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cherieiu · 2 days
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suppressing a cough proves to be hard - especially when he lovingly caresses your hair, calloused hands running through silk.
"don't come closer! you're gonna catch it too!" whines leave your lips yet he merely chuckles as he ignores your indignant protests.
"and? am i supposed to worry?" you only huff, irked at his persistence to stay.
"fine! your fault if you end up with a fever and coughing everywhere on the floor." he snides, cupping your rosy cheeks and lightly pecking the tip of your nose. at least you'll have more time together, no?
aventurine, CHILDE, GOJO, HEIZOU, scaramouche, wriothesley, yuji + your favs!!
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ventismacchiato · 2 days
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SCARAMOUCHE INSTAGRAM STORIES
established relationship, gender neutral reader, modern au where he’s a singer/idol, you’re an actor in this and his partner that he’s publicly in a relationship with
so how y’all doing…i fear the scara obsession is back. (it never left) inspired by me going to the guts tour and seeing louis attending his popstars gfs show. also! i think scara would be chronically online and love his fans like bro went insane over having one in the game LIKEEE
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toorurs · 3 days
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i find myself running home to your sweet nothings. he doesn't remember the last time his body has felt a single ounce of comfort or tenderness. but here he is, his head resting on your lap as you softly comb through his disheveled hair and lightly massage his scalp. you're talking about your day, telling him that you spotted an adorable tortoiseshell cat, walking past a brand new café that just opened which you want to visit with him and whispering honeyed praises and sweet nothings into his ear, that sound like angelic chants to him. he's not sure if he's allowed to feel like this, to feel loved. because to love is to be vulnerable. perhaps that's why he wants to run away, escape and hide away. but he knows that such a scenario won't ever happen - it's unlikely. because at the end of the day he'll always find his way back to you. 
AVENTURINE, michael kaiser, rin itoshi, DAN HENG, SCARAMOUCHE, XIAO, kageyama tobio, ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA, dazai osamu, gojo satoru + your favs
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staryuee · 2 days
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GIVING THEM A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET
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꒰warnings꒱ not proofread…:3
⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . how would your significant other react when you give them a friendship bracelet made by your own kind hands?
⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, kazuha, kokomi, scaramouche, heizou, itto, cyno, lyney, lynette, freminet, furina, neuvillette, navia, ga ming, chiori, arlecchino
⠀꒲ ` notes . . . this reminded of primary school days of making randomly coloured loom band bracelets…sniffles, the good ol’ days of giving your crush bundled up daisies that had bugs on them from the schools yard and then immediately running away (i am a lesbian i had no such experience in just talking for the sake of poetry ☆〜(ゝ。∂)
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R. DILUC ��� 迪卢克
“what’s this, my love?” he cautiously surveyed the tiny strings and charms with a shocked yet rather satisfied expression. so this is what you were so focused on for the last couple hours…? he can’t help but feel slightly relieved that instead of wasting away at work you were merely crafting a cutely childish gift for him.
“it’s a friendship bracelet! look, i even managed to find these cute strawberry charms for you.” you laughed and start fiddling with the short strands near his scalp, fiddling with them and folding them over to create a stem-like shape.
diluc softly exhaled in amusement, wrapping the small piece of jewellery around his already bedazzled wrist. it takes him a real good second to actually realise what you just said. awkwardly coughing into his hand, diluc catches your attention, “darling, you do realise we’re married?”
a smile possesses your face as you hook your arm with his. “of course i do! i just thought it’d be cute, you know?” he smiled in response.
diluc is no stranger to friendship bracelets. after all, him and kaeya used to make those for each other all the time. sometimes that young triplet consisting of a very dedicated jean, a shy kaeya and a mischievous diluc (sometimes a cutsey barbara who tried to eat the beads) would gather together to create and exchange such bracelets.
a tradition that diluc might’ve let go of but had never forgotten. when you go to sleep at night diluc immediately places your bracelet into a drawer where he kept all of the ones from his childhood.
K. KAZUHA — 枫原万叶
“is this a friendship bracelet? that’s very considerate of you, my love.” kazuha tilts your chin to press a feather-light kiss onto your lips, his touch so tender it was like being touched by sunlight itself. “but i thought we were passed our journey of friendship?” his hand travel down to your hips. squeezing them intently to bring you close to his flowery scent.
