Amazing Venti And Xiao Smut ❤😌

I was on Pinterest when I seen these beautiful Valentine's letters from Genshin characters however I didn't see any from our electro/anemo boi so I decided to edit some for you! I couldn't help but to make these since it would be unfair he didn't get the love like the rest did! I'll be adding the other letters as well!

I made one for each of his stages of life, Kunikuzushi, Scaramouche and Wanderer! Hope you like them! 😊💜

@hitomisuzuya

I'm making an original story! Here's the first chapter!

𓁹The Lost One𓁹

Chapter one

░Cold░

It was a dark and foggy night as she ran, she ran faster and faster through the woods, she could hear the policemen chasing her.

She had done no wrong, her father however had much more to pay for the crimes he's committed against her, one of which is falsely claiming his own child of insanity and being sent away, she couldn't go back, not again.

SLASH

She tumbles some in a puddle before getting up and running again, the lights of their flashlights and dogs barking seem to get a bit distant but not enough for her to even rest for a moment, she couldn't fathom why she had to live this life, why of all people was the girl who done nothing but please everyone become a target of such abusive. She wouldn't know nor would such a damaged mind understand even if explained.

As she ran the sounds and lights soon got more distant, the forest around her seemed to change both in looks and atmosphere, erie and cold. She could've swore she seen yellow eyes staring at her if she had stopped to check but now's not the time.

Soon enough the sounds and lights stopped all together as she crumbled to her knees and hands, breathing heavily as he clutched her chest, she wore a hospital gown. She could hardly breathe as she had been running for so long barely taking the time to breathe.

She finally looked up, it was pitch dark, cold and wet in an unfamiliar place, however it's a better spot then where she had been, or the destination of her new twisted home to be if she hadnt ran.

Her hand found something warm but soft, she didn't want to look down at what was beneath her hand but felt it was there anyways, she brought her shaking fingers to touch her face, she wasn't sure but she felt tears fall down her cheeks.

She sniffed loudly, trying to regain her breath while trying not to cry anymore, trying her best to stop the shivering that began to spread throughout her body.

She sat quietly on the ground for awhile just listening to nature, the sound of her own heavy and ragged breaths were the only things she heard as she tried to calm herself down, her hand still touching her cheek and her hair falling over her shoulders.

She felt a drop fall on her, then another and another, God's, what a bad time for rain, yet she didn't seem bothered by it. She always loved to play in the rain as a small child before things went bad, before her mother died. She would welcome the feeling of the freezing rain as she managed through the aching pain of her legs to stand and continue on, this time at a much slower and calm pace, her hands dragging on each tree she passed.

She couldn't feel her feet or fingers anymore, surely by frost bite at this point.

She needed to find somewhere anywhere to sleep, a cave, and old broken shed or even an old hunters post would at least provide some kind of protection from the rain.

As she walked the more blurred her vision got and more shallow her breath became, she could tell she probably wouldn't have much longer, sure she would've survived in the asylum where she was originally going. But this place... This place had no shelter whatsoever, it was just death and pain.

Suddenly she heard footsteps coming towards her, she turned her head to see a pair of feet, monstrous type, they were far too large for a person or even someone like herself. Her blood ran cold.

She slowly stood up, using the few trees nearby to keep herself from hitting the ground. She didn't know whether the approaching creature would kill her or help her out, she just knew she would prefer if the latter didn't happen.

The stranger came close enough that she could make out a rather large wolf like body yet his head was a skull with Antlers, whatever this 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 was, it certainly didn't seem very welcoming to her.

Falling onto her back as her legs couldn't hold her up anymore, she tried to push herself backwards away, in some pathetic preys desperation to escape a predator much stronger then it.

She felt her mind go fuzzy, she hasn't slept, ate or even drank much in the past few days, all catching up with her as the last thing she sees is the creature leaning into her with his snout, as if to examine her. As her eyes closed all she could think of was of how cold it was how the wind stung her skin and the snow seeped into her clothes, making her colder than before. As she drifted into darkness she could imagine her mother comforting her but instead of the love and warmth she thought of, she saw her smiling and hugging her, telling her everything will be alright, as if her dying mother never existed.

