you caress his lips with your fingers before leaning in to kiss him, the soft matress beneath you dipping as you whisper into his ears before sleep takes you both, "g'night."

alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya, scaramouche, aether, jing yuan, dr ratio, blade, welt, boothill, aventurine . . .

kisses with him somehow always feel nervous. like he's inching towards you before (awkwardly) looking away to anywhere but your face. you made him feel like a boy with his first crush, ears slightly red at the possibility of a kiss. many of these times you had to initiate them yourself, easing him into it. now that he had someone to call his own, it felt almost surreal. and unbenknownest to you, he regularly kisses you on your forehead as you're sleeping, your dreams suddenly feeling sweeter than before.

aether, scaramouche, albedo, lyney, bennett, kaveh, freminet, gorou, tighnari, xiao, dan heng, arlan, gepard, moze . . .

his kisses feel straight out of a romance drama, always tender and sickeningly sweet. and you can't help but wonder if he takes notes on your favorites. but no, this was just how he was. the way he'd hold intense eye contact before leaning in to close the gap, the way he cradled the side of your head, even the way he'd softly whisper "is this okay?" each and every time. he leaves your face and neck warm and flushed, and when you try and hide it, he gently tilts your head up with his fingers. "don't hide your face, pretty"

ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, kazuha, neuvillette, venti, kaeya, thoma, argenti, boothill, jing yuan, gepard . . .

he prefers to have his kisses as few as possible, yet with the most passion as he can muster. kisses between the two of you are rare unless its initiated by you, like small gestures like forehead and cheek kisses. but there are times where even he cant deny himself of your lips, pulling you into his lap randomly out of the blue. when he does decide to take pity on the both of you, he takes your breath and soul away. they're hot, heavy, full of pent up emotion, bad or good. and by the end you two are breathing into eachother's mouth, both your eyes telling eachother to not stop.

alhaitham, albedo, scaramouche, diluc, capitano, xiao, sunday, blade, dr ratio, dan heng, dan feng, moze . . .

XOXO, kiss me, dont say no! / / genshin and star rail men . . .

the various ways they kiss you throughout your relationship <3

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive in general but rlly suggestive on the last one lolz

w/c: .774k

author's note: this is lazy ash sorry but ive been so unmotivated recently its crazy also super random but dont let my blog theme deceive u my fav colors r pink and orange im js too lazy to change it LMAO

he opts for more chaste kisses, kisses that are shared between the two of you in passing. forehead kisses that happen between the two of you as he brings you your coffee for the day, kisses on the cheek as he has one hand on your waist to get past you, kisses on the corner of your lips to get that one crumb off of them. they leave you excited and almost pining for the next one. he is a busy man, sure, but he'd never not make time for affection between the two of you.

diluc, ayato, alhaitham, neuvilette, thoma, kaeya, baizhu, chongyun, sunday, dr. ratio, luocha, gepard, blade, aventurine . . .

he gives you a kiss every chance he gets. on your cheek, forehead, nose, neck, and even your chin at times. he's so quick about it, always finding the most obscure places to place his lips. you can't help but reciprocate it, turning it into a game on how many you can give eachother without it being in the same place. it was only when you gave him a quick peck on the lips did he finally click in his head that he could've kissed you there all along. "oh."

venti, itto, childe, heizou, lyney, gaming, razor, kaveh, cyno, sampo, luka, jing yuan, yanqing . . .

he is a gentleman first and foremost. he checks with you by the slightest glance between the two of you before leaning down to press his lips against yours. kisses to the back of your hand, the crown of your head, the veins on your wrist... the list goes on and on. it was to the point where the simplest graze of his fingers on your skin as he fixes your clothes felt intimate. and to be honest it makes you almost fall in love with him again, your perfect gentleman.

zhongli, diluc, neuvilette, thoma, wriothesley, kazuha, ayato, welt, gepard, gallagher, luocha, argenti, dan heng . . .

he is rather the opposite, he is a tease before everything. it seems like you can never have your way with him. his lips would just barely brush with yours, his eyes looking at you with a too-proud smirk. he'd either be insanely quick or painfully slow, no in between. he knew what he was doing, and god was it driving you mad. it was just when you started giving him his own medicine did he understand how you felt, and by the end of the week he was putty in your arms, begging for more.

kaeya, childe, cyno, kaveh, venti, xingqiu, lyney, wriothesley, jiaoqiu, sampo, boothill, aventurine, dan feng, gallagher. . .

