He Loves Me, I Love Him Not

"Diluc, just let her(their daughter) have some fun for a while. She's been cooped up for long and just... Just let her have this, please"

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, mentions of emotional abuse

He regards you with a pensive look. He looks tired and overburdened. He sighs at your words, turning his head back to look at your daughter, curled up on the small child-sized chair pushed up against the window. The book in her lap is open, forgotten, and she stares out the window with a sad longing that makes your heart hurt.

You know that look.  You know that longing.

Yet at least this overly protective side of Diluc’s fatherhood was something new. Something temporary, you hoped, because you couldn’t imagine your daughter flourishing under Diluc’s tighter reins. 

He had been surprisingly open to letting her enjoy a carefree childhood, and though there was something sick and bitter that grew in your heart when you realized your daughter had more freedom than you ever would, you stamped it down again and again over the years. Let her enjoy that freedom. Let her live the life you couldn’t.

And she did.

Until a few weeks ago.

Your daughter had come running into your arms one morning, eyes filled with tears, voice pitched in some helpless warble that sounded so unlike her. It was more than alarming. Papa, she said, had told her that she wouldn’t be allowed to go into town today after all. She wouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere. Not even to the local school where she’d been attending expensive, exclusive classes. The next day was the same. And the next, and the next.

Oh, he got her new books, and you and the maids and even Diluc himself took turns tutoring her. And she had more toys than she knew what to do with, and she wasn’t discouraged from talking to the maids and cooks, who started eyeing her with more and more pitiful glances as the days, now weeks, went on.

“It’s for her own safety,” is all he said, when you questioned him. “It’s for her protection.”

You’d heard those lines before, but never aimed at your daughter, whose boundless energy kept her outdoors wandering the vineyards; kept her flitting into town with her father, with maids on errands; kept her visiting friends and schoolmates; attending parties, birthdays and childhood afternoon teas filled with pastel pastries.

But the endless days indoors and lack of friends were beginning to change her now. She wasn’t just bored or frustrated. She was losing something, some critical part of herself that had sparked the first time she’d been taken outdoors and was kept lit all these years.

You’d lost that part of yourself. And now he was taking it away from her.

“Diluc,” you repeat, persistent. “You see how this is affecting her. I know you do.” His tired eyes flit from her to you, and you know he sees what you see. It’s like she’s becoming grey.

You turn and gently tug on his arm, and he follows you away from the doorway of her playroom. When you’re safely out of earshot, you turn to him again.

“Why are you doing this?”

“It’s for--” he begins, and you press your hand to his lips, taking a step closer and bringing yourself against his body. The intimacy of the gesture is lost on neither of you. You can’t afford to feel standoffish today, not on important matters like these.

“Yes, I know.  You’ve told me. But why? What has changed from before?”

There’s something in his eyes that darkens. A knowledge he doesn’t want to share with you.

“Diluc,” you say, pressing your hand into his. He accepts it and you squeeze.

He regards you for some time. You don’t say anything, because you know he’s deciding on something. His voice is low and grave when he speaks.

“Children have been going missing. No one knows why or who…” His next pause leaves much unsaid. “But I can’t risk our daughter’s safety. She could be a target.”

You close your eyes and nod. It’s not… wholly unreasonable. But the current situation is not sustainable, and you very much doubt that all the parents in the region are keeping their children like prisoners in their own homes. Manors or not.

“This is killing her,” you whisper, with the confidence that comes from previous experience of what such isolation does to a person. “You’ll kill a part of her that she’ll never get back if you don’t do something.”

When you open your eyes and look at him again, you feel your eyes brimming with tears. You didn’t expect to see his own just as shimmery.

“I know.” He presses you close to him, holding you too tightly for a moment before lessening his grip.

“I’ll…” He pulls back, and toys with the collar of your shirt. “I’ll take her with me into town today. Perhaps we can stop by one of her friend’s homes, for a little visit.”

It’s not much. But it will be enough to keep your daughter’s spark from being totally snuffed out. For now, at least.

“Thank you,” you answer, and you mean it.

please consider; tighnari having nesting behaviour. he cannot help but want to be somewhere … comfortable. safe. somewhere that smells good. consider, too, this behaviour getting even worse as his rut approaches - because of course he needs to have somewhere exceedingly soft and private to pin you beneath him and breed you and get out all of that needy energy–

but also consider: you and he are not yet in a relationship, and though he can feel the grip of his ‘sensible’ nature loosening, he is above all a Nice Young Man. as much as he may want to, he can’t simply drag you away for the duration of his rut and have his way with you. 

now. his ears are sensitive; so is his nose. and the smell of you, the scent of you wafting over towards him when you lean in to give him a report of your patrol or shyly sit beside him or ask him a question … it’s almost enough to push him over the edge. so what if he kept the cardigan you’d once shrugged off, complaining it was too hot (and then complaining you could never find it again). so what if he kept a towel you used to dry off after accidentally falling into the ravine when searching for lunar lotus for him - the laundry haven’t noticed it’s gone missing. it’s just one towel, rangers go through so many of them …

and so what, too, if one day whilst you’re out he slips into your little tent. so what if he reaches into your laundry basket and takes a few … mementos. buries his face into them, tail swishing from side to side in pleasure, ears twitching. you’ll be too embarrassed to mention it–

and it’s fine, too, if he spends his rut with one pressed against his face and the other wrapped around his cock whilst he imagines he’s fucking into you instead of his own fist, face flushed, eyes squeezed closed, his high-pitched whining caught by the fabric that still smells like you. nobody has to know. 

