depreshun (#1 alastor glazer)

You hummed softly in response, naked and sweaty beneath him. Your thighs were aching from the past 20 minutes of “foreplay” which he loves so much. Burying his face between your thighs while striking his cock but edging himself so that he could finish inside your warm, sweet hole.

“I’m not letting any of it go to waste, m’kay?” He had told you, before filling you up repeatedly with his sticky white seed.

His hand shifted from your thigh, warmth spreading to your tummy when his large hand pressed down gently. Eliciting a soft moan from you, your hands clawing into the silk sheets, curling your toes and squirming. As if you weren’t already on edge. “Mmm… s-stoppp.. don’t press there,” you whined, left eye closed from the twitching pleasure.

“No?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking, before lifting his hand obediently and staring at your abdomen. “S’hard not to… can see my cock bulging from inside your cute belly,” he hummed lowly, hips slowly pulling back.

It’s almost like you could feel what he was about to do, already watching your back and holding on a breath. His hips slamming forward, knocking the air out of you, a loud moan passing unfiltered through your soft lips. “Fuck… you sound good with me in you, you look incredibly good with me inside you, you smell so good when I’m in you… wanna marry me, doll?” He breathed out, his hand moving from above your abdomen to grab your chin.

“We’re already marriedddd.. stop talking and just fuck me..”

He chuckled, moving to push his index and middle finger into your mouth. “Don’t even need to ask twice…” he grinned, eyes half lidded with blissful pleasure. He blinked, watching you instinctively suck on his fingers with muffled soft moans, before he pulled his hand back, pushing your thighs down against your chest again. Lifting his hips, and slamming back into your again.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

Your breathing had quickened, your head lolling to the side, moaning out loud between every thrust. The room was loud and lewd. A fwop here and a shlorp there. “A-ah.. ah… mmh..!” You moaned out for him, mouth agape, eyes squeezed shut. While he was groaning shamelessly and moving his hips with a desperate pace.

“F-fuck yeah… you love this, don’t you?” He chuckled between his own gasps at your mindless nodding, “love being fucked dumb by me,” he punctuated dumb with a sharper thrust, pressing the gummy head of his cock against your cervix. Before focusing on the quicker, more shallow thrusts.

His pace quickened when he felt the tingle at the back of his spine, that euphoric sensation buzzing through him, before he stuttered and slammed against your hips for the last time.

Cum spurted from the tip of his cock, painting your walls in his warm white seed again. Filling you up for the nth time that night. His body blanketing yours in a warm hug, kissing the tension and stress away on your face. “Y-yeah.. just… a little more, angel..” he breathed out, muscles tightened and sweating all over. Nose nudging against your cheek.

“Just… a few more rounds, I need to see your tummy all big, whether that be from our babies… or just that cute bulge from my dick.”

"n-nari." you mutter into your boyfriend's shoulder, voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes. "not yet, dearest", tighnari stops you before you can say anything else. "n-ngh.. but-" "i said not now. a big girl like you is more than capable of listening to her superior, is she not?" you nod, desperate. you're sitting on tighnari's lap as he works on what feels like endless documents and reports to send back to the akademiya. usually this isn't a problem, but currently you feel like his cock is gonna split you in half if you sit on it any longer. his shaft throbs inside your sopping pussy, his tip hitting your cervix with your every move and twitch, only getting you closer to your orgasm. "a-ah!", you jolt up. tighnari laughs, playfully slapping your tit, making the soft flesh redden. "stay focused. i'm almost halfway done". you're in for a long and tedious afternoon, it seems.

you know your boyfriend, the wanderer, is a tough nut to crack, but even closed off guys need care, right? so you try and put your subbiness aside, and for once take the lead. the puppet is laying on your lap, your plush tits falling onto his perfect face, while his cock stands red and proud, begging to be touched by your soft hands. it's big, way bigger than you imagined, and it's so sensitive, twitching as soon as you try to wrap your palm around it. it's too big even for your hand, but scaramouche doesn't mind your sloppy handjobs, no, not when he has your puffy nipple in his mouth, sucking and tugging on it. his other hand is playing with your other tit, making you wince and stop jerking him off every time he slaps it, pinches it and lewdly squeezes it. you're so embarrassed - letting him toy with you like that, but can't stop tugging on his fat cock, desperate to see hat guy shoot his thick cum all over your hands and tits ♡.

“i have reason to believe that you, my dearest brother, are in love with [name].”

her voice goes up an octave at the last bit, leading wise to stuff her mouth with potato chips. already, heads have turned. “mff.”

“keep your voice down! and stop broadcasting it to everyone here-”

“what, i am right, aren't i? they clearly like you back, so why haven't you confessed yet?”

“keep. your. voice. down.” wise says, and belle's shit eating grin only widens as she sees her brother's ears tinged with pink. “and... how did you even know that?” he asks, mortified.

“well, one: because it's obvious—like, have you seen how obvious you are?” belle huffs, taking a bite of the potato chip with force (personal grudges are involved). “and two, because they like you back, dummy!”

because when belle sees the two of you together, it's like wise focuses on no one else. you are the center of his world—and he is just being pulled to bask in your light. his eyes soften like they melt only for you, and wise looks like all he is is, all he wants to be, is to belong with you.

(and, wise likes to stare at you for ungodly amounts of time. belle even caught him staring when you were petting a cat by the street and decided to name the stray ‘wise’; courtesy of him, apparently. the cat literally just had grey fur.

“wise.”

“hm?”

“you're practically spawning heart eyes now.”)

it's sickening. (in a oh my god my brother is in love kind of way, mind you.)

“so!” belle says, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “allow your dearest sister to help you out, 'kay?”

wise nearly coughs up blood.

“what?!”

so at present, belle compiles her (hastily written) list of romantic moments you and wise have shared. she's not surprised—the number can be counted on one hand. diabolical, disappointing, world-ending! she resists the urge to cough up blood.

first, a coff cafe date with tin man's help: a fail. tin man's wingman capabilities were very superb, but she never heard the end of it when wise was lecturing her about how tin man kept sending over heart shaped desserts and little fortune cookies. the fortune cookies in question which said ‘you can do it!’ and a latte with art of caricature tin man making a heart. (you were very confused). belle thought it was motivating. wise thought it was mortifying.

next, even instilling help from fairy to calculate statistics about what event would you two be likely to be together. fairy said, and belle quotes: “probably never. that kind of pining's for the long run, with the other master's current experience. give it a year or six, master.”

so, she's currently face-palming.

did her brother really have zero game? why were the two of you just dancing around each other?! she's tried everything—from letting you two spend more time with each other in commissions, her inviting you over more to leave you to chat with her brother, and even the entirety of sixth street has lent their aid! how were you two not dating yet?!

“didn't they go on an arcade date at random play yesterday?” belle mutters. “that should've increased your progress by a long mile, bro! even general chop said you two were really, really close in the noodle shop....”

just what was she going to do now? at this rate, her brother would be relationshipless in no time! in fairy's words again, it would be phaethetic. and that would be a phaethal blow on her pride.

“...master, i said no such thing.”

“well, now you did.”

“The Ethereal Reckoning,” there's a pep in your step, the boxes full of movie DVDs in your arms as you walk back to the movie store. it was heavy, but at least you got to walk with the grey-haired proxy beside you. “That movie was great! Thanks for recommending it to me.”

Sporting a dopey, lovesick grin in response, wise nods at that, content to listen to your voice. it was actually belle's idea to let you lend movies you like over so the two of you could talk about it back and forth. wise would need to (begrudgingly) treat her to a bowl of ramen later on.... she saved him—he probably wouldn't even be talking to you for this long at this point, let alone hang out with you without her. for someone so nosy, he guesses his sister was a pretty good wingwoman.

“the main character was pretty similar to billy, you know?” you ramble on as wise listens. “i mean, because they were an android too, and...”

he finds that he's content to listen to anything you say, really. (right now he doesn't really know what you're saying, something about a horror ethereal movie, but you could just tell him anything and he would listen).

“i feel like the heroine's death was unnecessary, though.” you sigh, “too much tension just for it to end like that? how anticlimactic.”

your voice was so nice, so warm and easy to listen to, and wise can't even say anything to retort, simply staring with a growing (lovesick) smile on his face. talking to people was hard work, and talking to you? it might just make him combust.

“...ise? wise?”

“ah, huh?” he snaps out of his trance, only to find you mere inches away from his face, the only thing keeping you apart the boxes full of movies he's carrying. “...!”

“are you listening?” you furrow, and someone really might be out to get him right now because in that moment, wise flinches from the proximity, bumping into you.

then, because the universe thinks his life couldn't get more dramatic than it already was—you stagger, about to fall forward.

he moves before he thinks. “watch out!”

and wise.... practically astral-projects to another plane when he feels you fall into his arms, his hands on your waist. he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, the flustered look on your face. (he feels like he's going to die).

the two of you lock eyes for a moment, and wise feels like he's about to so something very stupid and his hands are still on your waist—

“....”

“.....”

someone save him.

“ah...”

“sorry!” you recover first, hurriedly letting yourself pull away from him (much to his disappointment). “i wasn't looking, and i- are you okay, wise?”

“no, no, it's fine.... i-i'm fine....” he hopes his voice isn't as small as it is, he couldn't be smooth to save his life; and wise helps you gather your bearings, his hands brushing against yours, blood rushing to his ears. sheepishly rubbing at his nape. “sorry, i was distracted.”

perhaps in the mood to lift the atmosphere, you sputter out, “no worries! it's fine! besides, you listened to me all this time.... i really enjoyed the movie, really.”

“of course i'll listen.” and before wise can think to stop his traitor of a mouth, the words spill out of his lips like it always wanted to be.

“you're worth paying attention to.”

it's automatic—your face heats up, warming like the sun on a hot day in new eridu, and god, he is such an idiot-

“you think so?” wise gulps. you looked bashful, and were way too adorable right now, and his face felt like it was on fire.... wait, that's not the point! he has to answer you, at least. this is a chance to make progress!

“y-yeah. definitely. i enjoyed... watching the movie with you.” he says. did his voice just crack just now? “we can hang out more often too, even without belle.”

he feels bad for throwing his sister under the bus like that, but—wait, did he just ask you out on a date? (accidentally)

well, it didn't matter because wise feels like he won the lottery right now, because you brighten up immediately. “really?”

then you cough and compose yourself. “i mean, sure! i'm sure it'll be fun, haha...”

awkward silence ensues. uh oh, did he say something wrong? was he too forward? he wants to say something, but something is lodged in his throat, and wise can't bring up a response. (his heart was beating like crazy right now, though).

“uh...”

“....”

then, something soft brushes against the side of his cheek. as fast as it was felt, wise felt the sensation leave just as easily. did you just-?

you just kissed him. on the cheek.

“thanks for hanging out with me, wise.”

“you're welcome- wha- huh?!” he nearly drops the stack of dvd's he was holding. you pull away, an enigmatic smile on your face. face flushed.

before he can even respond, the two of you finally arrive at the movie store. damn it, gods of the world. why did his luck run out now?

“i guess this is your stop.” he blinks, your voice coming back to him. “and, wise?”

“ah, uh, yeah?”

“it's a date, then?” your eyes sparkle and shine a light through his heart. super effective!

is this really happening? is he really going on a date with you—oh, he's so thrilled he could actually burst into song and kick his feet, but belle would tease him ruthlessly after. nosy sisters were so much work....

