When you two are just lounging around, and they are obsessing over finally having you & being with you together forever and end up blurting out blatant comments about your future together they have planned/expecting randomly like, "You need to put on some more weight to carry our babies comfortably" or "I think we should go to 'XYZ' for our honeymoon" and you're just laying on the couch like "O_o??"

(HSR) Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Sunday, Boothill; (DOL) Kylar, Eden; (GI) Childe, Diluc, Kaveh, Thoma, Ayato, Sethos (?); (SW) Elliot

𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝...

–tw. Mentioned false information, size difference, dub con, measuring, stomach bulge, cervix fucking, creampies, slight yan, rough sex, pinned down, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, big cocks, pussy job, cuteness agression maybe(??), this will be ooc for some characters listed, mating press, fem reader,

ღ ~ You were currently tied up(only your hands) by your quote on quote, "oblivious" boyfriend. He claimed he wanted to measure you and your body parts but you don't understand why he needed to tie you up on the bed. It's so you wont squirm too much, baby he says. You sigh and roll your eyes and wished to get this over with.

He climbs on top of the bed and sits beside you. You looked at him but he was busy with a stupid smirk on his face, looking down towards your lowerhalf. He hooked his finger onto the waistband of your shorts and panties and slid them down, a string of slick connecting with your panties and he threw the clothes somewhere in the corner of the room . “What are you doing?!”. You yelped and tried using one of your legs to cover your pussy. He sat in front of you, grabbed your thighs and slung them over his shoulders. You look at them, tears welded in your eyes as you gritted your teeth with flushed cheeks.

Your cunt was soaking his torso by now. You wiggled your hips trying to get away but got stopped when squeezed it and split your legs apart, your pussy on full display for him and only him. He unbuckled his pants and fished out his cock that he knew you loved. It was already thick, long, and painfully hard as it bobbed up and down right by your womb.

“I'm gonna do an experiment on ya, baby.” he moved his hand to stroke his dick as a bead of precum formed at the tip.

“You see where this is?” he points to your belly button and you nod. ”I've heard, that a woman's cervix, is right beneath.” he finishes as he dragged his finger a bit down from your belly button. You felt yourself blushing and looked away.

“Considering how big I am, I might just burst through your womb.” he emphasizes on the big. He has a weirdly built ego that makes you wonder how you even got together.

“But I don't think I needed this information considering i've fucked your womb countless times.” he was right about that.

He bent your calves so he could rest his hands on your knees to balance himself as he leaned over you. His dick plopped right over your cunt, slick covering the base of it. He rocked his hips back n' forth, stimulating your clit in the process. He noticed your panting getting more harsh. You whined, desperately trying to get out of this predicament.

More of your juices covered the underside of his cock. He seems lost in pleasure as his eyes were closed and he seemed to shudder and drool. He opened his eyes only to be locked with yours. If you look closely, you could see the hearts in his eyes mixed with lust. His pupils were slightly trembling as they stared back at you.

You looked away as the loving stare was too much for you to keep eye contact with.

A smirk was etched on his face. He moved himself back so that his thick tip was prodding at your soaking entrance. He moved his hips forward, pushing his dick up into your cunt.

His cock was covered in your juices and cream. The deeper he went, it felt like what he said was true. He would be able to burst through your stomach. He went down to your face and pressed his lips against yours. He bit your bottom lip for entrance to which you granted. He tongue quickly sped into your mouth, entangling itself with yours as he continued his thrusts up against your womb.

Your hands were desperately grasped at the ribbon holding your wrists together. Tears were streaming down your cheeks then he leaned down to lick them and slightly bite at your cheeks.

He spits out grunts and slight whimpers while a string of moans and mewls comes from you. He soon settled his cock deep inside you which made you cum with a cry as he hit that spot that you love. “Wow baby, came on the spot huh?” he gave slow thrusts but leaned forward so your calves were touching his. back

You tried to move your hips away but his veiny hands grasped harshly at your waist that it would surely leave marks and pull you on his cock so it can reach a deeper part than before. His thrusts got faster that so much so it hit your cervix with brutal thrusts. Your cervix felt as if a mouth was sucking the tip of his dick. “N-noo.. you're too roUGH!” you tried to push him away with your binded wrists but was unsuccessful from his brute stature.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten. The bulge in your stomach signed how deep his was in your womb. You close your eyes tightly and let out a wanton moan followed by a mewl and whine.

After a few thrusts into your small womb, he released his seed into your womb, your stomach becoming slightly bloated. You closed your eyes in exhaustion. He moved himself back not pulling out. He looked down at your form and saw your body glistening with sweat and you lower half shining from the juices you and him produced together by pleasure each other.

His hand pressed down onto your bloated stomach which made his cum dribble out of your cunt like a waterfall. “Look at that, wasting my precious cum,” he says with a tsk and shakes his head. “Don't worry baby, I'll just fuck it back into you.” he leaned towards your face with a crazed lovesick look in his eyes.

“And I'll keep fucking it into you until I deem you as full enough to produce my child.” ღ

CHARACTERS IN MIND: Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Ayato, Scaramouche, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Aventurine, Boothill, Gojo, Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, AND YOUR FAVS

who do u think gives the best head? and who do u think needs a little help in that department?

including. zhongli, neuvillette

warnings. oral (fem! receiving), fingering, fem! reader

— zhongli + best head giver

with his hands cupping your breasts, greedily squeezing them, within the same breath, zhongli's tongue seeps and licks into your hole, your body clenching miserably beneath him as he makes your cunt twitch and grind into his face— and it's the way you did it, addicted by the trace of his wet muscle, the mind altering licks of his hot saliva covering your folds.

he was a natural at this, but was it a little intimidating? yes, but zhongli would always make you feel like you're the only one he wants to do this to, all night long— after all, his experience was unmatched to any other and per your request, he begins to add a finger to your hole, slowly pushing it inside while wrapping his lips around your clit.

he quietly hums into your achy flesh before suckling your pearl harder and harder into his mouth, your eyes basically rolling back into your head when he does it again, pumping his finger in and out, sucking on your clit— and your throat was tight, painfully so, your moans sharp and biting, it was nearly too overwhelming to receive the rapture he gave you.

the pleasurable vibrations and zhongli's inability to remain quiet only turned you hotter, your skin on fire and pussy aching to be filled by not just a single finger, no, but him, his thick, pulsing cock only waiting to be freed from the tight confinements of his pants.

you arch your back blissfully, moaning shamelessly while reaching down to press his head further into your cunt, flinching each time you noticed the sensitive pulsing of your pussy at his licks and finger curling up to your sweet spot, your core pulsing pulsing pulsing, feeling full, you want him deeper and deeper and deeper, while you cannot possibly stop getting wetter.

