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celabi · 10 months

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just thinking about sitting in scummy scara’s lap, his hands firmly gripping onto the fat of your hips while you play his computer. he has his chin resting on your shoulder so he can watch the screen and everything you do. he’s cooing in your ear and telling you how good you’re doing, occasionally drumming his fingers along your skin. he’s so cute :( so sweet, that you reward him by ‘accidentally’ lifting your hips up and dropping them back down onto his crotch. he groans, and lets his head fall onto you, his lips pressing sloppy kisses along your neck. he’s withering in his chair, whimpering about how you’re such a little tease, but also begging for you to keep going— go further.

99% of the time when you sit on his lap and game, it’s always leads to your legs spread, feet on either side on the arm rests, and scara kneeling under the desk in front of you, hungrily slobbering all over your pussy :(

#scummy scara :(#🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader

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meguemii · 8 months

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⋆⑅˚₊ Haikyuu ┆彡

navigation station🚊

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

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atsumu miya🏐

you’re very pretty- drabble

rintaro suna🍃

tooru oikawa🍞

mood boards

pretty setters🪷

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celabi · 11 months

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Some soft scara for the soul 🫶

Clumsy !reader who’s always tripping over her own two feet. she keeps her eyes up and doesn’t bother to look at the ground below her. most of the time it costs her her footing, and she falls face first to the floor more times then she can count. It really gives Scaramouche a scare, every time he’s unable to grab you just before you hit the ground, he winces. though to make up for it, he is always quick to come to your care. dropping beside you and helping you stand back up. his hand reaching for the bandages in his pocket that he keeps spare just for this occasion.

He cleans the dirt from your knees, and like his mother did when he was a child, kisses the scraps on your palms to try and take away the pain. they’re always fresh wounds when he does it, and it’s stings when his lips make contact, but the worried look in his eyes every time he patches you up makes you refrain from commenting.

His voice is so soft too. something along the lines of “oh my sweet girl, where does it hurt?” while he’s tending to your injuries. telling you to watch where you’re walking so you don’t litter your pretty skin with scratches. It keeps him on his toes, and he hates it…but at the same time can’t help but like it. like how he gets to care for you whenever your trip over. being able to hold your hand and run his thumb over your knuckles in a silent effort to try and comfort you. he knows that it does nothing, but he still tries.

Clumsy !reader who does it again. her head in the clouds and too distracted by the world around her to notice the small crack in the pavement. and before you or Scara knew what was happening, your foot gets caught and you end up tumbling to the floor. The hard concrete showing little kindness to your sudden greeting, going far as to knock the wind from your lungs and leaving you short of breath. you whimper in pain, unable to balance your landing. the loose stones from the road dig into your flesh uncomfortably, only adding onto your misery.

Scara knew he should have kept you closer, a closer eye on his surroundings so maybe he could have prevented this. and though it’s really not the big deal he makes it out to be, he’s still upset. He quickly discards the bag he was holding somewhere behind him before dropping right beside you, one hand on your back while the other softly pulls you up by the arm. He’s cooing reassurances into your ear, soft murmurs of ‘you’re alright, my love’ and ‘it’s okay, don’t be upset.’ as he helps you up to your feet.

Your little fall had for some reason grabbed the attention of a few by passers, but they don’t stare for long because Scaramouche is quick to scare them off with a small, angry glare. and while it successfully does the job, it’s doesn’t stop the small tears of embarrassment flooding your eyes. to have people watch you make a fool of yourself, in public no less, is just so humiliating that you can’t help but cower into your boyfriends side to try and hide yourself. It’s not the time to be flustered, but he can’t help but swoon at your cuteness. he’s able to quickly snap out of it though, and leads you over towards a bench, sitting you down before taking place beside you.

Your palms are scraped, small drops of blood escaping from your open scratch. It makes you frown, these dark red stains on your brand new sweater will one hundred percent be a pain to wash out. Scaramouche watches as you eye your sleeve, and takes notice of your annoyance, placing his hand on your thigh and running smooth circles on your skin to try soothing you. “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one.” he whispers, and nudges closer towards you, where the warmth radiating from him body mends with your own. he’d like to be as close as possible, and if you say anything about his neediness, he already has a plan to blame the cold.

