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ONE OF THESE NIGHTS | Part I | Part II | Part III

2023 SERIES, BLURBS.

ALPHABET BOY | X

AETHER

“[Name], ready to head out?”

Even as a newly found friend of his, he still feels close enough to talk casually. No need for formalities, unless, you preferred to keep it such way. Calling you by a surname feels too distant, like your friendship is based on business only, like it’s fake. That’s not how future travel buddies should refer to each other, not with that barrier lodged between them making them even more separate as time went on. Aether remains friendly without revealing too much. He doesn’t want to scare you, not this early in the relationship. The adventure has only just begun, and he cannot wait to get to know you on an intimate level.

How intimate, you ask? Find out. Either way, he’ll do anything to have you at his calloused hands.

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“Babe, goodness. You’re so cute.”

The moment you are declared his, he’ll be overwhelmingly affectionate. His words, his touch, everything. Pet names are but a small measure of his love for you, quite common among lovesick couples. Cringe and whine all you want, nothing could stop him from showing his undying affinity for you. A strong arm circled around your waist, pulling you in closer to nuzzle the two of your heads together after a long battle, sweat grazing your faces. He feels wonderful with you encased in his arms, like you’re a source of abundant energy, recharging drained batteries in order for him to continue this treacherous journey to (a bitter) reunion, and self-improvement.

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“Come here.”

Play time is over.

You’ve never seen Aether this intimidating. He’s been so laidback these past couple months together, and if a situation ever calls of trouble, he’d always motion over a teammate to escort you somewhere a little farther down the path for safety. The true reason? Well, he doesn’t want you to see his ... unorthodox side. Not yet. A cruel, monstrous part of him that’ll eventually take over all of him after conquering statue after statue. When he orders you to stroll over and place yourself onto his lap willingly - sticking his tongue all the way down your throat - you will do so.

Bend; Break; Suffer.

All in the name of love.

LUMINE

“[Surname], what are you surmising..?”

Her manner of speech is beyond listless and unbearably frigid to handle, but you preserve through it with an open mind. Maybe it’s your understanding of her reclusiveness: not sure whether to open up, show strangers any signs of weakness, let them in on your weakened heart. People tend to process that information, and use it to their advantage. They take your trust for granted, then proceed to crush it in their hands, their grimy, gnarly hands. There is such thing as trust issues, so she’ll stay true to herself only in fear of betrayal. You will be referred by your surname respectfully, a way to not feel close, familiar.

Lumine never intended on getting personal with anyone, but when did plans ever go smoothly?

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”[Name]... you’re here.”

Lumine calling you by your first name is a pleasant surprise. Really. Takes you by shock the moment she murmurs it timidly one afternoon, wanting to eat her words the moment a broad smile stretches across your face. It’s only fair now that you made a noticeable change in her life. Take responsibility and lead the path that you’d unknowingly caved. She’s a little intimidated by this outcome, scared of what’s to come, but with you firmly placed at her side, anything can be conquered.

A recently thawed heart, for example.

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”Agh... Mmm, please... M-More?“

Intimacy is strange, scary even. 

Lumine’s body trembles beautifully in pure moonlight. Spilling from window panes, bouncing off empty, bleak walls. Sharp fingernails digging into thin sheets and palms, trying to rub herself unknowingly against your hand and being denied the foreign pleasure causes her to whimper out in frustration. Reluctant, weak pleads and messy drool spill from her swollen lips.

She’s begging.

A vulnerable sight as rare as earning her trust. Lumine hardly shows signs of weakness, for her to openly display submissiveness is shocking, and might one add, a massive turn on. Maybe this was payback for keeping you waiting for so, so long.

But what are grudges when she is yours and you are hers?

A love story, and it will have a happy ending.

AMBER

“Oh, didn’t see ya there, outsider! My bad! What’s the big rush?”

Besides the awkward meeting, you two kick it off quite well. When being called an outsider, she truly doesn’t mean that in a negative light, but as a standalone fact. You are not from this land, after all. She’s gotten so used to calling you that for so long, anything else doesn’t seem to roll off her tongue quite right. Anyone that makes a negative comment regarding this will have to face justice itself, Amber and her scuffed bow and clumsily-made arrows!

No, really, when did their opinions matter?

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“[Name], I knew ya had it in ya, sweetheart! T’is calls for a celebration. Cheers to ya!”

Wouldn’t it make sense if you two were on a first name basis? You’re now in an established relationship, the old nickname wouldn’t really hold up well. People would think you two are simply strangers which is far from the truth and she figures it’s about time to take a step forward by smothering you in cute, honey-laced nicknames! Don’t get her wrong, ‘outsider’ won’t be abandoned so easily - that’s just something that’ll probably come out arbitrarily, on a whim, forever a habit.

Call her a pet name back and she’ll be the giddiest Outrider in Teyvat.

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“You’re quite experienced at this, a-aren’t ya? Not thatsa bad thing but... B-Barbatos. M’ blushing a bit, if not a lot thinkin’ back on it..”

Nothing can shake Amber off her feet. Well, most things, and that certainly does not include you making her an unraveled mess under you, gasping for air like a starved man. Such sessions never fail to remind her of how merciless one can truly be when they deem it necessary. Ah, but do not worry, your surprising boldness in bed is interesting - attractive.

She’ll take what is offered: the pleasure, the pain, anything.

It’s you that loves.

JEAN GUNNHILDR

“We truly appreciate your help, honorary knight. Allow me to officially thank you on Mondstadt’s behalf. Is there anything we can do to repay such spared kindness?”

Unfortunately, there is no time to ‘get to know’ you. Her duty takes up a huge portion of her time. As much as she wants to hold a grand welcome party for you - there are still stacks of paperwork waiting to be completed at the headquarters, piling away as days pass by. A day cannot go without haste. Surely a chance will arrive when Jean is allowed to properly rest, for once. Comes hardly, but it’s there.

She’ll await for an opportunity - patience rivaling a Saint’s. When that time arrives, it’ll be spent on you.

Promise.

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”[Name], would you.. mind joining me for a walk? I won’t keep you for too long… Time is precious, after all.”

She’s calmed down a little on work ethic. Still driven to a strenuous degree - although one can argue that it’s so much better than ignoring the tell-tale signs of her own stress and fainting. This allows her closest companions to deal with the selfishly selfless behavior most of the time. One can get caught up in their passion, too caught up when their focus dead sets on the objective, and not everything around it.

Good thing you are here as a firm reminder, telling her that she needs to cherish herself the most at the end of a day; to stop putting others before her. Jean is of much worth than she treats and thinks of herself.

You’ll say it everyday.

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“P-please don’t look at me that way. I know... I am unfitting of a Dandelion Knight right now.”

She’s never seen herself so... frail before. When you make her strip down for a promiscuous show, keeping the lacy white undergarments and thigh-high garter stockings on to save her further embarrassment (for now), Jean’s face burns a thousand suns. The future of Mondstadt rests on her reliable shoulders. Here she was flaunting around in such an indecent outfit - if it can even be called one with so much skin exposed; your lust-heavy eyes fixated, drinking it all in.

.. Dandelions.

She thinks of them dearly in this nerve wrecking moment, wanting to become one, wanting to be blown away by the refreshing wind with escape in mind. But no, you’ll pull her down abruptly by the arm, finding her glossy lips locked with yours.

Your love is suffocating.

LISA MINCI

“Well, aren’t you a cutie.”

An innocent nickname. A flattering compliment. Hearing it should make someone’s day, but Lisa murmuring saccharine against your sensitive ears makes it all the more insulting. Visibly unnerved every time that pet name leaves her sinful lips, baring a small scowl refusing to return an answer. Not that it bothers her. Reminds one of a stray cat caught up in a daunting town, makes the promiscuous witch want to mess with you even more, challenging that daring nature.

That is your weakness.

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“Little rose, as much as I adore you, the library rules apply to you too.”

This time she seems genuine in her displays of affection. Still intolerably flirtatious per usual, but there’s a certain softness to it that makes you quell up. In fear, in admiration, in love - Lisa doesn’t give you enough room to process these feelings properly. She attacks head on, peppering her cutie in breathtaking kisses, head-to-toe, anything that leaves you angrily flustered. Agitation radiating off you spurs on her inner trickster, a school girl picking on her crush.

Now now, this doesn’t make you safe from her devious antics. If anything, you’re prone.

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“Such a cutie choking on your Mistress’s fingers... Yes, you’re my cutie.. Clean it all off.”

Lazy Lisa; indisputable title. She chose to be a simple librarian at the end of the day for the leisurely pace and serene environment. A perfect place to doze off after hours of stillness. Free of noise, and annoying distraction - that is, when visitors actually follow the rules enforced. She’ll see to it.

This is where it all changes.

Your sore knees glued to the wooden floor with her misleadingly pretty fingers - covered in your own mess - shoved hastily into your mouth, swirling it all around your tongue so you can taste how much of a slut you are.

Obedience is also a nice look on you, love.

KAEYA ALBERICH

“[Nickname], shall we have a drink? Consider it my treat.”

Some made up name that surely annoys the living daylights out of you. He likes those the best. You’re not particularly close, acquaintances at best, but Kaeya strives to close that gap even more in time. Hard to pass such an offer when you aren’t bright at all to their ‘customs’ making it easy to manipulate the playground that is your weak mind. It’s too fun to not toy with!

A pretty plaything, to keep him amused.

Perhaps one that can even be his.

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”Hm? You want a kiss, from me?”

Not much changes once confessions have been exchanged, tying you down to him permanently. Only that Kaeya is incessantly annoying, as usual, wanting to get under your skin through any means necessary. Overbearing affection: the type that leaves you squirming in his tightening grasp; the type that leaves you gasping for air after an aggressive kiss - of teeth and tongue; the type that has you wondering if love was supposed to be this scary.

You should be used to it by now..

And are you?

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“Go on. You wanted this for a while now.”