And as she lost consciousness, she remembered the words her mother whispered into her ear, those words she'd never forget, and she thought that if her mother hadn't died when she did, she might've grown up happy, and healthy.

Writing Websites

1. a website with a list of superpowers and what they are

2. a website that generates random au ideas

3. a website that generates names, basic info and futures in a bunch of languages

4. a website that checks your grammar

5. website that lists types of execution in the states

6. a website with info on death certificates

7. a website with info on the four manners of death

8. a website with info on the black plague

9. website with information on depression

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11. website that lists famous quotes

12. website with different kinds of quotes

13. a website with info on food in every country

14. a website with a list of different colors

15. website with a list of medieval jobs

16. website with a list of fabrics

17. website with a list of flowers and pictures

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19. website with a list of poisonous plants

20. website with a list of poisonous and non-poisonous plants

21. website with a list of things not to feed your animals

22. website with a list of poisons that can be used to kill people

23. website with info on the international date line

24. website with a list of food allergies

25. website with a list of climates

26. website with info on allergic reactions

27. website with info on fahrenheit and celsius 

28. website with info on color blindness

29. website with a list of medical equipment

30. website with a list of bugs

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32. website with a list of eye colors

33. website (wikipedia sorry) with list of drinks

34. website with a list of religions

35. website with a list of different types of doctors and what they do

36. website (wikipedia again sorry) with a list of hair colors

37. website that generates fantasy names

38. website with a list of body language

39. website with a list of disabilities

40. website with an alphabetic list of disabilities

Happy Birthday Scaramouche!

Here's a quick smut I made with the help of my smut soul mate @hitomisuzuya

⚠WARNING⚠:Kidnapping, Obsessive, Stalking, Breeding, Yandere tendacies, collar usage, bondage.

It was a dark night, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as if hinting at the secrets it held. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was Scaramouche's birthday.

You had always known Scaramouche, your college acquaintance, to be a mysterious and brooding figure. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows, watching you from afar, an enigmatic presence that never failed to pique your curiosity. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his gaze lingered upon you, that stirred emotions deep within your core.

His melancholic demeanor, though unconventional, only made you feel more cherished. To be the recipient of such unwavering attention from a man who rarely smiled was a privilege you held dear. It was as if, in those rare moments when his lips curved upwards, the world stood still and the warmth of his smile illuminated your very being.

But tonight, as the clock struck midnight, a shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath as Scaramouche approached, shedding his layers of mystery along with his clothing. His presence was both alluring and intimidating, a potent combination that sent shivers down your spine.

You should've seen this coming really, the way he watches over you so often, you now find yourself tied and naked in his bed, dark purple ropes tired your body like a piece of art, your neck adorned a special collar, you could hear the jingle from Scaras outfit as he entered the room with a sly smirk, his electric eyes trained on your exposed and aroused form, despite all the red flags he was just so..addicting.

As his eyes locked onto your exposed and vulnerable form, a devious smirk graced his lips. The dark purple ropes that adorned your body accentuated the artistry of his control, a visual testament to the power he held over you. It was a sight that would have sent alarm bells ringing for anyone else, but for you, it only fueled the flames of desire.

Despite the occasional pain that accompanied your connection with Scaramouche, it was an addiction you couldn't resist. You craved the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, the way it made your heart race and your senses come alive. You were willing to dive headfirst into the depths of his darkness, knowing that it was within those shadows that you found your own twisted version of happiness.

And as Scaramouche hovered over you, his aroused form mirroring your own, the room filled with an electric tension. His words, dripping with both contempt and adoration, filled the air. This was his special birthday present, a gift that showcased your complete surrender to his desires.

In this precarious dance between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to make Scaramouche, the enigmatic figure who held your heart, blush.

