What’s In A Name? | Scaramouche/Wanderer X Reader

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YOU LEAVE ME BLACK AND BLUE.

DAY 1 — mirror sex. [feat. kinda public sex / thigh riding / face sitting / hair pulling / teasing / snowballing / blowjob / safe words / riding / choking ] ༉‧₊˚

note. starting off with a bang, here's an almost 8k word fic of pure filth.

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Your knees ache already, but you’re far too caught up in the sensations going through your body to care about such a trivial matter. You’re positioned on top of Al-Haitham, supporting your weight with your arms on either sides of his head. Al-haitham’s legs are between yours and his thigh is raised up high enough for you to grind up and down on it, and Al-Haitham thinks he ended up in the perfect position because he gets a clear view of your face and gets to see you slowly lose yourself in the experience ー slowly come undone.

The old and abandoned library Is empty except for the two of you. Nobody comes around to this place anymore, not ever since the Akademiya built the new one. But this place does store some older, unpopular books that Al-Haitham had wanted to come take a look at. Searching about something related to ancient divine texts, you didn’t understand much of his motives but accompanied him either way. Kaveh was supposed to tag along as well before he changed his mind last minute, making a mistake in leaving you and Al-Haitham alone in a big and empty library. There were no bad intentions at first, exchanging thoughts while flipping through the dusty pages of worn-out books, but talking quickly turned to much more and now you’re in this position.

Really, it’s not like either of you mind it. It’s not your first time and definitely not your last. However, it definitely is your first time going at it in a public place. The door isn’t locked either… You know the place is deserted and it’s highly unlikely someone will drop by but the possibility is there and not impossible. If someone walks in there is no explanation for this situation or whatever it could have escalated to by the time someone does come in and you should probably get up and lock the door but the feeling is too good for you to get up or to allow Al-Haitham to get up, and somehow there’s a thrill in knowing you could get caught. You don’t know when you became so shameless in these matters, but you also found that when your mind is so clouded over by lust, you really couldn’t give a fuck.

“Haithammm… ~” you whine breathlessly. He always loved the way his name rolled off of your tongue, making it sound so beautiful that he didn’t believe anyone else had the right to call him by it anymore. Even back when you would strictly refer to him as ‘Sayidi’. However, hearing it in the heat of the moment always sent a different type of heat down to Al-haitham’s abdomen.

“hm?” he hums in question. However, he didn’t need an answer. Not really. He knew what you wanted, but you were way too fun to mess with. Al-haitham wouldn’t give in without teasing you a little bit more. He — surprisingly — has the patience.

You whine again as your grinding becomes messy, losing the rhythm you had maintained longer than Al-haitham thought you could. “I won’t do anything if you don’t tell me to, Y/N. So, what do you want?”. You get embarrassed easily. You blush quickly, and that leads to you being defensive in a matter of seconds. If Al-Haitham ever brings up the things you said or did in bed previously, you would find a spell to make his mouth disappear for a week. However… As ‘shy’ as you are regarding these matters usually, when actually put in the situation, you don’t care. You balance out that side of yourself with one that’s absolutely wild. You’re not exactly inexperienced, however your experience was mostly with girls. You never felt embarrassed in these situations with girls. The difference is that with them you were the one setting the pace and being in control and turning the lady’s cheeks a rosy red. Now, you’re not. You’re at the mercy of Al-Haitham. And Al-Haitham has none when it comes to wanting to take you apart bit by bit during sex. You feel weak, but you also can’t recall a time you felt as alive as you do when your body Is completely pressed against Al-haitham’s and you’re feeling overwhelmed with every emotion possible as the minutes pass, and when you finally reach climax…

You obviously don’t know what your reaction is like in those moments, but Al-Haitham does. And it must be something worth it to have him constantly chasing after it.

When you don’t give an answer to Al-haitham’s question, he decides to help (torture) you a little bit. He starts moving his leg up in rhythm with your grinding, giving you extra friction roughly; making you moan. “I asked you a question, Y/N. You know I don’t like repeating myself. What do you want me to do?” he repeats, slowly. Grabbing your chin and pulling you out of the hiding spot you chose on Al-haitham’s shoulder and making you face him. You already looked like a mess.

Your cheeks were red because of the blood that had rushed to your face, Al-Haitham can almost feel it pulsing through him. You’re out of breath, panting heavily ー Al-Haitham feels honored (and smug) he could bring out these kinds of reactions from you without even using his hands yet. All he did was just lay there and let you use his thigh as you pleased, and you’re already in pieces. Al-haitham is almost convinced the you he has sex with is a completely different person from the you he’s in a relationship with. Not that he minds, he’s glad he’s the only one who can reduce you into such a scandalous state.

Once you had managed to calm down and compose yourself a little bit, you instantly avert you gaze from Al-haitham’s. You’re thinking about something and it’s making you feel nervous, Al-Haitham can tell as much. It’s unlike you to get nervous during sex, unless you’re suggesting something new and you’re embarrassed about it.

Al-Haitham reaches up to cup your cheek and bring your face back to him. “What do you want?” he asks simply, because he knows the words are on the tip of your tongue, you just need a little push to get them out. You never suggest anything too crazy, the worst you have before is asking to be handcuffed. You hesitate before taking a deep breath in, and proceeding to almost shock Al-Haitham into a seizure with what you say.

“I want to sit on your face…”

Goddamn.. You keep getting bolder and bolder in regards of these requests. Al-Haitham might have to actually feel worried over what you’ll suggest next. He feels he’ll have to draw the line if you ask about throwing any harmful objects into the mix.

But really, how could he deny a request like this? Not like he hasn’t thought about it before.

He smirks up at you, enjoying the way your face becomes an even darker shade of red. A beautiful contrast to the expression you’re visibly struggling to keep confident and steady. “bold request, love” he couldn’t let it slide without teasing you over it, though.

Al-haitham’s hand slowly travels from your cheek down towards the waist band of your pants, hooking a finger under the elastic of both the pants and your panties; giving it an experimental tug and waiting to make sure nothing changes in your expression before he feels it’s alright to take them off completely. Although it was your own suggestion, you might change your mind. If you do however, you could just use the safeword and Al-haitham will halt in a second.

You let out a quiet gasp at the cold air from the library’s big and empty vast spaces that hasn’t seen sunlight in years hitting your exposed skin. You know you’ll probably catch a cold from this later but you can care about tomorrow’s issues tomorrow, right now all what matters is the anticipation bubbling in your stomach and the way Al-haitham is licking his lips as he helps guide you into the correct position.

And so you ended up in this current situation; the one in which you’re sitting on Al-haitham’s face, moans loud and borderlining screams every now and then, face flushed completely as your grip on Al-haitham’s hair doesn’t falter, only pulling him in deeper. Al-haitham felt like he was choking a few times, and everytime he pulls away for air, you would whine and push your weight down on Al-haitham again.

It was.. Kinda hot.