his favorite kisses are lazy kisses. kisses that require no minimum amount of effort but still leave you satisfied. he says he just prefers to take his time with you, but all that really means is that he just wants to put his lips on you wherever he can. slow drags of his mouth tickle your skin, his face buried in your neck. he especially loves it when you caress his lips with your fingers before leaning in to kiss him, the soft matress beneath you dipping as you whisper into his ears before sleep takes you both, "g'night."

alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya, scaramouche, aether, jing yuan, dr ratio, blade, welt, boothill, aventurine . . .

kisses with him somehow always feel nervous. like he's inching towards you before (awkwardly) looking away to anywhere but your face. you made him feel like a boy with his first crush, ears slightly red at the possibility of a kiss. many of these times you had to initiate them yourself, easing him into it. now that he had someone to call his own, it felt almost surreal. and unbenknownest to you, he regularly kisses you on your forehead as you're sleeping, your dreams suddenly feeling sweeter than before.

aether, scaramouche, albedo, lyney, bennett, kaveh, freminet, gorou, tighnari, xiao, dan heng, arlan, gepard, moze . . .

his kisses feel straight out of a romance drama, always tender and sickeningly sweet. and you can't help but wonder if he takes notes on your favorites. but no, this was just how he was. the way he'd hold intense eye contact before leaning in to close the gap, the way he cradled the side of your head, even the way he'd softly whisper "is this okay?" each and every time. he leaves your face and neck warm and flushed, and when you try and hide it, he gently tilts your head up with his fingers. "don't hide your face, pretty"

ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, kazuha, neuvillette, venti, kaeya, thoma, argenti, boothill, jing yuan, gepard . . .

he prefers to have his kisses as few as possible, yet with the most passion as he can muster. kisses between the two of you are rare unless its initiated by you, like small gestures like forehead and cheek kisses. but there are times where even he cant deny himself of your lips, pulling you into his lap randomly out of the blue. when he does decide to take pity on the both of you, he takes your breath and soul away. they're hot, heavy, full of pent up emotion, bad or good. and by the end you two are breathing into eachother's mouth, both your eyes telling eachother to not stop.

alhaitham, albedo, scaramouche, diluc, capitano, xiao, sunday, blade, dr ratio, dan heng, dan feng, moze . . .

XOXO, kiss me, dont say no! / / genshin and star rail men . . .

the various ways they kiss you throughout your relationship <3

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive in general but rlly suggestive on the last one lolz

w/c: .774k

author's note: this is lazy ash sorry but ive been so unmotivated recently its crazy also super random but dont let my blog theme deceive u my fav colors r pink and orange im js too lazy to change it LMAO

he opts for more chaste kisses, kisses that are shared between the two of you in passing. forehead kisses that happen between the two of you as he brings you your coffee for the day, kisses on the cheek as he has one hand on your waist to get past you, kisses on the corner of your lips to get that one crumb off of them. they leave you excited and almost pining for the next one. he is a busy man, sure, but he'd never not make time for affection between the two of you.

diluc, ayato, alhaitham, neuvilette, thoma, kaeya, baizhu, chongyun, sunday, dr. ratio, luocha, gepard, blade, aventurine . . .

he gives you a kiss every chance he gets. on your cheek, forehead, nose, neck, and even your chin at times. he's so quick about it, always finding the most obscure places to place his lips. you can't help but reciprocate it, turning it into a game on how many you can give eachother without it being in the same place. it was only when you gave him a quick peck on the lips did he finally click in his head that he could've kissed you there all along. "oh."

venti, itto, childe, heizou, lyney, gaming, razor, kaveh, cyno, sampo, luka, jing yuan, yanqing . . .

he is a gentleman first and foremost. he checks with you by the slightest glance between the two of you before leaning down to press his lips against yours. kisses to the back of your hand, the crown of your head, the veins on your wrist... the list goes on and on. it was to the point where the simplest graze of his fingers on your skin as he fixes your clothes felt intimate. and to be honest it makes you almost fall in love with him again, your perfect gentleman.

zhongli, diluc, neuvilette, thoma, wriothesley, kazuha, ayato, welt, gepard, gallagher, luocha, argenti, dan heng . . .

he is rather the opposite, he is a tease before everything. it seems like you can never have your way with him. his lips would just barely brush with yours, his eyes looking at you with a too-proud smirk. he'd either be insanely quick or painfully slow, no in between. he knew what he was doing, and god was it driving you mad. it was just when you started giving him his own medicine did he understand how you felt, and by the end of the week he was putty in your arms, begging for more.

