The Mashup

“Can I date Y/N, please?” [Genshin Impact - Diluc and Kaeya’s sibling edition]

Summary: In which your potential Genshin lover asks your Genshin sibling(s) if he can date you.

Characters: Diluc and Kaeya as your brothers, Aether, Albedo, Venti, Bonus: Tartaglia, gn!reader

Notes: There was a similar request a while ago but for the volleyball AU, I might do that or I might not but what are your thoughts on this brand new brainrot I have? I felt like I just needed a change of pace about what I write, needed something platonic-ish but also cute and funny??? idk. These days I feel like my genre is changing a little, or I just need a break from romance.

Warnings: crack elements, fluff, overprotective siblings, alcohol consumption, Diluc and Kaeya are civil towards each other, complicated deception in Tartaglia’s part, I only mixed and matched certain characters cause I thought those would be particularly interesting, some are longer than the others cause I enjoyed writing it more.

Your brothers: Diluc & Kaeya

Who wants to date you: Aether

“Relaaaaaaax, you’ve fought a giant dragon before, this is nothing!” Easy for Paimon to say, Aether thinks. Not for him, when he was going to ask Diluc and Kaeya for their blessings to date you. The Kaeya part, not too bad. The Diluc part…Aether didn’t know what to think. 

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♡ DON’T WANNA SAY GOODBYE - NANAMI KENTO

WARNINGS: angst, gn!reader, jjk anime spoilers (s2)

WORD COUNT: 473

the house is empty as you open the front door. all the lights are switched off and the quietness almost becomes too much. there isn’t a smell of dinner being cooked, the sounds of someone typing on a computer is not there.

your hands are shaking as you take off your shoes and begin to wander through the house to switch the lamps on. you walk past the living room where you and nanami would have movie night whenever he was off work. the two of you would lay on the couch with his arms wrapped around your waist and your hands on top of his. he wouldn’t allow you to leave his hold unless you had to go to the toilet. he cherished the moments he got with you, because it wasn’t often that he got home early from work.

but today, the television isn’t on, and nanami isn’t waiting for you on the couch so you can tell him about your day. he isn’t holding you close and brushing his fingers through your hair while you cry into his chest about how horrible today has been.

the bedroom is empty as well when you take a step inside. the room where you and nanami always went to sleep together, where you cuddled each and every night while he would press kisses to your forehead. if you weren’t able to fall asleep, he would stroke your back and make sure there wasn’t anything to make you uncomfortable.

but now, nanami isn’t here. he isn’t in the bedroom, not in the house, not at work. he’s in a forever sleep, an eternity of peace after all the fighting he’s done, after saving thousands of people. one last fight with mahito and now it’s all over, your life partner is no longer here.

tears stream down your face as you sit down on the bed and stare down at your hands that he would so often hold. he wouldn’t want you to be sad, but you cannot stop your heart from breaking. he would tell you not to be sad because he’s there, but this time he’s not there, he can only be there in your heart, but for now, that isn’t enough.

you will no longer see that pretty smile of his. you will no longer have to force yourself into the kitchen while he stands in the doorway because you always burn the food when you try to cook. you will no longer get to paint his nails and then have his friends texting you about how cute he looked at work the next day. you won’t get to talk to nanami ever again, you won’t ever get to touch his hands again, you can only believe that he’s in heaven, watching over you to make sure you will forever be okay.

CALM AFTER THE STORM

contents: nanami kento x gn!reader, jjk s2 spoilers (shibuya incident), hurt/comfort, reader is implied to have died years before the shibuya incident, cooking together as a love language, kissing, reunions, death

what is death if not a new beginning?

or, nanami makes his journey to the afterlife. it's not so bad.

it's strange, nanami thinks. he had forgotten what it meant to move without pain, and yet here he is, dancing without a care in the world. his joints don't crack, his knees don't ache. he could have sworn he had injured his eye, and yet, here he is, witnessing the ocean in its full, unfettered glory.

pantai cenang is beautiful. idyllic. not a curse in sight. nanami takes a moment to soak it all in. fine white sand. crystal blue water. coconut trees. there's a distinct lack of people— surprising, given how popular the beach is with tourists— but nanami knows better than to question such a blessing.

there's a little cottage in the distance, one that doesn't exist on any map. in his heart, nanami knows you're inside, humming as you wash the vegetables you'd picked from the garden. it's been too long since he's seen you, held you in his arms. months. years. his heart squeezes. ah, that familiar ache— yearning. he quickens his pace.

absence makes the heart grow fonder. in his mind's eye, you twirl in the sand with him, feet nimble. he spins, more graceful than he’s ever been. he soars. he falls. fighting is dancing in the same way that the waves batter against the shore— beauty and violence, art and destruction.

nanamin! a shout echoes across the water, and nanami lowers his arms, turning on instinct to the familiar voice. even in his retirement, it seems that he can still hear the voice of his loudest student.

ah, he's exhausted— this is what he gets for indulging in the sun. he can sense your frown already. you'd always fretted over him, all soft hands and gentle touches.

the scent of blood rises on the wind, but there is no fear. even sharks need to eat. such is the way life and death dance together.

nanamin! the voice shouts again, or maybe it’s an echo of the first call, bounding across the surf. his fatigue overwhelms him like falling in love— slow, then all at once.

he is so, so tired of fighting.

faster than he can comprehend, there’s a firm pressure against his stomach. a mosquito buzzes around his face. he swats it away idly. there’s something he’s forgetting. something important.

nanamin!

ah. that’s right. he doesn’t have to worry anymore.