Everything in Al-haitham’s body feels so hot. Despite the freezing cold air surrounding him, he’s still sweating as if he had just ran a marathon, and with every noise coming from you he feels it shoot straight down to his dick and he can’t stop thinking about how good it’ll feel inside of you. He’s going against his own words of being patient. He didn’t even know if he was doing a good job or not, because he’s never tried this position before. But if he was to judge based off of your reactions, he’d say he’s doing a pretty good job. Not that he doubts his abilities. He’s full of confidence and knows he can have you begging in minutes. His hands that were gripping your hips started traveling in different directions. One hand went underneath your shirt and started palming your chest, playing with your nipple. And the other started roaming all over your thigh; squeezing every now and then.

These efforts certainly did not go unnoticed as you threw your head back, eyes closing tight as you moaned in ecstasy. Your own hand gripped over Al-haitham’s that he had on your chest to make sure it stays there, and slowly guiding him to squeezing tighter. Your body felt like it was on fire and your orgasm feels so close yet so far, you’re certain it’s going to make you collapse completely but it’ll also be the best experience of your life. Your knees keep getting weaker and weaker and you know if they give out under you, you’ll drop your entire weight on Al-haitham and that wouldn’t exactly be the best situation to end up in, so you still try your best to keep your balance. You really should have given your knees a break when you were still in the grinding phase.

“Haithamm… Ooohhh… Please…~” you moaned out as Al-haitham pulled away for air again, this time gripping your hips firmly at a distance so you don’t attempt to smother him again chasing your own pleasure. Al-haitham smirked up at you with a chuckle, boy were you a sight to behold.

Your velvet smooth hair that you spent hours on daily was always so well kept, even during battle yet from how much you ran your hands through it in sexual frustration ー and how much Al-haitham pulled on it when you were still making out before it escalated this far, it’s a complete mess. Splayed all over your face and stuck to it because of the sweat. Your shirt was lifted up almost to your collarbone, giving Al-haitham a perfect view of your chest coated in a glossy layer of sweat. His gaze lands on your neck for a moment, and Al-haitham feels the urge to bite into it again. Your face was completely red, not from blushing this time as much as it is from how hot your body feels. Your mouth parted into a perfect ‘O’ and Al-haitham swears he’ll have those pretty lips drooling in a few minutes. Those beautiful eyes so intense and clouded with lust, hooded and staring down at Al-haitham’s own mesmerized ones.

You’re beautiful. As jealous as Al-haitham feels sometimes when people flirt with you or compliments your looks in an overly friendly manner, he definitely could see why. Too bad this kind of view is for his eyes only.

“oh God Haithamm… Are you going to just keep staring or are you going to get back to what you’re supposed to be doing?” you whined, voice laced with the usual bossy attitude yet also rather shaky. You’ve always been needy, so there was no way it’d be any different during sex. And those eyes glaring at him ー or at least trying to ー turned Al-haitham on so much, he wanted to see how far he could provoke you. Yet again.

“What am I supposed to be doing, again? My memory doesn’t seem to be serving me well” he smirked up at you, fighting his own pleasures as well because he finally got a taste of you and he wants to keep going until you come ー then you can move on to step 2; but he figured this chance was just too good. He knows that you can be very impatient and demanding, and you just need the right opening to take matters into your own hands. He wants to see what you’ll do, and whatever it is, Al-haitham is more than willing to accept it. Not without putting up a little bit of a fight, but it’d be boring otherwise anyway!

Your glare faltered for a second before it returned more stern than before. “I don’t appreciate the teasing…” you said in a quiet voice. Al-haitham’s smirk didn’t go anywhere and if it could, it would only get bigger. “I’m not teasing you, though?”. Cue a groan from you. You are too hot and bothered to be dealing with Al-haitham’s shit right now. “Would you just keep going?!” he’s definitely pushing you over the edge. Just a little bit more.

This can end in one of two ways. Either you will crack and start begging for it, or you’ll get annoyed and take control yourself. And Al-haitham would be pleased either way. Let’s go, baby!

“What do you want me to do? Be specific” he whispered to you, his head moving to the side to bite and lick at your inner thigh. Al-haitham felt your thigh twitch as soon as his tongue made contact with it. “Haithamm…” you whined again. “Yes, love?” he kept his teasing up.

He expected something to happen, but that didn’t mean he was ready for it. He heard you growl before muttering “asshole” at him. You gripped Al-haitham’s hair again and guided him to face upwards before you pushed your weight down on him again. Al-haitham groaned as his hands shot up to grip your thighs, and the vibration from his groan mixing with the incredible pleasure of feeling the heat of Al-haitham’s mouth back on you again was enough to have you throwing your head back and moaning as loud as you could.

“oh God oh God.. oh GOD~!!” You yelled when you felt Al-haitham thrust his tongue inside of you, the sounds resulted of that action only intensifying the pleasure in your clouded state of mind. You can only assume Al-haitham likes having his hair pulled because whenever you lose control and grip his hair a little too hard, you’re met with a moan that pushes you closer to the edge. So you try again, pulling slightly on the messy grey hair. You get a slight grunt in response, his tongue not slowing its movements against you.

So you tried a little harder this time, pulling harshly. You felt Al-haitham’s whole body jerk as he groaned loudly.

You smirked down at him. “you like that don’t you, baby?” your voice as sweet as honey, and Al-haitham wouldn’t dare meet your gaze otherwise he knows he’ll come untouched in his pants.

“Gotcha” you whispered as you settled your grip in Al-haitham’s hair again, ready to pull whenever you feels him slacking off. You do take control every now and then, riding Al-haitham’s face, but you worry you might get carried away and end up choking Al-haitham ー or worse, breaking his neck ー so you leave the pace up to him, and he certainly doesn’t disappoint unless he wants to be an asshole.

Then you noticed it. You’d been so caught up, that you didn’t see it at all. All your vision could focus on was Al-haitham. Al-haitham and only Al-haitham. But now that your gaze had shifted from Al-haitham and a little bit upwards, you’re met with a sight that almost makes you choke on air.

Right in front of you, you make eye contact with your own reflection. Position ahead was a cheval mirror, dusty and cracked at the edges. Almost rusting, yet it presented to you your own debauched appearance and you didn’t think you could feel any more desperate. The sight of you sitting on Al-haitham’s face in the mirror, watching as his tongue works it’s magic all over; giving you a better view of when he starts pushing it inside you again.

You involuntarily moan a little louder, now that your sense of sight is functioning better than it ever has during sex, it makes the experience feel so much more intense. Al-haitham definitely noticed what took your attention away considering his movements turned distracted and unfocused. You eventually do snap out of it and regain your pace, now your eyes shifting back and forth between Al-haitham and the mirror.

Al-haitham feels like he could just drown in this. The feeling of you surrounding all of his senses, listening to your sweet moans, and of course the occasional hair pull that has him like putty in his lovers hands. This is so worth whatever trouble you could end up in, and you’ve barely even started. However, it was starting to get a little painful for his jaw, and his back was hurting from his position on the floor, and his erection was dying for release. He pulled away and looked up at you again, receiving more whines. “why did you stooop…?” what a baby. It’s incredible, honestly. Al-haitham wants to kiss that pout until it’s swollen.

“Take control” was all he said in reply. Drinking in the way your eyes widen slightly for a moment before they’re hooded again, you nod. You’re so easy to communicate with (when you’re not being a jerk on purpose). Just one of the many, many things Al-haitham loves about you.