“There’s no need for that.” you shake your head, making no complaints when he takes ahold of your hand and brings it towards his chest, where a handkerchief he pulled out from his pocket starts to wipe at your wound. His eyes dart continuously from your palm to your face, where he watches you bite your lip in discomfort when he accidentally presses down a bit too hard. he curses himself, and lightens his touch as to not hurt you further, the last thing he ever wanted to do. Scaramouche apologises, a small ‘sorry, baby.’ he whispers to you, and pulls your hand up to his lips where he places small kisses along your wrist.

Anyways, just clumsy !reader always tripping over her feet, and scara who’s always there to pick her back up again.

#scummy scara :(#🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #x female reader

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celabi · 1 year

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what about scummy scara carrying reader on his shoulders and his head being squished by readers thighs fhjwndlskjfodkdn PLEASE THE HOLD THIS MAN HAS ON ME

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When your feet start to ache, and your will of walking by foot slowly decreases as time passes you by, Scaramouche is quick to discard his hat and drop his body to the ground. His knees, scraped and scarred red, thump harshly against the tattered concrete floor when he makes contact— and although he cringes at the pain that jolts through his ligaments for acting so careless, he pushes away his soreness and angles his head downward in an almost prayer looking position. “Please, allow me to carry you. It is no trouble at all.” He knows he sounds more ravenous then humble, but it’s a kind gesture nonetheless, so he hopes for you to just ignore the plain desperation that cracks through his tone and agree to his kind offer.

You do, and he watches in a new found excitement as you circle around his figure and stand behind him— your soft and gentle hands somehow magically making his previous tension soothe away when you place them on top his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I won’t be too heavy for you, will I?” You chuckle lowly, and out of your line of sight, he scrunches his eyebrows and narrows his eyes— a unamused scoff echos in his mind for someone even daring to put that pathetic thought in your cute little head. Need he remind you again just how perfect you are?

“Nonsense, for I can carry you to the ends of Teyvet without breaking a sweat.” He boasts with confidence, but stumbles forward slightly when one of your legs unexpectedly hoist over his shoulder. Out of instinct, he grabs ahold of your calf so you don’t fall. ‘Fuck, now i’ve gone and embarrassed myself.’ He awkwardly coughs into his free handed fist to try and mask his chagrin state, and is inwardly grateful you can’t see the way his face burns a red hue in result of his mistake. “Ah— see? No p-problem at all…” an awkward laugh bubbles up his throat.

“We’re nearly there, but if you’re so adamant about it…” he helps you climb on top of him, and surprises himself when managing to hold back his delighted groan as you tangle your dainty fingers in the greasy strands of his hair. Your legs are so soft, and he can’t help but reach up and try to subtly push them together until his face was being smothered with your plush thighs. He sighs happily, and when questioned about this action, he quickly blames his show of needfulness on ‘making sure you don’t slip.’

You’re not heavy to him in the slightest, yet his legs still can’t help but wobble while he walks down the road, his hands can’t help but tremble as they grip at the flesh of your thighs, his breaths can’t help but slowly loose their balance with each step he takes. You seemingly take note of his staggered facture, and comment about it. “Scara? You okay down there? If it gets too much for you then please, don’t push yourself further.” Oh, how your tone sounds so sickeningly sweet, fretting about him like he was your boyfriend, he grins and turns his head up to try and meet your gaze, a red blush coating over his nose and combining at the tips of his ears as you stare back down at him in slight worry.

“I’m a lot stronger then I look, so all you need to do is sit there so prettily and let me do all the work. Please, I insist. Let’s just relish in this beautiful view…”

#anon #🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #yandere wanderer x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #x reader

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celabi · 1 year

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consensual somnophilia w scara?

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Yandere scummy Scaramouche who wakes up in a cold sweat, shooting up into a sitting position and trying to steady his, for some reason, very unbalanced breathing. He can feel a deep and hot flush on his cheeks, as well as the slight trembling below his knees— and of course, how could he ignore the way his dick so uncomfortably prods against his now painfully tight underwear. It hurts, a lot— so it’s no surprise how he restlessly shoves the weight of the heavy counterpane off his body and hurriedly pulling the fabric of his boxers down his legs, and lettings his throbbing cock spring out and slump against his abdomen. He silently lets out a small grunt of satisfaction, and even in the dim lighting from the moon that slightly peaks through the blinds, Scaramouche can still, clear as day, see the way his cock twitches happily now that it no longer suffocating in his pants.