“itadori,” he says, voice carrying over the waves. “you’ve got it from here.”

there’s a gut-wrenching snap in his core. it severs something vital, and yet… he’s never felt more alive. he is a hollow-boned creature, like the birds. finally, the weight of the world is no longer his to bear.

your presence calls to him, draws him in from across the beach, and he turns towards your siren’s song. his lips form the shape of your name. in the blink of an eye, his hand is on the doorknob to your cottage.

"i'm home."

you whip around so fast that nanami almost fears your neck will snap clean in two. “kento?”

“it’s me.”

there’s a split second where the world freezes. the light from the late early evening sun dances amongst dust motes. your lips part, and nanami trembles with the force of his want for you.

then, like the tide to the moon, like planets to a star, you crash together. you fly across the room into nanami’s waiting arms, two puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. when he kisses you, you taste like salt, like grief, like joy. it makes him want to kiss you more, kiss you harder, so he does.

you pull away, and nanami only just resists the urge to chase your lips.

"you're... so early. i didn't expect to see you here for a few more decades." you cup his face, fingers tracing over the familiar curves of his cheeks, his jaw. nanami turns his face into the affectionate touches.

"and leave you to eat dinner alone?" nanami leans in again, kissing the tears from your cheeks in a few quick, fluttering brushes of lips against skin. “i’m officially retired. where else would i want to be, if not with you?”

“you’re so romantic today.” there’s a choked quality to your voice.

oh, nanami thinks. it’s really been too long. “i’m romantic all the time for you.”

“i missed you.” apropos of nothing, the words tear from your chest, like you can’t hold them back anymore. your face crumples. heat pricks behind nanami’s eyes as you bury your face against his chest, frame trembling with the effort of holding back your tears. “i missed you so much.”

comfort has never been nanami’s forte, but with you, it’s as easy as breathing to hug you closer, to make soft, soothing sounds, to rub gentle circles over your back.

“i missed you, too,” he says, a confession. the world swims in his vision. he blinks rapidly. “more than you could ever know.”

he rocks you back and forth, back and forth, holding you as you shake apart in his arms. there’s no pressure to perform, no shareholders to impress, no curses to exorcise. only you, and your love, and your touch.

and he gets to have this forever.

nanami’s not sure how long you stay there, only that his skin still hungers for yours when you press a teary kiss to his cheek and maneuver out of his hold. you sniffle, wipe your eyes, and offer him a familiar apron with a watery smile. “here. you still remember how to cook, right, mr. salaryman sorcerer?”

“what are we making?” nanami takes the proffered apron. i’m the cook, it reads. he glances down at your apron, already knowing what it says. kiss the cook. the corner of his mouth twitches up.

“hainan chicken rice,” you say. “when in malaysia…”

“of course,” he says. “pass me the knife.”

it’s been a while since he’s handled a sharp blade. the handle sits in the palm of his hand— rough, worn smooth by years of use. a tool of the home. he finds that he likes the weight of it.

the rhythm of cooking is an intimate waltz. one, two, three. he crushes the garlic under the flat of his knife, then minces it. bits of garlic cling to his fingers, and he picks it off, shapes it into a pile. the papery peel is swept aside, to be returned to the earth.

the edge of his blade is used to peel ginger. short, quick strokes— not a motion wasted. when he’s done, the ginger’s aroma tickles his nose, as sharp as his knife. he slices it thinly and places it next to the garlic.

you heat oil in a pan as he works, humming a low melody. he hasn’t heard it in years, but it’s as warm and familiar as the bed you share. when the oil starts to sizzle, you add in his minced garlic, his sliced ginger. the scent spreads through the room, savory and safe.

you produce rice from a small rice cooker. it’s not ideal to use freshly cooked rice in fried rice dishes, but nanami has every confidence you’ll manage. while you stir in the chicken fat and bullion, he looks around for something else to set his blade to.

cucumbers, fresh from your garden outside. nanami taps one gently, a faint smile pulling at the edges of his lips at the hollow, satisfying thock. it’s quick work to peel them, revealing pale green flesh. it’s even quicker work to slice them. he loses himself in the task, in the comfort of your presence, and lets his muscle memory take over.