"such a pathetic whore, all bare for me, such a sweet birthday present you gotten me" he purred as he hovered over you, his cock efrect and standing proud, leaking precum at the sight, he's been watching you for so long, fishing his cock at the sight, sometimes to your panties when he can steal them, and now on his birthday, a day he hated before, now become a bittersweet event with you around as his bittersweet love. His eyes never leaving your skin as he slid the tip of his tongue into your welcoming opening, he groaned softly at your wetness, he loved the taste of you on his tongue. This is something you shared, your passion and affection for each other, you two were inseparable, you two made each other stronger and happier than ever before. You squirmed and moaned feeling his tongue roughly lick and push into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly, his eyes trained to look at yours while he ate you out, wanting to see you squirm before him. You had such pretty eyes, and he loved your eyes, they suited you perfectly, he liked how they sparkled and twirled around your cheeks when you were excitedly giggling at him, he liked how your hair framed your face nicely, but his favorite feature were your lips, they were pouty and seductive, you entirely entranced him.

As the tendrils of pleasure coursed through your body, that tightly wound knot within you finally unraveled. It was an explosive release, crashing onto his tongue with a fervor that matched the intensity of his grip on your trembling thighs. His nails, like tiny daggers, dug into the plushness of your skin, leaving imprints of passion. With an insatiable hunger, he eagerly lapped up your essence, savoring every drop, before parting his lips from your nether region.

In that moment, his fiery gaze met yours, his tip teasingly pressing against your yearning entrance. The hunger in his eyes mirrored the desperation in your voice as you babbled, your words stumbling over one another. "Please!" you pleaded, your voice dripping with need. It was a command he could no longer resist. With an uncontrollable desire, he pulled your collar, urging you to sit upon his throbbing cock.

The impact was jarring, an electrifying collision of pleasure and pain. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips thrust upward, impaling you with a primal force. The symphony of moans echoed in the room as his thrusts became more frenzied, his hips bucking with an untamed rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening like tiny jewels, as his orgasm neared.

But he was not the type to leave you unsatisfied. With an iron grip on your hips, he angled his cock just so, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Each collision sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, demanding that you succumb to the pleasure. Mewling and writhing beneath him, you couldn't help but call out his name, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.

As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you once again, your slick gushed, drenching him in your ecstasy. His groans mixed with your cries, creating a harmony of release. His lips, like a magnet drawn to your skin, found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and eager bites. His cock twitched, throbbing with an intensity matched only by the depth of his desire, as his cum spilled inside you, marking you as his own.

Slowly, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and ragged. The room seemed to fill with a hushed stillness, broken only by the symphony of your panting. Exhaustion washed over you, leaving you feeling lightheaded, as your head found solace on his broad chest.

Whispering words of love, he caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "You always will be, my sweetheart. And I promise, you will never have to worry about anyone hurting you, because I am always here." His words, like a soothing melody, lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

As his breathing steadied, growing lighter, you found comfort in his embrace. Together, you drifted into the realm of dreams, finding solace in the arms of love.

☠️ w/ denki: he's so go lucky, but what makes him mad? 🤔

I can see him getting mad because you ate all of his chicken nuggets. He would come into your room, slam the bag down, and scream, "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CHICKEN NUGGIES?!"

Me and @hitomisuzuya brainstormed and made this Scaramouche x femreader x Xiao smut!

I thank Suzu for the amazing ideas! 🤌

Sorry for the late upload! 😭

⚠Warnings:⚠Aphrodisiac usage, Degrading, breeding kink, marking, bondage, a bit of blood mentioned, yandere themes, predator and prey behavior, possessiveness and over all absolutely filthy smut.

Sparks of Electro and whisps of Anemo Winds could be felt in the room, a powerful energy that most would consider suffocating to be near but you, it was beautifully intoxicating. This exciting night started off normally as you and your two lovers was in the Liyue harbor looking at the stalls, you often enjoyed buying gifts for your lovers, especially since they never gotten any before meeting you.

So you asked the two to grab you some clothing while you looked around, anything they would think you look good in, with a pout and a huff they left to find decent clothing leaving you to think on what to get them, after it's not much of a surprise gift if they watched you buy it.