kaeya, childe, cyno, kaveh, venti, xingqiu, lyney, wriothesley, jiaoqiu, sampo, boothill, aventurine, dan feng, gallagher. . .

his favorite kisses are lazy kisses. kisses that require no minimum amount of effort but still leave you satisfied. he says he just prefers to take his time with you, but all that really means is that he just wants to put his lips on you wherever he can. slow drags of his mouth tickle your skin, his face buried in your neck. he especially loves it when you caress his lips with your fingers before leaning in to kiss him, the soft matress beneath you dipping as you whisper into his ears before sleep takes you both, "g'night."

alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya, scaramouche, aether, jing yuan, dr ratio, blade, welt, boothill, aventurine . . .

kisses with him somehow always feel nervous. like he's inching towards you before (awkwardly) looking away to anywhere but your face. you made him feel like a boy with his first crush, ears slightly red at the possibility of a kiss. many of these times you had to initiate them yourself, easing him into it. now that he had someone to call his own, it felt almost surreal. and unbenknownest to you, he regularly kisses you on your forehead as you're sleeping, your dreams suddenly feeling sweeter than before.

aether, scaramouche, albedo, lyney, bennett, kaveh, freminet, gorou, tighnari, xiao, dan heng, arlan, gepard, moze . . .

his kisses feel straight out of a romance drama, always tender and sickeningly sweet. and you can't help but wonder if he takes notes on your favorites. but no, this was just how he was. the way he'd hold intense eye contact before leaning in to close the gap, the way he cradled the side of your head, even the way he'd softly whisper "is this okay?" each and every time. he leaves your face and neck warm and flushed, and when you try and hide it, he gently tilts your head up with his fingers. "don't hide your face, pretty"

ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, kazuha, neuvillette, venti, kaeya, thoma, argenti, boothill, jing yuan, gepard . . .

he prefers to have his kisses as few as possible, yet with the most passion as he can muster. kisses between the two of you are rare unless its initiated by you, like small gestures like forehead and cheek kisses. but there are times where even he cant deny himself of your lips, pulling you into his lap randomly out of the blue. when he does decide to take pity on the both of you, he takes your breath and soul away. they're hot, heavy, full of pent up emotion, bad or good. and by the end you two are breathing into eachother's mouth, both your eyes telling eachother to not stop.

alhaitham, albedo, scaramouche, diluc, capitano, xiao, sunday, blade, dr ratio, dan heng, dan feng, moze . . .

if it’s not to much, a Sunday moodboard from honkai star rail?? ik he’s kinda hard to find so if it’s too hard for u, don’t worry about it 😅🤍

Dating Sunday <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : this just feeds into my delusions 😵‍💫

Pairing: Natasha x female reader

Warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, drugging, face sitting, hair pulling, praising.

Author's notes: I'm sorry this took long, I got requests for Natasha so I tried to put them all in this one.

MDNI

In the bustling routine of the Underworld, where everyone carried on with their daily lives, except Natasha. She had been in a foul mood lately, and it wasn't solely due to work but also because of something related to you.

Natasha's scowl deepened at the sight of you and Seele spending time together, laughing and teasing one another. However, her frustration reached a new level when she caught you admiring Seele's physique, even going so far as to request to touch it. This had clearly struck a nerve with her.

Natasha's frustration reached a breaking point, and she couldn't contain herself any longer. She approached you abruptly, snatching your attention away from Seele, and forcefully dragged you away from her.

"Nat...?" Confusion filled your voice as you called out to Natasha but she just ignored you and continued to drag you towards her place.

"Nat, you're hurting me…" you called out once more, a note of pain in your voice as you groaned, feeling the tight grip of her hand on your wrist.

Upon reaching Natasha's place, she promptly ushered you into her room. Despite her typically gentle demeanor, her current expression was intimidating.

"I want you to drink this," Natasha said quickly, extending a bottle of liquid. You regarded it with a confused expression, but Natasha cupped your chin. "Drink it." she repeated firmly. Succumbing to the pressure of the moment, you quickly drank all of it in one go. However, everything went black shortly thereafter...

You jolted awake with a start, your heart racing as you tried to figure out what had happened. The room was dimly lit but that didn't stop Natasha from being completely naked before your eyes.

She sat on top of you, one hand gripping your shoulder for support while she leaned down and rubbed her bare breasts against your face. Her nipples were hard and erect, brushing teasingly against your lips and chin. Your nose filled with the intoxicating scent of her arousal; it was like an aphrodisiac in itself.