“yes!” he almost yells it out, but because he didn't want to look uncool in front of you, wise composes himself. play it cool, play it cool. don't mess up this chance! “yes, definitely. it's... it's a date.”

you put down the other stack of dvd's down the table, flashing him a dizzying, lovely smile smile. wise swears he falls even harder for you.

“then it's a date.”

BONUS.

“seriously?! you're going on a date with them?!” belle shouts, so unceremoniously that wise slaps a hand on her mouth.

“not so loud! but, yeah.” he says, face heating up. “your plan worked, sis.”

“yes! yes! finally!” his sister practically cheers, “i can finally be free of your sickening heart eyes... and finally, our street's most anticipated couple is here!”

wise can't help but sigh in fond exasperation. he guesses he'll let her have this one today.

“also, belle?”

“what?”

“you didn't tell anyone about this, did you?”

...

“uhh....”

(on the day of the date, wise receives an abnormal amount of good luck posters. he also gets a disturbing amount of thumbs up from the neighbors.

the last straw? tin man, giving him a baked cake with the words ‘rooting for you!’ covered in pink heart sprinkles.

he facepalms. belle...!)

a/n: d d do you guys get it..... phaethetically...... phaethon..... wise is phaethon and he's awkward in love lol hahahahaha (💀)

Ah, but Neuvillette, hmph, nonchalant man he is, would never tolerate that. Furina just has to find the entertainment elsewhere. Which, by her standards, would be her trying to give you and the Chief Justice to meet (go on dates and spend time together while she watches in the sidelines) and converse together over a cup of tea (she wants to know every detail and wants to listen to whatever stuff you two were talking about).

It's been hours. Furina feels her patience waning as she waits for something, Anything to happen between you and Neuvillette, her gazing from afar with her specially made binoculars. You and Neuvillette have simply been chatting. For approximately 2 hours, 34 minutes and 14 seconds. Yes, she kept count. Nothing interesting has happened at all. To her immense displeasure and disappointment, nothing, absolutely nothing has happened at all. For Teyvat's sake, when would Neuvillette, or even you, make the first move? Furina's on the edge of her seat here. You two were still chatting, looking completely formal, as if talking business than actually going on a damn date (like she envisioned)

She expected more shy looks, longing eyes and soft smiles from Neuvillette (mostly because of her desire to see anything but that irritatingly calm gaze of his crumble in front of you). But then again, this was Neuvillette she was talking about. That man can't understand human emotions to save his life, much less express them in such a way.

(she can't exactly say that last statement with pride, as she's no better.)

And her hope for anything happening is extinguished when you both get up, as you leave the cafe.

Really? Not even one longing look or a brush of fingers? Did she really look at you both and even prepared a special Kamera to take photos of you both for nothing? Talk about anticlimactic.

Her enthusiasm for nosying on Neuvillette's business is reignited again when she hears that the Melusines have been helping Neuvillette with something… something rather special.

Furina immediately asked the Melusine near her chambers to report to her the exact details of what the Chief Justice asked. The details leave her hungry for more.

"We Melusines are always happy to help Monsieur Neuvillette with anything, so when he asked us what type of gifts would be appropriate to give someone, we knew this was special…Monsieur Neuvillette even looked nervous, as he looked at us and said that this matter was of utmost importance…"

"And then? What happened next? What did that oaf– I mean, what did Monsieur Neuvillette do afterwards?"

"I'm sorry, Lady Furina, but he didn't say anything else, and just nodded at our suggestions and left…"

That night, in her chambers, Furina would never admit to a soul that she thought long and hard about what happened. Did you two make any progress? Oh, Archons, did something happen? Damn it, she didn't even see anything from her times at observing you both. Not a single longing look, not a single brush of affection from both sides. To think such a juicy source of entertainment would be so closely kept guarded… Furina paced around in her room.

It was like she was some reader waiting for the next chapter of a stupid romance novel to release. Oh, how low she'd fallen.

...Or did she perhaps arrive at the wrong conclusion? Did Neuvillette not harbor feelings for you? Agh, so many questions, so little answers…. Furina needs to know.

Ahh, it was as if she were more invested than the two of you were! Jeez, here she was, looking forward to see a new side of the Chief Justice, but nothing. Nada. Furina feels faint, as it seems her judgement failed her this time. She flops on her bed, as she wasn't satisfied by such an outcome at all…

"It seems Lady Furina has retreated for now. Her curiousity about us has probably dwindled now that she probably thinks there's nothing going on between us."

You laugh softly as you touch the Romaritime Flower in your hair, while you look at Neuvillette gently, your expression amused. There is a bouquet of Rainbow Roses on your other hand.

Neuvillette sighs, not at you, but at the Hydro Archon and her ability to focus on such things. Things he'd rather keep private. Not under the fact that he's ashamed of his relationship with you, bit mostly due to the fact that Furina would never get off his back if she knew.

He grazes hands with you as he also touches the Romaritime Flower in your hair, before gently bringing your hand down to his lips to kiss it. When he pulls away from your hand, he looks at you with warmth, so uncharacteristic of a man like him. He hasn't let go of your hand just yet.

"Let Lady Furina stay unaware for now, [name]. I only wish to share this moment with you alone."

It's him who closes the distance between you two, his lips slotting in yours softly, carefully, as if afraid to touch you. The bouquet of Rainbow Roses is clutched tighter in your hand. Under the moonlight of the privacy of Neuvillette's quarters, he indulges you for once, away from all prying eyes and nosy Archons.

And when Neuvillette pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with those overwhelmingly beautiful eyes and dons an expression full of mirth and longing for you, who were you to disagree?

“A simple one. We play three games of poker.” Aventurine relishes in the hitch in your breath for the catch he knows you're expecting. “And in exchange, if I lose as I predict, I want to be able to ask a favor from you.”

You eye him warily. “And what would that be?”

“For me to kiss you.”

You almost spill champagne over the cards. They say the most unexpected words come from the most transparent people, and Aventurine certainly proves that statement right. You'd gape at him shamelessly if you hadn't a sense of propriety.

“Aventurine.” you say in warning, eyes narrowed. Said man merely raises his own drink in response. “This is far from an ordinary bet already.”

“Exactly. Doesn't that make it more exciting?”

“Does it really have to be a kiss?”

“Oh, so you're considering it?”

“I am not!” you retort, but it’s hard to save even a sliver of integrity when you feel as if the burn of the champagne has reached your face, warming you like a brazier on a cold day. “What do I get in return?”

“If you win, then you get the same treatment. A favor for a favor.” Aventurine shrugs, as if the revelation was not shocking at all. He shoots you a coy grin. “A kiss if you're so inclined. I certainly won't be opposed to the matter, that's for sure.”

“You are frivolous.” translates to ‘are you seriously hitting on me right now?’

“And yet you indulge in my so-called frivolity anyway. Besides, you get to ask me a favor. It's too good of a deal, even for you.”

‘You always let me get closer to you anyway,’ is what goes unsaid. You hate that he's right. You hate that he noticed.

(You don't hate him though. Even if it would be so easy to.)

You absentmindedly run your hands through the smooth surface of the card deck, ruminating in your decision. You were not irrational. You know what you would get yourself into. But reason stands that owing one of the IPC’s most high-end individuals a favor was far too risky. Logic would tell you to fall back and do some self-reflection over attempting to partake in this foolish bet. (Your heart, however, reasons otherwise.)

You mentally prepare yourself for the answer you give, knowing you are sure to regret it. “Fine. But make it two games instead of three.”

Aventurine beams, so sincere and so overjoyed; you almost resent the fact that your heart gave a little traitorous thump. “I'll make it worth your while.”

—

“Aventurine.”

“Hm?”

“You're losing on purpose, aren't you?” The bastard has the gall to look confused, feigned as though it may be. He gives off the image of a golden retriever tilting its head —an endearing fact if not for the context at hand— acting as though you've slighted him personally. “Me? Why, whatever gave you that impression? I wouldn't do such a thing.”

You stare at the cards on the table. You've won twice. Both games. Under normal circumstances, that would've been impossible; you weren't exactly proficient in gambling as the blond, rather average in that aspect, but still, why is he making it painfully obvious he's making you win?

Does the prospect of kissing you really entice him that much? If so, then he's an idiot.

(You don't acknowledge the way your blood rushes to your ears in anticipation.)

The playful raise of his eyebrows melts to a softer one at your furrowed brows and wary gaze. It's truly a wonder, you are. You've been accompanying him with his affairs all this time and yet have not the faintest idea just how fond he is of you. Maybe you do, and you've decided to remain gracefully ignorant. He won't fault you if so; affiliations with him are bound to be complicated.

Before, he would've simply lived from your adorable reactions, but at his core, Aventurine is rather simple. Once he's seen the joys of reward, the barest glimpse of reciprocation, of course he chases the sensation. What use is his wealth and sense for an exhilarating game if not for this? You are the reason he's placed everything he has in the game he calls love— why he dares to lose, even when he never has. Even if it is he who bares his feelings first, as they say, higher risk, higher reward. And this reward in particular, is of the highest value. Of course it was.

He's pulled out of his dreamy stupor when you click your tongue, face on fire, biting the inside of your cheek. Aventurine resists the startling urge to pinch your cheek, but he waits for your decision.

“Just so you know, this is just a bet, alright?” you cross your arms, staring up at him warily. You're looking at anywhere but him. Aventurine thinks his heart might fly out of his chest by the way you look so endearing. “You lost, as you predicted.”

“I have.” he's long forgone the subtlety of his excitement, not when the prospect of being able to kiss you hangs over him like a man thrown a handful of gold. Who could resist treasures when handed to them on a silver platter?

There's silence, and then, perhaps the most satisfying thing, the reward he has chased for so, so long— “Get it over with, then.” you look so wonderful when flustered Aventurine almost lets his own feelings bubble up to the surface. You were no good for his health. He'd continue asking for more at this rate.

Even if he's across the table, he leans, unbearably close. So close you can feel how his breath fails him for but a moment, and how his eyes seem to glaze over. Lovesick. But he can't be. He couldn't possibly be. He is.

(How long were you going to deny this?)

“If you don't want to, then stop me.” Aventurine murmurs, sincerity in his words. What drives you to not refuse him like normal fails you, not when the way he looks at you so intently, so attentively, makes you feel weak. “May I?”

You shouldn't. You nod, voice breathless. “Go ahead.”

You close your eyes when he kisses you, and the fizziness of the champagne can't compare to the beat of your heart in your ears, thumping like crazy. It feels as though fireworks have set off in your chest and Aventurine pulls away, face flushed. You’ve never seen this look on him before, and you fear that if you see it again you'd never recover.

His gaze is as warm as the sun, even if you think that the sun can't compare to him in all of his entirety. You start to pull away from him a moment later when he takes your hand against his lips and mutters something incoherent against it you have to crane your neck to listen.

“Two.”

“What?”

“You won two games. That means another kiss. Or have you forgotten?” you almost laugh at the way he seems to act quite insufferably. There's a subtle pout on his face.

You smile, not bothering to fight back the way elation surges through your chest. Whatever came after this would change whatever you two would have right now, but that could be saved another day. You close the pesky distance this time.

“Sure.” you say, eyes crinkling at the sides and Aventurine has never fallen quite so hard again. “Say, what about another game?”

He catches on quick, violet eyes encased in amusement. “Oh?”

“Let's make a bet.”

“What would that be?” he's never been so giddy about anything else before.

You smirk. “This time, if I win, I get to kiss you. How's that sound?”

Over such an enticing offer, who was he to decline? Gambling with your heart on the line— there's a first for everything, he supposes.