You soon see a stand that held mysterious bottles with the prettiest shade of pink purple in them. Walking over you asked another them, learning they're called 'lover potions' or known as Aphrodisiacs. It would be a perfect surprise for them however hearing the steep price for them you sighed, thinking maybe flirting with the vendor maybe you could get a discount?

So you tried to flirt, making false compliments, swaying your hips a bit as you tried your luck, and it seemed to be working until you saw the color drain from his face. Confused you started to ask what's wrong only to feel Sparks of Electro shocking the small hairs on the back of your neck causing you to shift around. Your two lovers had returned with some bags which you assumed held the clothes you requested, their eyes darkened we they glared over again the lesser male who was eyeing you, now probably about to pass out from such an intense glare.

You felt Scaramouche's hand grab your arm tightly "lets just go home, this isn't worth my energy to even think about it" he hissed as he started to pull you away, Xiao glared down the male a little more before Scara had to grab him as well causing the Adeptus to flinch some but follow behind. The walk to your shared home was silent as the two kept a strong grip on you, any monsters that you might've encounter on the way home where blown to pieces fairly quick by them, not giving them much time for a fair fight, your lovers had no time for this.

Once arriving home Scaramouche had already planned how he would teach you a lesson as well as the Adeptus, though unknown to you and Xiao his idea of punishment also extended to Xiao and not just you. He noticed how you pocketed the small bottle of the aphrodisiac you where trying to pry from the man when he was too scared to break eye contact with them, how devious, using your lovers horrifying gaze as a backup plan to get something when your flirts didn't work.

He put his plan into action when cooking dinner for the three of you, he didn't often cook but he wanted to use that aphrodisiac you stole, swiping it from your pocket when you wasn't looking and added quite a bit to the food, of course he would consume some as well as to not add suspension, and well what's the party if he isn't feeling it too.

An hour after eating dinner together the three of you would start to feel the effects however none of you admitting it, Scaramouche asked the both of you to go to your shared room giving Xiao a knowing glance. You felt the effects of the aphrodisiac however you didn't think it was the one you stole as you couldn't find it when you got home, assuming it fell from your pocket on the way home. You face heating up some as you felt arousal starting to gather in your stomach, walking into your shared room you was immediately grabbed by the arm and harshly laid onto the lap of your Adeptus lover. One arm holding your still as his hand was quick to pull your pants off "I can't believe you tried to court another, are we not enough for you Y/N? Do we have to remind you who you belong to? " he hissed as you felt his hand come down harshly against your ass with a loud SMACK!

You whined and wiggled against his hold feeling your arousal grow fast, speaking of arousal you felt his poking your stomach as you laid on him. You squirmed as he did so hoping it would help ease his anger at you but his hand continued to make contact with your plump flesh

SMACK!

SMACK!

Only ever taking a small minute break to rub your now raw mounds before he continues his assault against your bottom.

It wouldn't be long before you felt his hand hault, his finger grazing your clothed folds, now soaked. "You're such a filthy mortal, taking such pleasure from my punishment." Xiao says before he finally stops, your body burning up from the pain of such abuse. His thumb starts to slide along your clit, making you writhe and whimper a bit as he used the other arm to keep you pinned in place. You feel your core tighten and ache, and to your surprise your savor from this would be Scaramouche who had Xiao let go, though unfortunately for Xiao and much to his surprise as soon as you moved from his lap Scaramouche was quick to push the Adeptus down tying his arms behind him and pushing him into his knees. Xiao golden eyes stared up at Scaras lilac ones confused at first before biting hip painfully before feeling the males foot press against his aching hard on.

"So pathetic, so easy to manipulate, oh how easy it was to slip that aphrodisiac into your food, so careless for an Adeptus" Scaramouche taunts the other before turning to you

"And you, flaunting your body as if you're some common whore, I thought I trained you better then that" he hissed as he grabbed you putting a collar onto you "Look at that, you look almost perfect with it, I think you'll be complete under me, begging for me" his lilac eyes dangerously glaring down, feeling his finger tips send small shocks into your hip as his other hand felt the end of the leash. You cried out and bucked beneath his touch wanting relief, he smirked and pulled away, pushing your shoulder down forcing you onto your knees as he pulled his already throbbing cock out, leaking with precum.