"Nat..." you called out softly, struggling to fully wake up. You looked up at Natasha with a weakened expression, your senses gradually returning as you tried to piece together what had happened.

Natasha gazed down at you with a gentle smile, her eyes meeting yours as she leaned in closer to ensure she had your full attention.

"I want you to admire my body..." She moved one hand slowly behind your head, guiding it towards her ample chest. With the other hand still firmly holding your face, she pushed up against you gently but insistently until her soft mounds filled your mouth completely. You could feel the hardening peaks brush against the roof of your mouth as they grew more substantial under your touch. The nipples were already erect and protruding into your mouth, teasing your tongue as she began to lightly rock back and forth against you.

"Hmmnf..." You emitted a soft, restrained groan as if your body were attempting to resist, yet you found yourself oddly powerless, rendered completely limp and weak in this inexplicable moment.

"Shh... just suck it." Natasha cooed, her other hand moving to caress your hair. As you began to suckle on Natasha's nipple, she let out a small moan of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. Your tongue swirled around the tip of her nipple, eliciting another soft moan from her.

Natasha wrapped her arms around your shoulders tighter and began to move her hips slightly against you. Her other hand moved through your hair, sending shivers down your spine.

"That feels so good..." she murmured, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment. "You're such a good girl..." she added in a soft tone, but then you felt her grip on your hair tightened as she remembered what you did with Seele, jealousy and anger slowly consuming her mind. "But you can be better." Natasha pulled away, removing her breast from your mouth before changing position, straddling your face with her wet pussy now directly above it. You could feel the heat radiating off of her core as she lowered herself onto your mouth, silently commanding you to taste her essence. Your nose was buried deep inside her folds, filling your senses with the heady aroma of arousal and desire.

"M-Mhmff..!" All the sounds you were making were muffled when Natasha's pussy started moving against your mouth. Each thrust of her hips sent another wave of hot fluid cascading over your tongue and teeth.

"Lick more." Natasha commanded as she gave a firm tug on your hair, pulling your face closer to her wet pussy. Obediently, you licked her passionately, tasting every drop of her arousal.

"Suck." she growled out softly. As you complied with her order by beginning to suckle at her clit through its hood of protective flesh, Natasha let out another loud moan that seemed to echo around the room.

Her body shuddered in response to this new sensation as she began grinding against your face even harder than before. "That's it..." she purred, feeling every ounce of pleasure course through her veins. She moved faster now, rocking back and forth on top of your face with more urgency each time. You could feel her wetness dripping down onto your chin; it was hot and sticky.

With a long, drawn-out moan, Natasha came hard on your face. Her body arched backward as she pressed herself down onto your mouth even harder than before. You could feel her hot cum filling up every crevice of your mouth – it was salty and tangy but also somehow sweet.

Her body shook violently as she rode out her orgasm; every muscle tense with pleasure while she pounded into you without mercy. You could feel her hot cum fill up your mouth until it spilled over onto your chin and cheeks. You gasped for air as you watched Natasha's body tremble, your hot breath hitting her sensitive folds.

"You're mine.. just mine, no one else's..." Natasha's eyes bored into yours, a mix of lust and jealousy playing across her features. Before you could answer, Natasha already lowered herself onto your face once more, spreading her pussy lips wide to reveal every inch of her swollen clitoris and glistening inner folds.

"Stick out your tongue." she commanded softly but firmly. Without hesitation, you stuck out your tongue as commanded. Natasha lowered herself onto it again, groaning softly as the tip of your tongue found its way deep inside her wet heat. Her hips began to grind against your face, thrusting upwards into each lick that sent shivers racing through her body.

As Natasha continued to thrust herself down onto your face, she held onto handfuls of your hair with a vice-like grip. Each tug sent shooting pains through every nerve ending in your scalp.

You couldn't help but groan in pain, trying to get away as Natasha's grip on your hair grew tighter with each passing moment, not wanting to let you go at all. "I don't want you looking at anyone else... just me... okay?" As Natasha continued to stare down at you, her tight inner walls gripping your tongue more and more intensely, it was clear that she expected total devotion from you.

"Mmhm..." Your reply was muffled by her pussy but the look in your eyes was enough to let Natasha understand what you wanted to say. She smiled at you lovingly, knowing that you finally submitted to her. As Natasha lifted her hips, you could feel the weight of her pussy disappear from your face, letting you breathe. A moment later, a warm, sticky stream of liquid fell onto your cheek and into your mouth. It was her cum – sweet, salty, and musky all at once. You eagerly lapped it up like a thirsty kitten, savoring every drop as it flowed over your tongue and down your throat.

