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

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Stargazing with them PT.1

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Diluc, Kazuha, Gorou, and Venti

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None, not really proofread.

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Headcanons

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: You go on a stargazing date with them. Gender Neutral Reader(Pronouns aren’t mentioned)

ᴀ/ɴ: This was super cute to make, I do have a part 2 coming out soon, I just need to figure out what characters I want to do.

Although Diluc often won’t directly admit it, he rather loves the mundane dates the two of you go on.

Stargazing with you has to be one of his favorite things to do when it is time for a ‘date night’.

Diluc never really stares at the stars.

The beauty of the galaxy that shine billions of miles away could never compare to how stunning you look bathed in the moonlight.

Often times, Diluc just lays there quietly while you point out countless constellations that you have memorized over time. (Thanks to Mona’s help)

Diluc can’t remember the last time he just sat back and relaxed like this with anyone. He is always so preoccupied with his other duties he never really gets a chance to enjoy a moment of peace.

He never really speaks during the times, silently pressing himself into your warmth as much as possible. He wants to be as close as he can get. Even if he is practically on top of you already.

There are times when Diluc will grow confident enough to press little kisses to your jawline as he pulls you closer, allowing his actions to prove just how strong his feelings are for you.

“Would you remind me what that group of stars is called, love?”

If it is one thing that Kazuha adores, it’s to go stargazing with you whenever the two of you have the free time. 

Since you spend a lot of time traveling on the Crux Fleet, your beloved often asks you if you want to lay on the deck and stargaze with him. These are some of your most intimate moments with each other. 

Under the soft glow of the moon shining down upon the two of you, Kazuha often finds himself getting lost in how you look. With your eyes locked onto the galaxy stretching out above the two of you and the way your hair fans out around your head, he can feel his heart beginning to pound.

You both could stay out here for hours simply enjoying each other’s warmth and company as you snuggle beneath the stars.

You decide to take this time to open up about your life before meeting him, telling him little details or stories that he might not have heard before now. 

Kazuha also begins to open up about things he has experienced in the past, he had been reluctant to do so before, but the way you tell him about your life so easily inspires him to do the same.

Aside from the sound of the soft breeze flowing through the sails of The Crux, the only other sound is the chatter you two make and the lapping of the waves around you.

“Spending time with you is probably one of the most magical feelings, my dove.

Gorou, like Diluc, hardly ever has the time to allow himself a moment a of leisure especially with the Vision Hunt Decree still in motion.

However, when the man finally finds the time to spend with you, he almost always asks to stargaze on one of Watatsumi Island’s beaches. Nighttime is really the only free time that he can get, and it isn’t uncommon for Gorou to have to spend days away.

When the time comes to go on your date, he talks about it all day. Literally. As well as to everyone else around which is mostly his troop.

Someone is probably going to kill him if they hear him talk about how much he loves you again.

Gorou almost always brings you these wonderful bright violet flowers that remind him of your personality. That’s what he told you at least.

The moment that he lays his vibrant teal eyes on you, his tail begins to wag earnestly. However, when you point it out to him, Gorou’s face flushes a pretty crimson red and he pretends he doesn’t know what you are talking about.

As the two of you lie down to gaze up at the stars above you, Gorou really can’t keep his mouth shut. He is always talking about random facts he knows, but only about topics that he is sure you are interested in.

He loves it when you rub his ears while you both stargaze, not only is it a nice sensation, it fills him with warmth to know you like some of his more ‘puppy-like’ features.

“Look, My love! I found these flowers that remind me of you! Aren’t they pretty?”

Venti never really seems to be busy aside from when he takes the time to grab drinks from the tavern which means he will always be taking you on as many dates as he can.

The two of you spend quite a lot of time together, aside from when you need to go on missions or do commissions. You probably haven’t spent more than a few days away from each other.

Venti loves to ask you to go to Starsnatch Cliff with him on a stargazing date, not only does he love to star at the stars, but this was the place he first asked you out so it means a lot to him.

He loves bringing his lyre on dates with you so he can serenade you with his wonderful ability to come up with catchy songs on the spot.

While the two of you are gazing up at the stars, Venti can’t help but wonder how good of a person he was in his past life for him to be so blessed to have a partner like you.

Venti always takes the time to pick fresh Cecilias when you are together, facing away from you with a giggle while he weaves them into a beautiful crown. He always comments on how you are his princess and you look the most beautiful with a crown on your head.

During your stargazing date, Venti presses himself into your side as he strums a soft tune on his lyre, almost making you doze of from how nice the atmosphere is: The moonlight was pooling from above casting a soft glow to the earth around you accompanied by the gentle breeze and the scent of the ocean air from the sea below. 

As you doze off, Venti no longer sings, but he does keep strumming his lyre, keeping you in your slumber until he must carry you back to your home.

“Look! A crown for my stunning princess~”

Something of Mine

Pairing: Diluc X F!reader

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

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

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

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

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

“Finished already?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Diluc?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- Ah!”

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

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

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

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

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

Diluc looked at you oddly. “For what?”

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

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

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

"Whispers of Love in the Wind" ↠ Kazuha [FLUFF]

"Just run away with me darling, we'll get real lost"

Characters: Kazuha x GN!Reader (You)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 5,686 (I’m very sorry, this is a behemoth)

Warnings: Kazuha's voicelines, Archon quest spoilers (up to most recent), some mentions of bullying at the beginning

A/N: I love this man so much that I really wanted to write him (and ended up with this monster). Enjoy this little bit of fluff before the angst start coming ;) Yes, I did get lazy on the last haiku. The story is split into seasons, but there's some time that passes between seasons. Prompts supplied by @tartagilicious and @seerie:

➳ "I promised to love you forever"

➳ "I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind"

Also, I want to thank you guys so much for getting me to 400 followers! I never thought this would happen! I am so honored so many of you like my writing and I will continue to work hard!

Spring

Mouth pursed, vermillion eyes squinting in concentration, a little boy carefully holds a brush to paper. He watches as inky rivers flow together, blossoming into beautifully crafted words. The paper ruffle softly from the boy blowing gently on the glistening words, and he makes to wet his brush when-

“There he is!”

Raucous shouts of gleeful laughter fill the air. The sound of stampeding feet could be heard as a group of children rush into the once serene meadow.

Kazuha sighs. Quickly, he rolls up the paper with practiced hands and tucks it into his maple-leaf print sleeve.

“Oi Kaedehara!” A boy with shifty eyes, burly for his age, calls out as he approaches. “What are you doing?” The other children jeer as they

“Nothing that should concern you,” Kazuha replies, standing up slowly.

A scowl darkens the boy’s features, “You got something to say to me, Kaedehara?”

“Not really,” Kazuha says plainly, carefully putting away his brush and inkstone, a gesture that does not go unnoticed.

“What’s this?” The boy grabs a few papers scattered on the ground, the subject of Kazuha’s idle thoughts which had been long discarded hours ago. He scans them quickly and turns to his eager audience as he brandishes the paper like a trophy, “Kaedehara’s writing poetry!” He announces gleefully, saying the words with such a bite that he may as well have been saying that Kazuha was talking to himself.

The crowd guffaws noisily.

“Can I have that back?” Kazuha asks calmly as he crosses his arms.

“Is this what the Mighty Kaedehara clan is reduced to?” Another boy calls out amidst the clamoring. “Writing poetry?” His outburst incites another round of laughing.