Scaramouche brings up his hand and lets it tussle in his messy and unkept hair, pushing away the loose strands that covered his eyes. It’s quiet, the only sound being an occasional wind breeze that flows past the open window, the rustling of the sheets when his toes decide to completely disobey his bodily control and curl at the tension of his antsy erection— and the faint sound of steady and balanced breathing coming from the space beside him. He blinks, and cautiously turns his head to the side where he’s met with the sight of you, laying on your side and so comfortably snuggled under the blankets, seemingly without a single care in this god forsaken world.

You’re still asleep, that’s good, he would just hate for you to awaken with all the consistent fidgeting he’s doing. As silently as he can be, he slowly places his hands onto the area of the mattress behind him, and gets into position to lay back down— this time however, he’s turning onto his side and shimming his way closer to your body, carefully manoeuvring his way under the covers and pressing his slim chest flat up against your back. You just feel so warm and cozy as he wraps his slender arms around your waist, how your hair smells so heavenly when he stuffs his face into the crook of your neck and deeply inhaling, the pattern of your calm and gentle breathing feels so comforting against his front that he can’t help but reach down to spread apart your legs and direct his cock to slid in between your thighs.

His mouth is right up against your ear— but with the way the warm and smooth skin of your thighs squeezes his dick in so tight has him letting out a some what load moan that he couldn’t manage keep down. It just feels so fucking good that he starts rutting his hips against your ass, letting his cock slip in and out of the gap in your legs and rubbing so tenderly against your clothed pussy. He’s genuinely surprised you haven’t woken up due to all the moans he’s whining into your ear, or the way the bed had started to violently creek as he hard started to speed up, but he’s glad either way.

Although Scaramouche absolutely adores having his arms wrapped snugly around your beautiful waist, he lets his hand drop from your hip and clumsily crawl down to your underwear— finally taking note of the lack of clothing you had on— or rather, didn’t have on. No pants? That has him pressing a shambolic and tired kiss onto your neck and smiling so sloppily into your skin. “… thank you, Angel. Thank you so much, always me feel so fucking pleased, so…—” he has to stop his rambling so he can catch his breath. He could feel it, how his thrusts has started to become sloppier, his throat dry and his voice hoarse, he’s not sure if his vision is hazy due to his sudden wave of fatigue, or the fact that there are pleasure tears pooling on the water line of his eyes. One thing he does know is that he’s so close to cumming when he feels his orgasm slowly creeping up his nerves. “… so over the moon.”

What does manage to set him off though, is the way you shift your body in your unconscious state and thrust your hips back into his own, unknowingly matching the pace of his thrusts and clamping your plush thighs acceptingly around his cock. He cracks, a pathetic sob falls from his lips as he squirts his cum all over you and the bed sheets that you sleep so elegantly on. “Oh god… my fucking god…” he knows it will take a while for him to catch his breath, so he just lays behind you and pulls you closer into his embrace, letting his head fall onto your pillow and stuffing his face into your hair. “T-thank you… thank you so much… but I— I can’t… I want— no I…”

“I need more, please…” he’s not sure how the sudden wave of desire had fallen onto him again so suddenly— but as he finds himself once again ramming his aching cock between your thighs like a bunny in heat, he knows this little boost of energy that he had mysteriously acquired just now, would not end any time soon— definitely not with the way you let out cute little whimpers of your own when he reaches down to slide your slightly damp panties, down your legs. “Please— just the tip… I’ll only put the tip in this time, I swear…”

#anon #🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #Scaramouche x female reader #genshin impact x female reader smut #wanderer x female reader #x female reader #genshin impact scaramouche

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celabi · 1 year

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Fem!reader.

To say 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 was mad was an understatement, because he was fucking fuming. His rough and scarred hands clawing at anything they could grab on to, with the unfortunate victim being the arm rest of the couch he was sitting on, well— half sitting on, considering the fact that his body, trembling in rage, was hunched so far forward that it looked like he would slip off at any second.

Kaminari— who was seated beside him (albeit further away then usual) decided he wouldn’t make a snide comment on this one, like he normally would, because he knew the moment he’d open up his big mouth, his head would no longer be attached to the neck. So he fought against his urges to tease the hot head and just mind his own business, though occasionally throwing him glances to make sure that he would not become Bakugou’s next victim when the armrest gets boring to scratch at.