I’m thinking about Albedo, wanting to run a test on you. He wants to make you addicted to him.

Whenever you’re with him, he laces your food. first, with a highly addictive substance, then with an aphrodisiac. your first visit on the side of dragonspine was fairly uneventful, but he could tell you were flustered as you left. he revels in it, wondering if you could even make it down the side of the mountain before your hand was down your pants. or maybe you did make it all the way back home, all pent up and hazy from the drugs, rubbing your little pussy against a pillow like a bitch in heat.

and you come back, and you feel the same feelings. this time, though.. you’re a little less adept at hiding it. he’s made you cum at least six times by the end of the night, and you pass out there. of course, your breakfast the next morning is laced too, and he gets to watch you blush and shake and try to hide it and fail miserably all over again. how exciting.

and eventually it works, you turn up at his shelter more and more often, all but begging for his cock even without the drugs. he successfully got you addicted to his dick, and he’s gonna use it to his advantage.

content warning: noncon, aphrodisiac drug use, mindbreak, masturbation (f), creampie. dark content! anti dc & -17 dni + nsfw under the cut.

ANONNNN big brain i love u for this kiss kiss

It’s the type of feeling that crept up on you almost instantly, lathering your inner thighs with slicks and clouds up your mind with lewd thoughts. All you could think is going anywhere as long as you’re alone, as long as you can hurry your dainty fingers down your panties and twiddle your wet cunt with your hand cupping your mouth to muffle your whines. it’s weird how you’re always like this around Albedo, knees growing weaker, cheeks heating up and by the time you realized, you’re rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs as he speaks.

It’s truly immoral coming from you, but even you can barely hold yourself together right now to think straight. Every subtle touch from him elicits a whine out of you which leads to you quickly excusing yourself without caring about the brutal cold. Not like it could compare with the way your body heats up right now, you just hope and wish to Barbatos that Albedo doesn’t hear you.

Guilt came to play with your heart when you started touching yourself to him, your fingers pumping inside of you, pussy squelching as Albedo’s face flashes across your mind. Embarrassed come next when you showed up at his shelter with a much more disarrayed appearance, begging for him to help you out from this weird situation you found yourself stuck with.

It’s a shame that your vision is too blurry from all the tears if not you could’ve pieced it together— why every time you consumed everything from him your body acts up, why even a spoonful of his food sent this feeling jolting in your body. But at least somebody prefers it that way, Albedo would rather you not know of it. Besides, why would you want to, right?

You’re happy here with him, constantly fucked out of your mind. If his nose isn’t buried in books then it would be buried in you, tongue lapping your wet cunt as the bridge of his nose rub against your puffy clit. And when he’s frustrated with his experiment, he’ll just let it out on you, pushing your soaked panties before shoving his cock inside of you. Not that you mind, all you know is throw your head back and worship his cock, tight pretty cunt clamped down his cock every time you cum all over his lap.

He doesn’t even need to laced your food again.

⸸ Eyes on Me — The Silent Orchestra ⸸

(An AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into aesthetically pleasing humanoids as possible, so OOC and fanon are to be expected. Inspired by my personal experience playing with these fuckers ladies and gentleman for the first time.)

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Mentions of other Abnormalities like the Crumbling Armor, WhiteNight, [Censored], and Nothing There as humanoids. MC knows nothing about classical music.

Pairing: [Insert!MC] x T-01-31

Word Count: 2200 <

Description: The Silent Orchestra was born to be praised. To be loved. To hear the applause of anyone that stumbles upon them. But to guarantee the survival of the facility's entire personnel, it is detrimental that agents must deprive them of that privilege. No matter how deserving, no matter how tempted they are to scream and applause with madness...

...The Conductor must never see their soul.

Warning: general yandere themes (obsession), gore

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The moment the Manager chose to contain T-01-31, the entire facility was bound to fall into break and ruin.

Agent [Name] was in the middle of doing Instinct work on O-05-61 when the warrior suddenly spoke to them.

"Go. Your strength is needed elsewhere." With a wave of his hand, a blue flame began flickering around [Name], sparking a new kind of vigor within them. And just like that, the door behind them slid open.

But before they ran out of the containment unit, they made sure to bow in gratitude.

Sure, it was just something the Abnormality did for those he found worthy, but it was still a nice gesture.

Some personnel had reported feeling wary or anxious around O-05-61. Some said that they felt something akin to a thin line being tightly wrapped around their neck around him. But for [Name], they only ever felt warm, safe, around the warrior, and with the blue flames engulfing them, that sensation didn't disappear, even as they traversed further and further away from O-05-61's containment unit.

Not long after, the Manager immediately ordered them to go to the Central Communications Department. Suppression Work.

[Name] could only assume the worst had happened. That an ALEPH-class Abnormality had breached.