You allows your knees momentarily relief as you lower yourself further down against Al-haitham’s mouth — absolutely loving the moan you received — and waste no time until you’re moving up and down on him. The reflection in the mirror seeming so much hotter now that you’re the one doing the work. Al-haitham’s cold hands are gripping your thighs again, squeezing in a way that just pushes you more and more onto the edge. You kind of wished there was a way you could make Al-haitham feel good as well right now but it was definitely too late to turn this into a 69. You’ll make it up to him In other ways though, once you’re done. For now, you’re content with the occasional hair pull Al-haitham seems to like so much.

Al-haitham can tell you’re getting close by the way your moans are like, a whole octave higher. Your movements are also becoming less and less precise and more and more erratic. If Al-haitham’s jaw wasn’t begging for relief, he’d be enjoying this. Not that he isn’t of course, just not as much as he should be when all his focus is on how badly his jaw and tongue hurt. He felt his hair get pulled harshly as you threw your head back and screamed. He couldn’t help but moan into your orgasm, watching you come undone which just intensified it for you. Your thighs’ grip around his head becoming tighter as your whole body shook.

“D-Don’t swallow…!” you commanded him quickly once your orgasm stopped, as you tried to regain your breath before you got off of him. Al-haitham wasn’t sure why you’d demand that but he’ll play along. When you got off, Al-haitham felt like he could breathe again, and he’d moan in relief if he didn’t have his mouth full of cum. You seemingly regained your energy in seconds, clearly having a plan in mind as you grabbed Al-haitham’s shoulders and pulled him to sit up. Al-haitham was curious as to where his lover was taking this.

You smirked at Al-haitham. A smirk that promised nothing good in the moral sense, but something fantastic in a sexual perspective. Your hands went from gripping his shoulders to wrapping around his neck before you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss. It took Al-Haitham a second to process the kiss, he wasn’t even done with the processing when he felt his mouth forced open by a hand on his chin and a tongue quickly moving inside of his mouth. Oh. Oh fuck. That's hot. He sometimes forgets how freaky you could be.

Al-haitham moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut, the idea of you taking the lead and showing a completely different side of yourself will always just be so intoxicating to Al-haitham, even if he’ll never admit how much he likes it. Intoxicating, just like everything else about his lover is. Completely mind numbing, he can’t believe how much control you have over him without even trying. How you have him fucked out of his mind already and he isn’t even the one who was on the receiving end. He felt you pushing the cum that was in your mouth back and forth between them and it was getting a little hard to breathe, but if he breaks the kiss apart it’ll result in a mess. Why are you so set on choking him to death today? He felt your hand slide into his hair then pull him backwards harshly, he groaned loudly as your kiss broke, leaving the remains of cum in Al-haitham’s mouth to drip down his chin. You however just simply licked it up slowly as you kept Al-haitham’s head in the same place, then started trailing kisses down his neck. You could be so in control without even being on top, and Al-haitham couldn’t believe how easy it was for him to melt into your touch. Like it didn’t belong anywhere else but on his body.

Al-haitham felt like it was about time he regains control otherwise he’ll melt into a puddle underneath your fingertips and that would be a little too humiliating for The Grand Scribe right now. Maybe one day, he’ll allow you to take full control, but that won’t be happening today. He’s not ready for how quickly he’d fall apart if he did.

However, as soon as he tried to regain the upper hand, Your grip left Al-haitham’s hair as your lips kept trailing down further. You pushed Al-haitham’s shirt up to his armpits, oddly finding the way the dark green shirt framed his exposed chest creating a contrast between the dark color and the paleness of Al-haitham’s skin to be lovely. You kissed down his chest, until you reached his pants. You looked up at Al-haitham through your lashes. “can I suck you off?” you asked. It was such an inappropriate question asked in such an innocent way, and yet again, who is Al-haitham to say no? He just nodded, not trusting his words to come out the way proper words should. You have always been the more shameless one between the two of you but most of the time you’re pretty submissive, and Al-haitham does all the work. Usually, if you do try to take control, it ends up with Al-haitham’s confidence crumbling in a second and you trying (and failing) to not laugh at his flustered state. It seems so easy this time, and Al-haitham isn’t used to it. He’ll reason with himself and say the only reason he feels so weak under your stare is because he’s never had experience with anyone else but you, and not because of how much you have him wrapped around your finger.

When his pants and boxer were pulled down he groaned at how good the long-awaited release felt, and you smirked up at him. “I haven’t even touched you yet, slow down” you teased him in a quiet voice, before you let your tongue work the rest of the magic.

Al-haitham was definitely big. It was just right, and it hit all the right spots easily. Even so, you had no problem taking him almost fully in rather quickly. Thanks to a long time of sucking the same dick, you’ve grown pretty used to it. And you knows for a fact you can’t wait to have him fully inside of you. Al-haitham’s hand thrusted forward into your hair instantly when he was practically deep throated in less than a minute, the pleasure still feeling as good as the first time. Al-haitham knows you likes being praised, even if indirectly. If you’re doing a good job, you’d like the other person to be vocal about it. So even if he isn’t the best at compliments and praises and sweet talk, Al-haitham still tries to express the pleasure you make him feel when you go down on him vocally. It’s just another one of the ways you can silently communicate and understand each other. You pull your mouth up to the very tip ー smirking at how Al-haitham’s groan turned into a whine ー before you took him down in one go again. Now you can have Al-haitham feeling as good as you were just a few minutes ago.

Your mouth didn't pause for a minute, sucking him off with expertise. Because you know what makes Al-haitham feel good, what pushes him over the edge. Your tongue making sure to press down on all the good spots, such as the top of the head. You bobbed your head up and down at a slow pace at first, before you got familiar with every inch again, then you started going faster.

You didn’t think Al-haitham would be a very vocal person when it came to sex the first time you did it, but he definitely wasn’t quiet at all. Even if he later got embarrassed and swore on his entire family he didn’t make a sound. You sometimes think Al-haitham is even louder than you are. But it just makes you feel further prideful you can push him to these lengths. Al-haitham’s hands were gripping your hair and pushing you as deep as he pleased, as much as he could knowing he wouldn’t be hurting you. His moans expressing just how good he feels. He feels himself being pushed over the edge, and just seeing his cock going in and out of your mouth was a sight enough to make him tap out right then and there. Focusing on your lips for a second, he notices your red lipgloss had slightly faded, and he’s reminded of the fact that his body is probably covered with red kiss marks by now.

It didn't take long until you had your head pushed all the way down on your boyfriends dick again, and your ears filled with a loud moan of your name. It took a second to process it was cum that suddenly shot down your throat. Al-haitham came a lot quicker than you did, and it hit so fast he could barely even give a warning. But he had already gotten so riled up when you was sitting on his face and pulling his hair.

You pulled away, licking your lips before you smiled up at your boyfriend. “How was that?” you asked, voice smooth as velvet as your hands brushed away some of the hair that got in Al-haitham’s face with so much care and softness, no one would believe you were just sucking his dick like your life depended on it. Al-haitham leaned into his lovers touch and smiled. “Amazing” he whispered.