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recently, he has employed shady methods, most particularly instilling almost unfair use of his fan in order to get away with things he normally can't, poking at the strings in your heart like how a stick hits a hornet’s nest.

“yi sheng, is there a purpose for this?” you exclaim, with the foxian man sighing in faux disappointment. the sarcastic way of addressing his title does make his face spasm—but unfortunately for you, today, it seems it does little to dampen his mischief.

you are in the humiliating position of being in the sly man’s lap; aggrieved that your current predicament warrants unfair treatment that borders on harassment (an exaggeration, jiaoqiu has never been improper to that extent).

not to mention, his fan is aimed at your chin, making you look up at him while he applies ointment to a rather nasty bruise around your lip, with the gall to hum as he does so.

“ah, ah. don't move.” he holds the feathered fan under your chin, eyes ever closed while a placid smile graces his face, retaining his signature cunning. jiaoqiu has lost his mind. you keep to yourself, ignoring the heat in your cheeks that had made an appearance since earlier—because why else would he do this? (and why in the name of aeons would you let him? something must be wrong with your brain today.) “if you do not let me do this, that unsightly bruise might fester, you know.”

“you’re too close.”

“well, you were too far.”

“i am sitting on your lap, yi sheng. how close do you want us to be?” you roll your eyes, earning jiaoqiu a poke at your face, followed by his hand squishing at the fat on your cheeks. “hey, lwet goh of me…”

“still with the formalities... surely now you can address me by my name, can you?” jiaoqiu coaxes, like saying it might wash away all the fatigue in the world, because every inch of his being, from the tips of his ears to the veins in his heart and the wisps of his soul, his yearning and pining echoes and resounds in the cavity of his chest that holds only you, you, you.

what, jiaoqiu wonders, would it take for him to be the sole beholder of your brilliance? his hands holding yours, gripping faithfully and unfalteringly, your fates bound by knots; crimson in nature, entwined forevermore? his eyes soften because of course they do—for you mold him into a being devoted to commemorating your existence into his flesh, your voice settling in the marrow of his bones.

you falter, your heartbeat loud. jiaoqiu notices. of course he does. “yi sheng—”

“jiaoqiu.”

“yi—”

“qiu-er.”

“....” he can hear your heart thundering in your chest—thump, thump—and it has never occurred to him to praise his foxian senses until now. his smile widens, a fang poking out with the white of his teeth. “i'm waiting, baobei.” your face glows with warmth, and jiaoqiu fights the urge to swallow you up whole right then and there.

(he resists it often when it comes to you.)

“you’re so stubborn!” you say after much deliberation, rejection flat and heavy. jiaoqiu deflates, just a bit, and petulantly rubs ointment on the other bruises littering your face. (his ears show his displeasure, drooping down, comically flat against his head.)

“hmph. and you’re too stingy.”

“all the more reason not to, then!”

still not enough, huh? jiaoqiu wonders if he'll ever get you to crack; if you'll ever mirror the expression of his adoration—swishing tail and perked up ears aside. still, his touch is gentle, like the embers of a fire hugging you for warmth, a blazing sensation in which all the greed in the world falls short compared to his need to touch you, to perceive you. “will i ever hear my name on your lips? you seem to have no issue addressing others so casually.”

“and who exactly are these others?” you raise a brow at him. jiaoqiu shrugs, nonchalant. as though it didn't bother him (he's seething).

you note that he speaks with contempt, bitterness filtering his soft-spoken words. his tail wags rapidly. pfft, so… so childish! (and a little cute, but you don't say it for obvious reasons.)

“well, for starters, the madam general, the dozing general, yunli, the herbalists near the red fox theater, the stair sweepers....”

“wait, wait, that's too many! and the stair sweepers, really?!”

“i’ll avoid answering further questions.”

“you look like you've swallowed vinegar, laoshi.” you croon, biting where you can at the weakened fox you've made, defiantly lowering your chin still held captive by jiaoqiu’s fan. “besides, i merely do it to cut all at one stroke. after all, it is you, yi sheng—” you relish in jiaoqiu’s expression when you get eerily close, noses almost touching, “that insisted i ought to call you by that title, did you not? who knew you were so easy to displease.”

his face constricts, and his hands lower, one hand gripping firm at your waist, and jiaoqiu reels away from you, hiding his face behind his fan as his cheeks tint themselves scarlet. his pride would not allow him to refute, and you knew that very well. “that...”

because you know him. know his ticks, his tells—jiaoqiu does not know if that is love. but his willingness to drop his guard, to let you slip by his foxy exterior—to allow you to burrow and fuse yourself into the tapestry of his being, that of which the fibers of his soul accept and wholeheartedly make room for you; constricting his breath, perceiving you. (he doesn't know if you're in love with him yet, but he is. maybe he always will be.)

your lips quirk up instead, the apples of your cheeks forming while smile lines grace your features, that of which he cannot look away from, cannot close his eyes from; for what use is closing one’s eyes when his sight was granted to him to behold you?

jiaoqiu’s saving grace is that you were kinder for your own good. if he could keep that kindness to himself, then….

“as expected, it's so weird when you're silent,” you laugh, and jiaoqiu’s stare rushes to behold you, the echo of your joy forming his heart anew. “jiaoqiu. there, you petulant fox. happy now?”

and the way he looks at you—his pupils expanding, eyes wide, jiaoqiu loves. the entire universe could crumble and turn to ashes this instant, and he would not look away.

“...i’m not.” you look at him with playful scorn. really, after all this trouble, your eyes seem to say. he chuckles dryly, forcing himself to laugh, because jiaoqiu wants to keep this euphoria and let it sink into his ears, his lungs and his brain. he wants to bottle the sound of your voice forming his name and setting his body ablaze like golden starlight in a place no one can hear but him.

“not what?” facing you, holding you, he can't even begin to breathe. jiaoqiu thinks this might be love, sprouting from his eyes and filling the corners of his veins, circulating fully, wholly, and utterly.

“i’m not happy at all.” he speaks your name like the growing embers of a wildfire, burning his throat and letting jiaoqiu dare to perceive you. “it’s lacking. it will always be lacking.”

and because you were you, you know exactly where to fan the flames. “ever the cunning one, aren't you, qiu-er?”

jiaoqiu thinks it's time you had enough of your fun. again, he's never had reason to praise his senses—but when he hears the deafening beats that increase as he looks at you even more—he thinks that maybe being a foxian is a decision fate was wise in undertaking.

he dips his head low, and before you can question why his fan covered your faces, a soft sensation floods your senses, warming you to the core when you feel the plush of his lips on yours. you feel his smile against your mouth, and the teasing bite down your lower lip makes your eyes turn to saucers.

this sly fox…!

pulling away, jiaoqiu hides his face behind his fan again, almost gloating when he takes in your aghast expression. “well, it's not so lacking anymore, i suppose.”

you glare. “that ointment of yours is useless now that you've kissed it away, you know.”

jiaoqiu brings the hand by your side to his lips, kissing your knuckles, devoting himself to every atom that comprises you, every cell that unravels and ties itself to create you; and he’ll adore you, chasing and basking in the warm daylight you bestow him.

“i can always kiss it better, anyway.” he ruffles your hair, the smile in his eyes mischievous and utterly unfair, because it's sincere, and blinding ....and jiaoqiu is already uncaring of the rapid wag of his tail. “didn’t you say it yourself? i am cunning, after all.”

BONUS: how to tame a foxian in one go!

“baobei, you certainly know how to leave someone breathless.”

“don’t follow me.”

“you’re not denying it though.”

“qiu’er, you’ll be demoted back to yi sheng.”

“huh?! thats cruel! wait, i said i’m sorry—!”

— terminology guide.

· [ 事半功倍 / half the work, twice the effect ] — (an idiom) the right approach leads to the desired/better results; jiaoqiu wanted reader to call him by his name affectionately, and the right ‘approach’ refers to making use of both the fan and the opportunity to kiss reader (which he got and more with minimal effort)

· [ 一刀切 / to cut all at one stroke ] — (idiom) one solution or ‘one size fits all’, reference to how reader doesn't want to refer to jiaoqiu as his name nor do they want to be mistaken to be in a relationship with him (playfully), so they refer to him as yi sheng ( 医生 ) so people don't get confused and see how jiaoqiu absolutely hates it (menace)

other: bao bei ‹ 宝贝 | baby/babe › , -er ‹ friendly and affectionate suffix often used in a teasing way › , yi sheng ‹ 医生 | doctor › laoshi ‹ 老师/老師 | teacher, used often in a certain part of china. used formally for instructors and teachers* ›

*as for why reader refers to jiaoqiu as laoshi aka teacher, jiaoqiu is a counselor (based on given canon information) and they use it to rile him up (since they use it sarcastically—because jiaoqiu was basically ordering them/instructing them to stay still while treating them ^^; hope this makes sense !

tidbit note: when reader says ‘consumed vinegar’ it is a funny way to show that he's jealous, because vinegar is sour (just like jiaoqiu's mood!)

note: hello! i apologize for being so late and so inconsistent with my posts, life has been busy lately with my job. as recompense, have a oneshot… lol. also, this fic wouldn't have happened without the lovely consultation of my friend and mootie @lowkeyren who helped me with making sure i was using the appropriate terms of affectionate address for reader and jiaoqiu, haha. can you tell i loved playing around with his character? even though he isn't out yet TT personally, i think i quite like the dynamic between reader and jiaoqiu; although this may be ooc in some point in time. he just gives off the vibe of a teasing smug bastard… who is a pathetic mess for his lover. or is it just me?? well, who knows…

“fuck- get tighter like that and i might just cum,” al haitham grunts out brokenly with his fingers digging into your thighs, his climax ticking closer in his body in tandem with yours. “know you’re close.. gonna give it to me?”

your whimpered mewls of ‘yes, yes!’ are enough to have him tipping over the edge, eyebrows furrowed with shallow groans falling from his lips as he fucks into you faster. by the time you’re right on the edge, he can’t possibly hold it back any longer.

it’s with your walls tightening around him one last time that he finally cums, grunts and ragged curses of ‘fuck, cumming…’ tumbling from his chest as he spills ribbons of white inside of you. just the sheer mess of slick from the two of you covering his shaft and his hips is enough to have him licking his bottom lip and wondering how to get even more from you.

⌦ [ ITTO ] round after round!

it’s like itto doesn’t have a stamina limit in his body. maybe it’s the part oni that makes him so insatiable, able to go round after round in position after position - but at this point it’s been god knows how many times. he’s addicted to the way you feel around him, the sounds you make when he fucks into you a certain way, or just the look of your fucked-out, dazed face that has him needing more of you.

“hah- made a big mess down there, huh?” itto sneers brashly, heavy hips rocking into you faster at just the lewd sight of his cum from previous rounds smothering your skin. the aching twitch in his cock won’t fade, pleasure burgeoning with every press of his cock into the hilt of your pussy. “think there’s room for some more, yeah? just one more…”

you could count how many times itto’s said ‘just one more round’, but from the fatigue glimmering in his eyes and the raggedness lacing his breath - you can tell this is the last one. so naturally, he’ll make sure it’s the best one of the night.

“g’na fill you up like you deserve, yeah? lemme fuck this pussy full,” itto grunts pantingly between a grin, fingers digging into your waist taut as the heavy smacks of his hips against yours get sloppy and quick. it’s with rasped groans and his hips fully bottomed out that he finally cums for the last time, ropes of white seeping out around his shaft and spilling onto the sheets. he can’t help but bargain and promise to clean the bed if you let him do it all over again tomorrow.