“Poor Kaedehara,” the first boy mocks, “From samurai to starving poet is a long way to fall.”

Kazuha sighs inaudibly. He opens his mouth to say something, but another voice beats him to it.

“HEY! PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!” An incredibly furious, albeit tiny, voice sounds from the edge of the clearing. Everyone turns to look for the source. Kazuha watches, slightly amused, as you stomp across the field and stop in front of the boy who had taken the papers.

The boy sneers, looking down at your small figure, “Mind your business, kid, this is between Kaedehara and me.”

“Why are you picking on him?” You glare fiercely.

“Cute,” the boy proclaims, “Kaedehara the samurai needs a kid to protect him!” He mocks and the crowd jeers. “Is this the legacy of the Kaedehara cl-”

The boy suddenly stops speaking, mainly because you sock him in the stomach, a very solid thump!resounding through the air. Everyone gasps as he makes a choking sound, the wind knocked clean out of him.

“You got more to say?” You make a fist threateningly and the boy gulps.

“Come on…. let’s go,” He rasps, gesturing to the other children. They eye you warily as they leave.

Kazuha watches them go, until every last one of them is no longer able to be seen, before he speaks. “That was quite impressive.” There is a hint of admiration in his soft voice.

“My sister, Beidou, always told me to stand up for others. I don’t like bullying,” you shrug, finally turning to look at your white-haired companion. “Why didn’t you fight for yourself?”

He smiles at that, “Sometimes, there is no need to fight.” He kneels to collect the hastily thrown papers, “But I guess in this situation, I had you to thank for,” Kazuha adds, straightening up to turn to you, “Does my rescuer have a name?”

You tell him your name absentmindedly as you gaze down at the black words. Though they were results of Kazuha’s wandering thoughts, each word was written beautifully with care. “Is that a poem?”

“Yes, it’s called a haiku,” Kazuha hums. With a firm hand smoothing out the crinkles, he straightens the papers.

“Haiku,” you repeat curiously. “It looks incomplete,” you study the words.

He reaches into his sleeve then and produces a neat roll of paper, “That’s because it is. Here is the final version, if you care to read it.”

Slowly and carefully, you unfurl the paper and read out loud:

Whispers of the wind,

Once on a gentle spring day,

My worries gone away

Your eyes widen slightly. The meaning of the words was lost on you, but the way the words sounded as they exited your mouth was beautiful, lilting like the notes of a babbling brook. It was like you were singing, without any melody.

Kazuha sets himself down on the ground, arms and legs sprawling without a care in the world as he awaits your verdict, vermillion eyes holding a touch of intelligence beyond his years.

You follow suit as you settle next to him, handing him back the honeyed words. “It’s very pretty,” you nod shyly. Kazuha smiles at the childish compliment and turns onto his stomach.

“Would you like to learn how to make your own haiku?” Kazuha asks, voice as soft as the whispering breeze and just as gentle.

Your head tilts in childlike wonder as you watch him set the paper and brush with the utmost care. “Me?” You ask in disbelief, “I can’t write like you! I don’t even know that many words!”

He shakes his head, pouring out a bit of water into his inkwell. “It’s not about the words,” he says as he picks up his inkstone. “It’s about the feeling.”

The soft scraping of the stone against the clay sounds oddly soothing and you move to peer closer at the inky puddle that is beginning to form in the tray.

“Poetry is all about your emotions,” Kazuha explains, handing you a brush. “Write down how you’re feeling, at this very moment.”

You push your sleeves back as you follow suit, clumsily dipping the brush into the ink.

Kazuha chuckles and he places his hand on top of yours, steadily guiding you. “Well?” He asks expectantly, “How are you feeling?”

You pause, thinking. Kazuha’s hand is warm. As is the sunlight beaming down through the trees.

“Comfortable,” you say finally, “Warm. Happy.”

Scarlet eyes widen slightly in surprise, before curving into pleased crescents.

Kazuha takes your hand and the two of you watch as black words begin to appear across the pure white paper.

It was spring, that you meet Kaedehara Kazuha, a wandering samurai who prefers wielding a brush and ink rather than a sword. His words was as soft as the spring breeze whispering through the trees which made pink blossoms dance. It was spring, that you learn how beautiful words can truly be.

Summer

“Hurry up!” A blue-eyed boy with two fluffy ears calls out, his tail whisking behind him impatiently, “Where’s Thoma?”

“Checking stock, I bet,” Kazuha laughs as he passes you a bundle, which you set down with care into one of the two rowboats waiting in the water. “You know how he is, Gorou,” he adds when the boy makes a face.

“Does he know we’re only going on a trip to Yashiori, and not Liyue?” Another boy in red says lazily from where he is sprawled out on the floor of the rowboat. You nudge his leg, and he barely moves for you to make your way in. A blue-eyed kitten peeks at you before burrowing further into his kimono.

“Tomo, stop sleeping on my fireworks!” A blond-haired girl yells as she comes running down the sandy beach.

“Yoi, why would you even bring them?” Tomo huffs as he picks himself up from the boxes.

“Just you wait! I’m going to make this trip unforgettable!” Yoimiya sticks her tongue out at him, climbing into the second rowboat. Tomo rolls his eyes.

“Sorry I’m late!” Someone barrels onto Yoimiya’s boat and Gorou grabs the person by the shoulders before he could fall into the water. “Thanks,” Thoma straightens up sheepishly.

Tomo finally gets up, “You’re just in time,” he says dryly as he takes upon the oars in your boat.

Yoimiya stretches and passes Thoma the oars. “You’re paddling first.” Thoma nods without complaint.

“Let’s go!” Gorou barks from where he is standing, bouncing his bow against the wood. His excitement is palpable, however, as his tail wags happily.

Kazuha chuckles as he settles in next to you, vermillion eyes sparkling with mirth. You could tell he’s in good spirits. The warmth of his body seeps through his clothes and it’s the comforting presence you’ve learned to associate with him.

“This calls for a poem,” Kazuha announces. You’re close enough to hear the way the words tumble out of his chest, that little rumbling soothing to you.

Everyone except you groans half-heartedly but waits for Kazuha to speak.

“Sun beat upon brow,” Kazuha muses, and he inhales. You follow suit. The air is humid, but not too uncomfortable.

“Well?” Tomo asks, pausing in his rowing. Kazuha motions with one hand, indicating that he’s still mulling things over, and everyone loses interest once more.

“Sea and sky like gifts from gods,” Kazuha turns to send a gentle smile at his rapt audience of one. You sit up a little straighter as you await his final line.

“A good time with dear friends,” he finishes, and you clap gently. The two of you have gotten older since you first met, but the wonder and impact of Kazuha’s words have not left you. The way he speaks, so sure and light, always manages to leave you in awe.

Later that night, everyone settles down to unwind after a day out at sea. Voices are muted as you talk in hushed tones, simply content to enjoy the time with friends. You’re resting against a tree trunk, Kazuha right next to you as he blows lightly on a piece of grass. You hum along to the tune he’s playing, and he smiles.

“It’s starting!” Thoma suddenly announces and everyone sits up a little straighter. You turn your face skyward and wait.