“are you using your technique on those poor cucumbers?” there’s a smile in your voice. nanami glances down at the cucumbers, and sure enough, they’re sliced in uneven fractions of 7/10.

the motions of violence are not so easily forgotten, but true peace lasts only in the memory of war. nanami gives you a small smile, presses a soft kiss to your temple, and resumes cutting his cucumbers— evenly, this time. even the sharpest of blades can be repurposed.

dinner is a quiet affair. two plates, two cups of tea, two settings at the table. conversation flows as easily as wine. your foot nudges against his calf— once, twice. he nudges back, delighting in the radiant smile that you can’t seem to hold back.

both of your plates sit empty upon the table. the last dregs of tea cool in your cups. cleaning up is quick, made quicker by long-established routine: he washes, you dry. on the last of the dishes, he leans into you— a silent request. you lean back— acquiescence.

he will never tire of touching you. instinct is a trembling little creature in his heart, and you are the soft hands that soothe him, letting him pull you flush against his chest. minutes drip into hours, and the sun begins its slow descent as he cradles you in his arms. somehow, you migrate to bed, and then everything is warmth and love and perfection.

these quiet delights, this tender intimacy— nanami revels in it, revels in this little life, this future you share.

“the sun is setting,” you murmur, a tender look in your eyes. you’re a vision painted in gold light, an angel in soft sheets. he could soak in you forever. “it’s almost time to go home.”

“is home as good as this?” he takes your hand, presses a kiss to the back of it.

“it’s better.” you slip out of bed, and he follows you outside. a gentle breeze ruffles his hair, brings him the scent of salt and the sea. the sun dips lower on the horizon, and yet, the light only brightens. it’s not harsh, but a gentle, beckoning warmth.

“are you ready, kento?”

“you’ll be with me?” it wouldn’t be a home without you.

“i will. i promise.” you take his hand, lean in, press a kiss to his cheek. tension drains from his shoulders like the low tide. a home with you is more than he could have ever dreamed of. “let’s go home.”

together, you walk into the light. neither of you look back.

tags: @angelshub @enchantedforest-network

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐄!

➙ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: you are their favorite fictional character ♡

➙ 𝐟𝐭: gojo, geto, nanami, & toji x fem!reader ♡

➙ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 18+ ONLY || smut content ♡

GOJO has reread his favorite novel repeatedly, and the inked words are certainly seared into his mind. His students often made fun of him for reading the same book over and over.

He can’t help it. After all, he was practically in love with you.

When his book wasn’t enough for him, he’d turn to the internet, and read the most delicious smut about eating your pussy for hours upon hours. He loved to imagine himself licking your clit, and his long fingers would stroke his cock as he daydreamed. He’d moan and whine softly as he came, silently praying to any god that someday, you’d become a real person.

—

GETO is absolutely obsessed with you. He purchased every single merchandise item of you that he came across, and he spends his time defending your villainous actions to anyone who says anything negative about your character development.

He’s the leader of an online fan club dedicated to you, and will not stand for anyone who claims that they’re your number one fan. Geto doesn’t read smut, though. He doesn’t like the idea of other people thirsting after you and writing about you.

Instead, he closes his eyes and creates his own scenarios before bed, ranging from you both promising to be together forever in a wedding ceremony to him slamming into your ass from behind, fucking you roughly enough to damage his bed, his large hand wrapped around your neck.

—

NANAMI considers himself to be a normal fan of yours.

He doesn’t engage heavily in any online communities dedicated to you, but he’ll happily talk about how great of a hero you are if he’s chatting with someone about fictional characters.

However, he’d be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t sometimes wish you were real. His favorite scenario to imagine is you on your knees for him, wrapping your pretty lips around his cock to help ease the overwhelming stress from his job.

He’d cum down your throat while moaning and gripping your head, bucking into your mouth until you’ve swallowed every last drop.

—

TOJI simply found you attractive. He didn’t care too much about any other details or aspects concerning your media.

Whenever he found himself having mediocre sex with someone, he did enjoy picturing you as the person he was fucking instead of his current, underwhelming partner.

Later on during the night, he’d fuck his fist and wish that it was your cunt instead. If he really wants to get himself to cum quickly, he’ll search up mature fanart of you and scroll until he’s shooting his load all over his lower stomach.

♡ 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

Was it worth it?

Imagine being an adepti along side him... and well... ehe~!

"Traveler... what are you doing here?" A raspy voiced called out, arms crossed over his chest as he stood behind the traveler.

"Xiao~!!" Paimon cheered waving her hands happily as the traveler nodded in greetings. "By any chance you've seen zhongli? We're looking for him as you can see."

"You shouldn't bother him this day. Leave." Xiao continued before disappearing upon his anemo vision.

"Hey!!!" Paimon yelled out in frustration stomping her feet on air "you can't just sah that and leave!!"

"Ugh whatever... let's just go and look for zhongli on jueyun karst."

Traveler deep in thought snapped out of it as paimon waved her hands in front of them.

Why was Xiao acting that way?

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Morax... Zhongli... Rex Lapis...

He... called himself multiple names, as his people hailed him Rex Lapis or Morax the God of Contracts. The two of you had fought wars together with the other adeptis, different Gods and Goddesses...