⌦ [ GOROU ] while he’s kissing you!

gorou just can’t resist how soft your lips feel along his, your tongue gliding and flicking so tantalizingly - he swears it’s almost enough to make him cum untouched. but the moment that he slips the head of his cock between your walls, it’s as if a flip switches.

“oh, oh, my- oh god,” gorou whines out breathily, and it’s like his hips drive forwards and backwards on their own. he gets so lost in the rhythmic smacks and the feeling of your walls enveloping him slickly, his hands pawing at your body to keep you stable as he rocks into you in time with every sharp wag of his tail. “i-it’s so good, can’t.. can’t hold back, god you feel so good.”

his tongue slips eagerly out of his mouth as he pants against your lips, as if he’s just begging you to let him kiss you. and when you do, he gets so entranced in the flick of your tongue against his that his hips rut hard enough to shake the bed frame and have you falling into dumbness along with him - he can’t help how good you feel, after all.

the sheer slickness of your cunt around him is enough to get him on the edge, but the final push for gorou is the way your tongue suddenly glides into his mouth. whiny mutters of ‘gonna cum, oh god, oh god!’ fill your mouth before he bottoms out, gasps leaving his lips as ribbons of white spill between your walls. he’ll rut his hips a few more times, asking if he can maybe kiss you just a little bit longer.

⌦ [ HEIZOU ] after you beg for it!

heizou can't deny how turned on he gets from the cute little reactions you have to his teases. the glimmering need in your eyes, the ragged hitch in your every moan, and the way your body keens closer for him as he rocks his hips into you is his weakness.

"c'mon lemme hear, just admit how much you love it," heizou smirks out the words with a rasped lilt, a tantalizing glint in his eye as he teases you with slow ruts of his hips. he'll urge you to watch the languid push and pull of his cock between your hips, refusing to give you what you want until you say it.

it's at your tearful, whimpered pleads of 'faster, please.. want you to cum inside..' that heizou finally picks up the pace with a sneered, "mhm, was that so hard?" he obliges with quick snaps of his hips, lewd smacks and panted groans rattling through the room as he gives you exactly what he knows you want.

his cock twitches inside of you with each rock of his hips, his torso and abs flexing harshly as he pants breathily, "gonna cum, you want it? yeah? say it.." it's when you beg over and over in whiny succession that he finally snaps his hips forwards, his body shuddering and voice cracking as ropes of white spill between your walls. with the last few slow rocks of his hips, he can't help but think about all the other ways he can tease you next time.

Capitano [Angst - Hurt/Comfort]

You grasp his hand and lean backwards guiding him away from the middle of the realm to a place more private. You breath in shakily when he turns to look at you confused but follow anyways

“Whats this-”

“I'm pregnant.” You blurt out before he can ask, head ducked low “I- It's…”

His hands tremble, knees buckle when your words register in his head, startling you to take a step back, but his fingers reach up to grasp at the back of your thighs to pull you back in

he hesitates until you carefully cart your fingers through his hair and slowly lift his helmet and set it to the side. he presses his forehead to your stomach gently and shudders, blinking away the prick of tears that dot his lashes

“I'm sorry.” he whispers “I am.. So sorry”

“Don’t apologise.” you brush back his hair to see his piercing cobalt four pointed pupils stare up at you with a pained expression, the carved in flesh on the bridge of his nose glow in the narrow space between the two of you “why are you apologising”

“You know why.” he mutters sombrely “I leave for Natlan-”

your eyes dance away “...Im glad. and, for what its worth, we still have time. you-” you falter, swallowing before reaching for one of his hands to cradle “You… don't worry about them. We'll see you when you get back.”

‘You would have been a great father’ goes unsaid.

“...Yes. When I get back.”

He is cutting back all of his routines to cater toward your every need or including you in them if he can't

He also requests for you to stay with him while he's stationed at home

Therapeutic full body massages, getting carried around the house, breakfast lunch, and dinner made before you even need to voice that you’re hungry

Capitano will be doing it all. there is no need to call in a midwife or house help

-even if you’re still fully capable of doing everything in the first half of your pregnancy

He's not dreamt of something so sweet and domestic since even before becoming a Khaenri’an Royal Knight.

but the sight of you and his unborn child both soothes and causes him so much pain.

During your pregnancy, he's very much still a silent protector but isn't too overbearing about it

quietly taking note of your favourite foods [which have ultimately evolved from your usual habit foods] and is making extras each time you ask for it, labeling it and freezing it down for you to eat when he's not there.

he even makes food for the baby to try when he's gone

He writes down everything he knows about himself for both you and his kin, not being one to let things stay unsaid for too long.

He sits down with you and tells you about it, too, and you both talk until you start feeling sleepy. By the end of the night, you've figured out a handful of names to call the baby

He also bathes with you and spends a while wiping you down with a flannel, having your lay back on him as he files down your nails, even taking the time to help you shave if you don't like the feeling

he no longer has family to introduce you to, but he does have some close friends within the Fatui he'd like to inform of your pregnancy if you allow him

He's not a public person anyways so if it's a no, he understands

if you say yes, he'll tell the other harbingers and a handful of his lieutenants. You soon receive congratulations gifts from all of them, his lieutenants even show up and salute you before pledging loyalty to the unborn child

it would be cute if you knew that they were coming and weren't standing outside in your pyjamas

If your mood fluctuates, he's rather calm with keeping you level-headed

if you want to rage and scream out frustrations, he will ‘spar’ with you and let you beat onto his chest

If you're getting overwhelmed, he will slow dance with you to the bed and lay down with his face buried just above your stomach between your chest and let you wrap yourself around his upper half

If you're feeling understimulated and you want to to jump around [please don't you'll stress him out] he'll do it for you, holding you close and he darts around the place or having you lay atop of him and rocking you back and forth

He will speak in Teyvat common and Khaenri’an to your stomach

One day he brings out so old dusty bags, when he unzips them to reveal some of the softest silks you've ever felt he tells you it was some of his families things he'd saved after the harshest parts of the Cataclysm occurred- never did he think he'd have someone to pass them to until now

the clothing is all odd, ripped, or just scraps but well kept

with you beside him or on his lap, he'll spend the rest of his days before his deployment stitching together a baby blanket with his and your initials.

Later, you find out he's asked the other harbingers to take over his role when you start seeing more of Pierro, Arlecchino, and Tartaglia. Someone who knew him before becoming a Harbinger, someone who cares for children [albeit not typical care] and someone who he believes is strong enough to rival him one day.

Cyno and Tighnari

These two have been so excited to hear of your pregnancy- Well Cyno was, Tighnari could tell something had shifted some weeks ago when you waddled back to bed after rushing to the bathroom with a slightly sour scent. and as the days passed with, the two of you cuddled up next to each other - yeah, Tighnari already knew. You knew that he knew, but with your silence over the matter, he put it down to the fact you were probably waiting for Cyno to return from his mission to announce it.

They both have different ways of caring for you during it. Tighnari acts as your midwife, and Cyno acts like an overeager dog.

Depending on whose baby you're having will change how they continue treating you - Dont worry its Not bad.

If it's Cynos- you’ve got a chance of Hermanubis taking interest in the baby

If it's Tighnaris- you’ve got a chance of it being a litter of Tignarians

Both are very important things to find out earlier than later

Either way, they both stick close to you when they find out. When you leave the hut in Ghandaraville, you will always leave with someone at your side because of the lack of guard rails

Cyno spends his time figuring out the more physical aspects of your care, going out of his way to spend his TCG funds towards building a larger hut in the lower banks of Ghandaraville for you, him, Tighnari, your kit/s and a spare room for Collei when she visits

Tighnari is spending his time next to your side and feeding you different protein rich meals, doubling or even tripling your intake

The biggest challenge would be Tighnari because his instincts are going to start going haywire alongside your own

Nesting instincts, hoarding instincts - Cyno [and Collei] will have to take up the mantle to cover for the both of you

closer to the end of term, Cyno will put in leave to stay home with you and send Tighnari out so he can burn off some energy

It comes to the point where Tighnari is dragging back a wild Sumpter beast he’d hunted down for the both of you to eat

Dainsleif [Angst - Hurt/Comfort]

He… does not take it well when you tell him.

He freezes and tries to think logically [Is he thinking logically?] ‘Has he told you his standpoint on it - I mean, he used to want one - but now?...’

He makes the dumb decision to walk away from you to clear his head without saying anything

and if that didn't break your heart- you won't see him for at least half a day, at most a couple days

when he does return, it's up to you how you want to proceed

He apologizes for his response, on his knees, and his head pressed against the floor, grovelling for forgiveness for leaving you even if for just a few hours

[Take him back] <

He becomes a gruff guard dog, he's not used to staying in one place long but he figures constant moving and staying in unsavoury places may do you a lot of harm so he doesn't ask for you to travel with him, no,

he also doesn't stay the whole time during your pregnancy

He leaves when he has to lead the Abyss away, so it's not like he's travelling and having fun

although every time he returns to the hovel he's created for you, you act as if he did

and he can't blame you either, so he sucks it up and does everything you ask for

he loves napping with you. You safely tucked against him and the wall, so the only way for something to get to you has to get through him first.

He has to travel so far to get you your cravings and that's what irks him the most, because it's never guaranteed that he can return with it still fresh, hot or even fully there unless you're shacking up at a hotel within the city.

He does his best, but he is still a homeless knight on the run.

Diluc

He openly cries, ugly cries too. so when you tell him about your pregnancy, do so privately

He will treat you so delicately as if you're fragile, you'll have to tell him it's okay for him to do anything but shakily peck your cheeks.

when you do, he almost crushes you with a hug and lifts you off the ground

Having a family has been something he's yearned for, more so in recent years, having met and fallen in love with you.

but to have it within his reach ignites an old flame he thought got snuffed out when his father died and his brother-

he is so grateful for you

he buries himself into his work even more than he did previously

he digs himself deep into his role of ‘breadwinner’ and focuses on the Dawn Winery under the assumption that that was what he's supposed to do

it takes a mere week of his absence for Adeline to clip his ear and drag him to you and place him under maternity leave for all his jobs

he doesn't have a clue on what to do, but his enthusiasm makes up for it

-and his dutiful staff

he hires a midwife to stay on site with you and hires adventurers to deliver foods from good hunter and the Cats tail whenever you request it

His brother visits often with your favourite Xocoatl dipped fruits and updates you on the things you're missing as to get you to whine about it to Diluc so he brings you out of the mansion for socialisation away from the four walls

Dottore Prime

“Are you now?”

He only really half listening when you tell him this in the middle of an active experiment since that seems to be the only free time he's had recently

he only pauses when he notices the segments around him have stopped and are staring at you with wide eyes

“what?.” he snaps at them before turning his head to you “What… What did you say, darling?”

you can choose to walk away to let him figure it out or repeat yourself

either way, when he does figure it out eventually and he will conclude his tests for the rest of the week and follow you back to your room for a thorough inspection to confirm your words

he had not thought it possible with his current constitution

he becomes smug soon enough, like a bird with its neck feathers puffed up

he adjusts everything in the labs to suit you. Any previous experiments of his have been cancelled or put on hold because now he is putting you on a pedestal and documenting you throughout the entire process

he has your schedule written down to the minute. Food checked over for your needed sustenance requirements and images taken every day to track the fetal development

he is so invested in the baby that it becomes his new personality

if you ask for anything, he has his segments. Do it for him. He even has a babysitter ready to go once it's out, and you're in recovery

if you want him to adjust his attitude, you will have to be firm about it and not back down when he sulks and says he's doing it for your best interest and care

Dottore Omega

screams

“Eh- Wh- Preg- We're Pregnant?!”

scoops you up impulsively and twirls you but has to set you down quickly unless he wants you to throw up on him

“...I thought I was going to be the one pregnant?”