You’re so used to being called sweet things, and sweet things only. For him to suddenly spit venom down onto your pink tongue, forcing you to swallow every agonizing drop with his focus dead set on your squeezable throat scares you. He’s a tease, a little mean, but one who takes the time to make checks to see if the joke has gone far too long.

A vice-like grip on your chin, tightening the more you dare move. Kaeya purrs, not lessening the aggressive hold until you swallow a glob of spit he’d lovingly bestow you.

A gift of love you shouldn’t reject.

VENTI

”[Name]... Uncommon, foreign, rolls off the tongue smoothly, like fine wine... I like you already!”

You’re interesting. Not of their world which explains the use of all elements without the bother of a flimsy vision, blessed by picky Archons. An unsuspecting hero has resurfaced, finding themselves lost here of all places. Curious! Isn’t this another song to repose? Another story to write to a catchy melody - performing for thousands of generations down the line. The potential is abundant and he does not waste any time to lose the opportunity to familiarize himself with the subject in mind.

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”Fancy seeing you here, Cecilia. Care to listen to a tune or more?”

Attachment is a curse.

He’s learned this over the course of a millennium, few would understand. Straying leisurely around a hospital town busking in Mondstadt, home - for a dozen glasses full of expensive alcohol. Intoxicated and mindless, not having a jumbled up mind drift off to a past full of fallen friends.

You get close, too close, and they disappear.

It’s immortality that separates Archons and humans apart. They’re not meant to be, they never will be, but Venti finds himself at the same spot, eagerly awaiting for your arrival.

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”Let me take care of you.”

His youthful demeanor traps unsuspecting people.

A charade he plays consistently, the careless bard who wanders aimlessly; people’s guards are let down onto the stony ground. Venti could be considered annoying, but poses not a threat. To them, maybe. And to you, well, you know much better now, at his disposal as he crawls on top of you agonizingly slow, an innocent smile gracing those sinful lips, just to devour you with them.

It’s love, He reckons.

DILUC RAGNVINDR

“Traveler. This is no time to be fooling around.”

A good amount of distance is wedged in between you two. He has no intentions of getting personal and up close with some random outsider out of all people. Not out of dislike, but out of necessary precaution. Chances are you aren’t going to remain here in Mondstadt. What traveler settles in one region? None. Everyone leaves, and you aren’t going to be any different.

He’ll remind himself this in spite.

People come and go. Don’t get attached.

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“Your efforts weren’t in vain. Don’t lose heart.”

You’re not just an associate of his, but a trusted ally now. A lover to be more specific. Strange considering all those original doubts stemmed from your background and objectives, had he went back betraying his own words.

Because of this, Diluc faces a hardening problem. 

Eventually, you’ll flee. You won’t remain in Teyvat forever, you have your troubled sibling to pursue after - a set home to return to, bounded to another universe - one he definitely isn’t a part of, but apart.

He does not like that.

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“You’re staying here, with me.”

A bit of force is necessary in a relationship. 

For stubborn brats that is, who still haven’t received the message. Diluc hates repeating words, hates hurting you - without reason. He wants to show how much adoration he has in store, but you’re not letting him with dissonance and the distance of it.

And that is okay, a damning solution comes to light.

Fucking you harshly into the mattress with your legs bent over your chest, until you suffer multiple orgasms; until you are filled and covered with his cum; until he is sure you won’t even think of leaving him.

Kazuha Kaedehara, and the Kitty On Deck.

─ When he first boarded the Crux Fleet, never did one expect the boisterous captain to have a cat with them of all animals. Don’t those graceful felines despise huge bodies of water? What would one gain from being so close to the edge, planks away from their supposed nemesis? Whatever the case may be, you are considered another one of the underlings, or rather a domesticated animal to be exact. You keep insisting that you are not but the miniature bell dangling freely from your collar notifying anyone of your presence tells a different story. Plus, the crew-mates aren’t certainly helping the argument as they praise and scratch behind your ears anytime they’d cross paths and you’d purr affectionately out of instinct, before withdrawing to save face. 

Not that there’s much left to retain, anyway.

─ Your precious Beidou, the one who rescued you from the wilderness is caught up in a stormy sea of responsibilities, throwing her around left-to-right, busying her from head-to-toe. Captain duties calls persistently. One cannot simply abandoned them because someone feels lonely. There are better things to attend to as much as she cares for you which is why you are left alone in the private corridors most of the time trying to find another source to keep you occupied. Her lack of attentiveness is disheartening, feeling the space between you two gradually widen with time, but what can you do? 

This is where Kazuha makes an appearance.

─ Why not tend to the ship’s beloved mascot? Not many take the time to properly check up on you, only the obligatory ‘how are you doing’ or typical warm greetings - they all started to blend together. Despite being surrounded by the people who can be considered family, a small part of you still feels isolated like you don’t belong here. A stranger in your own home; unable to naturally hop into their hearty conversations over past adventures because you weren’t present during that period. He understands. That, and they keep referring to you as a pet only. Isn’t that a little cruel? The way he views it, you’re still considered human. And if you follow mindlessly after him, a stray cat, he’ll treat you the same.

Eventually, Kazuha will ask Beidou a huge favor when the juncture provides.

He’s been nothing but loyal.

13. Warmth

You’re in his private corridors for tonight at his brief request.

Cute whines can be heard among the serene night, with your soft palms clutching onto white bedsheets trying your hardest to keep down these strange noises from leaking out of the room. It’s more than embarrassing. That, and you don’t want to disturb others resting in their peaceful sleep. Beidou had sent everyone on their own personal missions over the week, keeping each one occupied until their limbs felt like crumbling off their sore bodies. Everyone must’ve been terribly exhausted, and for that -

You don’t want to take their solitude away.

“Kazuha.. Aah, feels w-weird.”

They’re music to his ears. A song you must never share with a vindictive world. He’ll never get sick of eliciting these addictive sounds. He’ll never get sick of this, you being unable to comprehend the warmth brewing between your thighs, glassy tears poking at cat-like eyes as you try and stifle a moan. Adorable, he thinks, with his careful fingers brushing against sensitive, tight walls as he stares passionately, imprinting the sight before him at the back of his mind permanently - and his pace starts to get faster, forcing more lewd sounds out of you.

His full attention dead set, watching the way you mewl between shaky breaths, eyes shut tight afraid of meeting his own (in fear, or shame.) Face flushed, blouse unbuttoned revealing your breasts with hickeys scattered all over them and on your cute tummy from his surprisingly possessive assault. 

Kazuha’s always been gentle. Even during these moments.

“Don’t be scared, [Name],” he murmurs lightly, forehead grazing your own for added comfort, “It’s not scary to feel good.” 

Don’t stop yourself from what your body craves.

You don’t.

Thoma, and the House Puppy.

─ He is the Kamisato’s official and only housekeeper. An efficient worker, one on his own accord because such position gives him a better sense of responsibility, control. Every morning is an opportunity to improve oneself; assisting those in dire need of help around the nearest town. Thoma is up before the sun could make its grand appearance, tending to a long list of chores that falls all the way down to his ankles with an elated grin. Laundry, cooking, cleaning - he does it all professionally. More tasks that troubles the clan will be dealt with by him personally if they are shorthanded, which is to say - all the time. Not that he minds. Allows more room for improvement in areas he still has yet to hone: bargaining, brawling, blackmailing, you name it.

─ His favorite duty of the day is to attend to the house pet. A cute little puppy all caged up, hungry for attention and affection, or so they say. Your whimpers to be released from these inhuman confines are always ignored, Thoma whistling to himself as he prepares the treats and the dreaded tether to attach to that expensive, darling little collar the esteemed family is proud of presenting. Dehumanizing. You’ve been in their ‘care’ for about three months now (hard to count without a calendar or a clock in hand), there’s not much to do besides close your eyes and rest in this limited space, waiting endlessly for someone to come home. Even if they provided a generously sized cage, enough to where you can somewhat stretch in these confines, soft bedding and a couple miscellaneous items to keep one entertained, you never asked for this. Taking in someone, a human - half-human, to be their pet is depraved. Even for them. 

But who will speak up?

─ There’s a few things Thoma recalls regarding their puppy. Play nice, Ayaka encourages. She’s just too sweet on you, always willing to feign a blind eye to any types of misbehavior. A little nibbling never hurt, and if it did, she’ll just patch those loving wounds right back up thinking of it to be playful behavior. On the other hand, Ayato tells him to resort to discipline if needed. Dogs should already have obedience engrained in them. It is in their adoring nature, but for you in particular... Some more work still needs to be done which is why he’d tasked Thoma to handle the strict enforcement during his absences. A ton of commitment goes into training a pet..

Fortunate that he likes you.

14. Appeasement

The cage door swings wide open. 

Thoma’s staring rather affectionately at the half-asleep puppy, coaxing them into getting ready for their daily ”afternoon walk” around the premises. Occasionally, you’re lead around the nearby city in front of many, many citizens going about their day. They’re used to this sight at this point, normalized even, greeting Thoma followed by them cooing over you, the adorable pet. A medium-length leash tucked in his capable hand, tugging on it lovingly forcing you to crawl on your bare hands and knees as would an animal over to them, considering you are one.

Not just any animal; theirs.

Right now you don’t bother listening, limbs glued to the ground refusing to step out. Not out of spite, but out of pure exhaustion. Master Ayato had his way with you last night wanting to vent after an annoying meeting between difficult parties unwilling to come to a compromise.

A mistake on your end, they don’t take disobedience lightly.

You know this.

“… Ah?”

That, he questions lightly with his olive, slanted eyes narrowing, a playful chirp ringing in his delighted voice to pair off with an unsettling smile. A gloved hand caresses the skin of your thighs, soothing the soreness brought by your doting master prior, rubbing invisible circles into them, the other petting your head as your tail wags eagerly at the attention.

It’s not you, it’s your body reacting by nature. You do not like this.

You’ll try and convince yourself leaning closer to his comforting touch, at ease, for once... Before cruel fingers dug themselves into flesh, making you whimper, a kicked puppy.