To each other you were of equal footing, until they came...

"Morax..." you bowed down behind him as he faced the sun, he muttered of your name. People had beliefs that each animal symbolizes personality, that was very much true.

As Morax stood as the dragon, you stood as the tiger, his polar opposite. "There is a war brewing for the seven thrones..."

"Do you plan to join, my Lord?" You asked, finally raising your head up and looking at him. "I... do not... I merely want to protect these people."

"Then I shall stand by you." You answered him confidently, "but time will come where we have to join the war, My Lord. We cannot stand by the sidelines forever... One way or another they will fprce themselves upon you."

Zhongli knew of this... that he had to get blood upon his hands and yours.

"Will you still stay by my side, Báihŭ?" You perked up at this, this... this wasn't your name...

"Bái... hŭ? But of course my Lord... I will stay by your side..." you answered him truthfully, "Báihŭ... the Tiger that could be the only one to stand worthy by the dragon's side..." He answered you.

"You are free to flee anytime you want as we are not bound by a contract, only by companionship." Morax finally turning around to face you, staring right into your eyes.

You merely nodded in answer "call out my name, my Lord if you ever need me again" you whispered as you disappeared out of his sight with your vision.

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"Zhongli!!" Paimon cheered out as her and the traveler finally found zhongli.

Zhongli didn't answer them however choosing to stay in his position in front of something they couldn't understand...

"Zhongli...?" Paimon questioned, as her and the traveler finally reached him. Zhongli placed his finger to his lips in signal for them to keep quiet.

The traveler now in front of the statue he could finally see that it was....

Another adepti... like Pervases....

It was a curled up tiger.... why... was...

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Why did it seem in pain...?

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The traveler went up amd pulled out a leftover inscence placing it by the other lit up ones as they sat beside zhongli whom sipped his tea quietly...

"This... is... (y/n)... báihŭ..." zhongli answered quietly.

"Are you alright...?" Traveler questionned him as paimon floated beside them...

Zhongli stared blankly at the question... was he... fine?

.

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Zhongli had found you back then you were but and experiment gone rogue... he found you destroying anything and everything you could find...

As a God he had to rid of you.

That was... until he saw the reasoning behind your destruction having followed you after you caused a wreckage and returned 'home'.

This home... however was no home... he could see now that the cause of your destructiveness was the constant torture that you received if you failed to meet the expectations of the one who claimed to be your master.

He took you in immediately after he had gotten rid of this master...

Taught you of how to control yourself... how to be better and brought out knew things for you to learn off.

He had named you.

.

.

The war had finally begun, the lord of geo, Morax had finally made his movement against other Gods as they slaughtered his people.

He didn't want to join this war, but if it meant to protect his people. So be it.

You fought by his side, and there came your contract with him. Companionship forgotten, a contract was born.

You swore an oath....

There will be Gods who destroy and there will be those who chooses peace. Know the difference and help those in need.

Báihŭ. The yin and the First yaksha. Adeptus Báihŭ. The only one worthy enough to stand ground with the dragon.

Thus... people hailed you.

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"Báihŭ... fought along side me in the war for one of the seven seats. Where we met others as we fought for our people and our beliefs. As the God of Contracts, I had my contract for my people, Báihŭ was one of the many who didn't want a contract but to accompany me. It was until that wretched war came that... that contract was made."

"Many came to win and live up to this day, but... many also lost..."

.

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"Guizhong!!!"

There all of them stood as they saw the God of Dust met their end. This wretched war lasted longer than it should... it has costed the life of a friend. Zhongli stared at their friend whom turned into stone.

Zhongli could not handle it... with the loss of many lives as he lived a long life. It hurted him deeply to know he truly would be the only one left.

You tried to comfort him... stayed beside him as he mourned the loss. Made sure that even he had time to take care of himself and not just worry about the war.

With the God of Contracts in mourn you fought his war. Slaughtered other Gods for what they have done and the wrongings they're doing. Unknowingly... your people's views changed of you. As they saw you morph into a thing they feared as other people lost their Gods due to your slaughtering.

This was your contract.

.

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Zhongli let out a deep breath as he tried to keep it all in... it was his weapon that pierced through and ended you...

Paimon and the Traveler looked at each other worriedly as the traveler reached out and patted Zhongli's shoulder before standinh up and deciding to leave the God alone to mourn....

.

.

The words and lies spread fast through each people.

An adeptus that could kill Gods.

The news spread far and wide causing terror to multiple people... even your own switched and looked at you in fear.

Each people blamed you for their God's death.

The God of Dust's people blamed you for their God's death. Zhongli having heard of the rumour for your actions, thought that this was true.

.

Where were you when they mourned for guizhong's death?

.

You were there when guizhong died... but disappeared as they witnessed guizhing to turn into dust.

.

Perhaps you did kill guizhong.

.

Zhongli having enough decided to look for you at jueyun karst. Seeing you there sitting peacefully and yet covered in blood of the God's you've slaughtered. Zongli could not contain it in himself any longer to confront and speak to you.