Your lips were still coated with her essence when she lowered herself back down to straddle your face again. She let out a soft moan as she felt your wet mouth on her swollen clit. "Mmm... so fucking good..!" she murmured. "Just keep doing that, my obedient girl..." Natasha praised.

As you lapped up Natasha's pussy juice, your mind became clouded with lust. All other thoughts faded away as you focused solely on pleasuring her. Your tongue darted in and out of her sopping wet folds, stroking against her clit with each pass. You moaned around her pussy, tasting every drop of her essence.

"That's it," she purred. "Such a good girl, just for me." Her hands ran through your hair, gently guiding your movements. She began to rock her hips back and forth, the sensation grew more intense. With each thrust, her juices dripped onto your face.

As you lost yourself in the sensation of Natasha's pussy on your tongue, you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you. It was as if time stood still and all that existed was her moist heat against your lips and teeth. You couldn't think straight; all rational thought had fled from your mind like scared rabbits. All you could do was obey her every command – suck harder, lick faster, bite softer. It didn't matter what she wanted or needed; all that mattered was making her feel good.

It's like you've been drugged... she drugged you into becoming hers and hers alone.

HEAD EMPTY, JUST WANNA FUCK YOU PT. 2

pairing: caelus/f!reader, dan heng/f!reader, gepard/f!reader (separate)

cw: (all) sexual fantasies, unconventional turn-ons, they’re all pervs, (caelus) established relationship, gross misuse of lotion?, cum play, hand job, cum eating, mutual masturbation, cumming in pants, he calls you ‘princess,’ (dan heng) m!masturbation, reader wears a skirt, gross misuse of social media pictures, pussy job, overstimulation, marking, cunnilingus, (gepard) reader has long, manicured nails, hand job, choking?, making out, marking, creampie

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CAELUS' eyes can't help but wander sometimes. He doesn't mean to have his attention waver! It's just how he is so it's no surprise that he's slowly zoning your voice out as his eyes traced over your movements like a hawk to its breakfast. You were talking about... what was it... Fragmentums? He wants to apologize but it's not his fault that whatever the subject of your conversation was is so boring compared to how your hands slowly rubbed against each other, a creamy liquid being pushed in between your fingers and under your fingernails. It smells so good too—a feminine maturity with a dark undertone that knocks the breath out of his throat. He watches the way your fingers slowly circled around your knuckles, pressing and massaging each with tender care before sliding your hands up your arms. Your motion causes your skin to ripple gently, bouncing back to shape tantalizingly as the lotion goes from opaque to translucent. His dick throbs at that. Lust sinks its claws into his head and suddenly, the air is too hot because... because what if it wasn't lotion? What if it was his cum that's dripping from your hands? What if after you pumped him dry with your soft hands, you'd rub at your fingers and bring it to your mouth—eyes solely focused on him before they flutter close as you sucked them dry, moaning at the salty taste of him before reaching out and clawing for more? Would you let him fuck into his palm as he watches you squeeze at your flesh, tracing fine lines with another hand as you reached down to your heat? Caelus thinks you'd look so, so pretty as your fingers mimic the way you'd draw circles over your knuckles to your nub—the prettiest as you knock your head back, lips parted in a silent moan as tears well up in your eyes. You'd tell him to "please, please hurry, Caelus!" and he will because there's nothing he won't do for his precious princess. He'll chase his high through the beautiful sight of you and he'll come over your bare chest, using the tip of his cock to spread and paint a love heart over your flushed skin. What can you say? That's just how much he loves you. You'll forgive him for how dirty his thoughts are, right? And for making a mess on your sheets, a dark, wet patch spreading over your comforters as it drips past and down his pants.