A brilliant streak of cobalt flashes across the sky with a thunderous BOOM! before bursting into gorgeous glimmers of gold. It’s the only warning you get when the entire sky explodes into a myriad of colors. Hues of reds, purples, greens, blues, oranges dazzle your eyes thoroughly. Everyone gasps in delight. In a fit of bravery, you set your head down on Kazuha’s shoulder. You can hear his heart resounding with the fireworks, a gentle beat that echoes your own. It was like you shared a secret, privy only to the two of you. Kazuha doesn’t speak, but he shifts ever so slightly, and then you feel the weight of his arm settle around you. He holds you like that as you watch the rest of Yoimiya’s fireworks show.

It was summer, that you find your friend group. There was Thoma, strong and dependable. Gorou, steadfast and fiercely loyal. Tomo, who enjoyed living life to the fullest. Yoimiya, bright and bubbly. The only constant, however, was Kazuha and you. While others came and went, it was always the two of you against the world, ready to take on anything. It was summer, the season of festivals, that you watch a fireworks show you’d never forget, with a platinum-haired boy by your side.

Autumn

The air is crisp as you inhale, a tiny puff of water vapor exiting your mouth when you exhale slowly. Kazuha looks back at you and extends a hand to you. “Not long now,” he assures you, helping you up the mountainous path.

You hum in reply as you survey your surroundings. The two of you were on a tiny island near Ritou, in time to see the red maple leaves. Just as the seasons had changed, members of your little friend group had come and go. Thoma had been offered a job working for the Kamisato Clan and he had accepted, taking care of the Clan’s affairs. Yoimiya had taken over the family business and had been quite busy making memories for various clients. Gorou had been scouted by the Sangonomiya samurai. There were talks of growing unrest between the people of Watatsumi Island and the Shogunate. You weren’t sure where Gorou stood on the matter, but you figured it was best to remain in the dark about such topics.

“What’s on your mind?” Kazuha asks quietly, breaking through your thoughts, as the two of you maneuver over uneven ground.

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of worry. “Just thinking about the rumors,” you admit with a sigh, “Do you think they might be true?”

Kazuha pauses, pondering your question. “That the Shogun is seizing Visions?” You nod and your eyes fall on the blue-green Anemo Vision swinging lightly on Kazuha’s back. “I won’t pretend to know the Raiden Shogun’s thoughts, but I can’t understand why she would want to do so if the rumors are true,” he muses, “Seizing Visions will not have anything to do with her promises of Eternity. But I fear that Inazuma is entering a period of uncertainty.” He notices the way your brows draw together and the hand that’s holding yours tightens, “Don’t worry, whatever happens, we’ll get through it together, won’t we?” Kazuha offers you a warm smile. It’s enough to chase away the brisk air. You squeeze back and his smile widens. “Now let’s go see some maple leaves.”

You finally laugh, “It’s a shame Tomo is going to miss this.”

“His loss,” Kazuha shrugs, “This is what he deserves for wanting to sleep in.” You’re about to chortle when your breath gets caught in your throat.

“Wow…” You breathe, as the two of you exit out of the woods and emerge into a grove of scarlet maple trees.

It was absolutely breathtaking. A gentle wind ruffles the trees, and ruby leaves shake in their boughs, some flitting through the branches to land softly on the ground.

“What a beautiful red color,” Kazuha muses. You turn back to look at him. Kazuha’s vermillion eyes mirror the leaves, mirth sparkling within them. Grinning widely, you hold up your fingers in a box shape and make the sound of a camera’s shutter.

“Let’s come back next year,” you announce, filling your lungs with big gulps of air as you raise your arms above your head and twirl. Your steps throw the leaves into tiny whirlwinds.

“Sure,” he agrees readily, “When the maple leaves next bloom red, we shall return.”

You should’ve known that all good things eventually come to an end.

You awaken to the sound of someone calling your name frantically. In the darkened hut in which an old farmer was so kind to lend the two of you for lodging, you make out the image of Kazuha pressing a finger to his lips, sword at the ready.

“It’s Beidou,” he murmurs, passing you your katana, “Something’s happened.”

The two of you move out of the hut. “Sis?” You tap Beidou’s shoulder gently and she whirls around. She puts down her claymore once she sees it’s you. “What’s going on?”

“Finally! I’ve been looking all over for you!” Beidou speaks in a rushed tone, grabbing your arm.

Next to you, Kazuha stiffens. “Someone’s coming,” he says quietly as he draws his sword, vermilion eyes scanning the surroundings.

Beidou nods grimly, “It’s the Shogun’s forces, come on.”

“Why would the Shogun come after us?” You are tugged along, Kazuha making up your tail. The three of you move stealthily through the forest, bodies on high alert.

Beidou looks back at you, expression unsure as she stops. “It’s…our parents,” she says finally, “They tried to fight the Vision Hunt Decree…” Her words trail off, but the meaning is clear.

“No…” You breathe, unable to process the news. A hand lands on your shoulder. Kazuha. The comforting weight lends you strength.

The three of you start when you hear a clamor in the distance. “As the Shogun have declared, hand over your Visions!”

Beidou grabs your arm. “We have to hurry,” she hisses, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Thoma managed to get us a boat out, but we have to get there safely first!” You look past her, past the edge of the forest, and you’re close enough to make out a silhouette of a boat bobbing in the water.

The steps get closer and all of you draw your weapons, grim expressions mirroring one another. “We can’t make it in time,” you say softly.

Kazuha’s hand tightens around his sword, “Go,” he says, gesturing to the boat, “I’ll give you time.”

“No-Kazuha! What are you saying?” You reach for him, but Beidou pulls you back. “You can’t! Come with us!”

“I can’t leave Tomo behind,” Kazuha is calm. Too calm. It makes you want to hit him.

“But-” You are muffled by Beidou clapping a hand over your mouth.

“Silence,” Beidou whispers, her body is tense, and you hear fast approaching steps. “We have to go!”

“Go!” Kazuha hisses as he readies his sword.

“Kazu-” you reach for him, and he grasps your hand, interlocking your fingers together. “Will-will we ever see each other again?”

He tugs on your hand then and you collide into his chest. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your forehead, “Even if today is the day that we go our separate ways, I am certain that we will meet again, in some corner of the world. The fate that brings people together is not a cord so easily cut.” His voice is so sure, so confident, that you had no choice but to believe him. “I’ll be fine,” he quells the worries that were about to pop up on your lips. There is a faint sensation of something warm upon your brow, but the feeling is fleeting. “Go, I will find you in the wind,” he promises before shoving you into Beidou’s arms.

“I owe you one,” Beidou nods at him, “Stay alive, won’t you?”

The last image you see of Kazuha is one where his feet is planted shoulder-width apart, sword raised, ruby eyes glinting with determination as Beidou pulls you towards the awaiting boat.

It was autumn, that you flee from Inazuma, leaving behind your home, your friends, and a scarlet-eyed samurai. The air was as cold and sharp as the blades of the Shogun’s forces hunting you down. It was autumn, the time of farewells, that you learn that when the leaves turn red and gold, they symbolize departure and that you had to say goodbye to the one who wore the same patterns as the trees.

Winter

You pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders as you sigh, a white puff of smoke unfurling from your mouth. Every so often, there is a crunch as the Alcor scrapes against ice. A commotion breaks out on the deck below you and you peer over the crow’s nest just in time to see the children tackle one another playfully. Sea Drake barks something at them, but you’re too high up to hear. Another sigh escapes you and you turn your thoughts to what has been the subject of your worries for over a year now. A certain figure clad in scarlet maple leaves with a gentle smile. Kaedehara Kazuha. You had no doubt you would see him again. After all, Kazuha was not one to go back on his words. But it has been well over a year, and you were feeling antsy. Has something happened? You aided Beidou in helping lost Inazumans escape the wrath of the Shogun, but none of the people you picked up were of any familiarity. Hope had never seemed so bleak.