“Puppy.. Why are you throwing a fit now? Do I have to treat this as if it were punishment? I don’t want to do that to our favorite girl.” 

Pause.

“Well,” he chuckles quietly to himself, “not as of now.”

And punishments, the mind can think of so much. They’re rattlingly creative in that department, determining which method is effective in keeping a disobedient mutt in line. Not that this was an arduous task. Anything they come up with always leaves you malleable and weak. One of them happens to be like a ‘walk-in-the-park’, but it’s during midnight and you have been stripped of the comfort of warm clothes and any remaining rights you had - forced to put up with chilly weather, wind running against your sensitive bare body. 

Then being lead around the headquarters naked, exposed, even when there isn’t a lot of people present does wonders on the psyche. This doesn’t happen too often, but when it does you’d even consider digging a six-feet grave with your name carved onto it. An escape through death; desperation. You think about this constantly, and consistently. It’s the only way out of their reach knowing the lengths they’d go into keeping what is theirs.

As for now, you just need to behave to avoid further punishment — cowering — nodding your head in defeat. It is in best interest.

“Good girl.”

A satisfying click can be heard.

The leash has been attached as advised.

Gorou, and the Cowering Bunny.

─ You were presented on a pricy pedestal as an anniversary gift; provided by Priestess Kokomi for knowing where his loyalty lies: with the Sangonomiya clan, the righteous group. Gorou’s never thought about anything else other than claiming victory on their end. Was there any room for another being to occupy his life? Especially someone so fragile.. and small? He doesn’t reach an answer until the sight of your droopy ears dangle off to the side, trembling under his scrutinizing gaze - hoping that this was another one of your sick dreams and not actually happening in present time. But beasts feast on fear and he can already taste it off you.

He licks his fang. 

─ It was tame at the start. To begin with you were bestowed during the fight for emancipation. A rabbit does not belong on the chaotic battlefield but safe in their obscure burrows. For the most part you’re left alone with a temporary caretaker, someone who will actually have patience and pure intentions - you’ll miss them plenty when your real partner comes back to pay lots of attention to you after the decree has been settled at once and the opportunity to try and run away completely disappears. Now, he can enjoy his present to the fullest without any distractions flocking by. You, and him; nothing else to ruin this moment. But just wait till you both hit mating season, an imminent event that’ll have him breeding you for days until you’re hardly conscious, his seed overflowing from your abused pussy and him making sure none of it goes to waste - there is no way that you haven’t been knocked up.

You’ll bare a lot of children for him whether you want to or not.

─ Even the forces recognize you: the General’s prey - er, friend? Not that they care to sweat over any details. Gorou’s reclusive regarding his private affairs. They’ll see him as an understanding commander, one who just wants what is best for them as he does you. They’ll look out as well when he brings you at a camp just to keep an eye even if you’ve never attempted to escape, not once. With bandages wrapped all around a frail body littered in prominent hickeys, playful bites, and light scratch marks - avoiding contact with his comrades in fear of being condemned. Signs of ownership, possessiveness, and just the way he pushes his hungry love onto you.

Gorou cannot help it, you’re just too cute to not eat!

15. Delirium

On the battlefield, he is known for being ruthless. 

Exhilaration floods in his system like a dangerous stimulant, running to his head as he rips through waves of faceless enemies using his strengthened claws and his sharpened teeth. Blood runs down his chapped lips - staining his uniform, but Gorou never falters. The lust for carnage persists until there is no longer anyone left to devour.

Victory tastes defined, fresh.

Copper staining his tongue, his teeth, his uniform - dripping from the corners of a wicked mouth as incisive canines latch onto unsuspecting invaders, penetrating flesh, tearing through muscles and tissue seamlessly as if it were his last meal.

To persist, to overthrow, to conquer.

And remember, it is not violence if they were vermin.

With the creaky door slamming wide open startling the poor wounded rabbit curled up in a lonely corner failing to seek comfort through darkness. An enemy you used to fear of, now a close friend that you’d hope would swallow your existence whole.

Gorou stands alert at the doorway, light blinding you momentarily trying to adjust to the sudden exposure.

A delirious glint glows in his teal blue eyes, scanning around the room for his enticing prey. When he coos out a name, yours, that has unknowingly enchanted him with an audacious spell, your heart wails and you cry.

He’s home.

Arattaki Itto, and the “Abandoned” Cat.

─ It just happened.. On one random excursion. His faithful lackeys stumbling upon a lost kitty cat in the dense mountains when searching for scraps left by petty treasure hoarders, Shinobu to be exact, and Itto never lessening a possessive hold. If you happened to be someone else’s, then too bad for them. Finders keepers - you’re his prized cat now! He’ll declare himself as your kind owner from there on out ignoring any complaints following a suit. Don’t worry, his loyal goons reassure you that their boss will treat you far well than the average human. Better than that! What’s not to like when Itto is providing everything besides privacy…

And are pets really in need of that?

─ He isn’t aware of how delicate you truly are. You’re usually found writhing in his suffocating grasp, being carelessly swung around like a cheap rag-doll from a thrift market. He carries you everywhere if safe to do so for extra moral support and is very shameless on displaying affection, confirming everyone’s suspicion that you are much more than what he states. Sweet of the troublemaker of the town to take in a defenseless kitty. Perhaps enough for them to almost forgive the gang’s silly shenanigans, your cuteness can be weaponized against many if used correctly.

─ You’re even tinier compared to his build, difference apparent. Putting you two side-by-side is comical to the eyes. You look like you’d break easily, crumble at even the slightest nudge. Is that why you sought protection from someone of a larger physique? ... Laughable, if only they knew how durable you truly are. Itto would know. Your small body somehow taking all of him, that visible tummy bulge, you being unable to produce a single thought, tongue lolling out, drooling. A face so fucked out, eyes rolled back - tearing away what little restraint he had from destroying you.

You’re like a favorite toy. Don’t worry, he won’t throw you away if you become wearied out, or broken.

16. Aftercare

“You need to be more mindful. You’ll break her at this rate.”

Someone mumbles under their breath.

The obscene sight hardly phases them, no. Frankly, this happens too often to be repulsed at this point. The Arataki Gang’s boisterous leader is known for inhumane stamina that comes with his unique traits, no human endurance could compare - and certainly not a petite kitty.

For that, a night with him holds no end.

Itto huffs, wiping the sweat and the enormous grin off his face. Even with some vigor left, he’d hold back. Someone is here. As much as there is pride in showing off fine results of his hard work, there’s no reason for anyone else to see you like this. Call it possessiveness.

“.. She can handle anything.” At the cost of your sobriety.

They clicked their tongue, hiding their disgust behind hardened eyes - in some way, keeping a calm composure, “Very well. Don’t come complaining later then.”

With a final pitiful look, one that feels like an eternity, they flee the room in immediate relief of the stifling room, door closing behind.

Itto’s gaze drifts down; heart melting.

He’s silently admiring his piece of art; a sick sense of satisfaction present in him. And you’re left disheveled, mascara mixed in with running tears and thick cum smeared all over your tiny body, ruined once again. Recovering, trying to find stability in between desperate wheezes for oxygen. But you’re still beautiful, he thinks.

A beautiful mess, and he’s the culprit.

Ayato Kamisato, and the Caged Puppy.

─ When his precious, darling little sister brought up the idea of tending to a pet, he thought that to be a wonderful idea! Sometimes the estate can be a little too quiet for their refined taste. A tamed animal would be able to brighten the dreary surroundings, filling the still air with contagious liveliness. Not that the siblings had to worry about any emergency absences, Thoma can handle another job on top of his other duties. The house trusts their keeper that much, even considering him to be a part of what is left of their family. No one is surprised when their young master returns home smiling with a collared ‘puppy’ trailing behind him helplessly.

They found one.

─ When they say puppy, they mean it. Even if Ayato is hardly present in the morning, he makes it up all in the afternoon and/or night. Bringing home thoughtful gifts fitting for a dog: treats meant for tamed animals, frisbees to play fetch with, and the occasional… toy. You’d only indulge in them out of boredom much to his sick amusement. Not many things to do locked away in an comfortable enclosure, anyways. There’s two bowls meant for you in the kitchen, for water and for food. You don’t eat food prepared specifically for a dog - you’re forced to eat like one, on the hard floor. He loves watching you who wavers, before bending your head down to lap up some water obediently. Ah, who can forget the custom-ordered lavish collar wrapped around your neck, ‘Kamisato’ imprinted in beautiful Kanji on it in case you’d run loose.

And yes, every time he arrives at home you will meet him at the doorway, starving for praise. You’ll do it all in order to appease him, if not for the sake of being allowed to move around without eagle-like supervision, not trapped behind iron bars.

─ Once the adorable puppy has accepted their place, then everything starts to get a little better. The cage no longer being a home, but rather a space to conduct punishment. You’ll have a personal little bed in the corner of his tidy room, maybe some small toys, Ayato preferred if his chambers were clean (considering he hardly remains there besides night, how can it possibly get dirty?). So why don’t you just give in? You might be able to sleep in his bed, with him, if you’re a really good girl.

Obedience comes rewards.

The bathroom, however, stays off-limits. You’ll do that business outside, naturally.

17. Perverse

If there is one thing he really likes, it’s to make others uncomfortable.

How they squirm scrutinized under his relaxed gaze, trying to adjust to whatever situation they’re thrown into abruptly (whether it’s orchestrated by him or not), Ayato likes them all the same. Noting mentally of what scares people, what makes them want to curl up in a fetal position, break. 

If conceivable, can be applied to upcoming enemies.

Those who try to play cool are forcing out strained smiles; those who can’t help but panic; a game he’d gladly participate in, with delight.

Tonight, his fascination leaves you defenseless. 

Arms behind your back, fastened by unkempt rope burning through fair skin; baby blue cloth secured around bright eyes, cutting off one of your senses; legs temporarily incapacitated, battered in vibrant, angry welts - courtesy of an eager whip.

