since y'all are tolerating my sex-doll!genshin bullshit,,, allow me to go on.
from what you've heard, Kaeya was a short-lived model from the Favious Line, barely promoted and quietly discontinued a few months after his initial release when his sly mannerisms and secretive nature proved unpopular with patrons of a collection widely known for its overly sweet, openly affectionate androids. most fans don't even know he exists, but you're a bit of a fanatic, so you do what you can to dig up retracted promotional material, listings from second-hand auctions, anything with a little more information on a model such a sentimental brand seems more than happy to forget. and of course, none of it does you any good, because of course, you only come face-to-face with your favorite local legend on a late walk down a dark alley, when you trip over the twisted leg of a Kaeya model some rich, wasteful asshole just left on the curb.
he's in a bad state - missing an eye, his clothes stained, his metallic endoskeleton visible in some places and completely exposed in others - but you don't care. it takes all night to get him back to your apartment, but it's a labor of love, and you couldn't be happier to finally bring him home.
you plan on repairing him before actually powering him up for the first time, but his wiring seems to be a little fried, and you find him wandering around your living room the morning after you bring him home, fully conscious and just a little less confused than he should be. it's for the best, in the long run - all models have a basic understanding of their own construction, and he's able to guide you through most of his more intensive repairs, even if the unflinching, unblinking expression he sports while you graft on new patches of faux-skin is a little unnerving. you can't replace his eye as easily, but he doesn't seem to mind the old eye-patch you found in the back of your closet, and he's genuinely grateful for what you've done so far, kissing your forehead and mumbling compliments and looking at you in a way that leaves your knees weak and your cheeks hot. that, or he's just doing it to get under your skin. he clearly likes having you at his mercy.
speaking off - his preferences might've gotten a little warped, too. you've done your research, tested out as many different models as you could possibly get your hands on, but you're not sure you've ever met another android as focused on his own pleasure as Kaeya, as happy to watch you choke on his cock as he hums and traces patterns into the back of your neck. he gives as much as he takes, sure, milks orgasms out of you with his tongue like a man starved, but sometimes, you can swear there's a special glint in his remaining eye when he has you on his lap, bouncing on his cock, or when you give him permission to use something aside from his body, to restrain you, to do anything that leaves you with just a little less control than he has. he never takes more than he gives, but still, you've never seen an android who's designed to take at all. besides Kaeya, of course.
you really do love him. he's good company, and he's great with guests, and you're so, so, so glad you brought him home. it's just, with the way he looks at you, with the tone he takes on as he coos praise every time you scrape up yet another lost piece of him - it seems like he might think you're the toy, sometimes, something that belongs to him, something he doesn't really have to listen to when it whines about overstimulation, or digs its nails into his back, or asks him not to wrap his hands around its neck so tightly, next time. he's made you say things, staved off your climax until you promised to never leave him, split you open on his fingers as you moan and babble about how he belongs to you and you belong to him and nothing's going to change that, but you're sure it's nothing, just a part of his backstory you haven't managed to uncover, yet. you're sure he's alright, even if you've been losing your phone, recently, even if your friends are starting to complain about how often your alarm doesn't seem to go off, or you can't find your car keys, or Kaeya pulls you away right before you're supposed to meet up with them.
you're sure he's alright, even if you don't really like the way he looks at you, anymore.
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TW: Dub/Con -> Non/Con, Oral Sex, Obsessive Behavior, Slight Intimidation, and Mentions of Blood.
The absolute worst thing about Kaveh, in Alhaitham’s objective opinion, was that he happened to be Kaveh.
Irrational, illogical, irritating. He wasn't only useless, but purposefully dysfunctional, content to remain a worthless drain on society, respondent only to his own frivolous desires. His aspirations were unachievable, his proposals falling closer to works of elaborate fiction than anything Alhaitham could be expected to seriously endorse, and worst of all, he was Kaveh. That, on its own, was an unforgivable fault, something Alhaitham only managed to look past out of the goodness of his own heart.
The second worst thing about Kaveh was that, despite all of his previously listed offenses, you still called him a lover.
It was a matter of principle, really. He couldn't scrape up enough mora to pay his half of their rent, let alone find his own place to live, and yet, he seemed to have no issue luring you into his arms and, on more nights than Alhaitham cared to acknowledge, his bed. It’d been months of the same routine – his days occupied by the Akademiya and his duties as the Scribe, and his nights kept sleepless, made into short eternities by the sound of muffled laughter and stifled moaning and skin crashing into skin. Sometimes, you'd leave before sunrise, but most mornings, he was forced to endure the sight of you, bleary-eyed and covered in bruises from the night before, dressed in one of Kaveh’s wrinkled shirts and little else. You’d blush and apologize for the inconvenience, and he’d play blind to the scratches clawed into his roommate’s back, but he knew you adored the attention. He knew that you knew what you were doing, even if you and Kaveh liked to play oblivious.