“Man overboard!” A shout breaks you out of your thoughts. “Man overboard!”

The words register in your brain as you lean over the railing. “What?” You yell to the lookout in the crow’s nest above you.

“Man overboard!” He replies as he points at the water. You follow his arm, and you can see a figure struggling in the water. All your breath leaves your chest in an instant. Whoever the person was, they had platinum hair. Could it be? Before you even realize what you’re doing, your body throws itself out of the crow’s nest as you slide down the mast with ease. The burn of the rope is what makes you come to your senses, but you pay it no heed. You’re fixated on the figure in the water as you drop onto the deck.

“Hey, where’ve you been--” you ignore Beidou’s greeting. With leaden legs, you walk unsteadily towards the rowboat waiting to rescue the man.

Time seems to stagnate, and your limbs feels like you’re trapped in amber. Please, you plead silently, although you don’t quite know what is it you’re asking for. You watch as Sea Drake grab the sodden figure to haul him into the rowboat and your breath catches in your throat. There is a red maple leaf emblazoned on the sleeve of the man’s kimono.

The man coughs and you stare as he opens his eyes. Startling scarlet eyes meet yours and you feel a year’s worth of relief cascade upon you.

“Kazuha…” you whisper, fearing that this was a mirage, a trick of the light, your longing manifesting into this hallucination. If so, the archons were playing a cruel joke indeed.

The man in question smiles and there is nothing that stops you from launching yourself at him. Familiar arms, albeit freezing and soaked, wraps around you. You inhale shakily, feeling the culmination of everything you have experienced in a year. It burns through your chest. The beat of your heart roars in your ears and drowns out everything. Your fingers reach out and touch something solid. He was real. He was here. “Kazuha!”

“I’m here,” he murmurs. You can feel his breath against your ear, and you knew he was no hallucination indeed. “I’m here,” he repeats softly until all your doubts, all your qualms disappear. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”

It was winter, that you reunite with Kazuha. The weather was cold enough to freeze even the mighty ocean, but Kazuha’s arms provided you with the ever-familiar warmth. It was winter, that Kazuha finally fulfilled his promise whispered to you long ago, when you were fleeing from the unforgiving metal of the Shogunate’s swords.

Spring

You’re fuming as you watch men load boxes onto the Alcor. In the distance, you catch sight of Kazuha chatting with the Traveler on the deck and your mood sours further. The Crux Fleet was preparing to bring the Traveler to Inazuma, and you were banned from coming along. Worse still was Kazuha planning to spend some time with the Resistance to give them his aid. You scowl harder as you kick a pebble viciously down the street. Ever since the Traveler arrived, Kazuha had been spending more time with them. He was undoubtedly fascinated by someone who could control the elements despite being Visionless. The frown on your face deepens, unbeknownst to your knowledge.

Why do you care?

A voice asks, uninvited, and it makes you pause. Why did you care?

“What’s on your mind?” Someone speaks behind you, and it startles you out of your thoughts

You lurch forward with a yelp and is about to fall off the dock when an arm wraps around your stomach, holding you securely. You gulp as you turn around to face your rescuer. “Ka-Kazuha!” You splutter, feeling like your heart is about to burst out of your chest.

“Sorry,” Kazuha waits until you steady yourself to remove his arm from your waist. “You seemed really deep in thought, did I ruin anything?”

“No,” you shake your head and sigh, averting his eyes. Kazuha follows your line of sight to the Alcor.

Kazuha stops to regard you seriously. You squirm under his piercing gaze and know he’d seen right through you. “It won’t be too long,” he murmurs.

“Must you go?” You ask hesitantly.

“Gorou needs whatever help he can get,” Kazuha admits, “And I think with the Traveler’s help, we can get the Vision Hunt Decree abolished. If I can help even the slightest, I want to.” There is a steady determination running through his voice. “After all, Tomo died for this. I want to honor Tomo’s last wish.”

“Do you really think this could be solved with the Traveler’s help?”

Kazuha nods, “The Traveler has already defeated dragons and ancient gods. I truly believe that changing times are upon us.”

You smile bitterly, ignoring the pang in your chest when Kazuha mentions the Traveler. Why were you so affected by this?

You were so focused on your internal thoughts that you miss Kazuha’s look of concern as he gently holds your arm to stop you. “Are you okay?” He asks you carefully, ruby eyes scanning yours.

“I’m fine,” you brave a sad attempt at a smile, but Kazuha’s expression tells you he’s not convinced. Truth be told, you didn’t even know why you were acting like this.

“It’ll finally be over soon,” his voice is the gentlest you’ve ever heard, “I’ll write you whenever I can,” Kazuha promises, vermillion eyes shining earnestly.

It was spring again that you send off Kazuha back to Inazuma, with the hope that the Vision Hunt Decree would be removed. Kazuha said his farewells with the promise of sending you letters. It was spring that there were some things left unspoken between the two of you. It was spring that you discover that foreign feelings would sprout within you whenever a certain ronin with the spirit of a wanderer comes to mind.

Summer

You tear open a letter eagerly, scanning the name of the sender. Kazuha’s name is printed neatly on the envelope, as is custom of his letters. True to his promise, Kazuha wrote to you regularly over the past two months he was gone. Inside each letter, he always tucked in a red maple leaf with a haiku printed neatly on it. His haikus ranged from daily events to descriptions of beautiful sceneries. You kept every single maple leaf as each one was a dear treasure.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you read Kazuha’s latest letter. In it, he tells you that the Traveler had successfully defeated the Shogun and that the Vision Hunt Decree had ended.

“By the time you read this, I shall already be on my way back.”

You reread the words. Hope soars in your chest and you can’t stop the broad grin that splits your cheeks open. Kazuha is coming back. You flip over the letter, expecting to see the customary red maple leaf attached to the back, when your smile slides off your face. There is no leaf, no haiku. You pull open the envelope to double check. Nothing. Why is there no haiku?

Over the next two days, you’re unable to sleep, staying up late to ponder what had changed. The next morning, there is a hint of excitement in Liyue Harbor. Whispers of “The Crux Fleet is back!” and “The Traveler defeated the Raiden Shogun!”ring through the air, as you make your way to the docks. Your heart hammers nervously at the sight of the Alcor pulling into the harbor. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess as you search for the first sign of Kazuha. The missing haiku had plagued you for several nights. You want to know the reason why, but you’re scared that something had changed, that Kazuha had changed.

The Alcor gets closer and you’re able to see the faces of the crew members. You spot Kazuha leaning over the railing and raises your hand to wave at him. Suddenly, you’re unable to breathe. There is a dull roar in your ears as you stare at the sight in front of you. Kazuha is smiling at the Traveler, with the crinkles in the corners of his eyes that only come out when he is truly happy. You’ve only seen that smile twice. The first time during the fireworks show so long ago and the second when you pulled him out of the ocean. A sharp pain pierces through you, and you stagger. Your lungs feel like they’re squeezing together. It’s crushing. It’s the worst pain you have ever experienced.

That’s why there was no haiku, a voice whispers from the depths of your muddled mind.