‘I’ll kill that bastard, I’ll really kill him this time!’ The ash blond screams in his head, his fierce, red eyes locked onto one thing and one thing only— you. You looked so pretty in your casual clothes, better then the ugly fucking gym clothes you’d choose to wear when training, because the design of them does you no justice. But these clothes do. It’s cold today, so he’s at least glad you decided to be smart for once and wear a long sleeved shirt to stay relatively warm.

Though it’s not your choice of clothing Bakugou should be focused on right now, but the damn stupid extra, cluelessly standing right in front of you, and although you don’t seem to mind the closeness of their presence, It’s way too close for Bakugou’s liking, because in his opinion, you should communicate with anyone at least three feet away. But alas, he doesn’t own you and you have free will to say and do whatever you please. Though sometimes he wished you wouldn’t, not when the person you’re talking with is him.

Stupid, fucking, Deku.

Stupid fucking Deku who smiles at you so sweetly— a hand on your shoulder while you both converse about hero society and whatnot. Boring stuff that Bakugou couldn’t give a shit about, which is exactly why he shooed you off with a ‘leave me alone’ and left to take a seat when you tried to get him immersed into the conversation. Though now— if he knew how your attention would be solely onto the damn nerd, smiling and looking at him like he hung the stars and more— he would have put up with it and kept guard.

Is he jealous? No, Bakugou doesn’t get jealous. He gets angry. And when he gets angry, he takes it out on anything and anyone. So— with the already little patience he had, had finally dried up, he wastes not time in shooting up from the couch and stalking over towards the both of you, ignoring Kaminari’s exaggerated, loud exhale of relief when he leaves.

He successfully makes his presence known— either from his heavy booted footsteps thumping across the hardwood floor in your direction, or how he’s already shouting loud profanities at the top of his lungs, directed to the poor green head nerd he’s been violently eying for the past minute. “Damn Deku! Get your grubby hands offa’ her!” There’s not a hint remorse laced in his tone, a sign that he’s not messing around.

Izuku quickly does as he’s told, throwing his hands up in front of his face defensively, praying to god that he didn’t anger the boy even more the he already is, when he unconsciously lets out a small, pathetic ‘eek—!’ in surprise. “K-kaachan! What’s wrong?! What did I do?!” He stutters out, mentally passing out when his arms are swatted away and his shirt collar is roughly being pulled upwards, his tips of his feet just barely kissing the ground.

“What do you think you did, ya damn loser!” He carelessly shakes the poor, smaller boy around in air— excavating multiple scared squeaks from him in to process. And when you start to see vibrant, red sparks emit from the blond haired boys hand, you decide to finally step in and break them up.

“Katsuki, quit it. Leave Izuku alone, he didn’t do whatever you’re mad about.” He turns his head towards you, his previously narrowed eyes slightly softening when they land on your face. And although you’re staring at him in annoyance— he still thinks you look as beautiful as you did the day he met you, all while unconsciously letting his hand loosen and dropping Midoriya from his grip, letting him fall ass first on the floor.

“You’re on first name basis with this guy? When did you get so close with him?” He asks, mentally cursing himself by how much softer his voice sounds when it’s directed towards you. You blink once, then twice, making his eyes twitch when you blink a third time. “God, don’t look at me like that!” He tries to ignore the way his face starts to feel hotter, but he’s sure his ears are bright red.

“Why… do you care, who I’m friends with, or who I’m close to?” You slowly question— sending Midoriya an apologetic, tilted smile when he cautiously waves you off and quietly crawls away from the now awkward situation he found himself in. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything, I can bond with whoever I want to. But since you asked, Izuku and I grew close when I helped him confess to his feelings Ochako.”

Now it’s his turn to blink in confusion, staring at you like you grew a second head. “You mean, those two idiots are… dating?” You nod, a teasing smile slowly etching across your face at his baffled expression. “And you don’t have feelings for him… do you?” You once again, nod, making Bakugou let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Why do you wanna know? You jealous or something? Ohh, I see. You like me, don’t you.” Except your teasing words don’t receive the reaction you were expecting. Usually when teased about his feelings, Bakugou would blow up and threaten your life, but this time, his voice his just above a whisper as he embarrassedly looks off to the side.

“Yeah… maybe i do. So what?”