...But who?

It couldn't have been Nothing There nor [CENSORED]. There were dead bodies, yes. A lot of them in fact, but it was too...clean. It was a word they never thought they would use to describe a massacre, but it was true. It lacked the barbarity and unrestrained violence that [Censored]'s unique killing style had. That Abnormality left entrails and mangled remains in its wake, leaving no surface untouched by blood.

But it couldn't have been Nothing There's either. The Assimilator left wounds too large to be from a human weapon. Besides, it favoured short-distance weapons; the scythe and mace in particular. These corpses had bullet wounds.

[Name] couldn't help but feel their heart sink. This was obviously a massacre committed by humans.

All the while, [Name] could hear it, the absolute chaos that was currently the CC Department. It was a tumult of horrified screams and the mad ramblings of agents on a murderous rampage. But even through it all, they could sense it.

The music of the end.

It thrummed through their bones, sending vibrations down their spine. It was as if the very sound was trying to encroach their mind.

By the time [Name] reached the Central Communications Department, they were greeted by absolute chaos. Beneath the sharp howls of violins and flutes, and the angry growls of brass instruments, they found their fellow agents.

The panicking ones were out on a murderous rampage, their eyes crazed with bloodlust as they hacked and slashed at anything that moved, but some were just sitting on the ground, staring catatonically at nothing. Then, there were those who were still sane, struggling to stay intact.

And at the midst of it all was the perpetrator.

He looked tall and proud as he stood there on a platform with his players. His hands gracefully motioned about, waving some sort of stick. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be made from the ivory of bones.

At first, [Name] thought it was WhiteNight, but no. If it was, she should have heard the bells before she even left 0-05-61's containment unit. This was...was this the new Abnormality?

The brass were getting louder, overpowering the soft chords of the strings, until eventually, all slowed to quietness.

But the performance wasn't over yet.

[Name] took this opportunity to land their killing blow. The man—Abnormality had their back turned to them. He was completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Directing the Orchestra? But there was nothing else in front of him other than four women in white, all of whom only played violin and...whatever the bigger violins are called. Didn't they only need the stick-man for a large group of players?

Like WhiteNight, it was a mystery where music was coming from. Quite possibly, this Abnormality had a unique ability that negated the need for physical instruments. That was probably what its little stick was for.

Carefully, they aimed their gun for his head. Sure, a rifle from Der Freischütz won't kill them like it would a human, but it is a humanoid. Surely, a shot to the head would stop him even for just a second?

"S-stop."

A weak, raspy voice halted them. [Name] looked down at the ground beside him and realized the Agent was still alive. Immediately they knelt down. Not to help her, but so they could hear her better.

"How did everyone die?" Information was more important than anything else right now. Their survival relied on being able to avoid whatever killed their colleagues.

"The...music." She began hacking up blood. It took a while before she was able to breathe fine again. "It drove everyone mad."

"Then how come you're still alright?"

"I'm a senior. The lower-ranks weren't able to withstand it. What level are you?"

"Three...I think I have enough Prudence. And fortitude."

"Save it. You think you'll be able to take down that thing on your own? My entire team was decimated by that monster." Her rage seeped through their teeth like the blood on her chin. But beneath it all, they could see grief. Pain.

"Wait for back up, at least. Or hope that this day will be over soon, and you can leave this hell hole to be cleaned up by someone else."

That was...true. The departments from the upper levels were probably still harvesting energy. If that was true, then they should be reaching the daily quota soon.

But that was hopeful thinking. They might finish the day, but would they be able to make it until then?

"God damn, this is what I hate about this job," she angrily spat out, blood mixed with saliva dripping down her chin. "You'll never know what you're dealing with until its out killing all of your colleagues."

"What do you think its defenses are?"

She blinked, trying to recall, but with her blood loss, that seemed like a tremendous task. "I...I don't know. At first, no one could hurt it, but Emily with the Black weapon was able to hurt it for a while. But then, it just stopped working. After that, that awful noise began to ring in my ears, and everyone suddenly went crazy." Tears began to pool in her eyes. "I think...it became immune to damage altogether."

[Name]'s eyes couldn't help but widen.

Immune to damage..? That's..! That shouldn't be possible! If nothing could hurt them, then—

They turned to look back at the pale man. Beside them, they heard the dying Agent chuckle roughly. "What the hell is the Manager going to do about this?"

What the hell, indeed. If it can't be hurt, then was suppressing this thing even possible?

The music became more and more dynamic, probably nearing its finale, until finally, the clanging of metal and abrupt bellows of trumpets warned the descent of the grand finale.

A...flute? Oboe? Whatever it was, it began playing a soft sound similar to a rooster's crow in the morning. And as it did so, the women in white shook their fingers in a way that made the strings tremble.

When it finally did, [Name] thought they could relax...but they knew there were consequences for this.

They failed.

That was when every single person in the room began to laugh, scream, and cry in joy. Except for their senior. The agent beside them only clutched their head, nails digging harshly through their temples.

"What's wrong? Ma'am?"

She began to scratch, the soft skin easily peeling off from the unrestrained force.

"Make it stop make it stop make it STOP!"