All there is to do is anticipate, think of what Ayato has in store.

“S-Sca.. Scary.”

Your voice is hoarse, alien even to your own ears. Animals can’t speak, shouldn’t be able to anyways. His threat repeating itself continuously - slicing off your naughty tongue for good measure - and then you can’t actually say anything.

A golden rule has been broken…

... and he excuses it.

This doesn’t happen too often, your strict master forgiving mistakes.

But owners should be merciful sometimes, yeah?

Heizou Shikanoin, and the New Roommate.

─ It starts off with a tragic case. A couple going missing under no one’s radar, unfortunate that those were your loving parents. Finding out these sickening news when arriving back from a trip with close family friends, a group of intimidating men surrounding an empty run-down looking shack, your home - and a hospitable man bearing an attractive face. He greets the bewildered you coolly, like he was expecting your arrival any minute now. As for first impressions, Heizou makes quite the reputable one, making you feel somewhat at ease despite having been struck by desolation. No need to dwell any longer, the Tenryou Commission’s Detective has taken responsibility over this devastating incident. Heizou is, promising to bring a favorable conclusion... to the best of their abilities.

You cannot thank him enough.

─ With the distasteful section out of the way, the conversation falls into discussing the aftermath: if their child wants to remain in the house, for now. Thoughts of staying there, alone... feels haunting. Your troubled expression does not go amiss as Heizou proposes an idea: room with him.  No one else resides in that keepsake lodge near their headquarters, merely a bored adult in dire need of some company. In short, there’s reasonable space for a new roommate, and accepting means becoming someone else’s burden, someone’s liability - which is alright. Anyone a part of their community deserves assistance, especially in these trying times. Stay. Remain there until they have been found, alive or not. 

─ For this particular investigation, bizarrely, Heizou shares a few troubles. He’ll admit it during a hearty dinner, slightly sullying a light atmosphere - in good faith. You’re bummed, not disheartened. Everyone else had resigned themselves from an evidently impossible case, a sound decision for a lack of direction, suspects, and information leads to nowhere. If their boss has a hard time solving it himself then, what are the chances of them being able to give insight? To make up for this, he’ll make sure his guest (although it’s safe to say, an indefinite one) remains comfortable, providing superb hospitality. And yes, you do have freedom to leave the premise, whenever, wherever. Nothing physical will prevent you. But, isn’t that too dangerous? A culprit still runs loose, threatening a rather lovely city. Their next victim could very possibly be you. 

Hence, staying inside is in best interest. Heizou knows best, knows what your parents would like in their absence.

And he knows where they remain, not that he’ll ever disclose.

18. Winner

“A-Are you sure this… Do people really play this game?” Uncertainty is laced in your voice.

“Of course, do you remember how it goes?”

“ .. Stay quiet.”

“Yes, and if you make any noise,” hot breath fans over your sensitive slit, “I’ll have to punish you.” 

You’d bite your bottom lip in anticipation, a whimper away from losing a battle you’ve never had a chance in. The game hasn’t even started yet and you’re squirming. He’d have to pry your shaky legs to stay open, locking them in place.

You tremble even more. 

“It’ll be fun.” For him, he says, burying his eager tongue inside your sensitive cunt. Continuously overstimulating and edging you into tears without rupture, wanting to see you lose all reason and beg for something much, much larger.

Aether.

Simple, yet effective. One meticulously hand-crafted by a close friend, carved with initials, and special functions the wearer has yet to know. It is to be clarified that you are not a pet, but someone he simply owns. The rough material fits snug around your pretty little neck, flaunting a rather bold message to outsiders. Embarrassing and an inconvenience. You’ll be on your best behavior for a chance to breathe properly; not in the confines of a portable cage, not being paraded in public, not being treated any lower than an animal, and he is nice enough to grant such wish.

Inhale, exhale - breathe in the polar wind, feeling his warm hand caress your cheek, nuzzling further into his palm because that is what you’ve been conditioned to.

But for a moment as you’re teared away abruptly - Aether smiling, securing the black collar right around your neck.

Albedo.

Albedo doesn’t need a flimsy mark to tell the world that you are his. Depending on such tactic is a weak attempt at power. For all we know, people could always ignore the obvious message for a taste. Improper barbarians, coming for those already claimed. Perhaps they find the appeal in taken critters.

Nevertheless, your behavior has been shaped and molded continuously into someone who is scared of everything and anything but him. Took a lot of trial and errors and punishments, though the results are beyond grand. No one can interact without you shuffling over to his side before the stranger could dare approach, clinging onto his arm for protection. 

He’ll hum in response, taking note of your good behavior for today.

Bennett.

It starts out with a flimsy confession. Rubbing the back of his sweaty neck nervously, spilling out his overwhelming affection for you one early morning, catching you off guard, surprised - flattered. It was an understatement to say that the feeling was more than mutual, unable to hide the glee spilling from your lips as you throw arms around him to celebrate this occasion.

That is, until a searing pain courses throughout your left wrist.

You’ll thrash, struggle in his strong embrace and he does all but budge. Not until water pokes at your weary eyes, weak sobs following a suit - will he release his suffocating hold. Pressing a light kiss over the blistering, throbbing wound, Bennett murmuring lovingly for comfort as if he hasn’t burnt his flamboyant sigil into your skin.

Chongyun.

Anything winter-related is what makes you comfortable. Snowflakes slow dancing in the air, covering the ground in proof of their existence; a steaming cup of a hot cocoa ready to be served; snuggling deep into suffocating duvets, chasing after any feel of warmth the blanket provides - that is what you look forward to.

Everything, except ice.

His anger comes off as rampant waves, anyone can feel the unconcealed fury radiating off of him. Not wanting to peeve him further, naturally they’ll stray away from the path that has been caved. You on the other hand are not given much of a choice, he is your partner, after all, and he wants to see you right now. Chongyun storming, grabbing onto your wrists - squeezing it painstakingly tight, forcing a muffled whimper out of you.  

He’s breathing heavily and you’re hyperventilating.

Skin being stabbed continuously in freezing cold pins and needles, enduring the everlasting ache. 

Try and assure yourself that this is just an accident.

Tartaglia.

Scratches, gashes, stitches - there are all sorts of injuries covering you. People think of it as battle scars, complimenting your astute bravery in prevailing against it all on an unending journey, but they’re wrong. So wrong, it hurts to smile them off as if they were simply true. These marks are signs of ownership, possession, someone inflicted all of them because they saw you nothing more than an object of their twisted desires. Might they add loved, but an object nonetheless.

Tartaglia laughs as a passerby gawks at your wounds, fresh and old, giving yet another impressive comment on them. An arm slides around your waist as your trembling hand is harshly tugged in their direction, allowing them to get a crystal clear look at these lacerations.

“Ah, yes, they got all these pretty scars not too long ago. They’re quite a fighter… aren’t they?”

Diluc Ragnvindr.

Something stylish, proper, prim, like a personally tailored outfit very similar to his, topped off with a tight black choker and a charm identical to his fiery vision dangling freely around your hips. It’s not obvious, but surely those who stumble across you should know that you must have strong ties with the Ragnvindr blood, and no one wants to mess with such a stubborn flame. 

Especially when rumors come spreading around Mondstadt about the disappearance of a small group of individuals. They’ll glance wordlessly, savoring the beauty from afar.

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WHAT FALLING IN LOVE FEELS LIKE | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

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MEN

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MINE, YOU ARE | Part I | Part II | Part III

NEW BEGINNINGS | Part A | Part B

TOUCH IT, MY TAIL! | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

ALBEDO

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SIMMER DOWN, KITTY . there is no need to get impatient with him. you’ll receive everything you’d ever wanted tonight if you sit tight on your tail, and beg for him.

BENNETT

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Your face warms up in a furious crimson, nuzzling into the palm of his comforting hands affectionately. To be mentally snared by his soothing whispers and small, brief praises, had he accidentally gave you a rather entertaining potion to pair up with the cute nickname he’s associated you with the moment he has met you. There’s newly-found cat ears fit snug on the top of your head, gray tail curling up around his leg to pull him even closer. That, you are dubbed a legitimate kitten tonight, his kitten.

You’d been against this idea earlier... and here you were, cuddling up to him in his favor.

“Seems like a little kitten here loves being spoiled to the brim, how naughty.” A deep purr arose in your throat, body leaning towards the warmth of his touch unconsciously as he scratches behind your ears endearingly, feeling them twitch uncontrollably against his hand. His cooling fingertips trailed alongside your jaw steadily letting the shivers crawl down your spine, it was obvious that you’d craved for more than just icy touches. Soft mewls spill out faintly from your lips, glancing up at him desperately as you clawed at his pants in need of a special something.

Oh no, this isn’t what he’s trained you to do.

This will not do. Not at all... he mumbles to himself, but the impish glisten in those glazed, priceless orbs of his vows to tell a different story.

“... What makes you think you deserve more - spoiled brat.”

Albedo’s hand retracts back making you whine in frustration, ready to pounce. But he’s quicker. Grabbing your chin sternly earning a small yelp, his tongue darting across his lower lips, a slight grin etched onto his face - though it’s pretty hard to tell.

“Ah ah, why don’t you show me how much you want me first?”

Kaeya Alberich, and the Dependent Cat.

─ He’s always wanted a pretty pet. Better yet, one that can actually look after themselves when needed. Kaeya is a busy man, he can’t afford to stay with them all the time, so one independent brat will do wonders for this stale life. His schedule is usually packed to the brim, courtesy of being the right hand man of the acting grandmaster - surely you’ll come to understand the constant absence in his own home. This is to ensure your life is full of luxury, to keep himself busy, entertained. With that in mind, work will more than often be prioritized, leaving you deprived of his bittersweet affection. To come home after five days straight and be greeted by an unusually cuddly cat cuddling up to his leg is perhaps the best way to end a trip, getting the both of best worlds.