"Go ahead, show our sweet little Adeptus how much of a whore you are, how much of a slut you can be for my cock" he taunts as your felt a jolt of lust fill you from his words, taking him into your mouth as he forced you to look at Xiao as you sucked him off. Xiao watched with predatory eyes, as if you're his next pray, waiting for the right moment to pounce, his cock throbbing and causing his pants to tighten around him as he watched.

Scara groaned softly as he would occasionally pull on the leash to make you speed up a little bit as he would continue to thrust deeper into your throat, letting out moans and pleasurable noises. As you sucked, your tongue ran over his length causing him to jerk roughly.

"Touch yourself" he commanded, you complied, slowly removing your panties as you started to draw circles on your already puffy clit, moaning softly and desperately. Your scent becoming increasingly stronger for the Adeptus who struggled a bit against his restraints, growling lowly like an animal, the slits in his eyes narrowing some as he was growing impatient.

Seeing this, Scaramouche pulled from your throat and pushed you onto all fours, thrusting himself into harshly. He wasn't about to let the Adeptus get his turn yet, his free hand grabbing the others throat slightly sending small shocks as he did with you making the Adeptus growl in return but somewhat calming him down slightly, his head hangs lowly as he was breathing heavily, his golden eyes staring you down, his hair already sticking to his face as he pants.

Scaramouche thrusts where harsh as he groaned "You take me so well, your hole swallowing me up like the filthy whore you are" he growled some, you panting harder and faster as he kept driving in hard making you shake in pleasure "Don't you dare move" Scar said as he tightened his grip on your hip, nails digging into your soft flesh, zaps of electro become a bit stronger, your hole clamping down against his cock from the stimulation making his eyes widen some before shutting, as he began to choke out more curses. You felt yourself be pushed over the edge, cumming as your walls pulsing against his cock.

"Look at your precious little mate wiggling on my cock, cumming on my cock alone" he pulled the leash causing you to gasp and moan "S-Scara! "

"she calls my name, how pathetic she isn't calling room you though" His hand smacking your ass as he smirked "Maybe I'll breed her before you can" he laughs taunting the Adeptus, he started to speak once more but was cut off with a string of curses, his own orgasm quickly approaching, however he wouldn't reach it as the Adeptus growled lowly, biting his restraints with his sharp fangs, tearing the ropes before pushing the puppet off and claiming his spot above you, his throbbing cock already slammed into you. His larger body pressed against your back, you can feel his heavy pants, he glared down at Scaramouche who grumbled annoyed "so childish" he tsks.

The Adeptus didn't pay any mind to the comment as his thrust where harsh and animalistic, his sharp fangs digging into the nape of your neck as he marked you, his gloved hands holding your hips close as he ruts like an animal in heat, repeating the word "mine" over and over.

You feel his hot breath against your neck as his tongue lap up the blood that spilt from the wound, low growls and pants left his mouth as he held you down, pushing deeper into you, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

"You'll bare my offspring first, I found you first" He muttered as he was the first one you started this relationship with "You'll look so perfect swollen with my child, only mine" he growled as he thrust into you hard and hard, his member twitching with every stroke, his grip tightening until it hurt.

He kept whispering those words like a mantra to you until you were cumming again, your eyes rolling back as your body convulses and shudders violently, gripping onto him tightly as he comes inside of you, feeling his hot seed fill you. He kept himself inside to keep you plugged, growling at Scaramouche who tried to push him off but unfortunately he wasn't stronger then the Adeptus "Can't you just let me have my damn turn you fucking beast" he hissed as Xiao wasn't letting go, not until he knew your womb took to him.

It was going to be a long night with the two arguing and gripping your body harshly. By morning your body was covered from head to toe almost literally in their love bites and marks, their cum now scenting you. You laid between the two as they kept their possessive grip onto you even in their sleep.