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celabi · 1 year

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Okay but how would scummy scara react when his darling is on the time of the month? Like would he take care of his darling well even if she screams and cries like a sweet boyfriend should or he's more the type "I can make it disappear for the next nine months Bae"? I'm just on those days and I'm in a lot of pain rn </3

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Scummy Scaramouche and the blood devil! (lol) ☆彡

Hope you feel better :( drink lots of water and rest!! <33

You could be screaming at the top of your lungs— kicking your legs and swinging your arms at him in frustration— and the only thing he will do is take it. He knows you don’t mean it, and it’s just your hormones taking over— so he doesn’t hold it against you at all, in fact, he holds nothing against you, because everything you do is automatically correct in his eyes amen 👍. No matter how many times you actually manage to land a hit on him, he’s not actually going to listen when you tell him to leave, because even if his poor body is begging for a break due to all of your uh, affection— he tells himself that you were obviously in more pain then he was, and how he should just toughen up for once and be a man, a man who could take care of his girlfriend and help her when she so very clearly needs it.

Tbh, he probably already knew what a period was before he met you. Duh, his mother has a girlfriend, and when she comes over, they talk so damn loud that Scaramouche might as well occasionally listen in and maybe learn something new. So he’s got the basics down; she bleeds from the vagina, it’s hurts like a cramp but worse, she will want lots of food and many stomach rubs, don’t make her angry. Yeah, he can do that no problem— so he comes over to your house not even five minutes after you send a text saying you need him. Uh, while yes, he may of misunderstood what you meant by that, that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave his sweet little girlfriend in pain as she rolls around on the floor, covering her stomach while whining for him to help her— so he gets right to it.

He’s quick to crouch down next to you and try to haul you up into his arms— and even though he’s not the strongest man in the world, he has no troubles doing so, before carrying you towards your bedroom and plopping you softly down onto your bed. He’ll fluff up your pillows and tuck you under the covers, a cute little kiss to your forehead before asking what kind of soup you would like— all while he’s flicking through channels on your television until he lands on your favourite show, a means to try and keep you occupied, and distract you from your aching cramps. Even though he cannot cook for shit, it’s be more meaningful to received a home cooked meal rather then some fast food take out, and soup really can’t be all that hard to make, right? I don’t know, he knows his mother has a hard time with it.

I think he enjoys rubbing your stomach more then you do. The feeling of his hands running all over your body, kneading at your warm and smooth skin— as well as the satisfied sounds you hum when he rubs over that one spot… he just can’t stop the way his chest races in excitement. It’s such a small little act of kindness, but he can’t help but feel accomplished by making you feel a little better then you did. He likes having you lay on his chest as he rubs circles onto your back, and stuffing his face into your hair while also trying to smooth you with sweet nothings. “You’re doing so good, baby, it’ll all be over soon.” (No it won’t, there’s 4 more days left but he doesn’t know that) “does it still hurt? Would you like me to run you a bath… i-I can join you, If you’d like.” (Pls say yes pls say yes pls say yes) “you won’t feel anything is you sleep.. so close your eyes, rest.” (You’re trying to, but he’s shuffling around and trying to constantly look at your face) (he thinks you look cute sleepy and wants to see) 😔

He hates seeing you in so much pain, so much so that he looked up on the internet if there was any methods out there that could permanently stop periods from visiting every month. The only thing that came up was pregnancy, and that was only for nine months… yeah, he blushed red from that and couldn’t stop the thoughts from running wild in his head. He wonders if maybe you were desperate enough to… no, he really shouldn’t be thinking like that. He’s young and broke, and babies are hard work… but, he thinks you would look so heavenly with a cute little baby bump… he also heard that being pregnant can make your breasts bigger….

“Uh, my love? If you’re really in so much pain, I have a solution… if you’re up for it.”

Scaramouche is a “what’s a warriors sword if not bloody” kind of man, you cannot change my mind 🤒 sorry

#🌙 anon #🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#genshin impact x reader #Scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #x reader #x female reader #genshin impact

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celabi · 2 years

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! Chapter 79 manga spoilers and nsfw ahead !

art by @/Naz2251 on Twitter

HE’S SO WHIPPED !!