─ Everything you could ever want is at your disposal. Well, not without a tiny price. Nothing is free in this world, sooner or later you will know that. The catch is that you’ll have to indulge in his dark desires, let him have his way with you whenever he wants - nothing too out of the ordinary. Not finding out these dubious intentions until you are tied up all in baby blue silky ribbons one night, confused as to why you are in some strange dark basement when you recall dozing peacefully in the warmth of a fluffy bed. Not... whatever this is, catching a glimpse of Kaeya of what little light the fire aluminates from the melting candle.

Funny... you don’t seem to mind.

─ Compared to most, staying with him shouldn’t be as frustrating. Want to roam outside without supervision? Go ahead, he’s not even home most of the time to supervise. You’re practically a free woman, except, you’re not when depending on his income, his earnings in order to stay under a roof. You’ve no family that is alive, or close friends. Not that there was a chance to accumulate some. It was just you in this life, and now Kaeya. He was so generous to accept some stranger into his lovely abode. He was generous enough to regard you as family. Will you betray that spared kindness?

07. But A Taste

“Tell me what you want.”

He’s touching everywhere but there. Warm fingertips tracing the crooks and crannies of your body gently, shivering at his dubious touch. You are shamefully bare to a one-man audience and for some reason, that seemed all the more embarrassing. Not even safe in expensive undergarments as they are strewn about the floor - leaving you naked and vulnerable for the taking. Of course not just for anyone’s taking.

Only him, naturally.

“Y-You’re... s-so mean.” You hiccuped in what seems like apparent fear, showing him that precious, ruined face. One he’s tempted on capturing a picture of, and framing it for his office desk for motivational support on a hard day.

Foolish girl. 

Don’t you know you’re only pushing him to do more? He does all these horrible things for these types of reactions, you know. They’re addicting to elicit, hooked on the rush of power as a heated breath leaves his throat, delirious for more. 

“Ah, but... you don’t dislike it, do you?” Kaeya purrs rather madly, withdrawing his hands making you squirm. “You’re soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you properly... How cute.”

How pathetic.

Not that there’s any problem. You’re best like this, needy, honest for once. Sometimes you need to be put in your place.

“Be honest and speak. We both know what you truly want.” 

You glance at him, then everywhere else.

Confused - conflicted on this matter because it is not like you were asking for this...

“I am waiting,” he murmurs lowly. 

Yet he was not wrong.

You’re getting colder the longer this spiel went on, not sure if it was his vision’s doing or the absence of your clothes in this freezing dungeon. Whatever the case may be, you wanted some form of heat. Fast.

Defeated, eyes glued to the ground you’d beg,

"P-Please... touch my p-pussy... M-Master...”

Razor, and the Perfect Bunny.

─ Aren’t you the perfect match - a wolf and its terrified prey. Not an unusual duo, except this time he’s found a way to coexist with you without wanting to devour you from head-to-toe… yet. He’s aware of the way his family stares back at you in hunger, hiding in the shadows waiting for a slim chance to strike. No matter how many times they are informed that you are his, they still crave a small bite. That cannot be blamed but, they won’t ever get an opportunity to. Only Razor is allowed such divinity, always wanting to leave a mark on your exposed skin every chance he gets.

─ Your new home is a shallow cave hidden within Wolvendome, decorated with basic furniture crafted in pine wood. There’s not anything fancy besides maybe a bed and a scruffy couch. Be free to add somethings if it is not to your taste. He doesn’t care about the appearance as much as the function. It’s a home meant to provide shelter at best, guests shouldn’t be expected and catered to... Unless you are referring to the future kids you will bring. Then yes, renovating would be a nice idea when the time arrives. As of now, this place will do just fine.

Oh? You’ve never heard of this?

─ But of course, children are a must! The beauty of life shines brilliantly between universes. Mother nature blessing him and his partner with liters of kids to care for is simply a huge honor. You two might be fairly young for the responsibility of children, just coming into your early twenties. Nevertheless, that doesn’t stop him from trying to knock you up. Even if a tiny ounce of cum seeps out, he will just make sure to give you thrice of much to make up for the loss. Can’t be too careful now. And to his benefit, you’ve already probably blacked out by the tenth round. His stamina does not falter, not when there’s a hole waiting to be ravaged.

08. Instinct

His untrimmed nails claw deeply onto your round hips as he burrows himself further into your tight walls. Thrusting in without restraint, losing himself in this immense pleasure he’s all too familiar with. It’s like your cunt is sucking him in, refusing to lose the vice grip hold until the insides are painted white - full of him. Full of untamed love.

You must want this. You have to.

A sweaty hand is smacked square onto your blubbering mouth to keep erotic sounds from slipping loose, muffling all your moans, whines, cries for mercy so no one else can hear these melodies. They are all his to horde and indulge.

But if that part were true, then why has Razor decided to take you here out of all places?

This is a public area, public. Anyone can freely roam in this territory for it belongs to no one, anyone can stumble upon this passionate affair by chance and the thought terrifies you down to the core. You would never show your face to the world ever again if that transpired, and Razor would’ve liked that result. 

Although, it’s not like you can prevent this from happening.

You’ve collapsed. Unable to stay balanced and secure on your bruised, sore knees, doing your best to stay conscious during this brutal session on your arms. Razor is ignorant to a fault. He’s so focused on pleasuring himself, using your body as an outlet for sinful desires, a way to let out all the pent up stress society has caused him over the past years. 

“[Name]…” he grunts to himself.

The thought of your stomach swollen with his kids give him all the more reason to impregnate you.

Venti, and the Kitty - Achew!

─ What was it… The Kätzleins? They’ve been around for a while, doing their own thing in Mondstadt like anyone else. Who knew there was another member of the feline family, one who only comes out of hiding when the moon resurfaces for you are nocturnal, and a tad anxious around lots of people. You are typically seen at Cat’s Tail, serving moderate drinks that can’t compare to Diona’s specialties but they’re smooth enough to kick off the night. Your stature is that of a child; short, small, and a baby face to pull it together. Nobody would guess that you were twenty two, but nobody takes the time to listen either which leaves you pouting all the more - adding fuel to these misconceptions.

─ Hanging out at the usual tavern seemed dull this night. There was a craving for something different, interesting, and he figures Cat’s Tail will do alright despite the unpleasant name. Apparently, the cocktails there are beyond spectacular. Suspiciously so. If that part turns out to be true, then sneezing all day long would be worth some fine quality alcohol - the best of the best. Maybe there will be some new regulars to get to know. And all in all, there are actually no cats in there besides.. cat hybrids. You’re the only one on shift, tending to a few customers - pulling a few cool tricks here and there when mixing cocktails left and right. The atmosphere here is much more vibrant and lively than Angel’s Share, leaving a strong taste on his tongue. He will be coming here more often.

Furthermore, what intrigues him particularly is the lack of allergies.

─ His face isn’t swollen, his throat hardly itches, and his nose isn’t running. He doesn’t feel like dying and that’s the most important part that will dictate your entire future. You’re the only cat he isn’t reacting negatively to so far. How crazy is that! This is a phenomenon that needs to be thoroughly researched, he needs to get to the very bottom of this discrepancy because you might be the answer to removing the damned barrier between him and felines. Venti would appreciate the help if you complied. Funny enough, that goal would soon change as he gets to know you.

Your innocence is an appealing factor of yours, having the desire to tear you up.

09. Corruption

Tonight, you are at Angel’s share, the competition. A surprise for Diluc. The bard was as nice to invite you for a couple of drinks, his treat, as a small thanks for your service. For everything, really. Business was starting to get really busy from the sudden rise in customers and you figured drinking with a buddy for the first time should recharge the batteries that died out.

Sounds like a blast.

“Wh.. What are you d-doing?”

Everything was spinning. The room is, his face is and it’s making you giggle uncontrollably to yourself like a giddy schoolgirl.

He’s made sure to not get hammered which wasn’t too hard. Your physique made things a breeze, two, three glasses of dandelion wine already has your vision blurring into the warm background, losing focus on what topic crossed your mind in an instance. It is clear that someone needs to take care of you. Else you’d fall into the wrong pair of hands, and no one wants that. Of course, you can count on Venti. He’s escorting you up the stairs like a gentleman would do, hand hovering your own as he leads you to a dreary room with a bed and some dust collecting. 

It hasn’t been used in a while, but the owner was as nice to let the two of you occupy that space. For free. 

How can he complain when you are at his mercy?

“Your body is starting to feel really hot, kitty. I don’t think you’d want to sweat in your sleep, right?” Venti chirps happily, “I’m doing you a favor. Have some trust in your friend.”

His reasoning had some sense. That, or you’re just really messed up to truly understand.

You’d stretch out your arms in a similar fashion as your cousin, yawning as he’d pull off the clothes that confined your beauty without any hesitation, leaving the cute undergarments untouched, unpicked. Assisting you, who stumbled across the floorboards entirely, getting the pretty oblivious cat settled in the surprisingly comfortable mattress.

Seems like you’d knock out the moment your head touches the pillows.

Oh, a mistake. He cannot wait any longer.

“Goodnight, I’ll be sure to wake you up once the sun rises. I promise.”

He’ll murmur suavely as his fingers slip hastily into your panties. 

Xiao, and a Hopeless Dog.

─ You are still human; a mere mortal in puppy clothing, a pathetic little thing he’d vow to protect like you are his only redemption. The power between you two is beyond imbalanced, but you do not seem to care as you are lost in your own stupid world, chasing after crystal flies and skittering squirrels for temporary entertainment. To think that Xiao would come to favor someone now makes him snicker, especially one who’s head is always in the clouds - dreaming over such moronic things. Is it human desires, or your own? Both are meaningless to him and will not change his stance because there is some sort of fondness for you and that, you will remain at his side until death tear you apart.

─ Looking after you is now a duty he holds with riveting impatience. Too much energy is being exerted, unsurprisingly, and he’s forced to be a saint for once - which he isn’t executing quite well... What he can say however with confidence is that his patience is being strengthened on the long run. Slightly, but surely.