A sob breaks out of your mouth, making a nearby child look at you curiously. You slap your hands over your mouth as you rush from the harbor. You miss Kazuha scan the crowds, however, frowning when he sees your fleeing figure. You miss Kazuha excusing himself politely as he takes off after you.

You collapse onto your knees, when you’re a safe enough distance from the harbor, before you dissolve in tears. Your reactions don’t make any sense, but you’re unable to stop the sobs wracking your body and you curl into yourself.

Why are you acting like this? The part of your brain that remains rational screams at you. Why are you acting like some lovestruck fool?

Love.

Love.

Something clicks then and you break down into a fresh round of sobs when the realization struck.

You’re in love with your best friend. You’re in love with Kaedehara Kazuha.

But why would he want you, when there’s the Traveler, who can manipulate elements without a Vision? The Traveler who defeated the Raiden Shogun, the one who helped get rid of the Vision Hunt Decree.

Thoughts, so thick and poisonous, rob all traces of reason, that you don’t notice a gentle breeze fluttering around you.

Kazuha lands next to you, out of breath. His hair is plastered to his forehead. Panic crosses his face when he notices the state you were in. He calls your name urgently as he places his hand on your shoulder.

“S-stop,” you whimper, trying to hide your face.

He ignores your attempts, “What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?” Kazuha is frantic. You try to fend him off weakly, but he’s not having any of it. Kazuha gathers you into his lap, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his arms around you.

“Kazuha…please,” his gestures are warm, but they only send more daggers of pain into you.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he commands softly, but you shake your head.

How would you tell him? How do you tell him you’ve loved him for this long?

There is a finger under your chin. It tilts your face upwards. “If you won’t tell me what’s wrong, then would you mind if I tell you something?” Kazuha asks quietly. You’ve calmed down enough to answer him with a shaky nod. Sanguine eyes search yours and for the first time ever, Kazuha seems hesitant. “Did you notice something different with the last letter I sent?”

Your eyes widen, but you nod slowly. “A…haiku,” you breathe out.

“Yes,” Kazuha affirms your answer. “Did you wonder why?” You press your lips together as you avert your gaze. You’re not sure you’re ready to hear the answer.

“W-why?”

Kazuha smiles then. It makes your chest simultaneously soar and squeeze together. “It’s because I needed you to hear the haiku in person,” he admits, and you notice that the tips of his ears are tinged pink. “You were always my top supporter, so I figured it was best that you hear this haiku in person.”

You gape at him, mind furiously trying to process his words. “What is the haiku?” You finally managed to say.

His chest moves up and down as he takes in a breath, before he recites:

Sun and moon rejoice

Birds of dawn sing songs anew

Far from home, with you

Kazuha finishes as he awaits your verdict. You process the words carefully, “Kazuha…do you mean…?” You’re unable to finish your sentence, not daring to hope the words meant what you thought they meant.

Kazuha smiles and it’s that smile, the one he shows only when he is absolutely happy. “Did you know,” he begins casually, “Since that night you had to flee from Inazuma, I made a promise to myself. ‘I promised to love you forever.’”

All the breath you were holding leaves your lungs in an instant. If you had not been sitting down, you would’ve collapsed. “Ka-Kazuha…what are you saying?” Your voice is not louder than a mere whisper, for fear of breaking this wondrous dream that you were obviously in.

“I thought this was quite clear,” Kazuha states softly, “Ever since we’ve met as children, I’ve always held you in high regard, always admired your strength and your resilience. But I think it was being apart from you that I realized the admiration has morphed into love. I didn’t want to tell you when everything was uncertain, but now since things have been resolved, I wanted to be honest with my feelings. Every night, I find myself falling asleep with you on my mind. I want to be able to journey together with you for a long time. I want to see the beautiful sights with you. You allowed me to dream of things I’d never even dared to think of. So, if you accept, would you like to accomplish these things together with me?”

You’re speechless. Out of all the outcomes, you’ve never even dared to consider the one where Kazuha might return your feelings. You meet Kazuha’s eyes as he awaits your answer.

If this is a dream, then never let me wake up.

Instead of saying anything, you clumsily reach up to press your lips against his. There is a sharp inhale, and Kazuha takes ahold of your jaw before kissing you with the utmost care.

Three words are uttered in unison between the soft brushes of your mouths.

“I love you”

It was summer, that Kaedehara Kazuha, whom you’ve known since childhood, became someone more than just a friend. Summer was when the two of you affirm your affections for each other. It was summer, that you discover love came in the form of ruby-red eyes and platinum hair. Love was Kaedehara Kazuha, your wandering partner for life.

Fin.

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Kazuha NSFW Alphabet

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Kazuha

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: NSFW (Content will go in detail about sexual activities which may be triggering to some readers.)

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎: NSFW Alphabet

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝: Pretty self explanatory, I am not going to be doing ALL the letters because there are other characters I want to get to!

𝙰 = 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 (𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡):

⭒ Kazuha is definitely the type of person to take after care quite seriously. 

⭒After sex, he is very attentive when it comes to your needs. He will automatically wipe you down with a warm washcloth to clean your body of any mess the two of you caused. He always goes off afterwards to grab a drink for the both of you as well.

⭒ Once the two of you are settled among the sheets, he immediately cuddles into you, petting your hair until you drift off to sleep.

𝙱 = 𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 (𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜):

⭒ Kazuha is usually all about how good your legs look. He often finds himself running his hand along the smooth skin there, fingers idly mapping over every inch of the skin there.

⭒ He often finds himself staring at them subconsciously, amazed by their beauty as well as the little ripple of muscle he can see when you tense them up.

𝙲 = 𝙲𝚞𝚖 (𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚞𝚖, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢):

⭒ Kazuha is quite the fan of filling his partner up with cum. It’s almost one of his favorite things to do, he likes seeing your eyes widen and the little gasp that escapes upon feeling the warmth he pools inside you.

𝙴 = 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢? 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?):

⭒ Kazuha hasn’t been with a lot of partners, but he definitely knows what he is doing when it comes to pleasuring a partners.

𝙵 = 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐):

⭒ Kazuha’s favorite position is missionary, this way he can look down at you while he fucks into you.

⭒ He likes seeing the way your back arches when he hits that sweet spot inside of you, and the way your legs wrap around his waist to pull him impossibly closer.

⭒ He often buries his face in your neck when his orgasm nears, hands fisting in the sheets above your head feeling your legs tighten around his waist.

𝙶 = 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚢 (𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝? 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜? 𝚎𝚝𝚌.):

⭒ While Kazuha has a tendency to crack a fond smile, or ask you how good you are feeling, he finds sex as a rather serious/scared time in which isn’t really appropriate to crack jokes.

𝙷 = 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚛 (𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢? 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜? 𝚎𝚝𝚌.):

⭒ Kazuha hardly finds the time out on the water with Beidou and her fleet to shave. However, if he is at home with his beloved, he likes being clean and tidy which means he is often cleanly shaven.

𝙸 = 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢 (𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝):

⭒ Kazuha is quite the fan of setting a romantic atmosphere to make you feel special. This means playing music for you, having candles lit up, and even scattering flower petals over the bed or floor.

𝙺 = 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔 (𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜):

⭒ Kazuha very much enjoys body worship, however, he doesn’t really mind getting the same treatment in return since he adores your pleasure.