God help you if you somehow took to Scaramouche first rather then Xiao, but that's later, now you rest.

🌸My special Cecilia🌸

A corrupted/yandere Venti/Barbatos x GN Reader. I will have separate parts for any seggy scenes for afab and amab.

This is part 1! Will be coming out will part ASAP!

⚠Warnings⚠: Yandere activities, violence, bloodplay, pet names(Cecilia/muse), hypnosis, suggestive (not quite NSFW)

Y/N was reborn as the Archon of Death and Decay, however they did not have a ceremony for this, they had died long before the destruction of Khaenri'ah and reborn. Due to the over all belief in the area they kept their power and abilities hidden all the while secretly learning how to use it.

The other Archons had no idea they existed and they preferred it that way, after all they just wanted to live as a human would.

Their abilities included a special vision of a black gooey liquid known as black blood, it was what's left of decaying bodies and can be manipulated into weapons and even into dead creatures, all creatures of course being half rotten corpses, however don't think they don't have strength, without the ability to feel pain or emotions these creatures can swiftly act better then living.

Y/N had noticed other Archons watching over Khaenri'ah and had a rising suspicion that unfortunately came true on the day of the attack, they couldn't keep their secret anymore and knew many would be disappointed but they couldn't let these gods destroy their home.

Morax attacked Y/N without care, not knowing anything only to he surprised by the strange and sudden vision power deflecting his own, the black good on his hands left over from the attack turned acidic, decaying his flesh at various fast rate,causing the god of Geo to hiss catching Barbatos attention. The two look down at what they thought was just another godless human to see a hidden Archon with a whole new vision, one that held quite the potential.

Y/N using their ability to summon the undead to fight with them, giving them yet another chance to redeem their city, their home.

The two Archons knew this battle would become more then they planned, they had to think, for a moment their strategies for this, with Morax thinking on ways to eliminate such an appointment without much knowledge to their existence or power, Barbatos' attention was more towards a playful yet surprisingly lusty look, a new Archon with no knowledge, a vulnerable new pawn, a new muse. He wanted the new Archon as his own pet, being faster then the rest he believes he can easily avoid the attacks and keep them for himself, why destroy such an inspiring Archon when they can be useful in other ways?

Barbatos was curious of the new Archon's powers and was eager to take his first taste.

Barbatos decided to play with this new Archon, they were interesting but too young to understand the true threat posed to them by their gods, this is perfect for him to use them to further his cause.

Flying towards them and able to quickly dodge and move past any attacks using his Anemo winds he was able to get right up and close to them before they could react. His face only inches away he swiftly pinned them down to the ground, at this point the undead fighters that was distracted by Morax dissolved back into a dark puddle without the god controlling them, now more focused on how this Archon got so close.

A downfall for Y/N is that they didn't study or care for the other Archons so they couldn't have known Barbatos or Moraxs abilities.

The Anemo Archon had a huge dark grin as he leaned close "My what a new cute muse I have for myself, do tell me what they call you and what that ability you have is~! " he didn't seem to care he was pretty much body against body and in range to be attacked, though he knows he has Y/N captured for now, captured in shock, curiosity and confusion. Another theory to the Bard is that maybe the blood also effects them, and that's why they haven't attacked, boldly stepping over lines and testing limits is what he lives for.

"Hmm?" He hummed, enjoying the lack of verbal response he continues to talk. "What are you called? Do you speak? " Y/N remained silent he smirked. "Don't worry little muse I'll make you talk soon enough" his blue and green like eyes shined in the dark chaos around them, he started to sing an unknown tune, Y/N didn't have time to react as they felt their body become tired, feeling limp and helpless to the other. As they started to fall unconscious they heard the Anemo Archon speak with his hand on their face "I can't wait to play with you , my muse."

As darkness overcame them, the last thing they heard was the laughing of the Archon before they faded out.

---x---

Y/N started to awake from their deep slumber, their eyes squinting before they even had a chance to open as the surrounding area was bright, they could barely open their eyes with out strain.