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You will suffer the wrath of the rock.

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Zhongli ran towards you and kicked you as he watched you hit a nearby rock and cry out in pain from his actions, giving you no time to react, he summoned his spear and pierced it through your chest.

Deep enough to cut you and not yet end you. You yelped in pain at this trying to push him off only for the spear to deepen even more and your hands to get slashed at the movement.

"You killed her!!! You killed guizhong!!!"

Hearing this your eyes widened looking up at Morax...

.

No

.

This wasn't Morax

.

Morax trusted you...

.

Not this one....

Where... did he even get the idea that you would kill guizhong? Guizhong was your friend as much as he was also her friend...

You whined in pain unable to speak and defend yourself...

Zhongli glared at your weak form, anger clouding his rational thoughts. You will suffer his wrath.

"I will give you a chance to explain yourself. Báihŭ."

Being an adeptus meant you could still heal yourself up and fight back...

Why weren't you fighting back?

You laid there deep in though as to wether you should tell the truth... but those people... your contract to protect them... even from yourself... even if it meant you...

"I... did..."

.

Zhongli gritted his teeth and growled as he pushed the spear through you, watchinv as it passed through your body in a single whoosh and your blood spilling his spear tainting the lands with yours.

You whined in pain as you accepted your faith... If it meant... that Morax... will be fine... so be it....

There you died in vain... your body morphing into stone... much like how every other adeptus would one day...

A tiger curled up... as cracks spread all over you from where Moraz himself gave you your punishment...

You weren't worthy to be seen

For you were a failure of an adeptus.

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"Traveler. Has the conqueror of demons fail to inform you to leave the god of contracts alone...?" A female voice spoke out, cloud retainer.

"He did! But we really needed to ask him a question... we were persistent...." paimon explained as she rubbed her nape in sheepishness.

"Hey cloud retainer..." the traveler started, to which she hummed in reply "whose the tiger adeptus....?"

"Báihŭ."

"That's it?" Paimon spoke out after the long silence. "Patience!!" Cloud retainer angrily answered spreading her wings. "Humans these days!!!"

.

.

Days passed since he took your life... since he killed you on that mountain and never returned... since the war had ended and he sat upon the throne

He learned of the truth.

It was another God that had killed Guizhong... and those people had blamed you for taking vengeance and following the contract...

He could only stand there in horror as he heard of the truth from other adeptus...

They had kept this truth from him.

There he immediately ran off and shifted into a dragon to get to you faster... to theountain where he placed his wrath upon you...

Where he left you to die....

He landed on the mluntain in a crash as he could barely contain the emotions that ran through him, he looked for your form only to see the over grown leaves.

He removed every overgrown leaves and vines digging for you. Whines escaped his muzzle as he bit of and teared what he could.

Finally getting rid of everything in his path...

There your stone form stood...

Shifting back into his human form he reached a hand out towards you... touching what used to be soft fur now hardened stone... he weeped.

His cries echoing in mourn throughout the land he owned...

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"It was not guizhong that held his heart. It was theirs, Báihŭ." Cloud retainer finished.

Paimon and the Traveler looking down sadly as their eyes drifted to the man who mourned over you to this day...

hiii idk if im doing this right but can i req for more reversed aus with kaeya and childe (preferably reversed streamer au bc i <3 them lolz)

Ooh ye alot of people have been requesting the reversed + streamer au and so far im having fun with writing it!

I wasnt sure if you wanted something specific but since i already did general hc, this ome is different

Sorry if it seems too short hehe

-ˋˏ✄— Constellation !

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Kaeya & Childe Getting Your Cons !

Characters: Kaeya Alberich, Tartaglia

Pronouns: they/them

.navigation. // .genshin impact masterlist.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Kaeya Alberich | Frostwind Swordsman

He was streaming "spending my life on building Y/n to perfection"

And he ascended you up to level 80 and got the free aquaint fate

Having nothing else to do, he used it on the standard banner

Also because chat kept telling him to do it

Oh look! A four star!

Please don't be the bell

Ok good, it's just Y/n—

HOLY SHIT IT'S Y/N

Kaeya was very estatic and chat could see it

He was shaking and crying

"CHAT!! I KNEW Y/N LOVED ME BACK SEE THEY CAME HOME!!"

He laughs at chat because this was his second Y/n constellation, pulling them on one of his first few wishes

"See, chat, soon they'll be built perfectly and no one's going to make fun of them again."

"...Actually, you know what, chat? I should spend Diluc's money to whale for Y/n."

It would be hard, but anything for a C6 Y/n

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Tartaglia | Childe

He was streaming "whaling for Y/n :D"

He spent alot of his money on whaling for you, so you better come home and he better get you seven times without losing a single 50/50 >:(

"Alright chat! Let's start!"

First 10 pull? A five star

"OMG OMG OMG please be Y/n seven times please—"

...