— neuvillette + loves when you show him

you have to be honest with yourself, and well, why would you lie about it in the first place but hearing neuvillette's pleas and feeling his warm, wet kisses all over the insides of your thigh installed a sense of deep pride in you— here, he hovers over your wet cunt, the smell of sex and want hanging in the air as he keeps your thighs spread with his bare body, telling you to show me how you like it, yeah? where you want it the most.

it feels so good rubbing your clit for neuvillette, you could feel your body constricting and practically screaming for him to do it instead, but no, not for now, before he actually fucks and pleasures you, he begins to lick up into your hole messily, his terrifyingly long tongue rushing in and out of you so quickly that catching your breath was becoming a strenuous challenge.

his fast movements enact a special kind of flame all over your body, it's vivid and radiant, dancing over the slopes of your curves and manifesting goosebumps on your juddering flesh. his eager licks and sucks of tongue thundering on top of you always— buzzing over your head, prancing down your body, melting your heart.

you flinch and your body rewires, feeling the drags of your thick, sticky fluid, both yours and his, trickling down the insides of your thighs, dripping on the mattress, leaving a trail behind your ass like a lowly snail.

it's so wet down there and neuvillette couldn't stop but look at it, it's perfect, he finds it so arousing and realises you had done it for him— you're just so fucking hot, he swears he tastes the faintest traces of a taste like honey on his tongue whenever he eats you out— and he welcomes it, sinks gratefully against you while you gasp and choke at the sensation.

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Him: I fucking own you. You're mine now. You ain't going no fucking where. I'm about to be your last boyfriend. I'm about to be your only boyfriend. I'm about to be your husband. You're mine.

Y/n: *smiling* so you like me?

Him: *blushing* y-yes...

Imagine Al Haitham opening his house only to realize how silent and cold it has become. Looking around, the light into the living room has off, making him wonder if no was around the house which was strange. It should be around the time were you were at home but then again, he himself have nothing to say since he was usually still out during this time. Today just happened to be the day where he found himself under time at work.

Imagine Al Haitham who quietly made his way into the the house, was about to open your shared room when he realized it was already open, left unlocked as he went high alert. He stood there for a moment, looking around for any signs of intruder, mind going miles as he suddenly thought of you. Is that why you are not there to welcome him as usual? Because something happened to you- sniff.

Imagine it was soon followed by a fit of sobbing. Unlike before, he turned stiff in place. Suddenly not knowing what to do. Al Haitham have seen you cried before, but it was often due to happiness. And now that he was hearing those seemingly pain sobs that he knew you were trying to hide. He does not know what to do. Should he enter the room and comfort you? Or should he walk away and give you more time for yourself? If he happened to work just in time like usual, would ever knew you were in such state?

Imagine for who know how long, you heard the sound of the door slamming causing you to flinch. You had just finished your breakdown for some time now. Maybe it was the stress or maybe it was something else. But today was just one of those days were everything seemed to be going south and before you knew it, you found yourself locked into your lover's room on tears, losing track of time. Come to think of it, it was about time Al Haitham went back. But then again, you were a mess. You just finished crying a little while ago, you still have not washed your face. In the end, you found yourseld under the covers when there was a knock on your bedroom door.

Imagine the shift of weight of the bed upon feeling his presence. You are tense, not knowing what to do if he were ever to see you in such state. And to your concern, you felt his hand reach out upon feeling his hand right on your head. "Are you awake?" His question made you sniff. He knew. "I bought some stuffs back in the dinning room, care to join me for a meal? It's late." There he was speaking so gently as you felt him caress your head gently through the sheets in unknowingly make you tear up and you sniff once again. You then felt him pat you gently before there was a shift of weight in the bed again. "I'll be waiting, hmm."

Imagine just in time as Al Haitham finished setting up the dishes and plates, you emerged in the room with an exhausted look on your face. Nevertheless there was a small genuine on his face that brings you comfort as he opened his arms to welcome you. "Come here." And you did, no questions and hesitation, you throw yourself at him as he warp you in his arms. Once you do, you found yourself crying once again but, "It must have been hard, hmmm?" You felt him caress your head, running his fingers in your hair. "It's alright." He pat you onnthe back with his free hand. "I'm here now."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024° :(

yeah so… riding arlecchinos face fic when shes in her boss form when???

you drive a hard bargain...

perhaps it is finally time to give the people what they want

(nsfw utc)

her clawed hands dig into your hips, guiding you into a rhythm just slightly too rough for you.

she's practically merciless with how she rubs you on her tongue. of course, you've done this before. just not in this form.

she would always say it was too risky. she didn't want to hurt you. her claws may draw blood.

though none of that seems to be a problem anymore with how she grinds your cunt on her tongue, the sides rubbing your inner thighs as you mewl and twitch in her grasp.

she's reduced you to a pathetic little toy, helplessly moving your hips against her while she does all the work.

you're dripping so much slick, whining her name so beautifully, your pretty body completely on display for her.

one clawed hand reaches up, pinching and teasing your pert nipples before her thumb slides into your mouth, holding your tongue down. she adores how you gag and choke, hips stuttering, body shaking as you cum for her.

she lets you weakly grind your sensitive little cunt against her a few more times before you go lax in her grip. you smile tiredly down at her, moving to get up, only whining when she drags you back down.

"you promised you could handle it. i'll make sure you regret that." she tells you, roughly shoving you back onto her tongue, coaxing overstimulated noises from you.

her nails finally draw blood, beading up and dripping down. you're sure you'll see the marks in the mirror tomorrow, a pretty reminder of how such a composed woman can be so ravenous.

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 · 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬

contents: fluff. established relationship. mildly suggestive. wriothesley finds your lips irresistible in the color red. 1.1k wc.

“You look absolutely stunning, sweetheart.”