Thinking about, GUN DEVIL AKI being so pussy drunk for you :( he’s slobbering all over your cunt, shoving his tongue so deep inside you while he holds your legs apart and when they threaten to close from being overstimulated, he harshly bites down on your clit and hums into your folds— groaning that if you do it again, you won’t like the outcome. All while he’s rutting his hips against the end of the mattress like a bunny in heat, just trying and pleasure himself at the same time. His fingers are digging into your thighs so hard that they’ll definitely leave marks behind, clawing at your flesh and holding you down like your going to run away. (You’re trying to)

His tongue moves much more aggressively then it did before he was contracted with the gun devil, he doesn’t care about the way you cry and mewl about how much it hurts from being jaded, instead it makes him go harder and faster. He’s much more different then devil hunter Aki who would hold you so softly, caressing your love bite ridden thighs and maintaining eye contact while he lovingly lapped up your juices. It went from him saying “Always taste so good, sweetheart.” And “Pussy all wet and sloppy, just for me?” To “Shut the hell up and take it.” And “If you keep trying to crawl away, I’ll give you something to be scared about.”

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Aki stares down at your shivering body with no expression, no words being spoken and he’s completely still— making it impossible to tell what he’s thinking about as his black hair and gun covers the top half of his face. Your wrists are bound together behind your head with his suit tie, the fabric is so tight that it digs into your skin and leaves a harsh red rash. Your clothes carelessly discarded on the floor, deeming you completely naked, cold and vulnerable under him.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, his hand moves from your leg and— at an agonisingly slow pace, crawls up your thigh and towards your chest, gliding his long and slender fingers over every bump, bruise, love bite and hickey that he adorned on your body just minuets prior. “You look pretty like this…” he mutters, using his pointer and index finger to press down into a radiant red and purple contuse that had started to form right under your neck— drawing out a sharp hiss from you.

“Aww, does that hurt?” Though his words are cocky and teasing— his voice is void of any emotion as he stares down at you, the bulge of his cock in his pants just keeps getting harder and harder as he watches you squirm in discomfort, your pussy on full display for him and him alone, twitching every now and then as the air breezes past.

“M’ gonna keep you up all night and stuff you full with my cock until you’re crying and begging for me to stop.”

I don’t know how to end this🥴 in conclusion Gun devil aki is a massive slut and I wanna fuck.

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celabi · 1 year

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can i pinch scummy scara's lil cheeks

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“I’m— I’m not a baby, you know…” Scaramouche mumbles out in a fluster, and looks off to the side in attempt to try and hide the dark hue of pink that replaces the light, white tone of his porcelain skin. Though even so, he makes not even the slightest movement to pull away from your warmth, your touch. He’s betting all the mora in his pockets that he looks so weak and fragile in front of you, right now, so forlorn as he can��t help but blush dark shades of red at even the smallest bit of affection you care to show him. He’s so damn pathetic, he thinks.

Can’t help but to, not so surprisingly, allow his lonely little heart to melt into a puddle of goo, down into the deepest pit of his stomach when his cheek is pinched in between the pads of your finger tips. He can’t help but ever so slightly inch his feet forward, trying to subtly get his body closer to yours so he can take in the scent of the one who had titillated him so immensely. How he can’t help but let his shoulders marginally drop down in tranquil when he takes note of the tension in his bones vanishing, before leaning his head more into the palm of your hand and sighing somewhat giddily.

Your hand smells so sweet, he thinks, as it delicately prods at his dermis— not caring one bit at the slight sting your finger nails leave behind when you accidentally (or intentionally, who knows) pinch a little to hard, or for the growing vein of ache that starts crawling up to his neck from how much he’s straining it to look up at you. It’s okay though, for he would self inflict any amount of pain you saw fit, if it meant you would hold him so delicately, so dearly, so close, like you were now.

“Though if my abashed state brings you some kind of enjoyment, then please… touch me all you want, [name]”

#anon #🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scummy scara :(#genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #x reader

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celabi · 1 year

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Can I get a quick birthday kiss from Scara please? :3

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Birthday kisses with Scummy Scaramouche! ☆彡 0.7k

Happy birthday!! Even if the day is almost over (for me) I still hope you enjoy it to the fullest, and spend it with your loved ones <3

“Ahem, h-happy birthday. I made this for you, it’s a… doll, that I hand crafted. If you uh, don’t like it, thats fine, just… throw it out or… something.” Scaramouche places the object into your outstretched hands and looks off to the side embarrassedly, shuffling from one foot to another as if the ground was burning his feet, before letting out a nervous sigh. ‘Please don’t throw it out, I spent all night sewing that.’ He scoffs in his head, and subtly looks down at his own hands— both littered with scratches and bandaids, a result of his anxiousness, for the need of his gift to be absolutely perfect. Because that’s what you deserved after all, nothing but perfection.