⭒ Surprisingly, Kazuha likes to be treated a bit roughly when it comes to his partner taking on that more dominant role every now and then. He trusts you with his entire being not to seriously injure him, but being manhandled, or guided is something he enjoys.

𝙻 = 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘):

⭒ Kazuha isn’t the most adventurous when it comes to finding places he could possibly have his way with you. He prefers to stick to the secrecy of the bedroom where he knows there are no wandering eyes or ears able to peek in on their fun.

⭒ If things become particularly heated while out doing commissions of enjoying a walk with his partner, and if the wind informs him no one is around, Kazuha won’t hesitate to get you off a few times to satisfy your needs.

𝙼 = 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚗, 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐):

⭒ Kazuha is a sucker for praises and gentle dirty talk. He likes being able to tell you how good you look for him, and how much he wants to fuck you until you’re crying from pleasure.

⭒ He likes his neck to be attacked in kisses, the feeling of your tongue or teeth dragging over his skin is enough to drive him insane. 

⭒ On top of praising, Kazhua loves hearing you beg for him, your whimpers and begs as he glides his fingers over your sensitive spots relentlessly.

𝙽 = 𝙽𝚘 (𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚘, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚜):

⭒ Kazuha has a hard limit when it comes down to hurting a partner, he never wants to purposefully cause you or anyone else that is friendly harm.

𝙾 = 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.):

⭒ Kazuha loves going down on his partner, he loves being able to pleasure them and drive them crazy.

⭒Due to his lack of experience, Kazuha isn’t the greatest at giving oral at first, however, he is always taking his time to learn just how you like to be pleasured. 

⭒ When he gets the hang of giving oral, he prefers to bring you at least one orgasm before he actually fucks you.

𝙿 = 𝙿𝚊𝚌𝚎 (𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕? 𝚎𝚝𝚌.): 

⭒ Typically, Kazuha prefers to take his time with you, worshiping your body and making you feel as good as possible, before allowing himself to indulge his own pleasure.

𝚀 = 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚎 (𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.):

⭒ Kazuha certainly doesn’t mind a quickie every now and again. However, He very much prefers being able to just take his time in your shared bedroom without having to worry about getting somewhere in time.

𝚂 = 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊 (𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛? 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝?):

⭒To put it simply, Kazuha can last however long you do, with his built stamina from staying agile, he is able to hold off at least until you reach your orgasm first.

𝚅 = 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 (𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚎𝚝𝚌.): 

⭒ Kazuha usually isn’t super loud in bed, it isn’t uncommon for him to bury his face in your next to muffle his moans and pants as he fucks into you with fluid, accurate strokes to your core.

𝚈 = 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎?):

⭒ Kazuha’s sex drive isn’t as high as some people might expect, he often only really gets ‘needy’ a few times a week. Spending time with you is enough to satisfy his needs.

⭒ He usually goes away for lengthy periods of time, so when he returns from these trips you can expect to have quite a restless night.

⭒ Kazuha will hardly ever decline you when you are feeling needy, no matter if he is tired or not feeling his best. He often puts his own well being below your need to feel special or simply wanting to be touched. 

𝚉 = 𝚉𝚣𝚣 (𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜):

⭒ Kazuha spends the time after sex making sure that you not only feel safe, but loved as well. So he will pet your hair, and whisper sweet words until you drift off, then and only then does he drift off as well.

The Meaning of Tears

Pairing: Scaramouche X reader

Warnings: Comfort, reader struggles with anxiety

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

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

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

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

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

‘Be careful you don’t mess it up.’

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

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

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

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

‘That’s too high!’

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

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

‘It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s bad!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Over what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘It’s… fine? I didn’t mess up?’

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

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

You nodded. “Better. Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stargazing with them PT.2

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ(s): Thoma, Tartaglia, Zhongli, and Razor.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None, it just isn’t proof read. Gender neutral reader (Pronouns aren’t mentioned)

ᴛʏᴘᴇ: Head canons 

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: You go on a stargazing date with them. 

ᴀ/ɴ: Here is part two! I loved making Razor’s part, because he is such a good boy. There might be a part three, but I am not too sure yet.

Thoma’s first date with you was stargazing, he loves just being out in nature so he didn’t think twice before he asked you to go with him one night. 

Since that date, it has practically become a ritual for the two of you, especially after playing the hotpot game. Assuming that both of you can still stand afterwards without puking.

There are days that you don’t feel like eating before you go, which is fine, because when Thoma meets you at your stargazing spot, he holds a basket full of your favorite foods and drinks the two of you can share. 

Thoma continues these dates, even when you arrive back in Mondstadt when you manage to get out of Inazuma. He takes you to Starsnatch Cliff that same night so you can watch the stars together.

The area around the cliff is rather quiet aside from the gentle lapping of the waves down below and the soft breeze flowing through your hair. As you lay against the grass with a fresh picked Celia in hand, Thoma ceases his talking to gaze upon your beauty.

He decided right then that everything the two of you had gone though in Inazuma was worth it. All the tears, pain and laughter that got you to this point was something he would do again if it meant he could have you.

So as you get lost in the beauty of the stars above you, Thoma gets lost in your beauty too, reaching a slim hand to pull you against his body. Nothing could compare to the happiness he felt when you were around.

The two of you continue to go on these simple dates for years and it becomes some of your fondest memories. Your location may have changed, but the love that radiated from the both of you certainly did not even as he gets down on one knee years later, promising himself to you forever.

“The sight of you under the moonlight cannot compare to any beauty I have seen before.”

Tartaglia has the mora to take you anywhere in Liyue you wish to go on a date, so he is quite surprised when you ask to go stargazing instead of dinner as some fancy restaurant. 

The man is quite the competitor even outside of the little sparring matches the two of do on the daily. This means that he will always try and ‘one-up’ you when it comes to what he brings to your date.

There have been multiple times where he uses his mora to go all out for you, buying roses, dinner, and even dessert. You can remember the first time he went all out like this, in your hands was a bottle of wine and your favorite dessert, but by the time you got to the designated spot, Tartaglia was already there with a whole feast for the both of you.

Tartaglia is now the biggest fan of your stargazing dates, often even telling his subordinates about how you are the most wonderful partner he has ever had.

Even if he seems super tough and playful most of the time, Tartaglia is quite the clingy lover when it comes down to it. He wants nothing more than to spend his days wrapped up in your arms or keeping you trapped in his. He never wants to let you go.

Tartaglia misses being back home in Snezhnaya with his family, but with the way you smile at him under the blanket of stars above you, he never wants to leave Liyue. At least not unless you go back with him.

As the two of you sit under the endless sea of stars above, Tartaglia pulls you closer and begins to tell you about his homeland. He allows his memories of his childhood to flood out in an endless sea of words. It is during this time that you tell yourself that you are definitely going to visit Snezhnaya with him in the future.

"Looks like I win again! Ah, don’t make that face, you knew it was going to happen~”

Zhongli likes taking you out for rather simple dates which is usually somewhere you can drink tea and admire beautiful scenery. Mainly because he doesn’t have much mora usually.

Stargazing with you is not just a cheap option, but it also gives him time to appreciate just how beautiful you are with the moonlight washing over your delicate features.

The two of you take this time on your date to talk about the little things, Zhongli shares subjects with you about his past, things that no one else really knows. You do the same, however, the former Archon already knows most of your life since you did grow up in Liyue.