DAN HENG prides himself over his control over his sexual needs. In fact, he'd argue that he didn't have much of a libido to worry about in his day-to-day affairs. Ah, but... That was all before you. Something about you has him clenching his teeth, whites of his knuckles appearing as he tried to force the downright disrespectful image of you in his wild, wild thoughts. He's just about flipped you in a hundred different positions in his mind while you cling to his arm, unknowing of how much he's lewding you. Even now, as you lay in peace and secure under the warmth of your blankets, Dan Heng shoves himself in the corner of the archives, pants unbuckled and half-way down his toned thighs as he tried to muffle his sensual groans. It's dark and everyone's already sound asleep and yet, here he was, disregarding the fact that he's a member of the expedition team for tomorrow's mission in favor of rutting up the hand coiled around his twitching cock. It's so unlike him to be so depraved that he can only moan louder around the hem of his shirt that's caught in between his teeth. The way the cool air hit his exposed stomach made him avert his gaze, unluckily—or not—back to the object of his desires. He uses his free hand to reach for his phone, the only light in the room that could illuminate how reddened his cheeks have become. Dilated eyes stared at your profile, fingers spreading to zoom at the patch of skin taunting his heady daze. It's so innocent; how you're beaming at the camera and how you chose such a cute outfit, such a cute mini-skirt for him to rub his cock raw over. Dan Heng's cusses as more fluid oozes out. It's just so invigorating how your thighs looked so heavenly in that skirt, and he's torn between wanting to flip it over to glide his hardened cock over your moist folds until both of your are screaming from oversensitivity or shoving his face in between them, tonguing and leaving hickies over your thighs before sucking the life out of your swollen clit. He lets out the prettiest pants as he approaches his climax and he wonders... Would you be disgusted with him if you saw him like this, disheveled from the need to fuck you dumb? Or would you smile at him like you are now through your picture, encouraging the corrupted descent of his mind? Dan Heng could only wonder about it as cum oozes out of his poor, overused dick—spurting even on his phone, conveniently over your untouched thighs.

GEPARD knows it's wrong; that it goes against not only the Silvermane Guards' code of conduct but also his personal moral standards to think about you with such degeneracy when you're not even doing anything that can come across as a sexual insinuation. Still, against all the fiber and nerve in his body, his heart races. It thumps against his ribcage, pumping blood to his head, making his vision spin and to his cock that strains against the constraints of his pants. He tries to shake it off, thinking of all sorts of tragic things just to remove the weight of immorality over his shoulders but you fan your fingers over his face and fuck—he's a goner. You tap your nails over the metal part of his uniform, giggling guiltlessly as you flaunt your freshly done nails. They're so pretty, you nearly squeal and he agrees. They're so pretty that he can picture them so vividly spreading and gripping his white, linen sheets. The colors would pop up in contrast so well and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from tangling his own over yours as he fucked himself into your squelching pussy from behind. You point out the embellishments you had added and all he can think about is how good it'll feel as you use your nails to graze over his thick cock. You'll giggle cutely into his ear before taking him into your hand, pumping him teasingly at first before you pick up the pace as you feel him press at your throat, guiding you to a sloppy, wet kiss. You'll feel him licking at your teeth, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth while his hand remains as a firm reminder around your neck, and when he bites harshly at your lip, you'll know he's cumming—making a mess all over your fingers. You'll complain about him ruining your manicure and he's pressing apologetic kisses over your mounds. Maybe then, he'll finally let you have a glimpse of why he loves your nails so much. It's so obvious when he gently pushes you to lie on his bed; when he parts your legs and pushes his leaky cock into you; when he purposefully lowers himself while slowly stretching you out. He makes you feel every inch he takes because it makes you so desperate, whining into his ear and reaching around to dig fine, red lines behind his back. The sweet pain from your needy clawing drives him crazy and he's sure that he'll cum if he didn't pause for a bit. You're both already so fucked out but he's not done yet. He plows into you with all the strength and stamina he gained from being a captain and he never slows—just ruts into you like a rabid animal and only after you engrave small crescents over his chest does he shoot his load deep inside of you. He comes back to reality when you snap your fingers in front of him. You miss the dark look in his eyes when he chuckles and disregards your concern with an offer to pay for your next manicure trip.

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warnings!! yingxing x female reader. he's a tease. cunnilingus. vry light pussy slapping. semi-public. you refer to him as 'gege'. petnames: darling, angel. not proofread i wrote this and go eep immediately jus smth short to make up for lack of updates!!! bye i'm embarrassed ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

glands of sweat roll down the skin of yingxing's neck, sticking to the shiny silver strands of his hair—though it does little to separate his mouth from your drooling cunt.