— Most of the time you are confined in a home. There really isn’t a need to worry over you... right? No one knows where that location is besides Zhongli, naturally. Xiao is just paranoid. And stingy. To Hell you would be near a region where civilization currently thrives, he’d take you somewhere far, far away. A stranded island, an undiscovered one to be more specific. Albeit, given his perpetual duties, that would be a major issue. Do him a favor, won’t you, and just be an obedient little pet. There’s already so many things he has to worry about. 

10. Salvation

You were just playing.

It’s in your nature; to beg for attention, to be annoying as humanly possible as a sign of trust, a token of abundant affection for the owner. You’d often show fondness by playfully tugging on his shirt, trying to get him to join you on your efforts in messing with some unassuming individuals for entertainment. But they’re always harmless! Cute even might we add. They always share a laugh or two for the sudden mood lifter, patting your soft ears as an appreciation. 

That never fails to make you happy.

Praise! Yay!

On the other hand, Xiao is far from amused. 

Let’s be honest, when was he ever?

That ruse, or whatever nonsense you want to call it isn’t funny. Pursing his lips in disdain, scoffing for you to hurry up and finish what you originally came here for and to not chitter chatter.

You are wasting his time.

If it was such a peeve, he could just let you wander into towns on your own if he hated crowds that much... No. That’s forbidden. Who knows what could happen? You could get seriously injured... or perish if he isn’t too careful. 

So why did you decided that wandering off, alone, was a good idea. 

You’re bright. Full of vigorous hope, love, plenty affection - things that are absent in his life.

He hopes it’ll still remain after he’s done with you.

With his claw-like fingers swiftly clasping around your frail neck in a blinding fury, tightening, further restricting the airflow to your brain, you start seeing things that aren’t supposed to be there.

Xiao seethes, 

“I am going to ruin you.”

Xingqiu, and the Willing Puppy.

─ Your dog-like features are only a plus. What really has him sold is your domestic nature. His household has taken you in as another member of the affluent family, and as a result, Xingqiu has directed all of his attention onto you out of boredom. You’re completely dependent; can’t seem to amuse yourself or let roam alone without causing havoc in the hallways, always in need of someone to entertain you, shower you in all types of suffocating affection. To say the least, he has start to see you as a plaything, a pet right below his feet - one he can mess with and not suffer the consequences.

You will take it, it is your duty.

─ He still has his nice moments, don’t get this situation entirely wrong. They’re just so sparse which makes it all the more cherishing. You’re supposed to be suspicious when he’s forgiving. Question his intentions at least, raise an eyebrow or two in doubt... but you don't. Your tail wags delightfully in oblivion reveling in the rare praise - hearts beating rampantly in your eyes. If it isn’t obvious by now, you’re just too trusting… What is there to dislike?

─ His favorite thing to do is manipulate situations that makes you highly uncomfortable. Think of it as a huge help to his studies. When composing a fictional novel, there is still a need for it to be somewhat accurate - which is why such trouble requires lots of time and research. You’ll do good as the actor of his play. You always listen. As for the book(s) that is currently in the works, it’s probably best if you don’t figure out what the content contains.

11. Pet

You’re more quiet than usual on a walk through Liyue Harbor. Not the hyperactive little sport checking out every stall seen, chasing after the flock of poor birds looking for peace, drooling over the overwhelming scent of lotus crisps that wafts through the air. It’s uncanny in a sense. He can’t get used to you treading silently behind him like a lost pup in desperate need for its mother. 

This is not entertaining. Not at all.

Has Xingqiu finally managed to crawl under your skin? Are you rebelling for the first time ever because you are sick of his games? What has you acting like this?

And it’s not until someone tugs at his sleeve, interrupting these frustrating thoughts. Glancing towards his right to see what could possibly be the problem this time, assuming it to be another bothersome stranger asking about his family.

“Xingqiu... need to, I...” your grip weakens along with your voice, squeezing your thighs tight in order to prolong the urge.

“Ah...” 

So that’s what it was.

Doesn’t take much thinking to understand, even a hilichurl could tell what’s going on. The fact that you’d turn to him instead of excusing yourself and finding one on your own is fascinating. You were given no instructions for this, no protocols, no rules. Yet here you are glancing up at him in discomfort. In need of some sort of relief, direction.

Lovely.

“...Restroom.”

You’ll nod desperately, satisfied the message came across without having to explain. Your master is smart, you love him so, so much!

Hm... 

For making him overthink, maybe he should try something a little dubious.

Bending down slightly till your ears are of reach, he whispers things that’ll surely make you want to cower.

“I wonder what all these other people would think if they see you carelessly wet the floor. Disgusted...? Flustered, even. Should we test this out?”

You’re whimpering at his words, shaking your head no, no, no - how can he say such vulgar stuff like that so openly?

This is all too easy. 

Well, his puppy is too easy to play with.

“Jesting, jesting, my dear. Let’s head to a secluded area, shall we? I’ve been messing with you too long.” 

Lips pursed, you’d sigh in relief - a smile making an appearance, skipping to the destination Xingqiu leads you to - completely obvious to what he has in mind.

He’s not expecting you to use a washroom like any other person.

You’re a dog, you must learn to adapt to doing your business outside.

Zhongli, and the Spoiled Cat.

─ Aren’t you just asking to be taken care of? Those glistening, starry eyes, so ever interested in things that are unknown, faulty. Attracted to situations that only calls for trouble, it is merely an instinct of yours, a cat’s instinct. That is why you are in need of someone to keep you grounded, someone to keep you away from such dangers, and Zhongli is the perfect guardian, the only one who is able to take care of you. He’s able to coax you into his welcoming arms effortlessly, promising to offer you the entirety of this world if you’ll surrender, and become his. The propose is tempting enough for even a stray kitty like you to concave. Having a home to come to, plenty food and clean clothing, there is no reason for you to not accept his overwhelming generosity.

─ But after a few weeks of getting situated into his estate, really, all you do is lounge around in the living room near the warm fire-place, sprawled up along the sand-bearer wooden planks stretching your petite form with a small yawn. Sometimes you’re curl up along his comforting lap in the study, drifting to a peaceful slumber as he reads you another story with his soothing, velvet voice. Declaring this as your personal Heaven is an understatement. Dreamland is a more fitting name, things that’ll realistically never come true if you hadn’t bumped into him on one of your nightly walks alone a stony path, waiting for someone to take you away.

─ Looks like you’ve warmed up to this comfortable lifestyle, cute. But don’t be too hasty, there are still a list of complicated rules to be followed now that you are under his care. His house, his supervision, his guidelines. That is why you’ll listen wordlessly without protests. You’ve no power to. One of your favorite things to do is to bask under the sunlight, curl up in soft grass, feel the authentic warmth from the Sun. You can’t do this without him present. It’s not that there isn’t trust, he just doesn’t trust everything else around you. You’ll understand, won’t you? Rules are present for a reason; your existence is proof enough.

12. Difference Apparent

“I can’t... can’t take anymore... t-too much for me...”

Salty tears squeezed out from the corner of your eyes with your cute whimpers. The sheer size of his cock slowly forcing its way into you has your carefully trimmed claws digging into your tiny palms. It’s so painful, brutal, a length like his shouldn’t possibly be able to stuff itself in your tight little cunt no matter how good it may feel for him. You weren’t made for this. Cat girls weren’t made to be bred by their owners because of their smaller stature, but it doesn’t stop those very few from trying.

He is confident.

You were made for him, and you will take all of him.

“... A couple more inches, you’re almost there.” 

Zhongli’s gentle reassuring does but a dent on your worries. He’s not even half way in yet, determined to hit the back of your womb at the very least. One more push and surely you’ll begin to break, body and mind, but the thought of being ravished by the person you cherish most is very tempting... Especially when some part of you wants to become his completely.

He is someone you care deeply for, after all.

.. That is, until reality hits.

Wait, no no no- you’re panicking, it’s scribbled all over your face, there’s no way he can fit all of that inside. That’s not gonna work-

Trying to wiggle yourself out of this predicament, off of him, and not being able to because you’ve came undone so many times on his experienced fingers - because you are hindered with intense pleasure from earlier.

He notices the little escape attempt.

“How disappointing,” he murmurs lowly, large hands grabbing onto the curve of your hips possessively, pushing himself impossibly deeper making you choke further on your own cries.

It’s so uncomfortable.

You’re huffing, digging your nails into your hand to try and distract yourself from the dull pain that pulsates as your frail body tries to accommodate the sudden stretch, clenching his cock even tighter - making him groan lowly.

“Good girl... See, I knew you could do it. You just have to trust me, dear.”

That’s all you have to do in life.

His hands, ever so gentle, dives down to pet your hair forcing an instinctive purr out of your swollen throat. Telling you how amazing you feel, how good you’re taking him - anything that’ll get you to stop tensing up and to relax.

But… that fullness in your stomach, like you’re being impaled on a spear feels so strange. The more you breathed in the more you can feel him through your guts, leaving you to hold your breath.

Aether, and the Support Puppy.

─ This new world that they’ve transported to is certainly interesting to say the least. Who knew there were all sorts of hybrids in Teyvat, unique and intriguing in their own ways, his golden hawk eyes lay upon someone: a little lonesome puppy. His team is in need of more members, and he decides you’ll do fine even without a vision. Unfortunate. For you that is, your role in this flourishing party is a mere placeholder, a meat shield, bait. With no experience in cooking, healing, or combat, you’ll sit on your fluffy tail patiently waiting for them to finish their business. It’s the least you can offer: to not be a bother. You don’t seem to mind however, oblivious to their silly shenanigans.

─ His teammates often wonder what was the point of bringing deadweight to the team. You don’t do anything but yap their ears off about some random subject they could care less about, smiling bitterly in response. What was Aether planning? Seriously. But he reckons quite fondly that would never be the case. You’re the life of the party, a breath of fresh air.. you’re his pretty pet! That expensive collar adorned around your neck is proof enough, costs him two glistening crowns and mountains of mora, further putting pressure on them for thinking about their teammate this way. How could they be so cruel? It’s not like you’re holding them back from their goal. They should not use petty excuses for their dislike towards you.