Ignoring his initial reactions to the news, he's actually rather read up on how to care for you like a normal person

whether or not he does it entirely based on his mood for the day

he keeps you entertained throughout your pregnancy, leaving notes around the lab for you to find as you walk from place to place, leaving out food for you to snack on, ordering his subordinates to check up on you and threatening them if they're too slow

all normal things a partner does for their pregnant partner, he assures you

He's a chronic shopper for both you and his baby, spending his portion of funds from the Fatui buy you new maternity clothes, to buy the baby clothes, toys and cloth nappies, everything

he wants his baby to be the most fashionable in the realm and wants you to still feel just as beautiful as he sees you now

so know that he will be constantly praising you and reassuring you on any doubts

Dottore Beta

When he hears your words, he freezes up

Then he starts running every possible scenario

It shouldn't be possible and yet- He takes you into the labs to get confirmation so when he lays you down on his own berth, drags over an ultrasound machine and gently soothes the gel over your stomach then on the wand he is shocked to see the tiny bean that proves-

he won't let you leave the labs - no. he won't let you leave him at all now.

he has too many enemies, his own fellow segments are threats to him [not to you, never to you]

You can try your best to reassure him but he knows how they all are and if they find out you're pregnant there's no way he'd be able to keep both you and the baby to himself, he'd have to share.

He's somewhat detached as he tries to solve the equation presented to him, but he's good at multitasking

idly cooking you comfort meals he'd remember being served as a child in the house of the hearths Sumeru division all while he runs the simulation

baby proofing his room while constantly watching over your sleeping form

he will be obsessive about it and unapologetic

Flins and Illuga [Angst - Hurt/Comfort]

Flin's reaction to the news is special, even Illuga is stunned by it [doubly so with your news] but to see Flins’ face freeze in place as his human mirage splinters, his yellow eyes bug out even wider than normal and the tips of his hair lose its form entirely bursting into blue flames

Illuga, and you have to carefully shake him into consciousness

Illuga has you both sat on his couch in his home in Piramida and is fetching you a warm drink before settling in next to you so he can finally digest the fact himself

Illuga actually delves deeper into his work- and he reassures you that it's not to avoid you. It's not!

he wants to build up his leave and make sure his comrades are all fine, so when he does take leave for the birth, he can rest assured that both his family and friends are safe and sound

and he figures someone needs to be the breadwinner between the two ratniki

Flins all but leaves the ratniki during your pregnancy and into the first few years when the baby is born

but that's for later. Don't get him wrong. He still does keep the cemetery more than functioning and does his patrols, but he won't linger in Nasha town or Piramida if neither one of you is present there

Flins does hope the baby is his, not just to continue the Fae lineage, but he does not wish to watch his child grow, live, and pass as humans do. not before he reaches the eternal rest first

Illuga has to console both of you when Flins admits his fears for the child, but even he's thought of the implications of it

regardless the three of you will love the bundle when it joins you.

Kamisato Ayato

Oh, he is so smug about it after he gets over the well in his chest that's swelling up with pure happiness over the news.

The moment you tell him of the development he has you within his arms cradling your face in his palms and noses touching before he's peppering kisses over your face and dropping to your stomach next, shuffling closer to do the same there

He's got you giggling at the soft touches

The rest of your pregnancy follows that same line. Randomly, he will pull you close to repeatedly praise you and uses his words so sweetly

“You're doing so well, Anata, So beautiful, So strong”

“C'mon now your majesty, the baby needs some love too”

“My love, time to get up now - it’s my turn to help you dress for the day”

His favourite part is helping you around the estate and cleaning you after a long day

when you get to a point where you're struggling to shower he's in there helping you, the amount of water that flows past uselessly doubles because he spends most of the time in there with you just admiring you and telling you how attractive you are

His sister is coddling you and cooing at your stomach often

If it's not Ayato by your side, it's Ayaka. having the heir of the Kamisato clan puts a large bounty on your head more so than just being Ayato's lover and spouse

So the extra attention always pays off

when he hears it's not exactly safe for you to eat raw fish, he double checks the meals that come in from his retainers [a thing he never did before]

it hasn't happened yet, but he won't slack off [His retainers have already ensured to adjust your meals to suit you and the baby - the only person getting fresh fish was Ayato himself.]

Lyney

He squeals and pulls you in for a kiss, hands on your hips and moving around the place is slow circles as he whispers how excited he is, how much he loves you, he's asking how you are, when you found out-

he starts rattling off question after question

oh, he's so curious and nervous about it

he asks if he can go tell his sister and Freminet, and when they arrive to congratulate you, Lynette has to be the one to inform you of their… nature

“My brother did warn you he's also a Chartreux, right?”

you blink impishly at her, and Lyney freezes

“It means you'll likely have a litter” Freminet answers as he takes Lynette place to sit beside you and presses a hand tentatively to your stomach “We've tried to find their birth parents before…”

Lynette stares at you with a deadpan “They couldn't raise all 6 of us. Which was how we found out we weren't twins and the reason we were given up as a pair.”

So, with the haunting fact you will be having 1 to 6 with the pregnancy, Lyney has taken it upon himself to be at your beck and call

Lynette and Freminet even join in and cover for him when he's needed at the hearth

Even if it sounds ridiculous, Lynette will indulge your line of logic and banter with you based on it

Freminet won't give you a massage, but he'll work on making Fontaine's first massage chair for you

Lyney sets up a date for you every week and helps you get dressed up if you need it, even setting up home dates if you're not feeling up to public settings

Neuvillette and Wriothesley

“ah- i believe i also have some news to share, my loves.”

Dragons are very reactionary creatures, so when you announce your pregnancy, Neuvillette lights up and announces his own

the two of you find yourselves giddy and sniffly over the idea of a dual eggnancy together

Wriothesley is [rightfully] trembling off to the side at the news - both his partners who he did not know could get pregnant were pregnant and at the same time

give him a few days to deal with the emotions flooding through him. hes thinking back to the horrors

Whether Neuvillettes’ is a pseudo eggnancy due to the pheromones you're putting out that has triggered something in his instincts to activate, he is just as loving and doting to you as you are with him over the few days Wriothesley is off

knowing his past and how this may seem to him, you reassure him whatever decision he comes to won't change how you and Neuvillette feel for him.

Neuvillette spends his time making up a nest for the two of you to reside in. He doesn't know if you also have an egg or if your baby is human like Wriothesley

he doesn't have experience with either, so he does his best based on books and learnt knowledge from caring for freshly hatched melusines

with his judge duties - he does continue with the proceedings that require him, but otherwise, he delegates the smaller ones to the other judges. While he's out, he takes the time to bring you trinkets and new materials for your nest

When Wriothesley comes to and returns, you both don't let him stay finicky and envelop him in a hug, dragging him over to the built nest to cuddle puddle

any doubts are washed away as he tiredly sinks into you two

from then on out he's ensuring he surfaces from the fortress more often, spending the time to pick up groceries and essentials and bringing it into your shared home so you don't have to go out of your way to fetch anything

he double checks his tea stash for any teas that can harm either of you and takes them into the fortress itself

if yours is an eggnancy he is willing to take the mantle of carrying the egg too once it pops out [Dragon eggs probably get laid earlier than human pregnancies and develop further outside the body], although he does look odd with an egg pouch strapped to his chest and fierce look on his face warning the prisoners to keep their distance when he has to come into work with it, he is happy to do his part

If Neuvillette's eggnancy is fertile, Wriothesley will be dual wielding both eggs so Neuvillette can return to work post haste before news reporters start questioning his hiatus despite you both telling him to rest a bit more

If it's Wriothesley's baby- well, he still has a while before the baby comes out

Pantalone

He's the first to suspect it surprisingly, noticing your discomfort when laying partially on your stomach next to him, the occasional sickly feeling you've been getting when his chefs bring out certain foods you've not reacted to before [the first time he'd reprimanded the chef. The second he put him on temporary leave, the third? he took a bite of your meal himself and was left more confused than he did before]

So he asks if you'd like to come to Liyue when he gets his normal check ups as an extended holiday [he knows not to randomly ask someone if they're pregnant] and sneakily double books an appointment for you alongside his

so when you follow him up to bubu Pharmacy and your name gets called out first, you're a little miffed

He's lucky the test came up positive, and the good doctor congratulated you before he did

While he has you in Liyue, he takes you around where he grew up and waxes poetry on how he aims to be better than how he did, that he won't let you or his baby suffer

while you're able he lets you go wherever you wish, he has subordinates fetch foods from stalls, tickets for plays you want to see, even paying to book out entire fields so the two of you can take a leisurely stroll privately

once he notices your fatigue is growing and it's becoming a bit of a struggle for you to freely walk the distances, he tells you it's time to return home

from then on out, he spends his time at home with you, finding himself not able to work away from you for large periods of time

which is fine with him. He'd rather relax on his couch, you at his side, and his paperwork on the table

Tartaglia

He doesn't know who's happier about the news, him or his siblings.

regardless, he is shouting the news from the rooftops of Snezhnaya. everyone knows - His auntie, The Tsaritsa, hell even mr. Zhongli got a whole letter with the words ‘Im pregnants’ written in rushed and botched Liyuen, earning back a letter going ‘???’

He is so excited.

his form of care for you is a lot of home remedies and wives tales he's heard from his older siblings, cousins, aunties, and uncles

fortunately [or unfortunately depending on your own mentality] he gets you up to do stretches with him in the mornings and has you join him on his runs- if you decline he will ask if you will walk with him instead

if you ask him to slow down, he will

he spends a lot of time rambling about anything with his head in your lap and his palms pressed against your sides

He thinks about the baby constantly

“Hey- did you know? Auntie said if your stomach hangs low, it means we're having a little girl." “

Does Ajax jnr. That sounds like a good name? no?”

brown undertones, like the scales that adorned his body, extending over the length of his arms, neck, abdomen to finally reach the base of his cock, now wet and slippery from your slick as he continued to fuck your brains out.

like the long tail that thumped on the floor occasionally, thick on the base and slimmer in the tip, but still heavy enough to create a loud thud that matched your screams and the wet noise of skin slapping. spikes, scales, all glowing in the now dark room, just like the tips of Zhongli’s hair, rising in intensity as he was close to climax.

amber, thick and overly sweet like his words, like his praises, like the liquid that filled your mouth and dripped down your chin, drops that he was quick to lick with a serpent tongue, long and smooth, plunging inside your mouth to make you take it all.

“open your lips for me, my love” Zhongli mutters with his eyes glued on you, imponent frame towering above your body, making you feel smaller somehow, “it will help the pain” soothing, using his thumb to caress your bottom lip and help you part them further enough for the tip of the crystal clear bottle to drip it’s contents inside your waiting mouth.

watching you take the liquid at the same time the engorged tip of his cock pushed between your folds “...so, perfect”.

you whine his name, once, twice, wiggling your hips trying to get more friction from his sweet cock teasing your pussy, “stop, you will make a mess” your beloved husband whispers so sweetly, noticing how a few drops of sticky liquid slipped from your lips.

barely leaning forward to lick them, causing his cock to unintentionally slide inside your walls just lightly, just the tip stretching you apart, enough to make you whine, but not to satisfy, accustomed to his fat cock making your eyes roll, now unable to get off on your own, always waiting for your husband to keep you full.