[Name] could only watch helplessly as their senior kept banging her head against the floor. They tried to restrain her, but they only wound up with deep scratch marks on their arms. Their weapon might kill her, but knocking them out with the butt of their rifle would be worth it. But just as they were about to do it, all the lights in the department died out.

That was when when they heard the explosions.

All around them, [Name] heard their final cries of anguish before it all ended spectacularly with a bang. It was as if someone had shot them to end their suffering, but...

They touched the blood that splattered onto their face. It was still warm. Rubbing it between their fingers, they felt little chunks of meat and shards of bone.

What kind of gun could...did Der Freischütz shoot his magical bullet?

But that didn't make sense. His bullets never miss. Once he shoots, it hits everything in its way. They should be dead right now.

Their questions were answered soon enough when the emergency lights began to flicker an ominous red throughout the entire facility.

For a split second, they saw it. The corpses lying on the ground. The twisted bouquet of brain mush, eyes, and skull shrapnel where their heads should be.

They could only stand there, shocked. It was only a fracture of a second, but they were already closing their eyes, unwilling to see more.

'Maestro...it seems like one of them made it 'till the finale.'

They heard an airy voice speak, likely from one of the women in white.

Eyes still shut, [Name] could only listen to the clacking of shoes against the CC Department's polished floors. It grew closer, and closer until stopping in front of them. Just a little, they opened their eyes to see.

All they saw was the white of his shirt, the delicate black ornamentations on his tailcoat, and the fine weaving of his cravat. Even amidst all the gore and blood, he somehow remained untouched, unsullied.

The false purity reminded them of WhiteNight, and it made them sick.

[Name] refused to look up. They would have closed their eyes again if it weren't for how angry they felt. From their peripherals, they could still see the aftermath, and now, they couldn't stop looking at it.

The fact that something could kill, cause absolute chaos, and still remain clean, spotless, or act as if they have done no wrong...it made their blood boil.

"Maestro, perhaps she is deaf."

"Or crass. Trashy Another rubble in the heap."

"They must be for not appreciating the marvel they just witnessed!"

A sharp giggle pierced their ears. "Ladies, please. Let's be considerate. We must understand that not everyone has the same refined tastes as us."

At that, all the women began to giggle as if one of them had just said something clever.

[Name] had to grit their teeth at all the insults the airy-voiced women threw at them. She would soon rather go deaf than praise any of these plastic-faced pricks.

What were they even talking about? What did their hearing or taste in music have to do with this?

The Agent was glaring at them when she suddenly felt a cold hand pull their chin away from their direction, forcing them to look at the pristine face of the man. Half of his face looked human.

Well, as human as Abnormalities could look. His skin was as white as the fine fabric of his clothes. It was almost difficult to see the thin line between his true face and the porcelain mask that covered half of it.

His mask's eye was pure black, forever crinkled by the perpetual smile on its black-painted lips. But his true face, the one uncovered, was unsmiling. Dispassionate. Determined.

But for what?

The women immediately hushed upon noticing his solemnity. [Name] could feel their black beady eyes watching them, as if anticipating what their master would do next.

"Maestro, please. Let's not waste our time!"

"I agree! They aren't worth your salt!

"Ladies," the one with the terrible laugh cut in, but this time, there was no disdain in her words. Only stern assertion. "Remember your station. If the Maestro says so, then we follow."

What in the world are they even talking about? He hasn't said a word at all this entire time? Was all the Agent could think.

"Consider yourself lucky, human," a different woman, the one with the...dot with a wavy line drawn on her left cheek said.

Now that [Name] was looking at them, they noticed that all the women had symbols drawn on their cheek, and just like their 'maestro', they all wore porcelain masks. But unlike him, theirs covered their faces entirely.

"Our Maestro is planning another performance. Just. For. You~"

"After all..." One of the women leaned back on their chair. With her chin still pointing up, it was clear she was looking down on them. "...the show doesn't end unless we hear the applause. As such, the Maestro wishes to see you on our next performance."

"We will be looking for you."

And, just like that, all the lights in the facility turned back on. [Name] winced, blinded by the brightness. By the time their eyes adjusted, the ensemble had gone, vanished.

That day, they were busier than usual. Much to everyone's despair, they couldn't end since T-01-31's breach had completely depleted their enkephalin sources. Even the ones that the facility needed to run. Many other Abnormalities breached because of the power outage.

Not long after, the ensemble's entries were updated.

ALEPH-Class, T-01-31.

The Silent Orchestra.

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"Every song has a heart, and a heart, its own melody. By now, you should know his." - T-01-31's Redrafted Entry

This definitely won't be my last snippet on him. No, this is just the first movement~

⸸ Yandere Lobotomy Corp — The Birds of Black Forest Headcanons ( Small/Punishing Bird ) ⸸

(A yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I make as many Abnormalities humanoid as possible)

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Despite what his name might imply, he is the most bothersome to deal with out of all the Birds, because he knows no one can punish him (except for maybe his brothers)

He especially enjoys bothering his beloved agent

As to what you did to deserve his wrath, you won't always know since he could ruin your day for the most trivial of reasons.

Here are some of them~

"They're so irritating. Their smile and voice is so irritating. They should be cowering in fear! Not cooing at me!"