It was so like you to make sure you gave Al-haitham the same pleasure he gave you in one way or another. You never liked feeling like you were selfish (even if you complained about not wanting to do any of the work ー like a damn pillow princess ー but it’s all just a front of stubborn and bratty words) and you usually protest against Al-haitham wanting to please you first when you’re not going all out. But Al-haitham keeps insisting that he wants it too until you give up and let him do as he pleases. You never regrets it though because it’s always certainly an experience.

Al-haitham may have just came but he still doesn’t feel satisfied enough. Not when his mind is overflowing with thoughts of all the other things he wants to do to you right now. All the other reactions he wants to bring out of you. Al-haitham’s hand reaches out to grab your face and pull you into a kiss again. Once he felt you kiss back, his other hand reached towards your hip to pull you onto his lap. He felt you stutter something into the kiss as your body didn’t move along with Al-haitham’s directions the way it usually does. Al-haitham detaches his lips from yours and leans down towards your neck, not wasting time before he licks and sucks on the most sensitive spots there. He knows them better than the back of his hand by now.

“H-Haitham! Wait-“ You got cut off by another noise escaping you when Al-haitham teased the sensitive spot with his teeth, and you could tell it won’t be long before Al-haitham gives in and bites you and you just needs a minute ー a second to breathe, and Al-haitham isn’t letting up.

“R-Red!”

Al-haitham freezes in less than a second. All his movements coming to a sudden halt.

The safeword. Or, one of them. They had agreed to use ‘green’, ‘yellow’ and ‘red’ to know if the situation is okay or not. Green meaning it’s all fine and the other can continue what they’re doing, yellow meaning they’re a little uncomfortable which opens up a chance to talk about what’s wrong and find a better option, and red to stop immediately.

Al-haitham pulls away from your neck to look at you, and it was just now that he noticed how truly wrecked you looked. He’d gotten so caught up in his own lust that he didn’t pay attention to what state you were in.

“Are you alright?” Al-haitham asks, his hand moving from your hip in favor of softly brushing damp behind your ear.

You nod. “Yeah.. Yeah I’m fine, I just.. Need a minute…” you say, words coming out breathless and Al-haitham realized you might have been overwhelmed or overstimulated. Whichever it was, Al-haitham would be willing to give you as much time as you need before you continue. As impatient as he’s feeling, your comfort comes first. And as much as Al-haitham likes to act like a cold and uncaring person, you make him soften up in every way possible and he has no control over how gentle he becomes around you.

Al-haitham guides your head to rest on his shoulder as he continues to softly run his fingers through your hair. You seem to appreciate it based on the content hum you let out.

After a few more minutes, You speak up. “green..”.

Al-haitham pulls your head again to face him so he can make sure you are actually okay and not just feeling preassured. His gaze is serious as he practically scans your face, searching for something. When all he sees is confusion on your part, he believes it.

“Would you still want to take the lead or should I?” Al-haitham asks. You give it a few seconds of thought. “Ah… Would it be okay if I tried something?” you hesitantly speak up.

Al-haitham trusts you. He nods in confirmation.

You take a deep breath again to steady yourself before pushing Al-haitham to lay down on his back against the cold floor again. Al-haitham is happy to oblige and let you guide him. He’d let you take him to the ends of Teyvat. He’d follow you wherever you went, he knows that no matter what he’s safe with you. And he’ll make sure you’ll forever be safe with him.

You take your position on top of Al-haitham again before you hesitate. “I… I don’t think you need to prepare me this time..” your cheeks are heating up again as you refuse to meet Al-haitham’s eyes. Really, you could be so cute sometimes. Saying the most bold things yet your body language is full of embarrassment. It makes Al-haitham feel like he has to protect you even more, although he already knows you can handle yourself.

“Wouldn’t it hurt?” he asks to be sure. You know your limits, if you’re suggesting that then you must know what you’re doing since you don’t get driven by sexual impulse the way Al-haitham does. (that is a complete lie, your philosophy during sex is ‘if I die, I die’.)

You shake your head. “I mean.. We’re both already wet enough and… You prepared me pretty well last night, so..” Ah. Al-haitham had forgotten about that. He’s certain Kaveh didn’t though.

“If you think so, then do whatever you please” Al-Haitham smiles up at you in a reassuring way that puts you at ease even if these things are your own suggestions. You nod before you position Al-haitham’s tip at your entrance ー Al-haitham’s hands grip your hips to help you out a little, making sure you stay firm considering you’re still a little shaky (and your knees probably won’t work properly for a week) and help guide you down.

You only hesitate as the tip goes in. After it’s in you slam down on Al-Haitham with so much force and a moan so loud it startles Al-Haitham. “Are you a-“ you cover Al-haitham’s mouth with your hand before he could ask, your head hanging down as you try to regain your breath from that stupid act of impulse. You’re just as bad as Al-Haitham, really, and you can find it easier to blame Al-Haitham for doing this to you.

When you raise your head up to look at Al-Haitham, you nod as you take your hand off of his mouth. “I’m fine, I’m fine, just… Got a little carried away” you answer and Al-Haitham can relax a little bit more now. What is he going to do with this idiot? His idiot.

It doesn't take long before you already start moving. Taking your time at first, not wanting to do anything stupid again and risk not being able to walk properly. Everybody will know the reason and nobody will let you live it down. Even Al-Haitham. Especially Al-Haitham.

You move up and down slowly, not even managing to pull up all the way towards the tip before you slide back down. You give yourself enough time to adjust, since you decided fuck preparing and fuck a condom and fuck lube and fuck everything else that falls into those categories. Maybe you can be driven by your overwhelming sexual desires too, and you should go a little easy on teasing Al-Haitham about his raging hormones and pent-up desires.

Al-Haitham seems to be growing impatient. It’s not often he gets impatient with you, but you are really pushing him to his limit right now. He decides to take matters into his own hands and his grip on your hips tightens as he pushes you down a little harder, earning himself a choked noise in response. “How do you feel’?” he asks, to be sure.

“Green.. Green, keep going..” you reassure him as you try to move back up but your hips are still held in place. Al-Haitham is even stronger than he looks. Once Al-Haitham was sure it’s alright, he continued the same motion of guiding you up and down on him at a faster pace, occasionally thrusting up into you.

You still felt sensitive from your last orgasm, and your entire body feels like it’s on fire from how overwhelming every sensation feels. It just had to get worse as you set your eyes on the mirror in front of you again. The view is a little fogged up from your own breathing, but you can still see clearly everything you want to. How sinful your actions are and how lewd your expression is. Blissed and fucked out entirely. You felt like such a whore, but it just turned you on even more in this state.

Al-Haitham — now that his face isn’t being smothered anymore — can pay more attention to where your focus is and leans his head back a little to see for himself. It really is quite a sight, however, Al-Haitham doesn’t linger on it for too long, because he has a much better view right in front of him. His lover panting and moaning and 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 from how incredible and hot everything feels. And Al-Haitham is no better, he’s an equal mess. Except he can hold himself together a little bit better than you can. But his moans and groans are just as loud and the feeling is beyond amazing.