After you shared your liking for Osmanthus wine, Zhongli never fails to bring some with you for your date. The both of you have stumbled home more than tipsy on quite a few occasions. Tartgalia or Aether have had to escort you two home on numerous occasions now.

Zhongli never brings just wine with him, he often goes to Wanmin Restaurant and orders a bunch of food to bring with him. It’s always the perfect combination for a date, wine, food, and stargazing.

Once the two of you are settled down against the grass, Zhongli can’t help himself from showering you in compliments. Always going on about how the moonlight makes your eyes shine like jewels and your skin glow.

Since this is one of the only moments you have to actually be alone, Zhongli wastes no time in peppering your face in kisses, nuzzling his nose along your cheek. The soft, lingering scent of your perfume has him never wanting to leave your side, you are a gem that he needs to cherish for the rest of eternity. 

He is a very affectionate man at heart, however, he does not wish to participate in public affection as to not make other people uncomfortable. However, the moment that you are alone with him, Zhongli will take the opportunity to pull you in for quite a long cuddle.

“My love, you are more beautiful than even the brightest stars in the night sky.”

Razor’s favorite place to stargaze with you is right where Andrius usually resides, however, the wolf is never to be found while you and Razor are on your date.

He never fails to bring you things like crystals, flowers, or even Electro crystals. The poor boy has gotten shocked too many times to count.

Razor likes being close to his wolf family while the two of you enjoy your dates, this makes him not only feel at home, but safe too. The wolves never dare to approach you without Razor being in your company. Something to do with respect.

Razor doesn’t really understand a whole bunch of human customs, nor is his english the greatest, but he always tries to put a smile on your face.

There are some date nights where you spend your time helping him understand things that he finds confusing, he is glad he has a Lupical like you!

While the two of you gaze at the stars, Razor can’t help but pet your hair as he practically sits in your lap. Human customs may be lost on him to an extent, however, he does know the way you relax into his touch makes his heart do flips.

On colder nights, Razor brings quite a few blankets to make sure that you are nice and toasty. He is used to the bite of the wind, but seeing they way you shiver at the chilly air has him stocking up on blankets for you. He usually gets them from Bennett.

To make sure that you are well fed in his presence, it isn’t uncommon for Razor to ask Aether to help prepare food for you. It usually is mostly meat because he craves the taste, but he always brings you extra vegetables. 

“L-Look what Razor brought for Lupical! Crystals!”

CW: Cupping their face with your hands PT.1 + their reaction. Fluff, GN!Reader, established relationships, use of pet names (Ex: Baby, dear, Dove, Sweetheart, my Lily, my love), soft moments with the boys, blushy boys, gentle kisses being shared, reader has a pyro vision in Dain's section.

Featuring:  Ayato + Dainsleif

Kamisato Ayato

"Ayato?" With a voice just above a whisper, you poke your head into Ayato's office, bright orbs immediately settling on your beloved partner.

Soft ocean eyes turn up from the pile of paperwork on his desk, scanning over your hesitant form in the doorway to his office before a gentle smile curves up the corners of his lips. "Come in, my dear."

Slender arms wrap around your waist the moment you're seated in his lap, Ayato burying his face against your shoulder for a long moment, simply taking in your scent. He has been working almost nonstop for days aside from Thoma or you forcing him to break for meals. Only now does he realize how much he has missed your presence and the way you curl up so perfectly on his lap while he does his paperwork. He has been neglecting you.

Ayato adjusts your body so that you're straddling his lap, legs on either side of his thighs so he can peer at your stunning features. His mouth is turned downward slightly at the beginning of a frown, you knew the words that would come from his mouth next. After all, you had heard the before after he prioritized his work before anything else.

"I-" The hydro user's words are cut off almost immediately feeling your hands on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks sweetly in the palms of your hands. Ocean blue eyes gaze up into yours, his lips parting in slight surprise and a subtle blush settling on Ayato's pale cheeks. The smile that breaks out across his face is nothing but heartwarming, his eyes slipping closed after not a moment more, simply enjoying the way you hold his face so delicately.

A light chuckle resonates from Ayato after a few moments, those breathtaking pools peeking back open just as you lean forward. The urge to kiss him right now is too much to bear. Before the hydro user can even realize what you're doing, you have pressed your lips together in a deep kiss. Yet another soft chuckle escapes, slender arms winding around you tighter to keep you from moving away from him.

Maybe it is time to take a break from his paperwork after all.

Now, physical affection has been rather limited through Dainsleif's life so it has taken a lot for the two of you to get to this point in your relationship. You have spent months traveling together, unsure of the destination, yet knowing the exact paths to take towards this unseen goal. This man trusts you with his life, you're his partner, and he knows you will always have his back in and outside of battle. He has his moments where he is a bit hesitant to accept your touches if he isn't completely sure of what you're up to, this would be one of those moments.

Dainsleif

"Hey Dain?" There is a grin on your face when you call your partner's name, the blonde's head shooting up from the fire he is attempting to make. "Why is it you ordered me to go hunting instead of you? I have the whole fire thing handled...you know I do have a pyro vision."

Seeing the two fish you are holding combined with how proud you look of yourself has Dainsleif smiling to himself before he is gesturing at his failed attempt to start a fire. "Not that I am one to admit these things, but seeing the way you're almost bursting with pride at catching our dinner makes my heart lift just a bit." He chuckles fondly, deep blue eyes following your every move as you place the fish on a wooden stand Dainsleif made for roasting them.

It takes a flick of your wrist as you sit on a log to have a fireball hitting the stack of wood below the fish, igniting the makeshift stove so your dinner can cook. "Come here~" you sigh out, beckoning your partner closer who follows the order with ease, taking a seat on the log next to you.

Before Dainsleif can get any words out, your hands are on either side of his face, cupping the warm flesh of his cheeks in your palms. Instead of shying away like most people might expect him to do, he leans into one of your palms, grabbing the other hand in his own and pressing a lingering kiss to the palm there. The action is simple but sweet making your heart clench in your chest at the sight of just how much this man truly trusts you.

Moving your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck, you tug Dainsleif closer, slotting your lips together with practiced ease. The kiss is tender and lengthy, only breaking when your lungs ache for air. As your eyes lock together, a smile breaks out across his face once more.

"I love you, my Star."

Gorou NSFW Alphabet

Character(s): Gorou

Genre/warnings: MINORS DNI, NSFW Alphabet, mentions of sexual scenarios/kinks.

Description/prompt: NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Wow it's been a while since I've posted. I also haven't proof read this at all either ahaha.

SMUT UTC

A = Aftercare (what they are like after sex):

I feel that Gorou is a very attentive person when it comes to your needs after sexual activities. He will move to get up almost as soon as the two of you are finished, grabbing a towel, water, or anything else you need while you recover.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s):

Gorou loves your hips. Teal blue eyes always manage to drift over the expanse of your bare hips whenever the two of you are getting heated. His hands are almost always gripping at the soft skin as he fucks into you, tugging you impossibly closer to his body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum):

If it's one thing that Gorou loves the most, it's the way you beg for his cum, for him to fill you up with his children. He likes being able to fill you up until his cum drips from around his cock that he has yet to pull out of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they?):

Due to Gorou's constant duties as General of the Resistance, he hasn't had the time to indulge in his sexual desires. That is until you came along. The fox-hybrid might not be as experienced as other people, but he is quite a quick learner. Gorou always manages to pick up on how to make your legs quiver and those desperate moans to louder.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

As everyone would expect, Gorou's favorite position has to be doggy style. Having you on all fours or your ass up into the air while he pounds into you is enough to have him nearly filling you up on the spot. Being able to grip onto your hips as he fucks himself into you at an eager pace, loving the way your silky walls grip onto his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Breeding kink: By far Gorou's biggest kink. he loves being able to fill you up past the brim, loving the way it spills out of you when he pulls back. First time this happens, a soft smile curved the corners of his lips up. "Oh look y/n, you're spilling it all out! It seems we might have to go a few more rounds to ensure that you are stuffed full of my pups, yeah?"