The soft curve of your lips spreads into a smile at the sound of Wriothesley’s voice followed by your gaze flickering to his pensive appearance from the reflection in the looking glass. There he casually leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest with a fond smile of his own settled over his face. He’s perfectly dressed in a dark-tone tailored suit and his usual loose tie around his neck, and with the way he’s posing it makes you think he wants to draw your attention to the outline of his muscular biceps under all those layers.

“You look quite handsome yourself. I’m almost ready, just need the last final touch…” You drawl, as you continue where you left off to smear the pigment of the bold lipstick over your bottom lip and you don’t notice the way the innocent act itself seems to have enamored him. Your ring finger then lightly taps the plush of your lips to blend the color seamlessly until you hum in approval with a nod of your head after doing a once over of yourself. Your legs swing over the side of the chair to bring yourself upright and after smoothing the wrinkles of your dress you chime, “All ready now!”

“New dress? Looks lovely on you, darling.” You could feel the heat of Wriothesley’s gaze roam over your body, taking in your features and the exquisite outfit that you spent hours getting ready for the gala tonight. He pushes himself from the threshold and with a few short strides, he gently grabs your waist reeling you into him while his other hand brushes against the expensive garment that he spent good money on before resting on your hip.

“And you’re just a vision in red right now.” There’s a hint of primal desire behind his eyes as he glances down to your beautifully painted lips. He feels himself inching closer and closer to revel in its softness when suddenly he finds your index finger pressed to his lips instead.

“Sorry Wrio, I don’t want to ruin my lipstick.”

He blinks once and twice, and a chuckle escapes him when he registers that you denied his advances to save yourself from a little lipstick smear. That’s fine by him, so he just needs to work a bit harder for your sweet loving affections. He takes your hand that’s between you both in his much larger one and peppers several quick kisses over your knuckles, his thumb brushing over your skin as he moves to hold your hand simply down by your side. “Not even going to give me a taste? Just one wouldn’t hurt to tide me over for the night.”

“We played that song before, and we were almost an hour late the last time.” Your hands reach up to adjust his tie and he gives a low groan when you tighten it to properly fit around his neck. He knows that you’re right with the way his smirk broadens at you. A sweet taste from you is only going to make him want more of you, and now he’s thinking about how much he wants to ruin that lipstick just to see your messy lips. He’d even let you leave lipstick stains in the shape of your gorgeous lips all over him if that’s what you wanted. And that stunning dress that he can’t wait to take off later…

“Ah. You’re killing me here, sweetheart.” His eyes wander down to your lips for a moment once again before slowly drifting back up to meet your gaze. He presses himself against you and you can feel his warm breath against your lips, “Fine, fine. But I could use a little color on me. I’m so monochrome. How about right here?” He taps his cheek, looking at you with mock innocence.

You feel like you could see right through him, but you don’t want to be a complete spoilsport and ruin all the fun so after much contemplation you finally relent because a fleeting kiss on the cheek should be harmless. And it wouldn’t be too much trouble getting him all cleaned up and appearing presentable again with the few minutes that you both have to spare before it’s time to make your departure.

“Okay, I suppose that’s fine. Just a kiss on the cheek.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” A cheeky grin tugs at the corners of his mouth and he doesn’t hide his eagerness to turn his cheek toward you to receive your love. You laugh quietly to yourself with a small shake of your head in amusement as you gently take his face in both your hands, one resting on his cheek and the other on the nape of his neck. On your tippy toes, you crane your neck to plant a soft peck on him but much to your surprise you kiss him fully on the lips when he does a quick movement at the very last second. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No. no, it wasn’t.” You’re nothing but soft giggles and adoring smiles despite being outsmarted by your boyfriend, and you feel him slip his arms loosely around your waist locking his fingers together at your lower back. Your thumb goes to wipe away the transferred smudge from his lips, and you’ve never realized how much tenderness and softness his eyes could hold after he was much too pleased with himself for stealing a brief kiss from you. “Was that everything you hoped for?”

“For now? Yes. But I won’t be able to stop thinking about your lips, or wanting to pull you off into some secluded room during tonight’s event.” He says almost teasingly, but it sounds more like a tempting offer if you somehow decide the festivities aren’t meeting your expectations or you need a moment away for some quiet time with him. And you suppose, the same thoughts have surfaced in your mind when you first saw his delectable get-up in the mirror but you couldn’t bear the embarrassment of explaining your late arrival to Monsieur Neuvillette with frenzied excuses again.

“That’s quite the imagination you have there.” Wriothesley notices that you’re not outright denying him of such tasteful fantasies, and he knows that it’s only a matter of time before you eventually cave into his enticing seduction. “We should head out now if we want to make it there on time.”

Anyone x fem reader - Quick write

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His eyes cracked open to the familiar ceilings of the hospital. But things felt different this time, not that he could put his finger on why.

As the sleepy haze left his mind, his head snapped up and looked around the room.

“Where’s my wife?” He asked the first person he saw.

The woman was sniffing but smiling, her makeup smudged from previous tears. “I’m right here, dear.” She sniffled and put her hand over his.

The ring that glinted back was one he recognized. “Why do you have my wife’s ring? Where is she?” He questioned, slight accusation coming in between the worry of his words. Where were you?

She stuttered in shock and sniffed out a few more tears, “But I am your wife, we’ve been together since-“

“You’re not my wife.” He snapped, his eyes meeting hers. She didn’t even look like you.

Her eyes were wide before she stood and raced out of the room crying. Not that he cared, he needed his lover. He needed to see you safe.

He tried to move out of the bed, to call for someone he recognized, but pain shot through his head. Hunched over and pushing against his temples, he didn’t even hear his teammates slip into the room.

“Please you have to stay in bed-“ they begged, only to be shut up by the same question as before.

“Where’s my wife?” His voice was desperate now, tear rimming his lashes as he looked between the hesitant comrades.

“You… you divorced a while ago…” they finally explained, knowing it was you he was referring to.

“Never. I’d never-“

“But you did. After you left her for your current wife.” One barked, finally letting some withheld resentment. What had he done?

He shook his head as much as he could, denial filling all the leftover memories he had. “No, I’d never- she’s the love of my life- I- I-“

Silence fell over the room as he was forced to come to the realization that he’d done something wrong. That he’d lost you because of a version of himself he couldn’t even remember anymore.