"This human knows how to clean my containment unit. Why can't the others just do it as well as they do? Now, I have to wait for them to do it."

"Ugh, just because you are here to clean my room doesn't mean you have to ignore me while you're at it! Can't you multitask? Humans are so stupid."

"I hate that they know which gifts and treats I like...do they only think of me as a pet?"

"They make me so anxious whenever they are around...They make me anxious when they aren't around...This is their fault."

"Why haven't they come to see me yet ?"

Suddenly, the first warning triggers in the hallway, and everyone tenses up, thinking that a serious threat has breached, but no.

Much to everyone's relief and annoyance, it was just your cute little bird. They came all this way to peck away at your forehead, cheeks, arms, and yank at your clothes all day (and you can't do anything about it because you are afraid of provoking him).

It's pretty obvious that he only ever breaches because he misses his favorite agent. You know, the one who he has been stealing the pens, paperclips, and various junk from.

But good luck making him admit that, you might as well ask him to peck you harder. In his human form, the equivalent is pinching your cheeks or nose.

Truth be told, he doesn't understand why he bothers to hang around you so much. You were just as idiotic as the rest of the agents for trying to profit from something so unstable and dangerous. You honestly remind him of the many idiots that came to the Black Forest...

But you were also the only one who bothered to clean his room properly, not just because it was your job, but because you cared. You were the only one who would ask him if he was comfortable, or felt too cold whenever you adjusted the air conditioner. You were the only one who appreciated his efforts, as pointless as they were sometimes, whenever he breached to beat some common sense back into a panicking personnel.

You made him feel like he...mattered. That his attempts to prevent people from committing even more sins was making an impact.

Which was why he made it his duty to see to it that you don't endanger yourself. Even though it's the reason why he became attached to you in the first place, he found your kindness to be incredibly naïve and foolish.

One day, you would forgive the wrong person, and they would stab you in the back. So, if you can't be cruel when it mattered most...then he will do it for you.

"You're too merciful, [Name]. Can't you see that you're being unjust to me? Why bother suppressing these other Abnormalities? Why do you even try to beat some sense to these stupid humans? You should just let them all die."

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Check out the other headcanons I made on the rest of the Birds~!

⸸ Big Bird's Headcanons

⸸ Judgement Bird's Headcanons

Also, here is P-Bird's snippet~

⸸ Punishing Bird's Snippet

Hi, this is my first time requesting even though I really want to say to you that the Xiao fic you wrote entitled Lament was so good that I am biting my tounge while reading to prevent me from (s)creaming because it was such a chef's kiss.

May I ask if you plan to write a yandere Kazuha? I just really love him. A praise-deprived Kazu which his desire enhances whenever his darling (reader) praises him with no idea of what effect she does.

I just thought that if he's a yandere it would fit if he's a bit younger like 2 or 3 years as the reader would treat him as her younger brother and have known each other as kids which that the reader dotes on him.

Praises him on little things like starting a fire or getting her a sweet fruit in the middle of the forest as we could see Kazu's eyes turning in the shape of heart and she has no idea of what effect she has on him. :)

thank you so much for reading that fic! I still feel somewhat unsure of that fic sometimes, so this comment really helped ease my fears :)

content warning: female reader, stalking tendencies, yandere behaviour—read the tin. you get what you come for, after all.

Late getting around to this since I've just returned from a hiatus, but yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Love the idea of an older darling that’s very much the big sister type. I imagined a bit differently, with darling being the member of Beidou’s ship who has a big family that she’s had to leave behind to follow Beidou. 

And your heart is always so soft for pitiful things, especially since seeing such a lonely, sad young man like Kazuha when Captain Beidou first introduces him to the rest of the Crux members. He doesn’t speak, eyes always downcast whenever you approach him and ask him if he’s well, whether he’s comfortable, what you can do to ease his journey on the ship. Nothing, but he glances away when you approach. 

Well, no matter. You’re one of Captain Beidou’s, and you’re made of sterner stuff. You stop asking questions, even as the rest of your crewmates keep questioning him. What you do is take care of him, coming and going with water, warm soup, little snacks you’ve managed to haggle from the stingy chef on the Alcor. He accepts your offers without a word, only a nod in thanks, the red of his eyes soft, and it warms your heart to see the young man getting more lively in the way he’s moving about the ship. 

He starts opening up a lot more, telling you and Beidou of imminent storms, predicting weather as though he were the Raiden Shogun herself manipulating the storms. The flurry of compliments makes him turn away from you in embarrassment as he would give his thanks. You delight in the sound of his voice, taking to keep him next you and under your wings, determined to have him close. It’s been a long time since you've been really able to take care of anyone like this, and you relish in the opportunity.

The day that he reveals his name is the day you take it upon yourself to use it as often as you can. Kazuha, you’d say, let me do this for you. Tell me about this. And when you ask him whether you could change the bandage on his hand for him, Kazuha looks at you from under his lashes and nods. The lad’s been through so much, you could tell, from the worn calluses on the pads of his fingers and the angry red burn at the centre of his palm. The wound has healed long ago, but there must be a reason he still wears it, so you take the most attentive care in wrapping it.