─ Being a proclaimed hero is exhausting, sucks the energy right out of him. Sometimes he just wants to let go of these burdensome tasks, enjoy a day or two without responsibilities, and spend time with you at his own pace. His sister can afford to wait a little longer. Aether knows the journey to reuniting with Lumine will take a while, if not a couple of dreadful months. Maybe she’d grow fond of you too when the chance arrives. They have the same taste in darlings, they’re twins after all. But as of now, you’ll be jubilant at his side like the good pet he’s conditioned you to be overtime. And no one will ever take you away from him.

01. Submission

“Who’s my pretty baby?”

His gloved fingers are clutched under your chin, prompting you to look at him as he coos a little too sweetly for someone’s taste. Enviously long blonde eyelashes fluttering in the night, a stark contrast from the everlasting dark surrounding Mondstadt. It’s just the two of you around a temporary campfire that crackles life, the rest finding solace in a small tavern nearby.

Aether seemed insistent that a humble tent would be a more fitting option for tonight. A sense of privacy and space from everyone, a time where star-crossed lovers can rewind and distress in each other’s loving embrace. Who were you to disagree? His youthful appearance is a faux. He knows a lot better than most, knowledge and age preceding hundreds of years, but they don’t want to believe that. They think he is simply a reckless teenager with no clear understanding for this world, indulging in ignorance. Although there are some instances that has them questioning these biased impressions.

After all, no being can be this skilled at everything.

“I.. I am,” you whisper, unsure. 

Is this the right answer?

You don’t want to accidentally say the wrong thing. You don’t want to disappoint him at all. You want love talk. You want praise, fake and all. 

You want him to feel vehemently proud of you, but for what exactly?

His teammates were right. What can you do, for him?

He smiles sweetly. A little too sweet as he bends down slightly to press a doting kiss onto the temple of your forehead earning a small whine. Adorable little thing you are, still aren’t confident even when being smothered in his slobbering affection from head-to-toe. That wasn’t his intention, the quite opposite of it,  actually. But since you’ve always been so obedient for him, then there is no issue. In fact, this part of you is endearing. So endearing that he has an overwhelming urge to bully you into tears.

“Open your mouth, puppy.” An eager finger prods against your lips despite him asking, no demanding, and you do. 

He takes advantage the moment your mouth opens ajar, stuffing it with two large fingers. Drool starts pooling, slipping uncontrollably down your lips. You can’t keep it from slobbering all over him and it makes you want to dig up a hole and die out of embarrassment.

You don’t, regrettably, enduring the shame as long as it pleases Aether.

The coarse leather of his glove rub against your pink tongue as he swirls his digits around it, feeling the warmth prickling through the material. You staring up at him with the most innocent, glistering eyes he’s ever discovered - never losing the spark.

“You’ve been such a good girl lately,” his free hand slowly trails down to the hems of your shorts, “I think.. it’s about time I reward you properly.”

Albedo, and the Curious Cat.

─ Your very existence is already curious enough. There is no doubt that you are still human, that part he can tell. But more observations calls when he realizes the similarities you have to a domesticated kitty cat. Your ears are not only an accessory, he notes: they cave in to the slightest touch of his warm hands, purring contently to yourself. And your lively tail: highly sensitive, even grazing it slightly makes you jump in fright. How interesting. How intriguing. He plans to conduct experiments with you for the rest of his life, not that you’d catch on or take the time to care. Not if every need and want is being provided for you.

─ You are painfully unaware of these guinea pig intentions, too busy enjoying the time of your life being lavished in affection because no one has ever showed you this much love. Spoiled you are. Refusing everyone’s kindness but his. The favoritism is apparent and he loves the bias that flows madly in your blood. It tells him that you love him without the telling. It shows him that you still care for him despite not admitting, this is all he could really ask from you which is not much. 

─ Another thing he adores is your blossoming curiosity. It can kill the cat, but there is no need to be frightened over everything. Isn’t that why Albedo is here? To help you on your endeavors in learning about our constantly changing world, to keep you grounded and loose at the same time - thinking you are free when you are not. An illusion if you will. This is for your sake because a cat cares about their sense of solitude and he’s not going to correct that thinking. You will find out soon enough who holds the real power. You can leave anytime you want. The doors are open. The opportunity is always there. No matter the  decision, you will find yourself at his front porch, ashamed and understandably abashed. 

The outside world is not meant for a lonely little cat.

02. Fascination

It was your mistake to ask an innocent question.

Hey Albedo, you say this out of nowhere, all curled up happily in his lap purring to yourself as he has his hands busied with a book containing theories, inquiries, and speculation, what is over-stimulation?

Your curiosity is sudden, but forever encouraged. Where could you have possibly heard of this, he ponders. Was it when he left you alone with that cavalry captain? Or was it that librarian.. Hanging around an indubitably bad influence is not something he’d wanted, but it happened. 

Whether the case may be, he’s happy to answer.

Although, why bother explaining when he can thoroughly show you, body and mind? People learn best through experience. After one or two loving sessions, you’ll be a veteran on this subject in later time. That is why you are currently strapped to a table with your legs spread wide open for easy access to everything, unable to cope with the all-too overbearing stimulation going on in your fluttering cunt - squirming, trying to break through these iron restraints because it is simply too much for you.

A dubious machine that he’s spent the time building for weeks on end is finally completed. A curious cat has bugged him enough, wondering what this weird invention’s purpose was. His reply was curt and cold, “You’ll see.”

And see you did.  

Now, it is propped right in front of the table, two foreign bodies invading the two of your most sensitive spots, the reason why you were an unraveled mess. Tears, snot, sweat streams fervently down your ruined face and onto your swollen lips, attempting to swallow down these moans.

“N-No - nyah ! No... no more, I’ll, I’ll die -”

Your toes curl up again, nearing your fifth orgasm as your body trembled sharply. Breathing heavily, wanting to catch a break but being unable to. The machinery is merciless - Albedo is, refusing to turn off or at least turn down the setting to a more appropriate speed.

He licks his lips.

Pen tucked in his meticulous fingers as he documents what is being displayed, palming the growing bulge through his shorts.

“The human body is durable. You can handle it a couple more times, I know you can.”

Bennett, and Bunny.

─ You are the first individual to willingly tag along his unfortunate-packed adventures, the second official member of the Bennett Adventure Guild! A sweet blessing brought down to earth, one who doesn’t see his bad luck as a bother, or at least not all of him. He might’ve mistaken you for an angel if it weren’t for the floppy ears and cotton ball tail, although that doesn’t count - you’re practically everything to him now. You’re more knowledgeable in cooking and medicine and he’s more versed in the scavenging and battling, doesn’t that make a wonderful team?

─ On the flip side, you are much more timid than he expected. He guesses it must be the nature of a rabbit, and that is no issue. In fact, that trait makes you even more precious to protect in his curious eyes. He swears it! You give him another meaning in life, another reason to fight back the cruel rumors surrounding him like a stubborn curse, which is unmistakably true. Someday, sometime, Bennett will find a cure to be rid of this stupid misfortune, settling down in a humble little village with you right after. What a dream. Still a bit faraway from now, but nowhere near impossible. He’s sure of it.

─ Evidently touchy. Uncomfortably so. Doesn’t help that you are already shy enough, cowering anytime he makes skin contact. Disappointing to say the least. Nevertheless, with time and a bit of exposure, eventually someone like you can get used to this treatment. A protective arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to showcase the passionate love between unyielding lovers; aggressive kisses that leave one breathless and desperate for air; everything affectionate. Bennett is all about showing appreciation through skinship, wanting to know more of both you and your body intimately.

03. Desire

“Um, B-Bennett..? Say.. Ah... do you need something?” 

His gaze darkens to an emerald gem that lost its shine, void of its innocence, hungry for another’s purity - and you’re the willing target. Face flushed, shutting your eyes tight feeling those gloved and surprisingly experienced fingers, tracing the silver necklace he’s gifted you around your petite neck. 

The bedazzle brings out a certain brightness in you, one that cannot be dampened. 

Your face heats up because not only was he touching you shamelessly, but his other sneaky hand cups the right cheek of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as if to let those behind you know that you are off-limits. Bennett knows travelers too well. They want you. They want to taint you, to corrupt you from the inside and out - like him. 

Why else would they bother staring at you in silence?

You’re flustered. 

He was always like this. Wanting to keep a hand or more on you, wanting to feel your smooth skin against him. If it were behind close doors - in the privacy of a secluded home, then this wouldn’t be so strange. In fact, you’ll be eager to.

But you’re not. 

You’re sharing a fancy dinner at a local tavern, in a public environment. People can clearly see and hear the heated exchange going; customers lightly chattering amongst each other, the fireplace flickering, and low moans. Does Bennett not care about being discreet, or does he want them to know what he does to you?

“Nothing... You’re just really, really pretty.”

He leans a lot closer, too much for comfort. A short gasp leaves your lips. You already know that look in his eyes. Teeth nipping the outer shell of your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

He wants you.

Chongyun, and the Lost Puppy.

─ Cute... beyond cute. That you are, born in the land of declared freedom and finding yourself stranded all the way down South in prosperous Liyue. How bad were you with directions to end up here out of all places? Not that he minds, you would’ve never met him otherwise. Presenting himself as a lonesome exorcist from the mountains, on a journey to find purpose, and peace wherever in Teyvat. You’re enlightened! Where you came from, not much spirits haunt the villages, or anywhere to tell the truth. It is not a wonder that this young man seems interesting, wanting to tag along on his so-called trip to self-discovery, curious to how the process works.

Well, if you insist. Come along now, he isn’t waiting forever.