His drug-induced sobs filled the room as begged to see you again. To see you safe…

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John Price, Miguel O’Hara, Johnny “Soap” Mactavish , any cod man really , Marc Spector or Jake Lockley , Gojo Satoru , etc. I’m really showing my fandom preferences lmao

These are the men I can imagine specially getting into this situation (idiots)

"will you still choose me even when i'm no longer young and beautiful?" the muse asks her lover beneath the stars.

the lover looks at his muse, gently caressing her face as she turns to look at him.

"even with all the people out there, even if your love for me runs out, and even after your time on earth ends, i'd still choose you over anything. i don't care if your hairs are grey, your skin develops wrinkles and folds, or when you forget about me, getting to stay by your side is all that matters." - zhongli, neuvillette, imbibitor lunae, blade, your faves <3

gang i said i wouldn't post but 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ wanted to do a little something for other fandoms EUEUUEUEUEU so here's a little thing...idk what to call it ANYWAYS i hope this was enjoyable for everyone!! comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated! i'll be posting a lot tomorrow to make up for the two days i didn't post much hihi so yeah! lmk if you have any reqs and i'll work on them asap!!

Hi ray

Could write dragon! Arlecchino x hunter! Reader who hunts dragon because she was tasked to even tho she didn't wish to do so but little did the reader know that arlecchino is very strong

So when the reader was tasked she was warned by the villagers but what could the reader do but to only obey the orders when the reader met arlecchino trying to hunt her down she failed to do so

Dragon Hunter Mother

(Arlecchino x Fem! Reader)

A/N - Like always, if you want to request something from me again anon, give yourself a name/emoji ☺️ Also, I love this idea. I don't plan out my requests, plot just kinda comes as I write, so let's see what I do with this. I'm assuming you also want reader to be afab as well. Since you didn't say about arlecchino having a human form, I'm just not going to write it. Don't ask me how this turned to be over the limit I said these requests were gonna be. I got carried away with world building and plot. Sorry 😬 . Hopefully this was okay? Honestly, didn't know how I would make it romantic, but I guess I'll put it under romantic? I tried by best anon, feel free to request again if you want me to write it in a different way 🫶. Sorry for taking so long, but here it is!  Content warnings / info - author doesn't know how to write dragons, semi-graphic violence, if it wasn't obvious, Freminet, Lyney, and Lynette make an appearance, 2.6k words 

Stemming from a long line of dragon hunters, it was no surprise that like the rest of your siblings, you would take up the mantle of also being a dragon hunter. Dragon hunting is a service to the kingdom exclusive to only a few noble families like yours, hence why its hunters are practically revered by the kingdom's citizens. Protecting the kingdom, receiving glory after every slaughter, earning a large chunk of the kingdom's money, it's no doubt that many aggrandize and covet to be in the same position. 

You've never wanted to be a dragon hunter. It's an arduous job in a kingdom known for its dragon outbreaks. The Majesty is prompt in requesting dragon hunters, sending them from one corner of the kingdom to the other unhesitatingly, and frequently underestimate the duration that these kill orders take. When the process of dragon hunting involves tracking the dragon, finding the dragon's sanctum, preparing to combat against a dragon, and finally, killing it, it takes at least a week if it's one of the older dragons. The Majesty has high expectations, and it's a struggle to keep up with them. Kill orders were often piled on top of one another, which means immediately after you complete one, it is off to finishing the next one.

It is a job of ruin. When was the last time you've gotten more than a few hours of sleep? The last time you've had a full meal? The last time you were able to have a relaxing bath? 

Killing dragons is not how you would like to waste away your life, slaving away under a duty that everyone idolizes. As you carry on your role, you begin to learn more and more about these flying reptiles; dragons are fascinating, intelligent creatures. It is a shame that many villagers are so terrified of them, dragons actively avoid humans; though for one reason or another, dragons occasionally seek the nearest human civilization, eating farm animals and destroying any shelter or barricade that stands in their way. Perhaps you're just foolish, but you believe that there is a real reason for this behavior, and that there could be a solution to this. 

Until then, you could do little more but heed each order, slaughtering dragon by dragon. Their dying cries plague your dreams every night, leaving you empty and restless. 

You arrive at a village, the emblem on your chest plate that indicates your occupation glints as you step out of the carriage. The village head greets you quickly, settling you down in front of a cup of tea and some snacks, before cutting straight to the details.

“This dragon… I'd be careful. I've heard of you, a genius among geniuses in terms of dragon hunting, but I warn you right now. This dragon is different. Smarter, more powerful than your typical one, I bet. Its fire… even among other dragons, isn't comparable. It can torch the whole village, and it got damn near close to. Cunning bastard as well, it can pinpoint where our sheeps are and it can evade our traps. It disappeared from our village a few decades… we assumed it died naturally, but then it returned again earlier this season.”

“When was the last time it attacked? Do you know what kind of dragon it is?”

“No. We’ve never seen a dragon like it before. I'm not sure if it follows under the kingdom's classifications. It's black and white with three pairs of wings! And its tail… sharp like, like…like a scythe, can slice houses in half! Its claws are just as dangerous too. Can breathe fire, of course.”

Three pairs of wings… that means this dragon is considerably old. Dragons gain pairs of wings after their first set through molting, which only occurs every five or four sex following reaching maturity, meaning this dragon was at least a century old. You grimace. Older dragons are always harder to get rid of. Most of the dragons that you encounter only have one pair, on the rare occasion, two. This is the first time you've been assigned a three-paired dragon.

Its colorings are also strange; you've never heard of a black and white dragon specifically. The tail description, however, isn't very uncommon; it could be a signifier that this is an incredibly rare hybrid among dragon species. If it's as powerful as it's said, and if you consider its age, then perhaps they come from one of the Dynasty species… but a descendent of that species hasn't been seen in many years. If this is true, then of course it wouldn't follow under the kingdom's ordinary classifications of dragons. Still, a hybrid? Mating between different species almost never happens. This really was a special case. And its disappearance? You couldn't even fathom why.

“Do you know at least where it lives?”

The village head turns to his right, pointing in that direction. “If you continue that direction, you'll come across a forest. That's where it goes. We don't know where it lives, we've been too scared to try and find out ourselves.”

You sigh. Well, this wasn't much to work with. “Is there anywhere I can stay?” 

“Yes, yes. There's a room above the bar that's just for you. Free of charge, of course. The food as well. Just please… eradicate this beast.” 