"HAHA hey guys since when was Y/n an electro sword user haha—"

Yeah he lost his 50/50

The next 5 star came sixty pulls later

"YEAAAH MY BABY IS HOME—"

Oh? What's this?

He got you twice on one 10 pull

"YOOOOOOOO"

He wished more, lost his 50/50 a bunch, but eventually managed to achieve C6 Y/n

And a C2 Keqing

"Haha see guys I'm just lucky I didn't whale Y/n just loves me—"

Now time to get your weapon to R5

By whaling

Obviously

—PATCHWRK !

don't hesitate

arataki itto x reader

synopsis ➳ when itto's lovely partner is determined to make him feel good, who is he to deny it?

warnings ➳ literally just porn, gn reader, rough blowjob, facefucking, itto letting his oni heritage come out for a stroll, switch itto (literally a switch), dirty talk, mdni!

wordcount ➳ 1.9k

[crossposted on ao3]

your eyes gazed up at him with a hint of curiosity and anticipation. you let your head tilt to the side where it hung over the edge of the bed, taunting smile turned upside down, silently urging itto to finally make his move, yet he hesitated.

it was no wonder, really. with his long, girthy cock standing proud and swollen just inches away from your face, the same cock you had never been able to swallow fully due to the sheer size of it. your oni had never seemed to care, content and more than capable of being pushed to satisfaction by simply having you suckle on the bulbous head, tracing the protruding veins and red markings with your tongue and using your deft hands to jerk off whatever flesh you couldn't cover with your mouth. tonight, though, you were determined.

itto had choked on his candy-flavored spit when you had told him earlier today, that tonight was the night you would finally deepthroat him. you had given him time to wrap his head around the promise of unadulterated pleasure, but here he was, looking like he was seconds away from pulling his pants back up.

"we don't have to do this if you don't want to, baby," you cooed, reassuringly, like you weren't absolutely slobbering at the thought of his massive dick pressing down on your tongue.

"w-what?? no, nononono, it's not that i don't want to, y'know? 'cause your mouth looks so tempting right now, baby... b-but, the question here is, do you want this? i really don't wanna hurt you and-and you going down on me as you usually do is more than good enough, like, heck, you're already so good with your-"

"itto," you cut him off before he could go further into his tangent, and saw his lips shut tightly into a thin line. he hummed, questioningly and high-pitched and oh, so nervous, you couldn't help your smile. "if you want it, then there's no need to hesitate anymore." you tried your best to meet his beautiful eyes despite your unfavorable position. "i want you to use my throat for your pleasure."

itto seemed encouraged by your words, if the twitch of his cock and the half step forward were anything to go by. he moved a very small distance towards you, but it was enough for your lips to finally come in contact with his leaking head. your tongue swirled and spread the bitter precum all over, while you mouthed eagerly around the glans in a way that already made your lips stretch thinly. the taste and warmth of his prick in your mouth sent your eyes rolling back, a pleased hum, muffled by the hot flesh, making his hips jerk and your oni groan. your hand flew to play with your own neglected arousal while you let yourself encase as much as you could of itto inside your wet mouth.

"o-okay, okay... i'm gonna push it in, s'that alright?" unable to answer him with your mouth full, you reached to brace your free hand on his thick thigh, tracing the crimson line there with a tender thumb. itto breathed out slowly, clinging to whatever thread of restraint he still held any power over. "if it starts hurting or being uncomfortable, uhh, slap my thigh or something, m'kay?"

that was the last warning before he finally started to move his hips forward, pressing as much of his cock as he could into your small mouth. one of his hands stayed posed on his hip while the other reached down to cup your chin, holding your head in place as he pushed and pulled gently, tentatively, aware of the resistance offered by the muscles at the beginning of your throat. he stilled, for a moment, and the only noises in the room were his heavy, grounding breaths and the shlick shlick shlick coming from your fingers working diligently between your legs.

“o-oh, archons above,” he whimpered, flinching when he felt your tongue play with whatever flesh it could reach. “your m-mouth is heavenly, as usual… but you wanted me to claim your throat, didn’t you?” the way his voice took on a gravelly quality went straight to your tummy, and you couldn’t help but moan eagerly. “my baby wanted me to break that gag reflex, right? in your own words,” itto cleared his throat before adjusting his voice to sound similar to yours, “oh, itto, my one and oni, i want you to fuck my throat like a fleshlight until it remembers the shape of your cock… well, you got me, baby!”

those definitely weren’t your exact words, but how could you dwell on his antics when he used that precise moment to slam himself forward, forcing the tight channel to make way for his dick until he had his pubic bone pressed completely against your lower face. your throat clenched around him with the urge to swallow down the sudden intrusion, and the discomfort was definitely there, but-

“h-holy shit, b-babe… fuuuh-ck.” the hand on your jaw slid down to your exposed neck, taut with tension and the hot shaft filling it to capacity. his clawed fingers wrapped themselves around it and pressed on the sides, avoiding your windpipe, but causing your throat to tighten even more around him. “s-so tight, so warm and w-wet, o-ooh!”

you felt his pubes tickle your chin with every tiny twitch of his hips, and his heavy balls press snuggly against your face while you cockwarmed your boyfriend with your inexperienced throat; it felt so dirty, so degrading in a way, letting him use your mouth and shape your throat to accommodate him, but you couldn’t deny the way it make you leak more where your own fingers pleasured you.

with the sudden groan coming from above, you could feel the air shift between your lover and yourself.