─ Still, your energy is tiresome. Reminds him of the theatrics Hu Tao pulls off in her free time.. minus the mischief, and Chongyun knows you truly mean well despite everything that conspires. He loves you, but goodness, you make him want to tear his hair out constantly. Anger shouldn’t exist within him. It’s risky in plenty of ways. Maybe you’re just playing around (with a dangerous game) like any other playful puppy. Perhaps you need someone else who’s equally as exuberant to calm down. He keeps telling himself this in order to not snap, and here you are baiting him with those long eyelashes. 

─ Then again, you’re clueless on this issue. He’s never properly warned you about his... unique condition. He didn’t feel the need to, not if it never happens. Chongyun tried his best to avoid such situation once you came along. Taking extra caution in eating extra cold food, passing you onto a trusty friend, Xingqiu, in case he feels a sense of danger ahead. Everything seemed to be going well which should’ve been a major red flag. As they say, communication is the key to a long healthy, prosperous relationship.

04. Danger

"No... [Name], you need to leave - right now.” Breath labored, Chongyun uses the remaining energy coursing through his body to shake you off. 

“B-But.. But, I don’t want to!”

You yammer. Being told to stray after from who was essentially your owner hurts, causes your tail to lower in shame, ears drooping but you stand your ground despite his command. Determination pulsates in your veins, a trait he’d come to love as much as he openly hates. 

“Last...” 

His head hurts. 

“... Chance,” he’s sneering, trying to scare you away as a last attempt.

Please... Leave.

It’s a solid warning. For your sake, your safety - he fears what will happen if his vision fades into darkness. He is a force to be reckoned with for he cannot be controlled whenever positive cognition takes effect. There is no time to inform you; there is no time for you to stand there helplessly like an idiot - praying, as if it’ll get anywhere. Even if there are archons, it hardly matters. They won’t bother answering, not when this situation could’ve been avoided.

“I’m… No, I can’t! I’m not leaving you!”

Before it’s too- 

Everything is starting to get hazy.

Late.

.

.

His eyes flutter open, slowly but surely and you’ve never been so relieved for him to wake up. You were so, so scared. If he didn’t respond then you wouldn’t have known what to do. Find help, call desperately for a passerby, hope for the best. There’s only so much a pet can do, and that makes you realize what little contribution you were in his world.

“... Yun!” 

He’s quiet. Too quiet.

“Yun...?”

Something is off.

“[Name].. I’m so happy you’re here!”

That tone in his voice, that dark flicker in his eyes; this wasn’t him. Who is this, you’re intimidated by the sudden glee and change in personality, scrambling backwards with your hands, bottom and feet but you don’t make it that far, this is not Chongyun. Or at least the part you weren’t familiar with.

The ends of his mouth breach for a wicked grin, inching closer, no room for you to scamper away.

“Eh?” He tilts his head, “Why are you moving away?”

He is at fault,

but you’ll pay anyways.

Tartaglia, and the Lured Cat.

─ He’s stumbled upon you on his daily excursions, during work, chilling outside on the porch purring underneath the shade. Your pale grey ears catch his attention, and the harbringer can’t help asking if he can pet them. He’s off-duty! Why? Well the real question has to be why not. Hybrids aren’t too common in Snezhnaya. Some live among Liyue, coexisting with their human compatriots in peace. Although he hasn’t found the time to properly interact with one, you’re here now to make his day - and possibly his entire life if you keep being so adorable for him.

Is that even possible?

─ This obsession starts small. He comes to visit your home at least once a week, bringing you small trinkets he’s collected during work, and the occasional gigantic fish for your family to prepare - ‘taming’ you on the long run. They are quite fond of your new friend, always inviting him in for a bit of his time. The stories, the gifts, the company; they love him. So much, that when Tartaglia ask for your hand in marriage out of nowhere - your mother gleefully cheers while your father tuts, but cumbersomely accepts. You do not have a say. He doesn’t provide an opening, throwing all sorts of reassuring statements and claims that he will take really good care of you.

To them you are regarded as his soon-to-be wife. And to him, you will be treated as a domesticated animal.

─ Being greeted by his humongous home that towers you and an attentive staff was the last thing on your mind. You knew he had some sort of power, money, but this was just far too much. Laying down the ground rules, giving a light tour around the house, he doesn’t have too many. Only that you’ll remain here never to be seen in the sunlight, and to refer to him as master. Rubs his ego for the wrong ways. Although isn’t this a fair trade, you have everything and anything at the tip of your fingers for a small price of abandoning your pride.

He may love, cherish, spoil you, but do not forget. 

You are very much still a pet.

05. Heat

“I... I, master ! I need to cum. Please, please !” You are riding rampantly on his thigh, whining and moaning with each buckle of the hips trying to chase your high. There’s a burning sensation towards your lower region, a sensation you’re trying to get rid of so desperately, but no amount of grinding can dissolve this… this frustrating feeling. To be teased to the edge and not be granted the sweet release of pleasure is torturing.

You need more.

He smirks coquettishly at this pathetic performance. Who knew that a heat cycle affected you this much? Your family never mention this... not that he’s complaining. This just makes you all the more ravishing, seeing you so needy, so vulnerable for him makes his dick throb.

But no, there has to be some self-control. You must show him how badly you want him before he’ll lift a finger.

“My thigh is all yours, lovergirl.”

Tartaglia chimes, reveling in your dilemma.

“B-But, need more... your - nngh!” His leg suddenly bounces up, causing you to yelp, sharp nails digging into his shoulder.

“Cum on me first, and then I’ll take care of everything.”

Diluc Ragnvindr, and the Abandoned Rabbit.

─ You wouldn’t have been here if he hadn’t found you hidden away in the bushes: terrified, injured, and abandoned by the one who swore to protect you from everything. The first few weeks were a pain. You’d want nothing to do with him, or his staff, refusing to come out from under his bed until dawn. Peeking your head to see if anyone was near, slowly picking at the cold vegetables left in a bowl before crawling back under once the door creaks open. He’s forced to be patient. Rabbits must assume everyone is an enemy in order to survive in the wild woods, he does not take much offense as one would expect - to say that he is not peeved however is a little lie. 

─ For the next two weeks he lets you seek shelter in his master bedroom, leaving some food and giving a few words of encouragement that’ll hopefully make you comfortable here. “I’m not going to hurt you.” “Eat.” “Get some rest.” The staff wonder why their young master has bothered to take in some stray being. He leaves it up all to their imagination, the reason won’t change anything. How funny, growing fond of someone who’s hardly interacted with him, won’t allow him the chance to anyways. Loneliness, maybe. The mansion was a little too large for him, one more person would make a huge difference. 

─ You’re starting to get used to him and a few people. Quietly roaming the estate, insisting on doing some chores along with the maids even if it’s not needed. Diluc doesn’t particularly care, you’re free to do anything as long as you remain here in this mansion. Whatever makes you feel at home is fine. There’s a collar around your neck for good measures, can never be too safe - people have to know who they’re messing with if they cross paths with you. You’re a part of the Ragnvindr family, don’t think of yourself as any lower unless you force his hand.

06. Punishment

Pathetic whimpers fill up the entire basement. 

You weren’t trying to leave, not on purpose. Someone had trouble juggling a couple chores and you took some to help them. There were no intentions on leaving the premise altogether when you stepped outside; tend to the bountiful garden, chase off pesky slimes nearby, just some minor tasks that’ll benefit the workers.   

Never did you expect to be abruptly called to his office. Being reprimanded intensely, scolded for trying to help around the house, not being able to have a say in this one-sided argument - no break.

“Master Diluc... I’m... I’m truly sorry-“

“Shut it.”

You are now propped over his knee, bum and fuzzy ball of a tail exposed for the entire staff to see as they glance flustered at this startling display, and at each other blanketed in discomfort. When their boss asked if they could help him with something they figured it must’ve concerned the winery, business.

Not... this.

You’re used to these types of punishments. Standing in the corner swallowed in darkness, starved of food and affection, anything. You’ve managed to survive alone for a few days after being abandoned in the middle of the forest - this was nothing. The audience, however, is a new addition. So new, that you’ve already starting crying before anything could happen.

He’s not convinced.

“… Look at them.”

And you do, you’ve no choice anyways. His tightening grip on your hair says that much as he pulls on it even harder. Globs of tears run down your cheeks, wanting to save yourself further embarrassment by closing your eyes - but you don’t. It’ll just make Diluc all the more agitated.

They want to look away in respect for their young lady. They want to look away because this was an invasion of privacy but doing so would have them disrespecting Diluc and that’s the last thing they would ever do. He’s providing their income, the giant paychecks that feeds them and their impoverished families back home. What could a little bunny offer that’ll change their minds?

“Tell them.”

He’s unforgiving during these sessions.

“P-Please… wai-“

Smack.

Ruthless.

The sound reverberates through the air as a stinging pain pulsates through your bottom. Your scream is coarse and dry, has everyone flinching but him. 

“I’m…” You sniff, “I’m..”

Another slap. Another cry.

“I’m a bad girl!”

He knows this with absolute confidence, surely you must think the same. Else, you wouldn’t have accepted his direct, short confession that one fateful evening. With that being mentioned, there is no room for arguments regarding the near future. He just loves you so, so much ─ why wouldn’t he take every chance he has to breed the beautiful you?  

It’s just an instinct ingrained in him. It’s natural, a wolf’s hunger. The desire to claim, the desire to ravish his pretty little mate. Razor can’t calm down these strong feelings of his, not when your warm walls are wrapped impossibly tight around his dick, refusing to let go until your insides are filled to the brim, overflowing with cum. Even then, he’d still fuck more all the way up into your womb to ensure the possibility of pregnancy. 

Imagining you giving life to his children, liters of them, running around the forests of Wolvendome all happily.

It’s everything he could ever wanted.

You’re below him, trying to moan out for him to pull out because protection is apparently poison to him, trying to reason that you simply are not ready to settle down just yet, but none reach his ears. Your whines only drives him to venture for more, shifting your hips slightly to breach deeper spots ─ forcing short gasps out of your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head.