Bringing up his arm (which was shaking more then it should have been), he goes to scratch behind his ear— only for it to drop back down at his side in an awkward manner. Should he, uh, high five you? That’s what… ‘friends’ do, right? But he wanted to be more then that, he wanted to be more then friends, so maybe a hug was in order. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple, and it’s not long before these thoughts start overclouding his mind, or how he anxiously starts picking at the skin around his fingernails in attempt to calm his racing heart.

He must of been to preoccupied with his worries to notice how you have yet to give an answer, or how your face was slightly getting closer and closer, until a pair of stunning eyes were just inches away from his own, and how there was something pressing firmly against his lips. He blinks, and somehow, even in his state of confusion, takes notice of how your eyelashes flutter softly when your eyelids slowly shut. “Mmpfh…?” A surprised hum leaves his mouth, and enters yours when his lips ever so slightly part from one another.

A kiss, that’s what this was. Something so out of reach that Scaramouche didn’t even want to think of asking for one because he knew he was not deserving. But here he was, locking lips (not really, cause he has yet to act) with the person in his dreams. Wait, this… wasn’t a dream, was it? He would pinch himself to make sure, but you seem to have beat him to it, when your arms raise up and wrap around his neck before tugging on a strand of his hair. He grunts, and finally decides to squeeze his eyes shut and kiss you back, because even if this just so happened to be a dream, not even then would he waste an opportunity like this pass on by.

Your lips— so soft and smooth as they move slow and skilfully against his, a contrast to the dry and chapped skin of his own. Your hands, so elegant and dainty that he thinks fit right at home in the tangled locks of his hair. Don’t get him started on the way your mouth tastes, it’s sweet— so sweet that he has to restrain himself from shoving his tongue inside and trying to explore it further. An unexpected kiss, but definitely a welcome one.

Even though he can feel his lungs start to scream for air, he can’t find the strength to pull away, as the yearn for you grows stronger with each passing second— so it’s too bad when you’re the one that separates from him. A needy whine bubbles up his throat when your warmth gets further and further away, and your touch softly fades from his body— he takes a couple seconds longer to open his eyes, for fear you would be nothing but an empty space in front of him— but no, because when he does, you’re there, and this was not all just made up in his head. This time, he doesn’t care to try and suppress the growing grin that overtakes his once quivering lips.

“It’s the day of your birth, and yet, you’re the one spoiling me… I’m—” a short pause to find his words, and then a small chuckle falls from his mouth. “I’m so happy… really. More then you could think.”

(Also a little fyi, this is just a little drabble and not me coming back to write just yet, as I am still in the hospital. I just wanted to gift 🍄 anon something for their birthday!! Sorry, hopefully I recover soon. Kisses for you all 🫶🫶)

#🍄 anon #scummy scara :(#🍃 — drabbles ☆彡 #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact

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celabi · 2 years

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Sanzu doesn’t take no for an answer, fluff!! F reader

“If he wanted to, he would.”

The first time it happened was after blocking and deleting Sanzu off everything on your phone, yet he still managed to full on surprise you in his own way to get in contact again.

“Hello, can I please get a nugget happy me—” you couldn’t even finish your order before a loud shuffling sound came from the intercom of the McDonald’s drive through, and not long later before an all to familiar voice took over the one who was serving you.

“[Name]! It’s you! c’mon pull up to the first window, baby doll.” You could only stare wide eye at the speaker after hearing your ex boyfriends voice.

Not being able to back out because a car is already in the que behind you, the only way you could go was forward, you shook your head in annoyance and grumpily slowly drive forward.

The first thing you saw when rounding the drive thru corner was Sanzu and his pink tuff of hair hanging out of the first window, waving happily while wearing his worker cap— the headset to take orders threatening to fall off due to how hyped he was.

“Sanzu, I don’t have time for this, I’m just trying to feed [daughter’s name]” you rubbed your forehead while he piped up at his daughter’s name.