And as you both travel to and fro, according to whatever whims Captain Beidou feels like following, Kazuha sticks close to you. You praise him as you would your younger siblings at home, a note of compliment never far whenever he does anything of note, whether it be raising the sails, telling the weather, reciting poetry, practicing his sword. You’re not a fighter, being the supplies manager and quartermaster to Juza, but you knew a little here and there. Whenever you’d cross blades with Kazuha, he’d never go easy on you, saying something about there’s honour in giving one’s all against a worthy opponent. You always laugh and ruffle his hair, gushing about how he’s so strong. He always smiles, crimson eyes sparkling as he soaks in your words, a little hum as you bump shoulders with him. Thank you, he tells you, and his answer is airy, as though he were struggling to breathe.

It’s great, having such a mild-mannered young man to fuss over. Nothing like your own rowdy siblings at home who whine at the slightest hint of you ruffling their hair or scolding them about finishing their foods. Kazuha is so considerate too, always leaving you the best cut of the fish that he finds or the most perfect of all the apples he gathers whenever the Alcor docks close to the forests of Mondstadt. Nowadays, whenever you show the slightest discomfort, Kazuha’s always the one speaking up for you, suggesting for you to take a break. 

It’s perfect, having Kazuha as a friend. There’s just one thing… Just one small oddity. He follows you a little too closely. Listens a little too carefully. Whenever you go run your errands, to restock the supplies, to ask for repairmen, Kazuha—even though he’s been assigned his own duties—always appears a few minutes later, breezily saying that he’s done his own tasks and came to see if you were having troubles. Left or right you look, Kazuha is always there. He always finds you.

It gets a little too much, even with your casual nature of always being so warm and inviting. And when you bring it up to Kazuha, a question of, “Maybe we should meet up later, Kazuha? I’m sure you’d like to spend some time by yourself.”

Kazuha shakes his head. “No need,” he says calmly, crimson eyes a little too bright against the sunlight. “I like being close to you.”

You swallow. Not that you didn’t enjoy it, but it was frazzling your nerves, his eyes ever-present in your peripheral, never moving an inch from you. Not even your own siblings had ever been this clingy in their younger days. “Boys your age…” you trail off. “Don’t they prefer to be alone? I’m sure you don’t want me to ruin your fun.”

“Why would you say that?” Kazuha tilts his head, inspecting the way you furrow your brows. He places his fingers over yours, bandages ghosting over your skin. Raises your hand and presses a kiss to the back, the touch of his lips sending up warning shivers. Kazuha says softly, “I’m only worried about you. That’s why I’m here. Is that a problem…?”

“No, no,” you hurry to say, afraid of hurting his feelings, squeezing his hands tight and forcing a smile on your face. Kazuha smiles back, and for a second, the world seems alright, the breeze gentle and soft against your neck. 

But you still couldn’t shake off that feeling, as though the autumn wind had arrived a season earlier than anticipated, its airy blade ready to trim all the green leaves from a summering tree.

Title: Clipped Wings.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Obsessive Behavior and Implied Imprisonment.

Ayato thought he might’ve loved you most, in moments like this.

Quiet and still, tucked safely into his bed, your eyes shut and your breathing steady and your body curled into his side. Your clothes had been left elsewhere, most likely in a heap on the floor or splayed across some inconsequential piece of furniture, allowing your skin to press against his without barriar, and he did what he could to savor your warmth without disturbing you, without doing anything to change the way your head rested on his chest or how your arms wrapped around his midriff – your hold on him growing tighter as you rested.

You were beautiful, exhausted and at peace, and he knew you’d be beautiful in the morning, too, as your rubbed the sleep from you eyes and buried your face in his neck, and the next day, when you’d take him by the hand and drag him off to do something that you’d never done before, whether that meant venturing into Inazuma City for another night of saké and street food or convincing an easily-swayed captain to ferry you over to Kannazuka Island to chase after vague rumors of abandoned mines and dead gods left to rot. Off to do something new, whatever that happened to entail.

If he had his way, this would last forever. Just the two of you, caught up in each other’s embrace, waiting for morning to come with a tempered sort of excitement. Together, with you by his side and him by yours, until the Gods eroded into nothing and all of Teyvat ceased to be.

Hah.

As if you would ever be so merciful.

You’d been clear about your intentions from the start. An adventurer, you’d called yourself, despite your refusal to associate with any recognizable guild or clan – a thrill-seeker travelling with the sole intention of seeing everything and doing everything. You’d been so blunt, admitting that you’d only come to Inazuma by chance, openly regarding his title and his disposition as little more than eccentricities to be examined and adored until something else, something more interesting came along. He was sure you would’ve loved Ayaka’s modest valiance, fawned over Thoma and all his many contradictions, but Ayato thought it would be wise to keep you to himself, for the time being. To protect his own pride, if not to draw out the remnants of your fleeting attention.

You were like a bird of the isles, flitting from place to place, satisfied never to build a nest of your own. Tonight, you might be content to perch yourself on his shoulder, to sing your sweetest song for him and no one else, but the moment something more rare, something more captivating, something more interesting caught your eye, you’d be off, looking for another place to roost – all while Ayato faded into little more than a distant memory. If you'd even remember him at all.