"yingxing—gege, not here...your friends might catch us—ah—" such a funny joke you uttered, to assume that he would be able to stop lapping up your juices when they taste just as sweet—perhaps even better—than the wine he delight in with the quintet.

he doesn't say it directly, opting to bury his head deeper into the crevice of your legs, bringing up two fingers to plant a light smack over your swollen pussy as a small warning and groaning in dissatisfaction when a dollop of your slick trickle down your skin before it falls to the wooden floor—such a waste, he thinks.

the craftsman pulls away for a moment, and oh how lewd he looks right now; threads of your essence webbing on his lips, drenching the tip of his nose and his chin. though not a trace of shame is found on his face—instead, he looks almost elated while drinking your blissful expression, pride buzzing through his entire body as he rubs circles across your thighs. (all littered and covered in teeth marks from your previous escapades)

"hmm? are you scared, darling?" he teases, wiping the wetness off his face only to lick it all clean off his digits, "rest easy, and be good for me, yeah? the door is locked, and the high elder is not a ghost who can step past a wall. you're safe with me, i promise,"

you nod, "j-jus'... make it quick, will you?"

yingxing chuckles, a rather sweet gentle smile spreading from ear to ear across his face, "of course, angel," he stands up, now towering over your smaller stature as the sound of his belt and trousers being undone reaches your ears, the fat head of his cock now inching dangerously close towards the center of your puffy folds, "though i can't promise you that i will be gentle,"

then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place n' have a drink or two.

dr. ratio x fem!reader

synopsis; you make veritas ratio so stupid. is he stupid enough to say 'i love you' when he just met you though? hopefully not.

part two! and then i go and spoil it all by sayin somthin stupid like....

fluff, ratio might be kinda ooc for him to fall for a love at first sight thing. but hes totally whipped for you, i tried 2 make it gen!neutral but "pretty person" just didnt sound right, inspired by frank sinatra's "something stupid."

veritas ratio is not stupid. he doesn't say stupid things, he doesn't think stupid thoughts. he'd say he hates the idea of it, if you were to ask him.

and of course a man with outstanding achievements in the fields of biology, medicine, natural theology, philosophy, mathematics, physics, and engineering wouldn’t stumble at the mere sight of a pretty girl, right? you’d think so, but here he was. mouth agape, clammy hands, and a racing heart. it’s stupid.

just cause a pretty girl happened to talk to him. though, to him, you weren't just a pretty girl. he almost thought he was hallucinating- he was about to check for signs of chemical abnormalities in his brain. it was awkward, actually, as he reached out to touch your steady hand to confirm you were real, but didn't have a game plan for what to do if you were (which you were. you are real. and you did stare at his cold fingers brushing against your knuckles.)

“are you alright, mr. ratio?” you say, a breathy chuckle escaping from your lips. you're sat across the table from him, your drink in your hand as you occasionally take sips from the chunky straw that protrudes from the cap.

all you wanted to do was approach a scholar you deeply admired, but it seems like you caught him at a bad time.

you look at him expectantly.

"um. hello?”

you consider standing up to leave, oh well, maybe you could try your luck with a letter to his assistant.

the sound of an awkward throat-clear is heard from across the table, “hi. i’m sorry, you just startled me. wha.. what do you need?” he says, straightforward and curtly. the way the tips of his ears are red and his voice cracks when he says ‘stArtled’ betray the cool demeanor he's trying to present.

“i recognized you from my booth. thought i had to take the opportunity to chat with such an esteemed man. i hope i'm not intruding too much.” you close your eyes as you take another sip, giving him a break from your intimidating gaze.

oh you, you flatter him. and you know it from the way he almost stumbles over his words and his hands get shakier as he realizes he hasn't moved them far enough away from yours to be normal.

he tries to find something, anything to say. anything to say to keep the conversation going, to flaunt his academic prowess that you approached him for, to keep you here with him, but he seems to have lost it all when you sat down.

“my apologies, i'll leave you be, then.” you say with a smirk. placing your napkin that had been resting in your lap onto the table and grabbing your drink, you give him a curt goodbye and walk out of the café.

well fuck.

he blew it. a girl so pretty he was convinced he was hallucinating her just sat by him and tried to talk to him and he blew it. he thinks about what topic he could pour himself into to distract from, what he over exaggerates to be, the biggest mistake of his life. and then his smartass brain turns back on.

he sees the neatly folded napkin you left behind, with curly red ink and blotches protruding behind the elegant folds. he grabs it and carefully unfolds it,

i was about to be late to my meeting. but i wouldn't want to miss a chance to speak with my favorite scholar.

lets link up ###-###-####

he’s quite happy he didn’t speak his mind when he first met you. you make him so stupid. almost stupid enough to blurt out ‘i'm totally in love with you’ when he just met you. he’ll be sure to set some hours aside in the evening to plan what he’ll say to you next time.

and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like...

dr ratio x fem!reader

(sorry if hes ooc i didnt know how to bring out his assholeyness on a first date withour having the reader standing up and leaving his ass)

pt. 2 of then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two

four days before the date.

you made veritas feel icky. his sweaty palms disgusted him, his jumbled thoughts made him feel like hiding in his study and never leaving, and the way even thinking of you made his heart race made him feel like a fool.

so he did what he does best, and he studied. he worked his ass off. researched breathing exercises and studied the human mind. the feelings he'd read about before, ones he swore he'd never stoop so low to feeling, were now what he seeked to bottle up. not completely, for he is still a man. just enough to not feel like such an idiot.

for the next four days before you two planned to meet, he practiced. in front of mirrors, lying in bed thinking of you; he worked day and night to get back to his normal self. he even suppressed his giddiness and raging thoughts about you enough to get two good days of work in.