Al-Haitham closes his eyes and his head leans backwards as suddenly now that his vision is black, his other senses feel a lot more sensitive. Your sounds and begs and slurred curses and moans of his name loudly drumming in his ears, spurring him on as the feeling of your tightness around his cock is making it hard to even breathe let alone focus on anything that isn’t ‘Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N’.

“H-Haithamm..” you stutter out and it’s less of a moan more of a call. Al-Haitham opens his eyes as he meets yours and you somehow looks even more ravished than you looked before he closed his eyes. “Oh God.. ~ ah.. My knees are about to give out …” you let out between moans and Al-haitham gets what you’re asking him to do.

He puts a steady hand on your back to make sure you don’t get hurt while the other grabs your thigh firmly, before he flips your positions over into missionary. As soon as you’re under him, his pace picks up ー going as fast and as hard as he wanted to but couldn’t from the previous position. The immense pleasure is becoming too much for you, you can feel Al-haitham’s thrusts inside of you so deep, filling you up so good. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you lose whatever was left of your self-control. Crying out moans and random cusses and Al-Haitham name as if it’s the only word you knew. The only word that mattered.

Al-haitham’s hands are both gripping your hips so he can have better control over his thrusts, keeping up the same rhythm even if he’s slowly losing his fucking mind.

He suddenly gets an idea he never had before. With you leaning your head back like this, your neck is completely exposed, and usually the first thought Al-Haitham has when he sees your exposed neck is to bite it and sink his teeth in to leave marks that you will without a doubt kick his ass for, but not this time. This time, he remembers a paragraph he had came across a few days ago in a Sex Life book he found buried deep within some old and torn up boxes. About how asphyxiation can increase sexual pleasure and he really feels like he wants to test it out.

“Y/N” he slows his movements down to get your attention. You open your teary eyes to look at Al-Haitham in question. “it’s my turn to try something, but I want you to tell me if it gets too much, alright?” you can only nod mindlessly, not caring about whatever Al-Haitham does as long as it means he’ll pick up the pace and go back to fucking your brains out.

Al-Haitham speeds up a little bit, but not as fast as he was previously going. He runs his fingers all the way from your stomach, trailing over your chest and up towards your neck. He doesn’t believe he has any obsession with your neck, he just finds it to be just as attractive as the rest of you and biting it is an exciting adventure because your blood tastes sweet and seeing you yell at him angrily for leaving marks is rather cute considering how delicate and fragile you look in his eyes. He slowly wraps his hand around your neck, and he can see your confusion for a few seconds before your eyes go wide in realization as soon as Al-Haitham starts pressing down a little harder.

“Y/N”.

“Green..”

That’s good enough for Al-Haitham to press down a little harder.

“Y-“

“Green!”

As much as you appreciate Al-haitham’s worry over you (especially considering he’s kind of choking you right now) you also don’t want to constantly be asked about it. You can speak up on your own if it gets too much. All you wants is for Al-Haitham to just pick up the pace already!

“I’ll tell you if it gets uncomfortable, just for the love of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, please go faster!!”

Al-Haitham can’t deny you those demands, Al-Haitham himself had gotten uncomfortable with how slow he’s going because he was getting so close. So he finds his rhythm again and in a matter of seconds he’s back to pounding in and out of you, and you lose yourself in the ecstacy again.

Al-Haitham keeps his hand on your neck, pressed down gently and feels his own climax build up as the familiar sensation grows tighter in his stomach. “Y/N.. I’m close..”

You moan in response. “fuck, me too! Please, faster! Harder..!”

Al-Haitham is so obedient when you are looking like a wreck, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 for Al-Haitham to go faster. To go harder. To completely ruin you. To fuck you senseless. It’s not often Al-Haitham can push your prideful self to these extents ー to begging for him. And it just makes everything so hot and overwhelming that Al-Haitham doesn’t even know what to do with himself. You tear him to pieces without even trying.

Al-haitham’s pattern turns sloppy and messy as he slowly loses control of his own movements, desperately chasing after his high. You don’t hold back on expressing your pleasure, and the way you scream Al-haitham’s name is enough to make Al-Haitham come without a touch.

He's so close, so close, just a few more thrusts and he’s there. If he’s almost there, it means so is you, and that means this is the perfect time for it.

Al-Haitham presses down harder than he did before, earning a few choked gasps from you, which would have worried him had you not still been able to scream out Al-haitham’s name as you hit the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Your voice probably loud enough for any building nearby to hear. He can’t wait for rumors to spread about the abandoned library being haunted.

The sight of you coming undone and the way his name was called out fuels the feeling in Al-haitham’s stomach so much more. He’s still thrusting, almost there, almost there..

He’s about to pull out as he feels himself about to cum when you wrap your leg around his waist, keeping him firm in place. “D-Don’t-“ is all you can manage to utter before you feel Al-haitham’s climax filling you up, leaving a hot feeling inside of you. Combined with Al-haitham’s erratic thrusts as he rides out his orgasm, you feel like you would have come yet again had you not been focusing on how overwhelming everything feels right now.

Al-haitham’s movements come to a halt as he slowly unwraps his hand from your neck. Not wanting to think about how completely irresponsible that was and the consequences they could face because of it. You in return unwrap your leg from around his waist and let it drop down, you don’t think you can use your legs properly for a few days now.

You feel an incredible pressure in your head as your ears ring and feel clogged. It’s not an unusual thing to experience after you’re done having sex, but this time it feels a lot worse probably thanks to the fact that Al-Haitham decided to outright choke you.

Al-Haitham pulls out as soon as he’s caught his breath, and he couldn’t help but stare as his own cum drips out of you. It’s the first time that Al-Haitham came inside of you.

It's a good thing the place Isn't far from his house, although he doubts either of them have the energy to walk now even if it was right next door. So Al-Haitham decides to lay down next to you for a little bit, to at least give his muscles a chance to unclench.

“That.. Might have been the best sex I’ve ever had” is the first thing you say, and Al-Haitham chuckles at that. “I can imagine.”

“I don’t think I can walk anymore… You’ll have to carry me back home.. ~” admittedly, your legs do hurt to use, but not to the point that you can’t walk altogether. You just like being spoiled by your boyfriend, and Al-Haitham likes spoiling you even if he’d rather die than admit it, so really, it’s a win win situation.

“Hm.. I wouldn’t mind. Just this once”

A few seconds of silence pass before your hand finds Al-Haitham and intertwine your fingers. “what gave you the idea?” you ask and Al-Haitham turns his head to look at you. “hm?”

“choking me, I mean… That was so out of nowhere. Where did that come from?”

Al-haitham’s embarrassment makes him maintain his silence, instead deciding he has rested enough and it’s time to leave.

Al-haitham also keeps his promise and he indeed does carry you the way back. He spent half the way complaining about you being heavy but you both know there’s no actual malice behind his words, you weight nothing to someone of his build and it isn’t the first time Al-haitham carries you.