“I'll do my best.” 

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No matter how many forests you go to, you never become fonder of them. Traversing them was always annoying. Too much greenery to walk through, too many streams and rivers to cross, and just too many damn trees. This terrain is especially difficult to find traces of dragons in. It'd be better to make your own traces then scour through the forest to search for them, hence why you're at a stream, catching as much fish as you can with a net. Fish makes for good dragon bait, though you don't intend to use it to trap the dragon. You doubt any trap you could make in the little time you have could kill or harm the dragon, but it will lure the dragon to you.

You pause to take a break, glancing at the pile of fish you've collected. The smell is starting to assault your nostrils. Ugh. 

You hear a crunch behind you, and you turn. Your eyes widen and you pick up your sword, raising them towards the three dragons that surround you. Adrenaline pumps through you as you stand up, observing the creatures. 

All of them only have one-pair of wings, with similar features and size; they’re as large as a full grown bear, if you subtract their tail length, and you realize that they're baby dragons, yet to reach maturity. They have, notably, distinct colorings, but they all share the same black and gray coloring. Perhaps they come from the same hatch? The one to your right has red, almost maroon, splotches over their scales. This one is wide eyed, but its features are relaxed as if playful and curious. The one in the middle seems to be the smallest, fearful as if it’s cowering with its dipped head and the tail wrapping around itself protectively; this one has almost a marigold accent to it. The one to the right is teal, and passive, like it doesn't see you in the slightest. 

Baby dragons are hardly as aggressive or destructive as their adult counterparts, but that doesn't mean they can't pose a danger. Still, you don't want to harm them, not when they haven't done anything that would warrant you to.

The red one approaches, deliberately, sniffing towards your direction. You brace your sword, and it trudges up to you, nostrils grazing against your armor before it nudges against your hand. It then walks past you, its focus deadset on the pile of fish behind you. The two other dragons follow in the red one's lead, and you sigh in relief, placing your sword back in its sheathes.

Baby dragons, three of them especially, are a rare sight, as they're often sheltered in their father's den, and they don't venture out until they've fully matured. This being because they're quite vulnerable despite the threat they hold once they've matured. Eliminating them is a part of your duty, however, you never feel right killing creatures that have just hatched. They couldn't be more than ten years old; they still had a few more decades before they could pose a danger. If they're out like this, it's likely they've been abandoned. Mother dragons often leave their young after childbirth, and the fathers are left to take care of them; it could be that the father died recently. 

Whatever the case, you think that they deserve to live a little longer. Plus, they're kind of cute… 

Although, the more you observe them, the more you feel you should prevent the fish supply you spent all day getting from declining. They seem less cute now. You groan as they eat until there's no more fish, and they turn back to you, croaking as if requesting more. 

What are you, their mother? Your eye twitches in vexation. 

You spend your evening fishing for baby dragons at the river. Un-fucking-believable. Weren't you wonderful at your job? 

You decide to leave the dragons at the river bank as you search for wood to make a campfire. To your slight annoyance and amusement, the young dragons trail behind you. You get random twigs and branches that scatter the forest floor. One of the dragons, the yellow one, picks up a branch in their mouth, before offering it to you. 

Damn it, why did you have to be a dragon hunter? You take the stick in your hand, hesitantly petting the top of its head. This is something you’ve never done before, but you wouldn't mind doing it again. It leans into your hand. You don't deserve this treatment, you hunt their kind. Oh, how you wish you could tell them what you'd have to do once they grow up. Why did you have to be a dragon hunter? You're holding back tears as you continue the petting action. 

Its other siblings, unbeknownst to your existential crisis, follow its behavior, and you've turned the baby dragons into your personal campfire wood carriers. You think dragon trainor fits you better than a dragon hunter at this point, but that profession doesn't grant an affordable life. 

Seating yourself on a tree stump, you build your campfire and light it. You use it to cook a fish over, while you try to fend off said trout from being eaten by the dragons. By the time it's done cooking, the little creatures are exhausated, curling against you as the three fall asleep against your legs and back. You don't want to admit it, but it's a comfortable weight against you. You didn't even know that dragons snore until now.

Peace at last, you think, finally able to eat your fish alone. 

Too soon, too soon. You hear it before you see it, the whipping of winds that you can only associate with the beating of dragon wings as it flies. The sound grows louder, meaning it's heading straight towards you. You stand up, unsheathing your sword and bracing yourself for an assault. Shit, shit, shit, you're not prepared to fight in this territory whatsoever. What was it attracted to? The campfire? The smell of your fish? Or perhaps… you glance at the still sleeping creatures. 

You don't have much time to ponder as the ground shakes when the beast lands in front of you, right on top of the river, its gargantuan form making you tremble. An earth shattering roar escapes its throat, nearly making you tumble back from the sheer force, and your ears ring painfully. 

You've never seen a larger dragon before. You count the pair of wings through squinted eyes. One, two, three. This is the dragon you've been hired to hunt? 

The hand holding your sword doesn't stop shaking, no matter how much you try to control your muscles. The adult dragon nears, and your heart rate pounds louder and louder with each footstep. Black and white colorings? Check. Sharp tail? Check. You know you have to fight it, but how could you possibly? It dwarfs you in every single way possible. 

It swipes its tail at you, and you duck as fast as possible, just barely missing being sliced in half like the trees behind you. Its tail retracts to lunge at you again, and you block the sharp end with your sword, though it just swats you away easily, throwing you across the bank of the river. You land on the gravel with a pained groan, and you scramble to get up, facing the dragon. 

Piercing red-crossed eyes gaze back at you, and you no longer feel like the hunter. Instead, you feel like the prey, and every fiber of your being is telling you to run. You wield your sword again resolutely. If you die, then you die, but you'll die knowing you tried. The dragon tilts its head back, preparing its fiery breath, and you ready your wrist shield. 

Suddenly, a familiar croak comes from behind the adult dragon, and you see the baby dragons rush into the adult dragon, headbutting its feet. The dragon snaps its head back into its normal position, gazing down at the small dragons at its feet. You're afraid that the larger dragon will crush them, but instead it growls. The young ones chirp back, communicating with it. 