They found themselves in a large garden like area, laying on a bed of what looked to be a type of white flowers.. wait are these Cecilias? Does that mean they're in Mondstat? They rubbed their head as it ached, what.. what day is it.. wait the war!

They suddenly was flooded with the memories of their last conscious moments in Khaenri'ah, they quickly sat up only to groan in pain, their head throbbed, aching horribly.

"There's no need to rush getting up my little Cecilia, you need to take it slowly, after all you've been sleeping for.. hmm maybe 500 years? " the same taunting voice as from before, the Anemo Archon that took them down. Before they could try to turn towards the voice behind them they felt the Archons body pressed against their back, arms wrapped around them and resting his head on their shoulder. His hot breath sending shivers down their spine

"Don't you remember me? Don't say you already forgot the angel that sung you such a lovely lullaby, you slept so well, I almost thought you wouldn't wake up heh" the Archon chuckled "Where's my manners? Haven't even told you my name and I've known you for 500 years, how funny. I'm Barbatos, the Anemo Archon. Now will you grace me yours? I've been waiting so patiently" his delicate hands feeling up their body. Y/Ns mind raced, 500 years?? Where they asleep for that long? What about their beloved city..? They couldn't really process words, biting their lip to prevent tears from over flowing down their face.

The Archon's grip tightened slightly before relaxing and letting go of Y/N. Their heart clenched when he pulled away, his fingers gently caressing their lips. Y/N couldn't stop staring at the beautiful, deadly smile that stretched across his pale face as he stared at them. It was like looking into the sun, so intense, and so full of warmth and life, yet at the same time it was sinister, it was full of malice and hatred, Y/N felt a chill go through their spine, despite being completely alone. "Come little Cecilia, there are some things we must discuss." The Archons hand reaching out again. It's like they're captured by hypnosis, they couldn't pull their eyes from the Archon, however they had some resolve to keep their hands to themselves, refusing to go anywhere or to even touch him.

"There's so many things that you'll never understand

So come with me, we can change night into day

You'll hold my hand so you never go astray. The Archon said in a type of twisted poem, his voice was hypnotic, they could almost describe it feeling soft as silk yet sharp like a harps strings. His blue and green eyes stared at them edging them forward. Without much say, feeling the winds pushing them forward as they managed to stand somewhat, the Archon catching them before they could stumble. His eyes seemed to swallow them up, his arms holding them tightly against him.

He smiled showing his slightly sharp canines, his lips curling upwards exposing his twisted smile, he brought one hand to stroke their cheek, the other still holding their wrist as he stared deeply into their eyes, drinking it all up.

He was very close Y/N realized, they could smell his sweet floral scent as they stared deep into his eyes. His eyes seemingly asking a question, one asked many times before however they couldn't properly speak, as if the wind commanded it a soft whisper floats on its breeze " Y/N.." Their name slipped past their lips without realizing it.

"What a sweet name, now.. Y/N..you must realize by now it's been so long, you lost your battle back then, as a traitor most would want you killed.. " his hands dangerously graze their neck, giving it a teasing yet hard squeeze for a moment before letting go.

"However I feel you can be of use to me, so I kept you to myself, waiting. Now that you're awake, we can finally let the fun begin, though I can't have you trying to attack me or my friends can I? Oh what ever shall I do~? " he put a hand to his head dramatically before giving you a sinister smirk and giggling, as swift as the wind he pinned them down onto the soft Cecilia bed, his plush lips grazing their neck, his winds on either side of them pinning them pully still as if his body pressing against them wasn't enough. Shivering as they felt his warm tongue graze against their neck.

"I'll simply have to mark you, to put you under my spell, to seal away your power. Then you'll truly be all mine, no one else will be able to get near you, not even that overgrown lizard" he seemed to hiss the last part, was he talking of the Geo Archon you only briefly seen back then? How dare this Archon, they tried their hardest to resist the urge to hit him. To fight him until death did come, not wanting to let this evil god control their powers forever. But once again the wind was strong against their side, keeping them still in place.