“perfect fucking throat…” he growled, pulling out slowly and allowing you a moment of reprieve to catch your breath before he found himself pushing forward once more; the tapered tips of his claws pressed slightly into the thin skin of your neck. “made just f’me to shape, f’me to fuck and ravage however the fuck i feel like-” itto accentuated his filthy words with thrust after thrust, holding just enough restraint not to seriously hurt you. “you were so desperate to have me claim you that you even asked me to degrade your throat to my own personal sex toy, weren’t you? hah?”

tears started to make your eyes sting, and you moaned hotly, as best as you could, against the thick cock forcing its way deeper, deeper, so much deeper than it had ever been, but you still didn’t slap his thigh in warning. you could take it, you could take whatever itto dished out.

“i can see my dick bulging against the flesh of your neck. oh, f-fuck, how i wish i had taken my time to litter your gorgeous skin with bites and… o-oh, you’d let me bite hard enough to draw blood, wouldn’t you? would let me mark you in yet another way so there’s not one doubt left in your whorish. little. brain. that i own you.”

your fingers, which had never stopped rubbing and teasing, started to stutter the closer you got to your climax, stroking and circling wetly. oh, so fucking wet, itto’s words only served to push you closer and closer, the slide of his cock in and out so delightful that there was no way you could fend it off any longer and-

“oh, fuck!” he cried out, feeling your throat clench and vibrate suddenly when you screamed, muffled, around him, and he paused to thoroughly enjoy your display. the sight of you making a mess with every orgasm-induced squirt, he was certain, would curse him with an unquenchable thirst on lonelier nights to come. “y-yeah, my good slut, coming so hard from having your throat fucked, ain’t that right? ohh, so good for me, so so good… but we aren’t done yet… nonono, far from done here, baby.”

if you could, you’d whine in absentminded protest, feeling the exhaustion and sleepiness creeping up on you after so intense an orgasm, but you’d be lying to yourself if you said that you weren’t looking forward to-

“i’m gonna fuck you some more,” he cooed, starting up a gentler rhythm, mindful of your tiredness. “don’t pass out on me, baby, gotta help me finish here… be good and suck me off a little, will ya?” it took most of your mental strength, and your jaw felt sore from the continuous stretch already, but you managed to deliver a few gentle sucks while itto prodded the tip of his dick against every corner of your mouth. “that’s it, gonna cum soon, m’kay? you’re so good for me, so dirty for me. gon’ make you choke a little on my fucking load… make you take it all. you wanna take it all, don’tcha?”

the hand still holding onto his thigh caressed the taut muscle there, clenched a little, and itto stopped preventively. the warning slap never came. with a snarling grin that was all teeth, itto pressed forward once more.

“hohoho, that’s a good baby… won’t take much longer, i promise. ‘m almost there, fuck, you’re so hot, make me so fucking horny for you all. the. time.” his balls slapped wetly, messily against your face, they felt tight with his impending release. “you’re the best, baby, always making me feel so good, i’m the luckiest oni around to have found a human as precious as you-uuh! fuck! i love you! i’m coming, gonna come, gonna come-!”

he came while only halfway inside your mouth, gliding his hips back and forth while you tried to milk him of all his seed, the sheer amount of it forcing you to gulp a couple of mouthfuls down lest the thick semen started to spill from your swollen lips. he never stopped babbling throughout the long duration of his climax, but the relentless “i love you’s” brought warmth to spread across your chest.

when he finally pulled out, you sealed your lips shut and pressed a chaste parting kiss to his tip, failing to miss his flustered gurgle.

“f-fuck, such a cutie, i swear… open up, show me.” and show him you did, turning your head sideways so his cum could cling to your stuck-out tongue easier, offering the lewd display of your mouth being utterly marked and claimed by him. “good, good. now swallow and c’mere, lemme kiss those lips.”

and far from being deterred by his own taste in your mouth, itto devoured your lips like a man starved, mumbling sweet nothings against your jaw and revering you with his rough hands like you were the most important thing in the world to him. itto might be a little hard to deal with sometimes, but with the way he was looking at you in that moment…

“are you feeling okay? aw, shoot, i hope i didn’t go so hard i messed up your voice. uhh, here, lemme go grab a washcloth and some water, ‘kay? you did so well, baby, you deserve to be pampered a lil bit, don’t you think? arataki itto is gonna make sure you’re in tip-top shape in absolutely no time!”

…there was nothing you’d ever want to change about him, you were certain.

modern!ellie headcannons.