You’d been honest enough about that, too, speaking at length about all your many ‘friends’ in distant nations, comparing his estate to the sprawling manors of Mondstadt and the shinning chambers floating above Liyue’s harbor. You were happy to find yourself in his bed now, sure, and he had no doubt that you held some form of fondness for him when he felt your fingers in his hair and your lips on his, but already, he knew you were making other plans, wondering aloud if they accepted weary travelers on Watatsumi Island or how difficult it would truly be to make the acquaintance of the priestess of the Grand Narukami Shrine. He knew it was only your nature, that you meant him no harm by planning your departure so plainly, but he couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit hurt. He couldn’t help but feel like his precious songbird was simply biding its time, waiting for an opprotunity abandon him.

A small, prying part of him was tempted to panic, to rush, to try and hold your attention for just a few more days, whether he had to plan an impromptu festival or burn the Almighty Shogun’s palace to the ground with his own two hands. If he gave you something to do, if he made sure you were well-occupied and, more importantly, well-entertained, then you might stay, might continue to let him bask in your bright laughter and sun-like warmth for just a while longer. It was a childish kind of hope, born of an adolescence with too little company and too many burdens. He knew better than to think it would be so easy. He knew better than to think that simply delaying your withdrawal would make it any less painful.

No, no. Ayato wasn’t so naïve. Ayato knew this wouldn't be so simple.

Ayato knew that, even with the most guilded cage he was able to provide, his songbird would still eventually fly away from him, and he'd be the one left longing for your music.

A longing he knew, already, that he wouldn't be able to endure.

You stirred as he sat up, but your eyes remained closed and you didn’t wake up. With no small amount of hesitation, he called out to the man he knew would be on the other side of his bedroom door – just where Ayato had asked him to be, should he make up his mind about just what to do with you before sunrise. “Thoma?”

There was a slight delay, a muffled voice. "Lord Kamisato?”

“Find a healer. Bring them to my door and keep them on standby, but don’t let anyone in until I tell you to do so.”

“Of course, my lord.”

Ayato waited until Thoma's footsteps were completely out of earshot, then raised his right hand - watching as a thin stream of water climbed his wrist, curled around his fingertips, and began to take shape in the palm of his hand. Such literal hydro manifestations had never been his specialty, but he was willing to push the limits of his abilities, if only for a few minutes. And a blade was such a simple tool, made to fill such a simple role – even the most inexperienced of vision users should’ve been able to summon one at will. He was sure he could manage, for your sake.

After all, the was only one way to truly keep a songbird caged, and that was to remove its wings entirely.

okay so I just read your post on genshin men if you go quiet , here me out.... What if you are a quiet person in bed? How would they react ??? Like would they pound into you until you scream or would they be content with it??

Oh boi they would have a field day with you regardless of whether you are quiet or not..

They are scrutinizing every little twitch of your body. In their head, they are mapping all the spots that make you tremble. If they find your sensitive spot, you are in for a ride. They love a challenge but when you finally finally let out a sweet moan, they go feral. You sound, oh so sweet. They are almost mad at you for hiding your moans. So, they go harder, so rough, desperate for you. It's enough for you to grab them as you scream for them.

- childe, scara, ayato, kaeya, itto

It was a lost game when you see how determined and desperate they are for your cries. No, they won't stop until you are moaning into the sheets. When you finally open your swollen lips to whimper their name, they are murmuring praises into your ears. They would fuck every sweet sound out of you with scary precision coz they are greedy for you.

- kazuha, zhongli, albedo, thoma, dainsleif

KINKTOBER DAY SIXTEEN

CUNNILINGUS + PUSSY SPANKING

who: genshin impact: kaedehara kazuha/f!reader

kinks: cunnilingus, pussy slapping/spanking, mean!kazuha agenda, orgasm denial, tongue fucking, wet&messy, mild dacryphilia

info: 682 words

summary: kazuha can be surprisingly mean when he wants to.

+ THIS BLOG CONTAINS DARK CONTENT.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST.

Finding yourself laid out in bed with your boyfriend perched between your spread legs was nothing unusual. Kazuha was obsessed with eating you out, he told you all the time how it was always on his mind. He always craved to come home and drown in your perfect little pussy, he said.

Sometimes, however, he could be especially mean. When he was gone for a long time, pent up frustration from being away from you for so long manifested in the urge to absolutely ruin you.

Which is how you find yourself with your knees pinned against your chest, dripping little cunt vulnerable and on display as he slides his tongue between your folds. It rolls over your clit, trapping the little bud in his mouth. Your entire body twitches, heels kicking into his back where your feet are slung over his shoulders.

He glares at you through his bangs, hair messed up from where you’d been grabbing at it. When he pulls away for a breath, you whine at the sight of your slick connecting his face to you in sticky strands that break as he gets farther away.

“You’re so messy,” he snaps, puckering his lips before spitting loudly on your exposed cunt. You whine at the feeling before he brings his hand down to meanly slap your pussy. The sound is loud and wet, your slick and his spit making it sting even more.

“K-Kazu,” you whine, tearily gazing down at him.