“hah— Zhongli, please” yet another whine, hips bucking as the dual tips of his forked tongue traveled over the expanse of your neck and shoulders, fangs often scraping through the sensitive skin.

“I am here, my dear, let me take care of you” the way his husked words were spoken directly on your ear got your pussy clenching around the tip of his cock that was still nestled inside of your warm walls, stealing a loud grunt from Zhongli’s throat as his hips were now giving shallow thrusts, fucking you with his cockhead while his thumbs spread your pussy lips open, admiring the way you stretched and coated his thick grit with your slick, “oh, my beautiful wife..” starting to rub circles on your clit, fingertips wet from your fluids to make the motion easier, feeling your body shake so easily from his touch, “my mate”

and you cum just like that, trembling and panting on the bed with not even half of his grith inside, but the smirk on his face told you that was just the beginning, or perhaps, that the aphrodisiacs you drank were working already.

it wasn’t the first time you took the liquid either, it helped you to take your husband’s inhuman — quite literally — cock while on his matting cycles, normally it was huge, but on those days, he impressively grew larger and thicker.

bringing you back to the present with a little smirk and a muttered “pretty”, slipping a slick covered hand to your belly and pressing just sightly, taking advantage of your fucked out state to hold on your thighs and press them against his chest, his own body weight pushing you down further in the mattress while you bended in half in a tight matting press.

you yelp a little, “ungh fuck-” while his cock starts to sink deeper, Zhongli’s own groans growing louder as he tried to fit his massive length inside your too tight cunt, “too big—” now squeal, trying to squirm underneath him but unable to move from how tightly he held you down, only taking what he wanted to give you.

“you are taking it so well, my love, I will make you feel so good...” he says, leaning forward to kiss your lips with his long, wet tongue exploring the insides of mouth and swallowing your moans, making your whole focus on him as he moved in tiny thrusts sinking an inch deeper each time.

“you are absolutely perfect” the praise comes between needy kisses, “so good for me, my pretty wife”

small oh’s and choked out sobs where the only thing you could form while your husband filled your soaked pussy, tears threatening to fall at the intensity of everything, extremely thankful to the aphrodisiacs because otherwise, taking him to the base would have been impossible.

one last peck on your lips and Zhongli is kneeling on the mattress, with knees on each side of your thighs as his cock filled your wet hole, balls coming to rest on your ass, so fucking deep you swore you felt it in your throat.

and he wastes no time before pounding you mercilessly, his thrusts so hard and deep your body is bouncing on the mattress, mounting you almost like an animal, the wet squelching sounds from your pussy getting louder with each wave of arousal pooling in between your legs, and the knot at the base of his cock engorged starting to hit against your puffy pussy lips that eagerly waited for the moment he would bury it inside, his desire to knot you clouding his thoughts.

“a-ah, god” you moan, back arching against the mattress, sobbing out his name breathlessly.

“I am your god” he rasps out, holding your chin with a hand while the other moved to your ass, lifting you up to fuck you better, hitting on your g-spot each time, a small change on the angle and he would be fucking your cervix, “say it”

“ah, yes, yes!” you scream, pussy throbbing from the incoming orgasm “yes, yes my god, fuck— Morax!”

“that’s right, my love, your god is going to make you feel so good”

“so close” your cries music to his ears, and the sloppy picture you paint, drool slipping from the corner of your lips and pooling in your neck and pillow, making it hard to breath, hard to think, with his fat cock fucking you raw, with his handsome face twisted in pleasure and your name on his lips.

pussy clenching and throbbing as you came again without a warning, not a sound escaping your lips except for a small breathless gasp, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head, not only after you have already babbled and convulsed that you manage to utter “M-morax, please...”

“what do you desire, my love?” watching your half lidded eyes with his own, glowing bright in adoration and lust.

“your cum— please, please, please, give it to me, fill me up” you choke out, the air getting knocked out of your lungs each time Zhongli’s hips smacked against your ass, hard, almost painfully.

“ah, yes, — I’m going to fill you, you’re going to carry my babies, is that what you want? to give me little adepti? to be filled with my cum until you get round and pregnant?”

you’ve always knew your husband was stunning, so handsome and composed, but there was something about him with disheveled damp hair, sweat dripping from his face down his neck and toned chest and abdomen, getting lost in the pleasure only you could bring him, mouth hanging open as he sank in your cunt and voiced his inner desires to knock you up. once again, getting lost in him so you nod your head with a squeaky “yes!”

“I am going to cum” his voice is rough, deep, a little unlike him, changing the angle to hit the entrance of your cervix with his cock and earning a high pitched “me too!” from you.

“give it to me, Zhongli, give me your cum, give me your knot, give me everything”

like electricity, his body curved forward, fucking his fat knot inside your tight cunt growing larger as it started to push his eggs inside of you, chest rumbling, the amber marks on his body glowing intensely like his eyes.

at least half dozen of eggs that left you sobbing and limp, pussy clenching and creaming after each egg pushed inside of your cervix, his balls clenching painfully before spurting a thick wave of cum right after all the eggs were resting inside your swollen belly. a hand coming to lay on the bump with a gentle smile on his lips leaning forward to kiss you again, petting your hair as he admired you with devotion, his cock still nestled between your folds trying to keep his cum inside of you as much as possible so his little eggs hatch.

Blade immediately retracts his hands when he realizes your state. He’s been alive too many years to need to run away before his body starts reacting, but he’s still — at least partially — human. Your scent is sweet, almost needy, has his biology wanting to follow you wherever you go.

You whine at the loss of contact, your hand immediately slapping across your mouth as you come to terms with what just happened.

“I-“

“No need to apologize, it’s perfectly natural.”

This little alleyway is only used by those working with the Divine Foresight, and in the middle of a work day, nobody is walking through it. Nobody was supposed to walk through it. Maybe you should’ve figured a long lived, previously acclaimed man like him would’ve known about it and used it.

That thought would’ve been way more helpful when you were trying to track his movements earlier.

Blade’s in no rush. He hasn’t been for a long time. The time will pass anyways, after all. Elio makes no mistakes in his script, so he’s sure whatever happens here won’t affect the later situation. It’s whether you’re in the right mind state to know what’s happening, that’s his biggest concern.

“You’re-! You know rightfully, I should cuff you and bring you back to the Shackling Prison.” You try to be stern, but your core turns, causing you to buckle forward. Blade swiftly reaches across to hold you up.

“I… can help you get close to a medical bay. If your mind is still clear-“

“My mind is perfectly coherent,” you snap, and then your face immediately winces with regret. He might be a so-called criminal, but it’s not like he’s hurt you personally, and Jing Yuan strangely but oh-so-kindly asked for your understanding of him. “It only started today. My mind won’t fog until at least tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Hold up. You’re a criminal. On the run. And you want to help me get to a med bay? Shouldn’t you be… I don’t know, running away?”

“All will come to be as it should.”

You roll your eyes. It’s like when Jing Yuan tells Fu Xuan that it’s “not her time” with some fancy words.

Blade rephrases. “I have nowhere to be, as of right now.”

You feel your knees threatening to buckle, wincing as your hand squeezes Blade’s shoulder tight. If it affects him, his face doesn’t show it.

“Fine. Since you’re the nicest criminal looking to be a Samaritan, please help me get home. It’s not far from here.”

~

Blade is surprisingly patient, even bothers to remove his shoes before coming into the house, gracefully placing you on your sofa.

“Thank you, wanted criminal.”

He scoffs at that, but nods politely. His sunglasses and mask are tucked somewhere away now, no need for them since you know exactly who he is.

There’s a beat of silence. He should leave. He’s done his job. But you’re an omega in distress, alone. And the worst part is, you’re not doing anything.

You’re not grabbing items to make a nest, or calling an alpha, or taking any medication. Are you waiting for him to leave? You likely would’ve said something, given your clear ability to clip back. Your scent most certainly tells him to stay, but he knows better than most what it’s like to be a prisoner to your own physical body, in more ways than one.

All you do is grip at the edge of the sofa and stare at your coffee table, like an endangered animal with nowhere to go.

Maybe it’s his biology talking, but he somehow feels like he should do something.

“Is there anything else you need?”

It’s your turn to scoff, doing your best to shake off your mind. “Wow, you really are nice.” You remove your shoes, slotting them under the couch for later. And then your eyes narrow. “Or were you just looking for a pretty little omega to fuck, hm?”

If this were any other situation, he would’ve taken this opportunity to turn on his heel and leave right out the door, but something about the situation prickles at the back of his neck.

“Is this your first time handling a heat?” He asks directly.

You wince at that, wrapping a throw blanket over yourself. “No… Is it that obvious?” You sigh, bringing your knees towards yourself and pressing them against your chest. “I’ve been on suppressants for a long time.”

Blade gives you your options sincerely. “There’s an app. For those in your predicament. Otherwise, you might want to consider a nest. If you have painkillers on you, that could help too. I’ve heard it’s not much help, but it’s better than nothing.”

You breathe. “Nest. Right.” Your eyes scatter around, holding the blanket around you tight. You look like you want to get up and then you don’t, mind volleying between thoughts and decisions that end up leaving you nowhere. Blade’s chest can’t help but tighten at how lost you look.

“May I?” he asks for permission to step further into your home.

What a criminal, you want to remark. But the way your heart is pumping both from the stress and the heat within you just has you nodding. He opens your bedroom door before walking back towards you and carefully picking you up, slowly, like he’s giving you every chance to interject. To your surprise, you let him, the omega inside of you feels like it’s almost cooing at his embrace. He places you down on the armchair in the corner, washing his hands in the bathroom before taking your blanket and bunching it up in a circular motion, propping up your pillows around it.

“Okay. This is a good start. Add things that bring you comfort around you. If you like soft toys, or something like that. If you’re up to it, it would be ideal for you to shower and get into something comfortable.”

Your scent peaks, making him turn around. Your knees are tucked close to you once more, your eyes glassy. You can feel yourself descending into something, more quickly than you realized.

“Whilst I’m still coherent… I would…” you swallow, your throat feels like you’ve drunken something sweet and forgot to drink water before falling sleep. “I would appreciate if you stayed. Since you said you’re not doing anything. Not that I’m pressuring you. Your scent is…” you feel your face get hot, but Blade just nods.

“I’ll be just outside.”

~

It’s perfectly normal.

Okay, that’s not the right word. Maybe more like, it’s perfectly natural. To ask an alpha to stay with you during your heat. There’s apps for that. That’s what Blade said, right?

The shower water beats over your skin as you lightly scrub it.

Definitely not embarrassing. Or strange. Even if he is a wanted criminal. What was it, something like 8 billion credits? Would Jing Yuan even give you that if you turned him back in?

You press the edge of your palm against your eyebrow. His scent, like the woods and bergamot and faintly of incense. The wanted posters did not do him justice.

~

Blade presses a hand to his pants the moment he closes the door.

Your scent, sweeter than any sin, the glassy look in your eyes that you were so desperately blinking away, the way you gripped him as you gasped into his touch… He is not someone who struggles with self-control, but he can’t deny the way his member hardens.

He desperately tries to think. What do omegas need again? Medication. Something soft. Water.

He hears you enter the shower, the thought of you naked passes quickly in his mind, but has him gripping your doorknob tight all the same. You said something about his scent too, didn’t you? He removes his outerwear, shuffling back into your room to place it on the armchair. Just in case.

He spots your laundry hamper on his way out your room, and forces himself to look away before he gets carried away.

~

As he places a jug of water and a couple glasses on your bedside table, you chuck your hand holding a towel into his field of vision.