It's especially easy for Al-haitham this time to not mean his complaints though because with you being carried against his back like this, you’re given perfect reach towards Al-haitham’s neck and cheeks and shoulders, to which you keeps planting soft kisses all over them and it turns Al-haitham ー in his tired and sleepy sense of mind ー into a sappy mess.

wounded scars

𓍢 summary. seeing you severely injured and badly hurt after doing a commission

𓍢 cw. grammatical mistakes may occur, usage of call signs, many mentions of blood / bleeding, mentions of (reader) collapsing, hostage tendencies, mentions / thoughts of reader dying (but- you actually don’t), mentions of torture / possible murder, slight possessive behavior

𓍢 includes. itto, diluc, xiao, aether, pantalone

𓍢 note. pantalone nation it’s time to rise!, reader doesn’t get hurt from a commission but an enemy of the fatui in pantalone’s part, hurt/comfort genre if you squint

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ITTO.

he freaks out, freaks out too much that he isn’t even bothered that he’s making a whole scene because of it

his usual playful and jolly persona will disappear in an instant, and for once he holds a concern and serious expression on his face

any person that would be passing by him will have their guard up, because it’s one of the first times they have seen the oni, so serious which is rare to see from him

according to shinobu, the reason you were late and wouldn’t be able to attend the date he had arranged for you at the moment, was you just came back from a commission which unexpectedly gave you major injuries and was the reason you were at the edge of losing too much blood

as she continued to inform him of your whereabouts and your condition, the dread feeling in his stomach continued to drop, that he had to stop shinobu from continuing further, as just hearing from her that you got hurt already does a big damage to him

what more if he sees you, with his own eyes?

after genta told him where you’re currently resting, he didn’t waste a second going to you as he practically ditches everything in his way

i hope you don’t mind a clingy oni next to your side because, do you expect the arataki itto to leave you after this? the answer was evident that it’s a no, he will stay with you until you have finally recovered from the current events and not even you could stop himself from doing so

he would be very protective of you, afraid that you will leave his sight any second, like he’s some sort of guard dog. every person that’s going to talk to you will have to be 6 feet away whether they like it or not, and if they get too close from his liking? perhaps, you better grab his arm before he pounces on them 

he tries to hide the fact that he is worried about you and would instead tease you with playful remarks to make you smile or laugh, but on the matter of how he takes care of you gently like you’re a piece of glass says a lot more than he is

once he sees it with his own eyes that you’re recovering, you would have to convinced him to stop the act of scaring and driving away the people who goes near you, as you assure him that they don’t mean any harm and are different from the ones who had attacked you

itto sheepishly apologized for being a little overbearing during the time you were recovering after being scolded by you, while embarrassingly stuttering out that he just doesn’t want you to experience the same scenario again

if you ever try to do another commission again, then i hope you’re also expecting for itto to join you and he will not take a rejection as an answer

“Hey babe where are ya going? Huh go where? Let me go with you! What me? worried? Psh, Of course I’m worried!”

Keep reading

#i love you, goodbye

—when they were about to confess their love… but you died / when they fail to confess to you

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Al-Haitham, Cyno, Gorou, Kazuha, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Xiao; gn! Reader

THEMES. main character death, angst, no comfort

WARNINGS. death (ofc), will not be too graphic

NOTES. still severely sick and stressed so here ya go. grab ur tissues i didn’t hold back in this one.

XIAO knew what love was—knew the affection he held to his brothers and sisters, and the love that emanated from the humans towards each other.

“You do know that humans… humans are very fragile, Xiao.”

He continues to bow his head in front of his god as he agrees, “I do.”

Zhongli said nothing more, but Xiao knew what he meant. It was advice. And a warning.

“Xiao!” You always called him with that beautiful voice of yours, ever so sweet, ever so tender as you bless him with your bright smile—a sun.

You are his sun.

“Xiao!” His heart would flutter once more—why do you have such an effect on him?—but at that point, he knew that no matter how hard he tried or tries to move away, your pull on him was strong, far stronger than the chains that were wrapped around his ever so fragile heart.

“Xiao…” it was on the third call that he decided to show up. He had been fighting enemies for the first two ones, and besides, you usually call him to merely see him or “hang” with him—a word you’d use as you try to lean into his side, your skin brushing his hands—so close yet not tied to each other.

He showed up, but he was far too late.

He was wrong.

“Y/n!” he calls your name this time—shouts it as he quickly approaches your figure.

“Y/n…” he pulls your body to his, empty and hollow, devoid of the same bright sunlight plastered in your face, the same beaming smile and shining eyes that could light up the night—light up his whole world.

“Y/n…” he wanted to say how he loves you so, how you bring out the best of him, and how he wanted to thank you for everything, for your patience, your presence, your love, your mere existence in his karmic-filled life.

But you were not there to hear anything of it.

And so he cries—cries under the same heavens that also took his brothers and sisters, cries because he couldn’t be there to save you when you were probably hurting, and he cries because of his own weakness—how he could love and always have that same love be taken away from him.

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SCARAMOUCHE has had many betrayals.

But yours probably hurts the most.

“What happened?”

He glared at the Fatuus in front of him, kneeling on their knees with their heads bowed down in shame.

He crouches into one of them and sends daggers with his gaze, “I asked what happened here.”

The Fatuu trembled upon the sound of his voice, “M-my lord… it happened so suddenly, we couldn’t-their sickness-“

“Useless!” He releases a strike of his power and his subordinates immediately move to dodge, but they couldn’t walk away, not when they know that in the end, they can never run away from the Sixth Harbinger.

Yet unexpectedly, he trudges forward, to the big tent that laid in the middle of the camp, his footsteps and breathing heavy, hands trembling—of anger? Of fear?

No. A divine being such as him doesn’t tremble of fear.

Even when his knees give up beside the bed where you currently lay peacefully, even if he tries to control the tears that threaten to escape his eyes, he reaches for your hands.

Cold. So cold—like the night where he picked up the stars and called you as his—his star.

But it seems stars do die as well.

Pathetic.

And he’s even more pathetic to believe that humans will never betray him—that you never would.

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VENTI sings of love to you, yet today marks the day that he shall confess outrightly—genuinely, with a promise of tomorrow’s kisses and hugs.

“Shhh, darling. No need to worry for me,” he smiles, “rest now. Shall I sing you a lullaby?”

He catches you forcing your own smile, and it pains him how you raise your hand and touch his cheek, which he holds and presses your palm on his skin, as if he was trying to transfer the warmth he has towards your frail form.

“Venti…” you let out your voice, hoarse and weak, “you knew… didn’t you?”

He purses his lips and his chest aches.

“You don’t have to… act like you love me too.”

He fails to catch his own tears, dribbling down his cheeks as he struggles to find the words.

“I-“

“I love you... But please don’t… pretend… for me.”

He squeezes your hand, and just as he was to utter the same words you did, to confess those three words that laid stuck in his throat—

“Y/n?” Instead, it was your name that he attempted to call, then he shook you, only to receive no word back.

“I…” I love you too—he wanted to say, but it died down. Once again.

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There is danger in the forest, just as much as there are things to discover and admire. That is what TIGHNARI used to say to you.

It was a flora, a flower he had asked you to try and find—the same ones he was collecting for you, a suggestion from Collei for him to profess his love to you.

Let’s get this over with, he thinks. After all, he does love you, and it was an idea that seemed fairly interesting, to ask you to look for a flower and for him to give you the whole bouquet once you reach his side.

The thing is, you never did.