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- her most used social media is letterboxd and she LOVES to argue with people in the comment section. will spend hours furrowing her brows in irritation and mumbling curses and repeatedly calling whomever she is sparring with an idiot until you take away her phone.

- her main instagram has like five pictures on her feed and three of them are of you. firm believer in leaving people on seen unless they're jesse (he's an exception at times) , dina, joel, or you. definitely has a spam account that she shitposts on.

- idk i feel like she has a pet bearded dragon. i feel like that's very ellie.

- spends hours on call of duty, probably fortnite too😞, def a rage-gamer. "that was total fucking bullshit! babe you saw me kill him, right?! ... right?" . spent an insane amount of money on a mic so she could insult the opposing team.

- listens to dad rock, probably indie rock too, but i think her guilty pleasure is jazz. don't ask me why.

- has a collection of guitars that she adds to yearly.

- uses the blue emoji pics as her primary way of texting anyone who isn't you.

- definitely has more than two boxes of her comics she collected as a kid. she likes to look over them at times.

- thinks rickrolling is peak comedy. will go to extreme lengths to do it. she'll find a lengthy tiktok she thinks you'd be interested in and she'll put the fucking video right before it gets to the good part.

- she had a bmx bike she saved her money up for as a teenager that she still has. she cleans it regularly.

- visits rage rooms every three months.

reverse streamer au! thoma x gn! reader hcs

pairing: thoma x gn! reader

genre: fluff; reverse streamer au (aka you're the genshin character in thoma's place); headcanons

cws: mild swearing but that should be it!

a/n: HAPPY THOMA DAY!!! #1 malewife <3 hope this isn't too weird,, it was fun to write!

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thoma's twitch user is "th0maz" and he had been streaming various games for a while before genshin was released

he got a little famous for streaming acnh among a lot of other games like omori, stardew valley and minecraft

his taste in games is very varied so when someone in chat brought up "genshin impact" he was immediately interested! he signed up for the pre-release and streamed it since day one

he was an amber main for the longest time - he loved her lore, playstyle, design - and well, everything about her!

he became a very devoted amber main and rolled her c6 (dw he has money) which attracted more people to his streams!

then... the inazuma archon quest dropped. he is very much a lore and quest enjoyer so he played it as soon as it dropped

that was when you appeared for the first time - welcoming the traveler into inazuma and bargaining w the locals

all the y/n fans in his chat were going crazy and thoma just kind of sat there and admired your design

"whoaaa what's this character's name again?! i need them!" as soon as 2.2 dropped and you were made playable, he pulled out his wallet, thanking mhy for making you a 4* as he whaled for your c6

he also r5'd your best in slot weapon - something he'd never even done for amber, which made his whole chat start chanting "SIMP!"

he blushed at that because- well- it was kind of true! he knew that if you were in real life he would totally be head over heels for you.

ofc, you became his new main even if it wasn't "meta" which in turn attracted even more people to his streams - so you made him famous!

he also has a shit ton of your merch, from pins to keychains to little plastic stands- and has commissioned prints and posters of you - everyone knows him as the #1 y/n main!

he may be a little bit tooo devoted to your character, but you carry him through the game and he really really loves you :D

mmm yummy SAGAU rambles

Childe who recognizes you at first sight. he’s one of the first people to hear about an “imposter” and is immediately up and armed to go hunt them down himself- how dare someone try to impersonate the Creator, his god, the one who gave him the courage to drag himself out of the Abyss and back into the light? no one yearned to find and eliminate the imposter as much as Childe, to tear that arrogant fool apart with his own hands and watch them die before his eyes- it was the only thing that would satisfy his fury. 

so he begins hunting, bow in hand and dull blue eyes blazing with anger and bloodlust. he’s allowed to, of course, as the only person who matches his rage is the Tsaritsa herself- in fact, she commands that the Fatui turn their efforts into finding and bringing this imposter to justice, and Childe- Tartaglia- is more than happy to comply as the Eleventh Harbinger.

but when he does find you, the so-called “imposter”, he instead finds a broken heap of a person, divine blood dripping from every injury as you cover your face and cower.

between sobs you beg for him not to hurt you, and Childe’s heart breaks as he hears the voice that so often hummed and laughed inside his head, the sign that the Creator was watching over him, now pleading, desperate to just be able to live.

he knows you love his Foul Legacy form- he’s heard you fawn over it during the weekly fights you bring him to- so within a second he’s transformed, the pain that usually lingers mysteriously gone as he kneels before you, delicately lifting your bruised hand to his forehead with a soft rumble. you’re shaking, breaths coming out as wheezes from fear, and Childe whines sadly.

so he promises that he will protect you- never again shall a Fatuus harm you in any way, instead they will guard your precious life as you heal, and Childe will be by your side. his Foul Legacy is unhindered by pain; now it feels whole, complete, you filling the missing link between him and the Abyss. he will be your guard, even if the rest of the world is against you, so he never has to hear that kind, wonderful voice of yours filled with fear ever again.