You stand there, bewildered, the pieces coming together in your mind quickly. Is the black and white dragon their father? Are they trying to save you? The tension in your shoulders relaxes the slightest bit. The father dragon whips its head back to you, and you freeze, paralyzed under its predatory gaze. Too swiftly does its tail shoot towards you, but instead of impaling you as you prepared, it merely wraps around your midsection, lifting you effortlessly. You drop your sword out of pure shock from being in mid air, and it brings you face to face with the dragon. 

The dragon snarls, baring its teeth, and you think it's the end once you see its pearly whites. Instead, however, it sniffs you, before pausing, observing you more. You're holding your breath, wondering when you will meet your fate. It opens its mouth wide, displaying a row of teeth in its oral cavern. You squeeze your eyes shut but all you feel is something warm, wet, and slimey. A tongue drags across your face, and you cringe, immediately bringing your hands to wipe away the thick saliva. The tail around you loosens, and you fall on your back, grunting from the impact of hitting the floor. 

Okay. Well, you're alive at least, you think, once you get the liquid out of your eyes but it is unfortunately in your hair. If it hasn't killed you yet, then it must mean that it likes you? 

You open your eyes, and see that the dragon lays in front of you, its snout just a feet away from you. Each huff from the dragon blows your hair back with hot air, but you don't mind it. The smaller dragons prance by your side, chirping and croaking with a high-pitched tone. Bemused but just grateful that you've yet met your end, you pet their heads. By the growl from the father, they approve of your action, and your heart melts. You reach out to pet the snout of the larger dragon, and it closes its eyes, further nudging against you before a grumbly purr escapes its throat.

Seems like you've just been forcibly adopted by a family of dragons. You don't think you'll complain that much. 

bf kitty wanderer with an oral fixation because i am unwell!!!!!!!! (fem reader because tatas)

you didn't know he had an oral fixation, but the longer you two were together, the more you noticed the smaller things about him. when he's really deep in thought about something he tends to chew on the skin of his thumb and his kitty ears would twitch occasionally, or when he would be studying anything and the tip of his index finger would slip between his lips for awhile, or when you offer him a drink with a straw and he'd bite down and fiddle with the straw. it was cute at first, and still is! but since you've been with him so long he's gotten slightly more comfortable than before. his face would be burrowed in your chest, hands pawing and kneading at your tummy while he purrs gently, vibrations emitting from his throat. you two would stay in that position for awhile, your nails gently scratching the base or behind his ears as his tail swishes from side to side slowly in satisfaction, but his hands get bold, though his mouth stays closed. he travels upwards slowly, very slowly, attempting to hide the fact he wants to paw at your tits like a little kitten and you hum his name in confusion. "what're you doing there, hm?" you inquire, a smile in your voice as you tease him. "shut up, m'not doin anything." he grumbles into your neck and his hand pulls your shirt up cautiously, waiting for you to push him back, but you never do. his delicate hands grip at your breast, a long purr leaving his body at the feeling of your squishy, warm skin. he pushes down onto your meaty chest and slowly begins a rhythm of squeezing and pushing on your tits. "you tryna make biscuits or something?" you tease at him quietly, moaning gently when he pinches your nipples. "don't start getting all cocky." he warns, you chuckle before sucking in a sharp breath when he unexpectedly latches his lips onto your left nipple, sucking harshly and he continues to fiddle with your, now burning hot skin. his body was practically on top of yours when he rolls his hips, rubbing his clothed cock against your thigh, a needy, guttural moan escapes him, muffling it slightly against your breast and he slowly grinds against you. his mouth leaves your nipple to suck onto the other one, from the way his mouth is desperately moving across your breast, it seemed as if he was almost trying to suck milk out. "please yn..." he whispers against your chest, his cock still rubbing against your thigh. you know exactly what he wants, but it's so nice to hear it in that desperate little voice he does after all the scolding and witty comments. "please what? what does my little kitty want?" his ears twitch in sync with his cock at the little pet name and his tail practically wags in want. "you know what. just let me..." he breaths out with impatience in his tone, he pushes his clothed cock against your, already, soaked underwear and whimpers when he feels your warmth against him. after his desperate tries at getting you to give into his pleads and cute meows, you finally tell him he can put his painfully hard dick inside you, and he wastes no time to rip your pants off, along with him and cockwarm you, the slightest movement from you sending his sensitive, needy cock over the edge and he spews all his kitty cum inside your wet, comfy pussy as he paws at your tits and sucking hickeys all over them.

synopsis — you've fainted and they learn about it from someone else pairings — bf! venti, xiao, tighnari, cyno, neuvillette, dottore (webttore) and dainsleif x reader (seperate) warnings — fainting mentioned, not eating enough food as the source of fainting, reader is referred to as [y/n]; hu tao's sense of humour is questionable; tighnari is very petty; cyno's jokes are bad; webttore calls reader a bitch once; notes — sorry for the lack of content recently, I've been in the middle of my university exam season for the past two weeks; hopefully now that I started summer, I'll be able to post more !!

VENTI

XIAO

TIGHNARI

CYNO

NEUVILLETTE

WEBTTORE

DAINSLEIF

date of posting — june 11th 2024

Here me out... sub! transfem arle x dom! reader. Riding the shit out of her, using her to make yourself cum like a dildo but not letting her come. Or pulling on her leash, making her thrust back inside of you even when she's too tired. Or her crying when your sweet pussy finally wraps around her dick after continuously denying her of her climax

FUCK YES

Essentially using Arlecchino like some toy, chasing your own pleasure instead of letting her cum like she so badly wants to :( poor baby wants release? Not until you're finished with her ☺️

Riding her and intentionally squeezing your walls around her dick that's practically leaking precum and you KNOW you're driving her insane—it's pretty clear in the way that she's actually begging for you to pleaaaase let her cum bc she's been so good for you, but you don't listen lol. Why would you? It's fun, forcing her to hold it all in by your command 😋

And when you start to cum? Oh, how she adores the feeling of your folds spasming around her and coating her length with your hot cum.........if it weren't for the fact that you pulled yourself off of her cock to do so with a smirk on your face HAHAHAHAAHAHA

The moment she DOES cum without your permission though? She's pleading at you, saying sorry and that she didn't mean to but it just felt too much and she couldn't hold it in........but she should've held it in :/ like where'd all that initial self-control go, hm?