He was silent when he reached the village, his ears downwards as nobody dared to approach him. It was the aura he emitted, the faint heaviness of his footsteps, and the body that he held close to his own.

“Master-“ Collei tries, but someone else stops her, shakes their head as the girl merely frowns. How could this be? She begins to think, one minute you were there and the second…

“Collei,” she casts her thoughts aside as Tighnari finally speaks, yet he doesn’t turn to face them, halted in front of his abode as he adds on, “can you… prepare some water… to clean their wounds.”

“O-of course!” Her heart was pounding, but no matter how unprepared she was to see you-

“I’ll do the rest… don’t worry.” He says before he enters the hut, all alone.

He did not shed a single tear as he cleans your body. But nobody can ever know Tighnari’s cries as he holds his tail close to him, aching for the warmth that you once gave him.

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KAZUHA’s poems always reach you. No matter how much distance he takes away from you, or crosses to go back into your arms, his poems and his flowery hidden confessions of love always reach your ears.

At the right time, he begs to himself, he will finally be able to say them to your face, when he could rid himself of the shackles of his past and live freely with you.

But those same shackles come and haunt him once again. In the form of yours.

“What happened?”

“I’m sorry… but they were attacked by Hilichurls and…”

“No one was there to save them.” Even as he says the words, there was this ache in his chest and prickle on the tips of his fingers, finally reaching out to your cold hand.

Death is a familiar face for Kazuha, but there is something far too different this time.

This time, he thought he had healed. He thought he was stronger. He even went away for it—only to come back with those same wounds and no one there waiting for him.

He places a kiss on your hand once he finds himself leaned over, unable to go without saying his last goodbye.

“In another life… Y/n,” he whispers in the wind, as if he could feel your presence there, and despite finding it difficult to look at your face without seeing your beautiful eyes and smile, he forces himself and says, “In another life… my dove.”

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GOROU is a good General.

Anyone who was under him can attain to such, and even you. You respected him so much, trusted him so much.

And loved him so much.

“Gorou!”

He was right in front of you, you were right in front of him. The blade pierces through your body, but it feels like it has pierced his heart as well.

“No, no, Y/n—no!”

“Protect the General and Y/n!” The other soldiers went and gathered around both of you, shielding you both from the upcoming arrows and spears your way.

“Y/n… no, don’t-“ he cries, unable to stop the tears that drip down his eyes.

“General, you have to take them out of here.”

Gorou finally finds the courage to carry you and rush his way to the side, out of reach from the battlefield.

“Retreat!”

As the shouts with the same word echoed around him, he could only hear your voice and feel your touch that reached his ears, that despite your weakening strength, you showed him that smile of yours—no matter how forced or painful it must have been.

“Gorou..”

“No, don’t speak, you don’t have to-you’ll be okay-“

“I’m sorry,” you say as he shakes his head, unable to accept the apology, “I’m sorry I had to die like this.”

“No, you won’t die-you can’t die!” He still has something to say—a lot of things to say. You can’t die now! Not when-

“I love you,” you whisper, out of breath, “so much.”

Those were your last words. And no matter how many soldiers had perished under his command, yours held a hole in his heart that he can never fill—a hole that even a good General can never heal.

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Everyone feared CYNO—his voice, his face, his spear, his very name, his wrath.

Oh how wrong they were to assume they had seen his wrath—because only until now had he shown it in an intensity no one could have imagined.

“What did you do?” He sneers, scarlet eyes glaring down, only to grab the clothes of the Mercenary, pulling him up without difficulty, “What did you do?”

The Mercenary chuckles despite the predicament he was in. “What? Failed to profess your love to the feeble thing?”

Everyone knew. Every single person in Sumeru knew that you were one of the people who the Great General Mahamatra cherished—probably much more than the few others. After all, you were the one who always stuck beside him, sometimes hiding behind a rock as he fought, or a bush when he talked to someone.

“Shut up! You don’t deserve to even mention them.” Cyno grits his teeth.

“So, I hit the nail, didn’t I?”

The Mahamatra throws the Mercenary away as he closes his fingers into fists.

He may never be able to bring you back.

But he can bring justice to your death, and nobody can ever escape the grasps of Cyno.

Except for you.

You slipped away before he can even tell you what he wanted to say, and now, there was no turning back.

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AL-HAITHAM never regrets.

Regret is an emotion he had found to be so useless, and with that experimental mind of his, mistakes are merely normal, and if there was no point or way to try again, he can just discard the plan.

But there was no way he could discard you.

“It’s the Scribe!”

Everyone’s murmurs overcome the hall and he frowns even more.

How could he be so… unplanned with this.

“Scribe, we saw their body when-“

He motions for them to go away, and wordlessly, they do, quite remarkable, he thinks. But maybe, it was their pity—was he obvious? Of course, he was. He had tried so hard to amuse you, to make you feel his feelings despite the outer appearance and expression he had always kept. But you were as dense as a rock.

And unfortunately, he was wrong this time around.

“So this… is what regret feels like.” he mutters the words as he spares you his last glance, his last words, and his last time, all before he goes and turns away, an ache in his chest that he knew but can never rid. Not now, at least.

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If ALBEDO was asked what was the meaning of life, he wouldn’t still be able to answer outrightly.

To live? To love? To spend time with others?

There can be a lot of answers—to anyone else, his answer could be very well different.

Well, he thought he did have an answer. But maybe, life was just too cruel to him—him, a homunculus that doesn’t know life and death and only knows how to survive.

But you taught him how to love.

Of course, he does love Klee, but the love you taught him was different, far too warm, too genuine, a romantic kind of love that he had not experienced in his whole life.

“I love you, but you don’t have to love me too. I’ll always be here for you, bedo!” Those were your words, and he clung to these words despite the stirring feelings his mechanical heart was feeling.

So warm. So genuine.

“I apologize,” he breathes out, “But I did love you too, Y/n… I apologize for never voicing it out. I’m sorry…”

And now he stares at the gravestone in front of him, written was your name that he used to always call out, used to always associate with the bright sun or the moon or the stars—anything that was too beautiful for this world—you were too precious for this world, and maybe that’s why life itself had to meddle and steal you away from those who loved you—from him.

If Albedo is asked what was the meaning of life, he’d probably tell of the love you gave, and the love he failed to give—to never do anything that makes you regret, or you’ll end up just like him.

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fluff, hints at a fight that happened so minimal hurt/comfort, sooo much swearing, ooc rin bc he's so hard to write wtf he has a personality of an apple but i love him <3

it’s 2 am.

it’s 2 am and someone is knocking on your door like a madman.

you were simply trying to catch some shut eye, exhausted from a day of grieving and almost breaking down into tears on several occasions. the accumulation of a shitty day, a stressful deadline, and the massive fight you had with your boyfriend, itoshi rin, two days ago, really committed to keeping your day melancholic at best. sleep was everything you needed right now, both for its regenerative and escapist purposes.

yet again, you really cannot catch a break from the spite of the universe because it is out of rage that you find yourself walking towards your front door; an anger that dissipates when you see who it is on the other side.