"Your eyes give off a warriors fight, so strong, so.. delicious.. too bad you'll never fight again, now stay still my little Cecilia~" his honeyed words felt more like pins and needles as his teeth hurried themselves into Y/N neck, digging into them as of they're nothing but a sweet treat for him, his tongue lapping up the excess blood before they felt warm all over, their neck burned at the spot, their fighting spirit soon losing its grasp, it's ability to reach out. Letting out a soft groan from the pain yet strange pleasure spreading through them. This only fueling Barbatos as he giggled, their blood staining his lips and chin, licking his lips "You taste wonderfully my muse, as I expected." Dizziness seemed to take over, numbing lull and haze filled their mind. They had no fight anymore, the only thing that went through their mind seemed to be him, his voice, his face, his.. touch.

So gentle and soft, just like the petals brushing their skin softly, the only warning they had of the Archon grabbing them by the throat, lifting their feet in the air. "Now we should talk, don't you think? I have my own rules for traveling with me, unless you'll rather stay here, locked away in this garden all the time"

With that his hands released the choking grip he gave them, his voice threatened them yet seemed useless, they remained quiet.

"Still quiet? I'll be sure to change that later on, I'll love to hear all your little moans for me. But for now you'll listen close to me if you want to remain as beautiful as you are my muse, I'm only as forgiving as I am patient, it all runs out eventually~"

Me when I found @hitomisuzuya and we became the bestest of friends ✨😌 putting two minds alike together to come up with the most vile smut we can think of 🤭

My lovely made some head canons and ideas for our characters and I love them 🥰

Feel free to ignore this. Or enjoy 😌 I just wanna expand on @xxventiswindblumexx idea about their Archon of Death and Decay.

Fem! reader. Mention of Scara. Not really smutty but suggestive in one part. Full useless idea expansion appreciation and admiration information. It's a bunch of ignorable blah blah blah lol.

To say you were traumatized from head to toe was an understatement.

You were born with a Vision, your parents worshipping the God sword weapon, Muramasa.

You couldn't die

Dottore had taken advantage of your parents and the cult they belonged to tucked away deep in Inazuma. He said offer him a child that was born with a vision. It would be the only way to wake up Muramasa and give him a vessel.

He lied. He didn't expect his silly experiment to actually work.

Muramasa been stirring to life for years and years, waiting while you grew up, sensing the moment you were born.

For years and years you screamed in pain and bled and your body was pushed to it's absolute limits.

When Muramasa awakened, you told Dottore that one day, you would kill him and every single one of his clones. In fact, you promised. He said he couldn't wait. To please try anytime you like. That he would gladly rip Muramasa from your soul and force the sword back inside of you just to hear you scream and cry from pain.

You promptly headed to your village, slaughtered your parents and the entire cult and burnt the small village to the ground.

But not before the cult members tried to kill you. And take away your ability to ever have children.

You became a Fatui assassin. Turning down a Harbinger rank. It didn't interest you. For some reason.

You were dedicated and in love with Scaramouche. And he to you.

The Archon of Death and Decay was aware of you now.

She'd known Muramasa for decades.

He'd promised her that his precious vessel would be her loyal retainer. To treat her with care.

And in you burst in one day on orders to kill her.

She was stronger than you were, easily disarming you.

"Child, what are you doing here?"

You froze. She has such an imposing name. And she was beautiful. With a mother's face.

"You called me child? Ma'am, I can't die. Muramasa won't let me. I haven't been a child for many years." You replied, your resolve in completing your job fading.

Letting you sit up, she stroked your cheek with her thumb.

"So it's you," she murmured, hovering her hand over your stomach. She laughed, but out pity. "What a shame. You have been through a lot. And your lover really is..unique."

You clung to her the rest of the night.

Scaramouche was very threatened when you become the Archon's loyal retainer and advisor. "You aren't doing to steal her from me. She's mine, understood." He snarled one day.

She nodded. "Yes, yes, of course. But here, take these and give them to her as you like. She likes that."

Also gifted you a beautiful black horse.

Re-edited Johnny's picture! 😊 #ocart #myoc #originalcharacter #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/CdQpmvWgtl5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=