Like tonight, for example. One of you had forgotten to lock Kaveh’s door, and despite Alhaitham making no attempt to conceal his presence, you had yet to notice him from your place on the center of Kaveh’s bed. You were lying on your stomach, your arms crossed over a pillow and your face buried in your self-made shelter. Your bare back was visible, but your legs had been obscured by a pale sheet drawn half-heartedly over the lower half of your form, and from the steadiness of your breathing, the way you failed to move as he stepped over the threshold, Alhaitham could tell that you were either asleep or pretending to be. He didn’t particularly care which. If you were wary of him, you wouldn’t be so relaxed. If you truly wanted to keep him at arm’s length, you wouldn’t have let him in so easily
You stirred as he climbed onto Kaveh’s bed, but didn’t lift your head, didn’t seem to notice until he stopped at your side, his hands coming to rest on the curves of your sides. Even then, you only pushed yourself upward, arching into his touch as you let out a breathy sigh. “Kaveh?” You muttered, still only half-coherent. “For fuck’s sa— You’re insatiable. You know that, right?”
Alhaitham hummed, leaning into you. He could hear water crashing onto tile in the distance, and figured Kaveh must’ve been indulging one of his many, many great passions in life – which was, of course, running up Alhaitham’s bills. With this in mind, Alhaitham took his time, tracing over the length of your spine, pushing shallow circles into the soft flesh just underneath your shoulder blades and drinking in the low, breathy moan you let out, in response. You melted underneath him, burying your face deeper in your arms, allowing him to take you by the waist and led your hips upward, until you were on your knees rather than your stomach. You laughed as he pulled your legs apart, making room for his body to settle between them, but remained otherwise plaint. He could see why Kaveh liked you, for as much as Alhaitham hated that he did. Speaking from a completely rational perspective, of course.
You were wet, a mixture of slick and something he’d rather not put a name to dripping down the inside of your thighs, but still, he took pains to keep you comfortable. With his hands clasped over your ankles, he leaned forward, lapping over your entrance and groaning as your rocked softly against his tongue. Your taste was, admittedly, not completely unpleasant, and if nothing else, you were the cooperative type, bucking against his mouth as he fucked his tongue into your cunt in short thrusts, as he ground the bridge of his nose into your clit until you were fisting at the sheets you could reach, whining into your pillow unabashedly. When he pulled away, you took to whimpering instead, but managed to swallow any protests you might’ve had as he pressed a lingering kiss into the back of your thigh, as he shifted – straightening his back and edging his pants past his waist, taking up his cock and tracing the flushed tip over your slit.
He’d been hard since you and Kaveh started your nightly ritual. It was to be expected, a physiological tic no amount of logic or sensible thought could seem to suppress. He knew it was a self-indulgent kind of reasoning, but to Alhaitham, it almost seemed right that you would have to be the one to deal with the problem you caused. As many of the studies he’d made a career of transcribing ultimately found, the source could often serve as the solution, after all.
“Why did you put your clothes back on?” You asked, your voice only momentarily faltering as he bottomed out, his hips meeting your ass. He closed his eyes, letting out an airy sigh and allowing his head to lull back, savoring the way your pussy clenched around him. With little ceremony, he began to move – slowly, at first, but his self-restraint had already been irreparably damaged over the course of your relationship with his roommate, waned away by months of moaning and creaking bedframes and bedrooms that reeked of sex. Before he could bring himself to care, his pace had devolved into something uneven and unwavering, and he was bent over you, his fingertips buried in your waist and his chest pressed into your back. He had to grit his teeth just to keep himself silent, but stifled grunts still managed to slip through his pursed lips, a sound you seemed to distinctly dislike. “Y-you’re never this quiet.” For the first time, you attempted to squirm underneath him, a pitiful effort limited that much more by the weight of his body over yours. “Kaveh, you… you feel really—”
You cut yourself off, snapped your head to the side. Despite his efforts to remain neutral, to be objective, the terror in your expression went straight to his cock.
You tried to scream, but he was faster than you, stronger. His palm was over your mouth in a matter of seconds, muting any protests you might’ve had, and he growled into your ear, what was left of his control shattering and leaving pure, primal carnality in its place. He’d been rough before, but he couldn’t stop himself from forcing himself into you, now, from panting against your shoulder and, when you continued to try and thrash out of his hold, bringing his teeth to your neck and biting down, only stopping when he tasted blood. He didn’t linger, pulling away and pressing an open-mouthed kiss into the broken skin, but it seemed to do the trick. You were much more agreeable, after that.
“Don’t. I’m not afraid to make this hurt.” And yet, he felt the need to warn you, regardless. There was something alluring about the way you trembled, about how you still managed to tighten around his cock despite the tears slowly beginning to run down your cheeks, the way you cried out into his hand as he ground into you. He felt himself twitch, but it seemed secondary, now, more of a by-product than a desired result. He wanted to feel you shake underneath him. He wanted to feel you buck against him as his free hand dropped to your clit, pressing deep patterns into the sensitive bundle of nerves. He wanted to fuck you in his own bed, next time, or better yet, in his living room, or on a kitchen counter, somewhere Kaveh could watch. He wanted to—
He heard footsteps, then a sharp gasp. Absentmindedly, he glanced over his shoulder, noted Kaveh, soaking wet and completely nude. Alhaitham didn’t stop. Rather, he jerked you upward, into his chest, putting you on full display as you stiffened, coming undone around his cock with a cracked moan. His climax followed shortly after, and he welcomed it, stilling inside of you and filling you to the brim.