He doesn’t take it, instead curiously arches an eyebrow at you.

“Okay, fine, I’ll say it, since the shower cleared my mind. I am aware that you are a big bad criminal. And we’re both aware I’m in heat. But you’ve been nice. So this is my official invitation. Stay with me during it.”

“That sounds more like a demand.”

You push the towel into his hands, and this time he takes it. “We both know you’re perfectly capable of leaving here if you wanted.” You stomp back to your nest, courtesy of the handsome man in front of you, and wrap yourself into your blankets.

“The jacket gesture was nice,” you add, “but you’ve been in the Shackling Prison. Aeon knows what’s down there. So shower, and come back here.” Maybe he’s right. This does sound like a demand. “Is this arrangement… okay with you?”

The corner of Blade’s mouth upturns just a bit, but he steels himself for what he’s about to say. “I’m one of the most dangerous men the IPC has a bounty on. You’re clearly under the influence of your heat, which means we can’t be perfectly clear of your consent.”

“My mind is clear. I’m Jing Yuan’s assistant. You might be strong, but I can take a fight too. Also…” you flush with embarassment, “I have no idea what I’m doing. You clearly know more than me, and I’m guessing I’m about to get worse. Also… Jing Yuan may have told me to be nice to you even though you’re a criminal.”

Blade laughs at that, a warm sound that hits straight to your core, your hand pressing against your stomach.

“You trust the General’s words that much?”

“There’s a lot going on right now! Just take the goddamn shower!” You chuck a pillow at him, which he catches with ease and throws back.

A closer whiff of your scent has him swallowing a noise in his throat. He rationalizes that he surely can’t leave you in the hands of a random Alpha who might take advantage of your lack of knowledge, especially not someone so close to Jing Yuan.

~

“Alphas can act more… barbaric, shall we say, the heavier an omega’s heat gets. You have to fight and say it straight if you don’t want anything, you understand?”

Maybe you should’ve thought this through a little more before, because now you certainly can’t. Blade is wearing nothing except the towel you gave him wrapped low around his waist, his muscles clear and evident, scars littering his body like streaks of comets. He’s stunning.

He watches you ogle him, sighing as he cups your face gently in his palm, forcing your gaze to his face.

“Did you hear me, girl?”

And oh, maybe that’s a mistake on his part, because the moment you make eye contact with him, his breath catches. Your lips are still slick with the water you’ve been drinking, your pupils widened and full of lust. That blank look that is clearly only thinking of him. How long has it been for Blade too, since he’s had a moment like this with someone else? Centuries? Your omega scent fills the air at the skin-to-skin contact, and it makes him feel like you’re a siren pulling him in.

He can see your mind working, doing your best to force your brain to think. “I’ll tell you. I will.”

It’s only then that Blade sits in your nest with you. He notices the way you lean into him, until your head rests against his shoulder, breathing his smoky scent in.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Blade chuckles. “My only concern is being able to control myself through this.”

You reach for him, press your face closer to his, until your noses are touching. He lets you lead, wants you to lead, so that he knows exactly what it is you want and what you’re okay with.

And you do, your mouth pressing against his, getting the first drink of what he has to offer. He thinks he could drown in you like this. His hand moves to the small of your back, his lips gentle and slow as they move against yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, and then you’re pulling him in, and it’s like a dam that breaks open. He’s careful not to rest his whole weight on you, one hand propping himself up against your headboard, even as you squeeze your arms tighter. You didn’t realize heats could feel like this, having someone with you to hold as it sinks you in deeper. You bring your nose to the scent gland at his neck, kissing it lightly, and your scent that fllls the room in return has him making a noise akin to a growl as he presses his hand into your waist.

“Careful, girl,” he warns, but you don’t care. God, you don’t care. You feel your heat settling into your body deeper, slick pooling between your legs as you wrap them around his waist. You’re sure he can smell it, especially from the way he tries to still you.

“Mm, a little fast, don’t you think?” His teeth nips at your ear as your hands trail down his chest, over his back, the bumps from scarring only making it clearer to your heat-addled brain that he’s strong, a strong alpha.

“It’s your-,” your words die down before you can say them. It’s your job to keep us in check, you want to say. But your body starts to warm uncomfortably. Blade runs a hand up and down your torso, thumb pressing circles against your waist. Your eyebrows cinch together, kicking of the sheets yet wanting the comfort of them close to you.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. It’s called a heat for a reason.” He kisses your cheek gently, like a lover. You chase his lips, bringing him in for another kiss.

“You don’t feel hot,” you tell him as you break away, confused. Strangely enough, Blade’s body doesn’t add to your irritating warmth. If anything, it feels like the only relief. His body is warm, but where he touches you tingles softly, staving off the heaviness.

“Mm, that’s because I’m taking care of you,” he presses a kiss to your neck, dangerously close to nipping at your scent gland, before descending down your collarbone. His hands move under your shirt, a reprieve from the sweat that’s starting to sheenson your skin. You want to beg him like he’s a god to release you from the cage your heated body has become. Instead, you remove your shirt, pulling him into you once more, his skin against yours like a reverence.

He continues to kiss at the skin he’s been given access to, one hand moving to your breast, cupping it from below and pinching at your nipple. You arch into his touch, and his mind immediately goes to the thought of you arching your back as he presses his member into you.

He wants more. He wants so, so much more.

Does he dare let himself indulge? His thoughts flitter away as you release him from the death grip your arms had him in, allowing him to descend his mouth down to your breasts, to kiss at the skin, teeth scraping lightly over a nipple, his hands skating over your stomach and to the waistband of your pants.

You’re sobbing into him now, somehow he’s skin to skin with you and it feels like it’s not nearly close enough. Your head feels full of cotton, his body and the feeling of his wet tongue lapping at you, lips wrapping around your nipple, encompassing you so fully you sometimes forget to breathe.

You tap his shoulder as he kisses down your stomach, and he looks up at you with curious eyes.

“Can’t- can’t take it,” you heave, hands stroking his hair. “Take me now,” your thighs tighten around him. “Need- I need”

“No.”

His answer is so clipped that it shocks you, and you’re almost distracted by him removing your pants from you, leaving your soft panties for his view.

“Wha- Blade,” you sigh his name, you meant for it to be a scolding, but then he’s kissing right above the waistband of your panties and you feel the air rush out of you all too delicately. “You- don’t you want-”

“This is about what you want.”

“I just told you what I want!”

“You’re not ready.” His words are almost a whisper now, voice gruff between your legs, his hair tickling the inside of your thighs as he presses his nose to your clothed core and breathes you in. God, he feels like an animal, his member hardening at just the scent of your slick. Don’t you know he’s already holding back? Don’t you know the way you’re beckoning him to give it to you now is more torture for him than it is for you?

“What? Blade, you can’t be serious.”

He grunts. “I’m serious.” His saliva coats his mouth, gripping your thighs a little tighter. “May I?”

“God, Blade, yes. Do whatever you’re gonna do since you’re not gonna-”

He relishes in the way your breath catches and the words fall out of your mouth the moment he laps his wet tongue over your clothed core. The sound you let out is a wrecked thing.

You distinctly hear a ripping sound, the material giving way against your skin and chucked somewhere behind him.

“Blade!”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he groans, and then his tongue is pressed against your folds and oh, it’s like heaven’s greatest sin, so close to the relief you so desperately want. He doesn’t sound any better, moans falling from his lips that are pressed against your core, purposefully wrapping his arms around your thighs and pressing them towards his face so he can have you all around him, your skin and scent and sweat only adding to the way he has to grind his hips into your bed.

You intertwine your fingers with his, gripping tight, and he can’t help but feel his heart lurch a little at how cute the gesture is. You know exactly who he is, but the way you’re gasping his name asking him for more, more makes him feel like less of a monster and more like a lover, your lover.

He swallows every drop of pearly wetness you afford him, his suckles over your folds slowly growing more desperate. He wants to breathe you in, drink you up, give you all he can. He settles with splitting your folds with his tongue, flicking your clit over and over again, gripping your thighs tight, and mumbling into your skin about how “you’re so pretty like this, wanna watch you make a mess on my face” between breaths.

He doesn’t have to wait long, your grip on his hand gets tighter with each lather of his wet muscle, your core tightening as you try your best to tell him that you’re close, so close.

“Yeah, baby? You’re gonna give it to me?” he whispers against your skin, lips glistening as they delve back in. “Go ahead then, show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

He watches you as you cum, letting out a broken moan, your thighs pressing against the sides of his face impossibly tighter, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. You sob as your hips thrust into his face, his hands never letting yours go, tongue working you through every shock of your orgasm. He does his best to savor every drop. It’s for him, because of him, after all.

You’re shocked he’s still going when you come back to, your thrashing going from intense pleasure to overstimulation, your hands pushing against his in an attempt to get away from the way he’s still sucking on your clit.

“Too much! Blade, I’m so sensitive, it’s so much, oh, gods.”

“Mm,” he acknowledges you, but doesn’t let up, still holding your legs tight against himself. He’s not done, doesn’t want to be.

“Blade, BladeBladeBlade, I can’t, I really can’t, wha-“ Something shifts inside of you, and the feeling is like being choked, your lungs out of breath and desperately trying to take in air as the pain gives way to pleasure. Every wave feels like a drug, so quick to become putty in his hands as he drags you to another orgasm. This time it’s slower to build, but so much more intense, your body uncontrollable as it tenses harshly, gripping his hair, and you come undone on his tongue once more.

“Blade, holy, what-“ you try to catch your breath, desperate for each gulp of air you take in.

He groans in satisfaction, his grin carnivorous as he swipes his tongue over his lips, wiping the excess with the back of his hand.

“Good girl. Came so well for me, didn’t you?” His smirk is evident, canines pressing down just slightly against his tongue. He peppers kisses against your inner thigh.

“Gods, Blade. Just-“ your legs shake as you attempt to reel him in, grabbing his hand with yours, and this time he lets you, kissing you deep, his tongue grazing against the back of your teeth.

You lay your hand flat against his abs, sliding them down until your fingertips reach the towel, haphazardly pulling it off. He draws in a sharp breath at the feeling of the cool air on his member, pressing his hand down to your waist. His mind reels with just the thought of having you, the thought of his cock sliding into you, lubricated by your slick and his spit.

When he pulls his lips away from yours, you finally get to look at him, your hand wrapping around his dick as he exhales a soft ‘mm’.

You pump your hand up once, twice, before he’s taking your hand in his and putting it away.

“Blade, please. You’re so hard,” you’re sure between your legs is shiny with your slick and his spit. He doesn’t falter anymore, pressing your thighs back towards your chest, lining himself up with his cunt, gritting his teeth as the sensitive head catches against your folds.

“You’re-,” he grips your thighs a little harder, steeling himself against you. “Stay still, girl.”

“Please.”

“I’m getting there*.”*

“You’ve been teasing me for hours-”

“You’ve cum twice. Don’t make me show you what teasing really looks like.” He finally presses himself into you, a short intake of breath passes through his teeth as the head slips in. He plays with you, he has to be, sliding in and out of you, giving you just a little more each time.

You’re gripping his shoulders, pulling his body close to yours, his grunts so soft you might almost miss them if his mouth wasn’t against your ear. You’re faring no better, pressed chest to chest against him as he sinks into you.

“Oh,” you gasp, and he grunts in return, his forehead pressing against yours so he can watch and feel your every reaction. His hand grips the headboard, the wood creaks as if it’s about to give in to him, trying his damn best not to slam into you like he knows he wants to. He sheaths himself in whole, finally, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix. It feels downright cruel, the way you grip around him, your pretty whines against his ear.