7 hours before the date.

ratio is a methodical man. he plans and he executes.

he did not plan to wake up at 3 in the morning the day of your date. and he can’t get back to sleep. he's done his calming breathing exercises, he’s focused his muscle groups, hes counted sheep. he is NOT getting any more rest.

so now hes sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands like that one picture of shinji. a plethora of thoughts are racing through his head,

“what if i look like shit later today?

...i’ll need to wear concealer with my eyeliner today…

...i’m so fucking tired.”

but it's mainly you. what if he messes up, what if he's too rude or snarky? what if you don't really like who he is, like everyone else?

3 hours before the date.

you know how in films the dorky loser main character practices in front of the mirror before talking to their crush? veritas seemed to take it to heart, as he's standing here, leaning on his sink counter, staring at his own reflection (which he spent the last four hours on) and practicing what he’ll do.

his mind is organized and going over what he’ll do (although he's heavily suppressing the jumbled nervous thoughts that are running rampant in the back of his head) but it’s okay! ‘cause this doctor has a plan..!

talk about her outfit

ask her why she was interested in you

… the weather ?

surely the conversation will flourish from there. yeah. he’s totally prepared.

30 minutes before the date.

of course he’s 30 minutes early. if you’re early, you’re on time. if you're on time, you're late. and if you’re late? don’t bother showing up. that's his philosophy. although he's kinda hoping you don’t show up early too. his deep breathing exercises will take at least another 20 minut-

29 minutes before the date.

shit.

he watches as you enter the cafe, nodding to the barista and looking for a table. he notices you noticing him. your eyes light up and you sent a quick wave as you hurry over. but- wait, just a second- he’s not ready! he hasn't even started his affirmatio-

“hey! i guess we had the same idea, huh?” you chuckle, situating yourself and your bag onto your chair.

uh-oh, he’s just staring at you again. well, that's actually completely and totally 100% your fault! he was in the middle of DEEP-BREATHING. don’t interrupt a guy when he's breathing deeply.

“yes. we did. my philosophy on punctuality is that if you’re early, you’re on time. if you're on time, you're late. and if you’re late? don’t bother showing up.” he manages to get out. did that sound too snobbish?

“exactly! if you’re going somewhere, go with a purpose. even if that purpose is to get out as soon as possible, y’know?” you rest your head on your hand and make some relevant motion with the other one.

that's good! that's really good. he just had a conversation with you, just like he wanted. okay, okay. what now? what were his points?... outfit, interest, weather. outfit, interest, weather. outfit…

“are you going to order, veritas?” the sound of his own name from your tongue draws him back to reality. he’d like to hear that again.

“pardon me. yes, i’ll just take a black coffee.” he’s curt and in the back of his mind he's still deciding which point to bring up.

“sooo…. you look lovely. although i almost didn't recognize you without your alabaster head. i like it though.” you say, making small talk. he didn't mind it with you.

‘FUCK she beat me to it’ is what he’s thinking.

“thank you. you look beautiful, as always.” oooo he got you blushing and kicking your feet.

you let out a curt giggle at that, “so, why do you wear that? the alabaster head.” you cock your head to the side a little. you cutie patootie.

“i can’t bear to see idiots. of course, they wouldn't want to see me either.” he replies, matter of factly.

“they’re surely an idiot if they don't want to see you.”

haaah. veritas’ collar feels tighter and his head's getting hot. how's he supposed to react to that? do you have no shame?

and then he implodes because of your overwhelming beauty

okay guys i gotta be honest i have no idea how to conclude rhis ....so idk and then you guys bone or whatever you want ☺️

a/n - i'm so sorry about rhe ending gang but i quite literally could not think of any way to end this and ive been putting it off for weeks so i knew it wasnt getting finished.... whoops! 🤗

dedicated to 🌸 anon <3

(sorry for making you wait so long ml....... 😞)