Ofc you gotta discipline your beloved pet for disobeying you 😞😞 if you don't then the leniency may cost you!!!! So you put a cock ring on her, one that vibrates when you will it to bc magic exists, and you stimulate her so much that this woman starts to cry from not being able to cum

Really though it's her fault for bring impatient 🙄🤷‍♀️

I saw your series of genshin characters if their s/o dies and I wanted to request it with Kaveh Tighnari Furina Lyney and whoever else you wanna add?

𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

𝑻𝒘: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉, 𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊, 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂, 𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐,𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏 (𝑪𝒚𝒏𝒐, 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒐, 𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂)

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐 (𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄, 𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐)

𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉

You had left for a commission a day ago. You weren't supposed to be gone long, maybe a few hours at most which is why when Kaveh woke up the morning after you left and you weren't in bed with him, he was extremely worried. He asked everyone he saw that day if they had seen you, and he even went out to where your commission was supposed to be to look for you but nothing. Not a single trace of you was left there, By the end of the day he was worried sick, and he was going around asking for the second time if they had seen you.

He had gotten Cyno to go out in the desert and look for you and he found you dead near the sight of where your commission had been. When Kaveh found this out he was in a state of shock. You? dead? his s/o? his strong s/o? there was no way, he wouldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. For a few months after your death Kaveh was just in complete denial and everyone was worried about him. Even his roommate Al-Haitham had tried talking to him about what had happened to you but every time he did Kaveh would just shake his head and deny it. "No, Y/n's not dead..." he would say, even if deep down he knew he was just saying this because he couldn't admit it. He knew you were gone, and he knew that denying it wasn't helping.

About a year after your death is when he started to come to terms with it. And it was the hardest thing he had ever done; He barely left the house and when he did, he didn't talk to anyone. He took about a year just keeping to himself and trying to cope and after that year he slowly started to become himself again. But even after that it always seemed like a piece of him was missing.

𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊

You had always been extremely sickly. It was something you had delt with since you were young and when you met Tighnari and ended up starting a relationship with him he wanted you to live a good healthy life. He would always try to make new medicines for you, but nothing seemed to work. Tighnari knew deep down that your sickness would be the thing to kill you, but he would've never admitted it.

One morning Tighnari woke up to the sound of you coughing and it was clear that you were having a hard time breathing. He immediately got to work trying to find something to give you to help but nothing worked. Tighnari desperately tried to save you but in the end, it was futile you ended up dying that afternoon. Tighnari was with you in your last moments. "Please hold on Y/n.." He begged as he held your hand tightly. As you took your final breaths Tighnari just broke down into tears.

Collei heard him crying in the room over and came into the room and she gasped when she saw the sight before her. Collei did her best to comfort Tighnari, but nothing could help right now. "I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but I need some time alone right now" He choked out. He spent the next few days locked up in his office just mourning. After about four days he knew that he had to return to work even if it was hard. When he returned to his duties, he pushed down all of his emotions and he just kept everything hidden from everyone. Whenever someone would ask him how he was doing and how he was coping he would just respond with. "I'm fine."

𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂

(𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔!! 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕!)

You were killed by a member of the fatui. You were out late one night, and you had run into the fatui on accident, and it didn't end well for you. The beloved s/o of the God of justice Furina, the people of Fontaine loved you just as much as they loved her and the whole nation of Fontaine was in mourning.

But it was nothing compared to Furina's mourning. You were the only one Furina trusted with her secret. The only one she confided in. You were everything to her and you were just gone? She was absolutely devasted and for months after your death she locked herself in her room. Refusing to come out and leaving all of the work to Neuvilette.

And she had no intention of leaving any time soon. She couldn't face her people like this. She couldn't put the act on right now she just couldn't. One morning she was looking out the window of her room and it was raining, and she had noticed that the water levels had indeed risen. She sighed and she knew she needed to return to her work. She did what she does best, and she forced herself to put on the act that she was okay and that she was coping well with your death. She forced herself to be strong and once again she forced herself to be a god.

𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒚

Lyney being involved with the fatui meant he was involved with some pretty dangerous people. However, he never thought that those people would end his beloved s/o's life. Lyney had some problems with a few of the people in the fatui and one of those people took it out on his s/o and one day when you were on a commission one of those people killed you. Lynette was actually the one that got the word that you had gotten killed, Lyney was away from Fontaine and when he got back, he expected to be greeted by his beloved s/o but he wasn't.

Instead, he was greeted by his sister Lynette who looked extremely worried. "What's wrong sister? Where's y/n?" He asked. Lynette frowned and looked at her brother. She told him that you had been killed and as soon as the words left her mouth Lyney gasped and covered his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, He wasn't even gone from Fontaine for long and you were fine before he left. You kissed him goodbye and told him that you'd see him when he gets home. You were alive a few days ago and now you were just gone? it was so much to process. He sat down and he stayed silent for a few moments with hundreds of thoughts running through his mind.

After a while he still realized Lynette was there waiting for him to say something. He nodded and spoke softly "Thank you for telling me..." He said getting up and walking to his room. He cried himself to sleep that night, the bed felt so empty without you next to him and he didn't get much sleep at all that night. Lyney tries to push forward and move on like normal since he knows he has a job to do, and he has to take care of his siblings. And while the people around him might think he's doing better he never fully gets over you.

𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐

Whenever you had commissions, she would always accompany you and today was supposed to be no different but as you two were about to set out Arlecchino got word that there was a situation she needed to tend to. You assured her that you'd be fine and Arlecchino nodded. She believed you would be fine, and she kissed you bye and she told you she'd meet up with you later. But when she met up with you later what she saw shocked her. She found you lying in a pool of your own blood. You had gotten hit pretty bad in the stomach. She ran over to you, and she scooped you up in her arms. "Dear? Dear what happened!" She said trying to shake you awake.

But she was too late, you were dead. She brought you back the House of the Hearth and there was a funeral held for you. She knew mourning was for the weak, but she couldn't help but give herself a few days. She gave herself a few days to mourn and a few days only. When the few days were up, she returned to her work even if it hurt and it was hard. She became a lot more ruthless, and the children of the House of the Hearth noticed their father becoming a lot colder and more distant.

𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

You and Neuvillette had been married for years. You were his whole world and he loved you to pieces. However, one day you came down with an illness that was going around Fontaine and had already taken the lives of so many in Fontaine. Neuvillette knew better than anyone that you were strong, and he believed you could beat this. However, over the next few months you were just getting weaker and weaker and eventually it became clear that there was no way you were going to survive.