“Oh?! She’s here, hey baby! Daddies working real hard to win mommy back.” He ushered you to drive forward a tad so the back window was next to the server one. Your daughter waving happily back to her farther. “Hi daddy, momma says you’ve been bad so you’re banned from coming home, is that true?”

Sanzu sighed in embarrassment, “um, yes pumpkin, but! Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon okay?” He reached out the window and grabbed her hand before pressing a kiss to her knuckles, about to talk about only to be interrupted by a honk from the car behind you. You sighed again.

“A happy meal, pay for it.” Was all you said before driving to the next window, and when the next customer came up to the window, they were met with the deadliest glare that Sanzu could muster up.

The second time was while you were lounging at home, just after putting [daughter’s name] to bed, you nestled onto the couch and scrolled through the channels on TV.

You just found a show that looked interesting before you phone rang from beside you, it was and unknown number who was requesting a face time. ‘Weird’ but you answered anyway just out of pure curiosity.

“Shit, how do I get the phone off the stand?” Was what your heard after you answered, before a face too close to the lens popped in frame, “hello? You there, baby?”

You sighed in annoyance when two diamond shaped scars greeted you, even more so when Sanzu sent a wink to the camera. “How— I blocked you, what the fuck?”

“Simple, sweet cheeks.” He yanked the phone from its display and held it up high, showing off himself and the Apple Store he was in, an employee standing off the the side and watching in embarrassment. Beside Sanzu was a snickering Ran, who waved to you with a cheeky smile.

“I’m so done with you.” He pouted.

OSKJS ok lmao I don’t know how to end this but just wanted to say, Sanzu is a guy who’ll go above and beyond to win you back 🫶 if he don’t become the mail man to deliver my packages, I don’t want him 🙅‍♀️

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celabi · 2 years

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fic of harvey with a taller, overworked wife if it's okay?

Sure!! Sorry for the delay, I didn’t see your request until today 😭 it’s somewhat short so I apologise :(

It wasn’t unusual for Harvey to see you slowly trudge past his doctors office after hours— just when he was finishing up, you would round the corner with a heavy looking pickaxe hunched over your shoulder, your face and arms littered with small marks and scratches you knew he would fret about later, as well as the very evident dark circles that would rest under your extremely tired looking eyes.

It was a routine at this point. How he would hurriedly fumble with the lock to the front door and rush to catch up to you, his hand soothing down to rest on the low of your back while looking up into your eyes in a concerned matter as you both walked back to the farm house. The street lights are dim, bout the frown on your husbands face is as clear as day.

Harvey hated how you continually pushed yourself over the limit time and time again, and while he loved how much you did for the community— he has to restrain himself from rolling his eyes when one of the towns folk would come up and ask you for a favor when it’s as clear as day you could drop from exhaustion at any second.

“Here— I got it.” He grunts at the weight of the tool he takes off of your shoulder and struggles to set it down to the ground, flashing you an embarrassed smiled before standing back up to full heigh and ushering you inside. “How about i run you a warm bath? I’ll get started on dinner, how about spaghetti?”

He flips on all the lights in the house before leaning down to help you remove your worn out boots, letting out a content sigh when your hand slithers in between the strands of his hair so you don’t topple over from being unbalanced.

“You don’t have to.” You mutter, your head coming down to rest on his shoulder as he slowly begins to sway your body’s back and forth, his hands rubbing your back soothingly. Harvey shushes you, and although he doesn’t want too— he pulls away from your embrace to look up into your eyes.

“I know I don’t.” He softly says, grabbing your hands to pull you along to the bathroom. “But i want too. You do and provide so much for me, can i not try and return the favor?” Chuckling, he runs the bath tap while keeping an eye on the warmth— being married for a while now he know just how you like the water temperature.

With a noticeable blush on his cheeks, Harvey helps remove your clothing— throwing it all into the hamper before watching you climb into the tub. He sighs in satisfaction— somewhat caught in a trance as you sink into the water.

With a small, flustered exhale, Harvey has to direct his attention to the floor so he doesn’t fall in love with you all over again, “I-I’ll get started on dinner, take as long as you want, sweetheart.” He leans down to kiss your forehead before straightening up and shuffling out of the room, one last look to your relaxing form before continuing out.

‘Any longer and I would of joined her in the bath.’

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celabi · 1 year

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