He grins, “You’re so pretty when you cry…”

He slaps your cunt again, making your back twitch up at the feeling before he leans back down to capture your clit in his mouth. You squeal at the soothing pleasure after the burst of pain, his experienced tongue circling and flicking the bud as you sigh and moan at the feeling.

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 [𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

kaeya, diluc, albedo, thoma, childe & itto x fem!reader

cw: smut, mentions of kinks. praise is the main one, ugh suckers. creampies, oral [f. receiving + m. receiving.], mentions of squirting, name calling [use of slut], breeding,

one man, one kink. brief explanation of each, bonus of how long they can last [how many rounds]. this was a popular one when i wrote it for AOT, hope you enjoy! + RBS ARE APPRECIATED !

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𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

+ praise, creampies;

loves it when he can throw your thighs over his shoulders and fuck his cock deep inside you, hitting that one spongy spot he can find with such expertise. his airy grunts as he leans down to mutter the sweetest, but nasties of things to you. ‘look at that baby.. how well you’re taking this cock.. that’s what you needed isn’t it? a thick cock to stretch you out like this?’ when he gets closer he definitely loses it, fucks into you harshly, hips slapping letting the sound of your abused, sloshing cunt echo around the room. ‘look at that mess.. mind if i try it?’ he wouldn’t be ashamed of getting messy, he’d wanna eat you out with his cum dripping out of you.

kaeya can last about two rounds, three if he’s really worked up.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

+ orgasm control, praise, overstimulation, spanking;

fucking loves it when you’re riding him, slamming your hips down against his as he grabs at your hips, ass and thighs to keep the momentum going, keep his dick drilling in and out of you. he would moan lowly when he can feel your cunt start to spasm around him, one of his favorite feelings. this is one of the moments he would pull you off of him, flipping you over onto your back only to toss your legs over his shoulders. ‘nasty girl.. you thought you can cum so soon?’ oh and how he would slap his tip against your clit for way too long, knowing it makes you so wet.. oh and when you’ve already cum but he’s still hard he would just keep fucking you through it all. ‘you can give me another one, can’t you? oh yes.. fuuuuuck yeah you can.’

diluc can easily last two rounds, but probably get a little sloppy near the end.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

+ praise, breeding, sensory deprivation;

just the idea of throwing a blindfold over this man and riding him absolutely stupid is driving me up the wall. he would cum so much and so soon without having his sense of sight, imagine how he would whimper and wanna rip it off to fuck his cum into you so deep. ‘that’s it sweet girl.. i-i can’t.. gotta..’ he would rip it off, turning you around to lay down on his desk, resting a hand in the middle of your back, using the other to guide his slicked dick back inside, his eyes wouldn’t stop looking at that white creamy ring start to form around there base of his cock. bedo is a man who would press soft kisses to your spine while beating it up.

albedo can last not as much as diluc and kaeya, he gets pretty sleepy after a bit, probably can’t reach round two til the next morning or after a lil nap in your arms.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

+ degradation, praise, breeding;

very much into calling you names, he would have you bend over with your tits pressed against the counter top as he’s bullying your cervix, letting his tip meld into that sensitive spot inside, feelin you get wetter and wetter with each stroke, starting to splash out and drench his cock. his calloused hand would slowly run you your spine, oh and how he would grip your hair, pulling you up to his chest. he would smirk as he sees the expression on your face in the mirror on the other side of the room. he’d turn his head to look at you while groaning lowly, ‘look how pretty you are.. shit.. such a pretty little slut for me huh? yeeeah you are… fuck, gunna cum,’ he’d throw you back down, both hands gripping your ass cheeks to pound himself inside you deeper, feeling that knot start to tighten harder, letting out the prettiest noise as his cock twitches inside you, unloading his hot cum rope after rope.

childe can easily go a few rounds, his stamina is through the roof, as well as his nasty ass sex drive.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

+ praise, orgasm control, overstimulation;

thoma is such a sweetie pie but that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna use you to get himself off when he’s needy as fuck. he will gladly grip your hips to fuck himself up into you with force if he’s right at the edge. he’d pull you into an empty room and hold your face close to his, keeping his pretty green eyes locked onto yours as he’d fucking himself deeper and deeper by the second, taking it slow at first but then pulling out all the way to start that kind of pace. slow but hard, the way he loves it. ‘c-i can feel every inch inside you.. oh my word.. you feel so good! please take it.. take my load sweet girl..’ when he cums he lets out the prettiest whines, he always ends up fucking himself silly by accident, but you just feel so good tightening around him he can’t help it!

thoma can last two rounds at most, he gets sleepy :(

𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

+ creampies, praise, breeding;

itto fucks to breed, must i say more? okay! he can go ROUNDS and i mean ROUUNNDSSS, like all night. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, itto loves to cum deep inside you, cock warm you after even to feel your cunt throbbing around him, the sound of his cum squelching around him as he makes the smallest of movements. ‘think that pretty pussy can take another load?’ but like.. he doesn’t have normal cum? he’s an oni so like.. there’s a lot.. and it’s so thick that it drips out in globs when he pulls your lips apart to see it all coming out, one of his favorite activities.

fucking all night.

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