You had a peaceful death surrounded by your family, your friends and of course your beloved husband. Neuvillette didn't take your death well, he neglected his work duties for months and since you were close friends with Furina, Furina understood completely and gave Neuvillette as much time as he needed before he came back to work.

Eventually Neuvillette came back to work, but he kept to himself, he didn't talk much and completely shut himself off away from everyone. He never re married or found anyone else, he couldn't there was no way he could move on from you. You were his everything and he thought about you every day, wishing there was some way you could come back to him.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!<𝟑 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆!!

Hi! I have gi request: can you do headcanons about reader being best friends with some characters? Namely, Wanderer, Nahida, Furina and Albedo. If you don't feel like doing all of them, at least someone is fine! Thank you <3

Being best friends with Wanderer, Nahida, Furina and Albedo

Wanderer

Being the best friend of the wandering reformed puppet includes listening to him bitch and moan about how having friends makes your life better and how it cannot go wrong ever. Note the sarcasm. He does really like having you as a friend since you’ve never done anything to think you’d betray or abandon him and shows it through his actions

Being the best friend of the wandering reformed puppet includes having to explain to others that it took a while for Wanderer to stop trying to ditch you the first few months/a year and assuring others that he’s not an awful person he just has a resting bitch face.

Being the best friend of the wandering reformed puppet includes drinking bitter tea and helping make delicious dishes but being scolded if you don’t help with cleaning the dishes. You also enjoy how annoyed he is at the many people who follow him for being fond of him and incidentally playing hide-and-seek when you can’t find Wanderer.

Nahida

Being the best friend of the Dendro Archon includes hearing the best advice whether it’s being given to you or someone else that you’re around and having a relaxing afternoon in the forest or strolling around the streets of Sumeru city.

Being the best friend of the Dendro Archon includes hanging out with all of the Aranaras who are very happy to have a new friend and play games with. Both you and Nahida love dancing at night with fireflies flying around while the Aranara play songs and joyfully skip around one another.

Being the best friend of the Dendro Archon includes listening to Wanderer bitch about working with Nahida even though he’s glad too and making candied nuts. Making flower crowns out of wildflowers growing around the goddess and using vines to weave intricate designs with the flowers highlighting the crown.

Furina

Being the best friend of Lady Furina includes being overly dramatic with her almost constantly and acting out miniature favorite scenes from plays. She invites you to all the plays she is in and excitedly tells you all the funny behind-the-scenes tales she can without getting in trouble.

Being the best friend of Lady Furina includes trying and eating so many cakes and sweet foods that you both get full instantly. Seriously though both of you will get stomaches but are also welcomed back to the restaurant by the owners.

Being the best friend of Lady Furina includes cuddling with her hydro creations and having many tea parties with them. You both have so much fun popping the bubbles made by them and training gracefully like you’re dancing.

Albedo

Being the best friend of the chief alchemist includes so much hijinx that it’s almost like rolling a wheel every day to see what shit will ensue and you will also have to drag the homunculus out of his office for breaks. There are many times when you won’t see Albedo for days or weeks and then out of nowhere, he’ll show up on your doorstep asking if you want to get breakfast or lunch.

Being the best friend of the chief alchemist includes spending so much time with Klee regardless of whether Albedo is with you and trying your best not to let her get herself into trouble. Of course, it sometimes doesn’t work but Albedo is so fond and grateful that you have such a good relationship with his sister.

Being the best friend of the chief alchemist includes being very concerned that he eats spiders and desperately trying to get him to stop. You’ve tried so many things and all of them failed at one point Albedo tried to get you to eat a spider which ended with you slapping him.

hear me out right...

sethos with a dancer!reader. even better if they have a vision & incorporate the element into their movements like nilou!! idk what that one pond area in the desert is called (p sure it's where nilou's character demo takes place) but imagine they meet there.

it was night time, the sky was clear & the moon was at its brightest. sethos couldn't sleep so he takes a stroll & comes across reader who's dancing across the pond's surface. the moonlight illuminated them as they moved, bits of their elemental energy hovering around like fireflies.

sethos is fucking. AWEstruck. he hasn't a clue who this person is or why they're dancing in the middle of the night, but he's absolutely captivated. hooked. enchanted, if you will. he only snaps out of his stupor when reader is now in front of him, asking if he's okay bc he was just.. standing there like 🧍 but with his jaw dropped. they're lowkey embarrassed that they were seen dancing but it's fiiiine.

sethos was glad it was him that'd been blessed to witness such beauty & not anyone else. 🙏 i'd like to imagine he goes back to that same spot every night just to catch reader dancing once more.

OH OH imagine reader invites him to dance with them one night 🥺 AAAAAAA

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Very delicious brainrot, nonnie.

The shock-factor works wonders as, I'm sure, Sethos probably hasn't had much opportunity to interact with art growing up in the isolated Temple of Silence. His days were spent among ancient scriptures, reminders of his duty and bearing the weight of the organization's expectations. When a future has been assigned to you since the moment you gained consciousness of your surroundings, you're pushed away farther and farther from yourself. But you... you just seemed so carefree, like the world could never force down your dreams with its laws and even if it tried, you'd persevere.

Sethos was captivated by your dainty movements, but he was mesmerized more by how light he felt by just watching you dance to your heart's content. Without intending to, you'd shown him the path to becoming someone he could never be brave enough to be in broad daylight. There isn't a single moment when it feels like the stars above don't shine upon you, and like the background midnight, he's utterly intoxicated by the bashful smile you don upon noticing his presence.

He knows it shouldn't be correct, shouldn't feel so enthralling to monopolize your time and keep you occupied within his territory for as long as possible. But he can't help it, what if you attract actual danger instead of him next time? Celestia knows you have no clue of your environment when you enter your own world through dance. You wouldn't have to endure the Akademiya's judgemental glares in the desert, isn't practicing here the smartest decision? Besides, Sethos makes for pleasant company as well, no? And his ‘family’ have also started to warm up to you, you wouldn't want to make them upset, right?

There's another fear slowly taking root in Sethos's heart ; the other vessel of Hermanubis finding you and becoming equally, if not more entranced than he is — although he'd like to never admit to it. Sethos conceals a lot of insecurities in his heart and it'd just take a push to the right direction to make him snap. Which is why, he must guard you well, for your and his sakes.