1/3 of the reason why your day sucked. your painfully beautiful boyfriend.

the argument you had with rin was left open-ended on whether the relationship should continue or not. to you, it seemed as though both parties were at different opinions, with you wanting to maintain what you had. after two days of not responding to your texts, you suppose that that had been a short way of answering the ambiguity.

willingly, although reluctantly, you open the door, preparing to end something that you were not ready to let go.

he’s sweaty and he’s panting. did he run up the stairs or something, why is he so puffed? how is he so pretty despite that?

“hey,” you begin, feeling small in his presence. rin bores through you with his teal eyes, not saying anything. you cringe at the silence.

“i appreciate the effort but y’know, if you wanted to make our breakup official couldn’t you have done it at a reasonable hour, rin?”

his eyes narrow at that statement, betraying his usually stoic expression with furrowed brows and an agape mouth. confused. he’s confused, but you don’t see any of it because you find the floor more interesting than your boyfriend (?).

with a deep inhale, you just decide to go for it. if he’s not going to declare it, then you will. “look, rin, maybe you’re right, if this relationship is holding you back then maybe it is best we-“

“-the olive theory.”

“excuse me?”

the first words this man utters to you after two days… is the olive theory?

the dark-haired continues. “the olive theory, we’re- we’re supposed to be compatible.”

you are way over your head right now. did you even wake up? is this a dream? why is your, usually all-straight-talk, boyfriend talking to you about the olive theory at 2am, stammering whilst doing so? what kind of hallucination is this?

“rin, what?”

“i like olives, you hate them, we’re meant to work, and i don’t think i can continue on like this.”

you blink once, twice, three times before pointing at him. “you’re telling me that we’re compatible, yet in the same sentence, telling me that we should break up?”

"i didn’t want to break up?”

“but you just said you can’t continue on like this, what else do you mean?” your voice is at a hushed whisper at best, and although you wanted to raise it louder, you fear that your neighbours would not be happy.

“i meant that i can’t continue on without you!”

silence.

“i’ve become so co-dependent on you that i fucking hate it. i can’t fucking function without you, even that fuckhead isagi knows that i’m off and it’s all because of you. it’s only been two fucking days and i’m not landing 60% of my goals, i’m not receiving 20% of my passes correctly, and i keep tripping over myself, you’re ruining me, y/n.”

the flurry of emotions within you triples, and you’re so flabbergasted that no words can escape your mouth. truthfully, you can't think straight, but if you could, the words would fizzle out in your throat before they even saw the light of day.

“if i have to suffer any more of this stupid silence between us then i might kill a bitch. that bitch being the antennae freak.”

even more silence, and rin is practically begging you with his gaze to say something. funnily enough, the next thing you murmur is out of reflex: “don’t say that about shidou.”

he groans. “if i didn’t love you, i would choke you right now.” wow, itoshi rin has a way with words.

the threat causes you to crack a smile. “well, good thing you love me,” you mutter whilst grabbing him by the wrists to pull him inside your apartment. “and it’s a good thing i love you too.”

“well no shit, we’ve been in a relationship for-“

“-shut up and kiss me, you smooth talker.”

the soccer player smirks in amusement before leaning forward, closing the physical and metaphorical space between you, soothing the heartache with gentle touches and a fervent need to love one another.

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“why are you here at 2 am? i thought you, of all people, would be fast asleep.”

“tried to, can’t sleep without you- you’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

you smile fondly as he hooks an arm around you waist, collapsing into you as a way of saying that he doesn’t mean his rough words. “so i’m just another bedwarmer?” you ask teasingly.

he grumbles a ‘tch’, digging his nose into your nape. “you’re an idiot.”

“thank you, love. speaking of bedwarming, can we go to sleep?” perfectly paired with a yawn, rin looks at you with slight guilt in his eyes before dragging you down the memorised path to your bedroom.

once there, he wastes little time in dragging you into the sanctuary of your bed, and you let out a sigh of content when rin turns off the lights and pulls the covers up. instinctively, your hands retreat to his hair, carding through them.

he’s holding you close, hands resting protectively around your waist.

“we have a lot to talk about in the morning, but did you not get any of my texts?”

“you texted?”

“…yeah?”

“oh yeah, i remember now that i blocked you after our fight.”

you mercilessly smother him with your pillow.

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Tiddie Pillow

Falling asleep on their chest

Ft. Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Dottore

Diluc:

He often works late and finds you exhausted from waiting for him

As much as he insists you should get your sleep even if it means he'll come home to a quiet house, he can't help but feel a guilty joy in knowing you'd stay up for him

So what better way to express his gratitude than to carry you to bed and tuck you in

He'll kiss your forehead as he tells you to get some rest, promising he'll be with you once he's washed up

Then he slides under the covers with you, pulling you on top of him

There's some sort of reassurance in having your weight on him, like a reminder he's not alone

His hand caresses your hair, cradling your head against his chest as his other hand holds your waist

He hums until you're sound asleep, blushing when you murmur how comfy his tiddies are in your sleep

Kaeya:

What is the point of a tiddie window if not for you, his beloved, to have free access to his tiddies?

They're your personal portable pillows

He also runs pretty cold, which makes them perfect for warm days

He enjoys it too, having your face buried in his tiddies to cool off while his own face couldn't be any warmer from how you keep nuzzling your cheeks on him

There's a gentle tingling when he strokes your cheek with his fingertips

And he quite likes the way you bury your face further in his chest when he touches the back of your neck with his cold hands

He'll rest his cheek on your head as his fingers wander from your face to your back and anywhere else within reach

He could get used to this sort of relaxation

Itto:

Did I mention he's a showoff?

You like his tiddies? Well, he's yours, so by extension, they are too

You'll have your face planted slam into them when he pulls you into hugs that are normally quite suffocating

He means well, he just has cuteness aggression because you're the cutest in his eyes

You should probably be a little more mindful though

He might be dense, but even he can see you drooling over his tits

Not that he'd complain though - he flaunts them more around you if anything

Arms, abs, anything for you, really

Like yeah, he knows you think he's hot, and he enjoys having you look at him too

But he's a little slow, so you've a good five minutes of running your hands on his chest before he realises you aren't actually listening to his heartbeat

It's ok, he still loves your horny ass

Dottore:

You're lucky he's deemed you irreplaceable

He noticed you were tired when you accidentally yawned a little too loudly for his liking

And he snapped, asking who would interrupt only to find it was you instead of one of the pesky subordinates

Right, your health was far more delicate then his since you weren't used to neglecting your welfare for weeks on end for the sake of an experiment

He tended to forget that

"Get some rest, you'll be a hindrance if you get sick."

If it were anyone else, it'd be rude since he said it without even looking at you, but let's face it, for Dottore to be concerned whether you're sick??? Favouritism smh

Except there's nowhere to rest in his lab because it's too cluttered and he has the only chair

So you're stuck on his lap not that you mind

You're supposed to rest, so he makes you lean against him and pats your head to make sure you're comfy every now and then

Don't ask how that works ok, that's his affection, take it or leave it

You'll get head scritches if he's frustrated though, so expect to be treated a bit like a personal squeeze toy which is really just brief cuddles

Don't grab his tiddies unless you've convinced him that you're asleep because that's the only way he'll let it slide

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