Heavy marking: The possessive side of Gorou loves to see you wearing nothing but his marks. He longs to see the soft skin of your neck and upper torso adorned with bruises and bites left behind by him as a symbol of his love.

Petplay: He likes for you to treat him like the 'dog' he is sometimes, commanding him to rut against your leg if he is that desperate to get himself off, while you are working on more important matters. Being collared while he does so and having your fingers slip under the thick leather to pull him closer will have him cumming embarrassingly fast.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex):

Anywhere in your shared home. Gorou isn't the type of person to take you where others may be able to walk past and see how pretty you look stretched out beneath him. However, if he enters his 'heat cycle' while the two of you are on a journey together, he might just take you wherever he can.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Gorou's turn-ons might vary if he is dominant or submissive in the moment.

If Gorou is playing a more submissive role, praises/compliments that involve pet names are the easiest things to get him going. Hearing little whispers of "Good boy" or "You look so pretty for me." is enough to have him whining as you begin to touch him.

If the fox-hybrid is playing a more dominant role, he loves attacking your neck in feverish kisses and bites until he can hear your soft pleas for more, for him to hurry up with his teasing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Gorou loves giving oral to you. Now, he might not be the most experienced person the first time he goes down on you. However, he memorizes the spots he flicks his tongue over that have you crying out or thrusting toward him to get more of that lovely sensation. His sole purpose is to bring you as much pleasure as possible so be prepared for all the 'experimenting' he does when you have sex the first couple of times. (This is mainly because he wants to be an expert when it comes to your pleasure.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Gorou's pace often varies depending on how desperate he is to feel your silky walls clenched around him and driving him towards an intense orgasm. If you have been edging the poor fox for hours, when he is allowed to fuck you he will make sure to ram in hard enough for you to see stars. If it is a second round with him, Gorou takes his time, cherishing your body and the sounds he can draw out of your quivering frame.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Since Gorou is a General for the Resistance he usually doesn't have much time to indulge himself in long sessions with you as much as he would like. This means whenever he gets the chance, don't be surprised if you end up on your shared bed with Gorou between your legs.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

If he can find the time, Gorou prefers to go at least two rounds with you, one that he can take at a fast pace while the other he can take his time on to enjoy your body. That aside if you're wanting to go a few more rounds, all you have to do is ask nicely and he might satisfy your needs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

When Gorou decides to be dominant during sex, it isn't often that he teases you. Not only does he not have the heart, but hearing your begs for 'more' is too thrilling in his opinion. Pushing you to have several orgasms on his tongue alone will always be his main goal.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

When Gorou is topping you, the only sounds you'll likely get out of him are a few grunts, praises, or low growls if you try to escape his torment on your pretty hole.

However, when the fox-hybrid is the bottom, he is reduced to a crying, begging mess unless he is feeling like a brat or just wants you to fuck him harder.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward):

Gorou, depending on the role he has played during your intense lovemaking, will fall asleep not too long after the two of you are done. However, if he was the one to top you, he will grab you anything you need as well as clean you up before he passes out himself.

CW: Sumeru men bottoming for you headcanons w/Tighnari. NSFW, MINORS DNI, anal fingering, anal penetration, the word 'cock' is mentioned (this can be imagined as a strap), GN!reader, top reader, bottom character, pet names are used, the reader is called 'master' in some sections

Featuring: Tighnari

Tighnari

Asking Tighnari if he would bottom for you visibly sparks something in the Forest Watcher you hadn't expected. His brown-green eyes widen in an instant at the thought, his tail thumping on the bed behind him making you aware just how much he likes the idea.

"A-Anything for you.."

Now, if anyone is going to be a good boy for you, it is definitely Tighnari with his eager-to-please attitude. Maybe it's his puppy nature that has him on his knees for you in an instant, his tail swishing behind him in excitement.

It isn't long before the fox is on his back in your shared bed, his body flushed a pretty shade of scarlet and his head tipping back against the pillows. His lips part as your tongue ghosts over his nipple, a thin whine bouncing off the wall of your room as he arches his chest up toward your hot mouth.

"Y/N...don't tease me.."

Tighnari's nipples are so sensitive that even the gentle pass of your tongue over the hardened bud has him gasping for air, hands fisting in the sheets below the two of you. Even an Archon could be brought to their knees at the sound the poor boy lets out as you give an experimental suck. The Forest Watcher's chest shudders as he draws in a ragged breath, his whimpers high and needy the more attention you pay to them.

By the time you're finished lavishing his nipples with attention, Tighnari's cock is aching, the tip flushed and dripping precum onto his stomach. Brown-green eyes are full of want as your hands dip down to trail over his inner thighs and they tremble at your warm touch in anticipation.

"Please touch me already..."

Tighnari's back arches as your fingers trail up his cock, the pads of your fingers expertly rubbing over the tip and smearing the precum along the sensitive skin. His eyes flutter shut with a gasp as your hand fully encloses his shaft giving him a light squeeze before pumping fluidly, watching as he clenches his fists tighter to stop from touching you.

Sliding your free hand down, you comb your fingers through the soft fur on the Forest Watcher's tail before wrapping around it to give a gentle tug. Before either of you have a chance to blink, Tighnari is keening with a sharp jerk of his hips, trying to push his cock toward your hand in an attempt for more friction. Oh, how you loved to toy with his most sensitive parts.

"Ngh! Y/N..."

It isn't long before you have two fingers buried inside his gummy walls, prodding relentlessly at his prostate, and forcing him to cry out with every thrust of your fingers. His body is flushed a pretty red by now, tears of pleasure clouding his vision as his thighs begin to tremble under your ministrations. The pads of your fingers feel so good rubbing over that bundle of nerves that Tighnari feels as if his mind is melting as you increase the speed of your hand on his cock.

"M-Master" He hiccups, hands trying to find purchase on the bedsheets as the tight heat in his stomach coils tighter. "'M gonna c-cum!"

"Go on, Puppy, cum for me, it's alright." You hum out, head dipping to wrap your lips around the head of his cock, tongue grazing the underside just as the heat in Tighnari's stomach snaps.

The Forest Watcher lets out a garbled cry of your name, his hands desperately grabbing at your hair in an attempt to ground himself as his cock spurts into your waiting mouth. He tugs the soft strands until his orgasm is over and you finally retreat, giving him a moment to breathe after the intense pleasure.

Sleepy brown-green eyes begin to droop after only a few moments of relaxation showing just how much energy the orgasm took out of the hard-working fox. Settling down next to Tighnari, you tug him close to your body causing a tired smile to form on his lips.

"I love you, Y/N."

A light chuckle escapes your throat as you rub a hand over his bare back, pressing a kiss between his ears with a smile. "I love you too, Puppy. Now, let's get some rest before our patrol in the morning."