After taking a moment to breathe, to hold you against him, he glanced towards the doorway, towards Kaveh.
They locked eyes, and before he could think better of it, Alhaitham broke into a grin.
More rented boyfriend/girlfriend au? Please? My Yandere dose is becoming low 😔
i don't know if this counts, but for the sake of wlw thursday - Ei getting her very own rental. for business purposes only, of course.
she just doesn't have a lot of time on her hands. as a full-time CEO and a part-time shut-in, she needs to keep up appearances, to present the image of a woman who's confident and capable and doesn't spend eighteen hours a day locked inside of her office and the other six passed out on Yae's couch, because her penthouse is a block closer to the business district than Ei's. she doesn't get out often, and she doesn't really understand dating apps, so you're her only option - even if she's got too much pride to act like buying a little pretty thing to hand off of her arm during galas and social events wasn't her intention all along.
not that you mind working for her. she tips generously, and you've had clients ask you to do far worse things than sip champaign and make idle conversation with investors while she checks her watch for the hundredth time that hour. occasionally, you have to go a little further - private dinners with stakeholders, a last-minute shopping trip because if Ei had her way, she'd wear the same vaguely lilac suit every time she's forced to leave her apartment - but you're really more of a secretary than anything else, if a secretary occasionally had to kiss their boss' cheek, and not jump when you feel her hand on your thigh in the back of her luxury car, and spend the night in her bed because she's too blunt and too rich not to ask if a few hours of, uh, 'cuddling' violates your code of conduct. you're not allowed to have other clients, not if it means one of her peers might stumble onto a site you use to advertise your services, but she's more than willing to provide what she can, to pay your rent, or better yet: just move you into one of her many, many guest rooms. she's affectionate enough to make up for the fact that you won't be seeing anyone but her, for a little while. it's a good arrangement. you a good, professional relationship.
...it's not like someone as cold as Ei would ever want anything more from you, right?
no but imagine like a whole backrooms like scenario and it's like a whole ass horror game scene- but the entity that has been following you is lonely has actually been waiting for the moment you basically 'noclipped' there. There isn't an escape because they plan on keeping you there (unlike the many others who ended up appearing on their level)
i mean, they're just as trapped as you are. they might not be exactly the same as you (no, no, they've been here far too long for that), but they can't leave either, and when they find you, lost and confused and so obviously helpless, they can't help but get a little attached - like a child might if they find a stray puppy whining in an alleyway. they do their best to appear friendly, to smile, to speak softly, but it really isn't necessary, you're as desperate for help as they are for company. it doesn't take any time at all for you to ask if you can stay with them, if you two can try to survive this dim, dark, endless hellscape together. of course, they're more than happy to let you stick around. it's not like they have many other options here, anyway.
and you're so nice to them, too, so much more understanding than the last few people they've stumbled onto. you don't blame them, or insist that there has to be a way out, or ask any questions when they ask you to stay at the little encampment they've set up to take care of... things you shouldn't have to deal with, not so early on, not when you're still so full of life and love and warmth, more warmth than they've felt in a long, long time. you're so sweet. you don't even say anything when they start to relax, when they fail to keep the light in their eyes as bright as it should be or forget which color their hair was the day before, just because they have so much more to think about now that you're by their side. you've never tried to run, but you take their warnings so well, and they've never had to explain what they mean when they tell you that they just wouldn't know what to do if you ever left them to rot here, that they just wouldn't be human any longer if you ever tried to abandon them. you can go years without seeing another person here, and there's nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to look forward to. they wouldn't have anything, if you ever tried to run away. there wouldn't be anything, if they had to get rid of you too. they wouldn't survive. there wouldn't be anything of them left.
but, they don't have to worry about that, right? because you're not going to run. because nothing's going to happen to you.
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-🌿Updates on the moss rug! Exhausted and still have a ways to go but I’m getting there!! For context I’m making large individual Pom poms and tying them to a rug Matt!🌿-
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Whenever I start to fall down the doubt spiral of ADHD doom (“but what if I don’t have ADHD, what if I’m actually just a terrible person who doesn’t try hard enough and who somehow accidentally managed to manipulate a specialist into thinking I have ADHD?”) I like to take ADHD “tests” to remind myself that yeah, actually, my brain is 13 trash fires masquerading as 12 feral cats in a trench coat and that actually, my ADHD is both
a) pretty severe and
b) entirely unmedicated due to my physical health being the equivalent of a meteor strike masquerading as 13 trash fires.
Anyway, this one has a cool pie chart with colors which I found quite helpful compared to the usual number scales. But also, lmao, help...
Edit: link for anyone that wants it. (This is obviously not a complete or comprehensive diagnostic tool. I just thought the way it was laid out was cool and way more accessible compared to others I’ve seen in the past.)