“Are you-”

“Please,” you beg him, because nothing has ever felt so right and you think you might die if he doesn’t give it to you.

He huffs. “You’re not gonna die, baby. I’ll give it to you.”

“Well hurry up with it or I might,” you tilt your hips up, trying to move under his weight but he’s heavy, pinning you down and yet it’s exactly what you need. He moves off of you slightly only to bring his hands behind your knees, pressing them to your chest, and there’s a moment where you’re not really sure where he’s going with this until he-

“You’re so tight,” he grunts, and then he’s slamming into you hard. “Wanted to make this easy for you, ease you in, but you just had to go and be a brat.” You think your mind bluescreens from the pleasure-pain of his cock sliding all the way out to the tip only to press back into you, ramming against your cervix with every other press of his hips against yours, your heat coiling like a serpent in your core, like the slow drip of syrup through your body.

He brings his hand down between your bodies, fingers tapping against your clit. “Taking my cock so well, aren’t you?” His voice is low and heavy, and all you can do is say his name in return. “You’re a good little omega, aren’t you baby? Good girl, good fucking girl.”

You thought he’d be quiet, but something about his cock inside of you has the words tumbling out of his mouth. You can both feel his knot starting to swell, the heat of it making him sweat, the way it widens right at the base. It makes his hips stutter, more desperate, prevents him from sliding out all the way like he was before so he fucks you faster.

“Wanna feel you cum around my cock.” Your legs are over his shoulder now, one hand running circles over your clit, the other making its way around your neck. He doesn’t choke you, doesn’t press down, only holds you there as a show of power, but something about it has you arching your back into him.

He thinks it’s dangerous, makes him feel like you belong to him.

“Wanna cum around your cock,” you whisper to him in return, and he grunts.

“Yeah?” He smirks, but it’s gentle, almost like a smile, a soft upturn at the corner of his mouth. “Been aching for an alpha’s cock inside of you, haven’t you?”

“Just yours,” you tell him, your fingernails scratching at the nape of his neck. The confession has him pressing his teeth right next to your scent gland, making a mark where you can’t hide.

“This pussy belongs to me now, then,” he says it like something between a demand and a prayer. You gasp yes into his ear as you get closer to the edge, teetering off it. “Show me how my pussy cums for me. Cum around my cock, baby. You’ve been aching for it, haven’t you?” You can feel the pulse of his knot, his adam apple jumping as he swallows, mouth dry. “Go ahead and cum for me then.”

It’s your alpha’s order, your body follows like it responds only to his demands, it feels like it’s being ripped out of you as your chest presses against his and your mind goes blank, your slick gushing around his knot. He’s only seconds behind, spilling into you with a groan, his face in your shoulder, his nose against your scent gland so he can memorize the sweetness of you right at your peak.

It’s with a deep intake of breath that you both relax. He’s careful to position his body next to yours, to make sure he doesn’t crush you, even as his cock stays inside of you, his knot still slightly swollen. He swipes your hair back, thumb tracing over your hairline as he kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then presses his lips against yours for something saccharine sweet. You let him, drinking him in.

“Stay,” you tell him, and he chuckles, because it’s still more of an order than a request.

“Still got attitude,” he holds you close, rolling both of you over so you’re lying on top of him. “Not going anywhere, baby. Relax.”

“For my whole heat. Take my number too, while you’re at it.” Your words slur together, but the genuinity shows in your eyes.

“I’m a wanted criminal.” He says frankly.

“Oh yeah? Should’ve- fuck- should’ve told me that earlier. It’s almost like there’s a wanted poster on every street of you.”

“It doesn’t look like me.” He rakes a hand through your hair, his other massages the soreness in your thigh.

“Why’d Jing Yuan let you go anyways?”

“You wanna say another man’s name with my dick still inside of you?”

“Ah, sorry, so possessive. I think it’s going down now.” You lift yourself off of it slowly, and Blade watches with reverence as his seed slips out of you, milky white. He catches it on his fingers, pressing it back.

“S-Sensitive,” your nails press into his chest, and he kisses your shoulder in apology.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Can’t move.”

“I’ll carry you.”

“We just showered.”

“Just a rinse. Then I’ll add your number, okay?”

Carefully, so as to not rouse you from your sleep, Alastor shimmied out of his trousers slowly. His undergarments followed suit, ditched atop the heap of fabric on the floor.

With a hushed hiss escaping him, his tip met with the coolness of the room's air. Already his cock was weeping beads of precum—the pearlescent liquid trailing its way down his hardened length.

Oh, if only you knew the effect you had on him even when blissfully unaware, lips pursed and brow slightly furrowed as you dreamt away, your concentration clearly stolen elsewhere in a place he couldn't quite reach.

A minuscule, sleepy groan passed your lips unbidden just then. How adorable.

Alastor set about rearranging you almost as if you were a fragile doll made of the finest china, deliberately moving you until you were no longer in a curled up position.

Once he had laid you out carefully upon the bed, your sheer babydoll nightgown had ridden up, exposing your cotton panties that now unabashedly peeked out. It was an all-too-tantalizing sight; one that made his cock twitch with renewed intrigue. He ghosted his knuckles down your clothed slit, a voracious hunger in his eyes as he felt the way your entrance tightened reflexively at his featherlight touch. Almost knowingly. Almost as if it was imploring the monster to come inside and make a home for himself.

"Ma belle, the things you do to me," he whispered into the silence of the night that promised to keep his sins a secret—even the one he was about to commit—voice low and gravelly with desire that pooled deep into his gut.

He was now sat back on his haunches at the foot of the bed, head tilted to the side, looking every part the predator assessing his prey. Alastor openly admired you in all your relaxed glory for just a moment longer. So tranquil you were, still unaware of the unholiness he would soon devote in your name…

With startling ease, he then used his claws to slice cleanly through the pure cotton, the noise of it ripping the only other sound aside from your steady breathing and his more laborious breaths.

His breath almost caught in his throat at how your cunt was now presented bare before him. Alastor nearly cooed out loud at how you squirmed in your restful state, your body recognizing what had just happened while your mind remained obliviously caught in whatever scene your subconscious was playing for you.

Alastor wondered what you were dreaming of. Was it something from your past that you had not yet revealed to him? Your present, instead? Or perhaps your future—one where you undeniably and wholeheartedly belonged to him?

No matter what it was, the demon would see to it that he'd seep into the cracks of your dreams himself, especially if it meant bringing this saccharine cunt—and the rest of you—into his possession.

Positioning his mouth over your exposed clit, he gave it a quick and chaste kiss before nudging his tongue almost tentatively between your folds, your heady scent now more intense as it intoxicated him. At the slightest taste of you, a small groan emanated from deep within his chest while his eyes rolled back into his skull; you tasted every bit as divine as you looked.

Crimson eyes flickered upward towards your countenance that remained serene despite his ministrations. You were still so adorably oblivious to everything surrounding you.

"Bon appétit, ma chère," whispered Alastor as he gently spread your legs open and held them down with a possessive grip. Without further preamble, he delved his tongue once more betwixt your lower lips, the flesh there beginning to moisten with your essence as he earnestly ate you out like you were his last meal. Obscene slurping noises accompanied the way he undulated his tongue without shame—the muscle swirled around your clit a few times, then side-to-side, before it would go on to be joined with his lips as he suckled at the nub.

In doing so, you subconsciously jerked in his hold, brows furrowing as little gasps left you. His ears flicked in interest at the sound, but his focus did not stray from suctioning the pearl nestled at the apex of your thighs. After a few more seconds, his tongue traveled down towards your slick entrance before sliding inside. The appendage elongated within you slowly; its tip brushed against your cervix before retracting to roll up and down the walls of your inner canal, searching for the spot he knew would make your toes curl in your sleep.

Once he had found what he sought—evident by your increased squirming and soft whines rising in volume—he ensured all his attention would not leave it untouched. By now, you were lightly thrashing at the stimulation, yet he kept his attention fixated on it; his claws applied more pressure to your plush skin, effectively keeping your moving thighs from closing and clamping around his head.

Still fast asleep, your orgasm crashed down upon you, his tongue relentless as he wrung every last second of it out of you. With a satisfied grunt, Alastor pulled back from your drooling cunt—the motion causing a string of his saliva to stretch between his mouth and your labia.

He took a moment to admire the lewd display you unknowingly offered him while you sleepily murmured, your mind tarrying elsewhere.

You looked to be in a state of absolute ruination without even being aware of it. Your hair was tousled, sweat beaded along the alluring curve of your throat, and your expression had settled back into one of undisturbed blankness. At the sight, Alastor felt his cock become impossibly harder.

Well, now with you being sufficiently prepared…

The demon pushed your thighs to the sides of your head, their backs pressing into the pillow that your head rested against. One hand then guided his dripping length into your heat. The moment he felt himself encompassed entirely by you, he groaned out your name. It took him a fair amount of restraint to avoid cumming into you right then and there—yet his smile only widened.

He was going to make sure you felt him even in your dreams, even if they didn't involve him.

It was a languid pace he set, his hips lazily thrusting into you as he fondly looked down at your placid visage, gaze searching for any potential signs of stirring. When he found none, he began to piston into you with more purpose, but not with enough force to wake you.

Plap, plap, plap—the sound of his pelvis striking the backs of your thighs filled the room, which was now thick with the aroma of sex. His breathing became more ragged.

"Yes, take all of me," Alastor murmured though you could not hear him.

Your pussy continued to welcome him, squelching as your hole greedily accepted each and every thrust.

The beginnings of perspiration gathered on his pallid skin, yet this did nothing to deter him from chasing his release by using your pliable body. With each plunge into you, the bed creaked beneath the force; its noisiness joined the cacophony that was his breathing and the pleasured, tiny whimpers he elicited from you.

His once measured thrusts were gradually becoming more erratic, and the tension within his gut was growing more and more taut the longer his eyes drank in your disheveled form taking him so well, so obediently, so dutifully.

A low, condescending croon came from him. "You love it when I fuck you like this, don't you, my little sleepy doe? You're doing so well for me… Oh, yes you are!"

Your brow was set once more, and he would've thought you had heard him and responded by the way you softly whined next, if it weren't for how your eyes remained shut and your breathing stayed level.

"Hush now," the demon said in a subdued tone, as if placating a fussy child. "You are safe with me…"

His precum and your fluids coalesced into a shallow puddle, the combination dripping out of you onto the once-pristine bedsheets. He paid it no mind as he threw your legs over his shoulders and leaned in closer, forearms caging you in as his lips grazed your temple tenderly—or with as much tenderness as a monster like him could muster.

"You're mine."

The pleasure winding around his core tighter and tighter finally snapped in tandem with his equanimity. A guttural groan tore from him as his balls drew up before his hot, white cum was pumped into you. Alastor's hips stuttered, the last of his composure breaking.

"There we go," he cooed breathlessly, giving you a few final lazy thrusts, his spend thoroughly painting your inner canal. It was a claim upon your body that you would barely remember.

Finally, he pulled his cock out from your warmth, and a gasp nearly escaped him. His cum dribbled out of you, mingling with the mess beneath your ass; a view that was enough to make any man erect again. He gathered what leaked from you on one fingertip, privately deeming it an ungrateful waste, then pressed it back inside.

Delicately, Alastor returned you to your former position. He then rose and stepped back from the bed to admire his handiwork while retrieving the clothing he had discarded across the floorboards.

To anyone else, you remained the picture of innocence. Alastor knew better—or fancied that he did.