“or do i need to remind you that we’re lovers?” taking your hand in his, kazuha leaned his head down to press his lips against your knuckles, eyes peeking through his bangs as if to entice you. and, well, of course it did. kazuha knew just a simple glance at you paired with an affectionate grin was enough to lure you into loving his arms.
kazuha didn’t expect for a piece of handmade jewellery consisting of maple leaf charms with red string to become so sentimental to him, but it was only a matter of time till the bracelet helped become an engraved memory of you. he’d kiss it each time you were apart, hold it up against moonlight while stargazing, trying to illustrate your figure within a constellation.
wandering became more exciting. he’d get to slowly part from your lips, while still having a perpetual reminder of the love you shared with a few pieces of strings tied to his wrist alone.
kazuha, though content with this, always secretly craved to hear the sound of your voice as you called his name and reached out to him. however, within his life he’s learned one thing that has truly stood out; it’s the small things in life that mirror true beauty.
S. KOKOMI — 珊瑚宫心海
“your excellency? what is that on your wrist?” gorou tilted his head curiously, his ears twitching in tandem.
“hm? oh, this?” she shakes the coral coloured bracelet, making the beads and fish charms jingle excitedly as if they were jumping within sea waves. “haha, [name] gave it to me. it’s a friendship bracelet!” kokomi shows it off with pride, a flutter of flapping fins hit her ribcage in the form of her beating heart at the prospect of people seeing the deepness of your ocean-depth bond with just a few beads on a string.
burnout is utterly debilitating. as kokomi spends only a few minutes in her recluse corner within watatsumi, even the shimmering of pearls and the quiet sound of the shore isn’t enough to bring her fragmented energy to rest. nesting her head upon the bundled arms that laid carefully on her desk, she attempted to snooze. finding that she can just barely flutter her curled eyelashes close before an unbearable ache pinches her eyebrows into a knot.
feeling defeated, kokomi sits back up and taps her fingers absentmindedly on the wood, finding just a tiny bit of solace in the sound of clicking and clacking. wait…she quickly glanced at her wrist, noticing she completely forgot to take off her bracelet when preforming her duties. despite her fatigue, kokomi can’t help but exhale a smile. calloused fingers tweezing the bubbly fish charms in an attempt for stimuli that wasn’t so agonising.
she’s so glad she has you, even if that memory of you is withheld in something children share for an intended promise of foreverness.
SCARAMOUCHE — 斯卡拉姆齐
“are you twelve?“ scaramouche raises his eyebrows at you with a sneer, a look of either disgust or confusion on his face. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were mocking me.”
“you’re short but not kid short!” you retorted to appease him, rolling your eyes at his annoying theatrics. did he really have to be so bitchy all the time? i guess when people say that short people tend to be the most angry because all that wrath is bottled into such a teeny body it’s very true…
the friendship bracelets (yes you made two!) were a representation of his journey from the malicious “balladeer” to the slightly less malicious and more so bittersweet wanderer. a contradicting colour palette yet his frosty and asshole attitude remained the same no matter what hue of the rainbow he was dipped in (should’ve been named skittle not scaramouche).
“if you don’t like it that much you don’t have to wear it, it’s not like i’m forcing you.” a pang of disappointed squeezed your chest heavily. it would’ve been fine if he just threw it away after a week or so. you would’ve been extremely hurt yes, but it’s better than having your own lover reject a handmade gift without even a thought for your feelings.
seeing your frown lines and the way your eyebrows scrunched together, scaramouche sighed and immediately snatched the bracelets back. quickly covering them over his wrist and crossing his arms over his chest defiantly. “i never said i wouldn’t wear it, stop being whiny.”
the slight embarrassment he felt was worth every stroke of blush on his cheeks if it meant he could see you smile brightly at something so childish.
S. HEIZOU — 鹿野院平藏
“it’s not our anniversary.” heizou stated simply.
“nope.”
“neither of our birthdays.”
“nope.”
“not a special achievement either.”
“nope.”
“alright, love, spill. what’s the occasion, hm? just in the mood to spoil me with your affections?” heizou threw his hands up in defeat. not being able to use his detective experience into deciphering why you decided to be so cute today and bless his otherwise uneventful day.
carefully, you wrapped the bracelet around his eager wrist. “no occasion~ just felt like giving you a friendship bracelet to show my love for you.” he raises an eyebrow. leaning to your eye level, heizou procures a look of confused distaste at your seemingly innocent admission. “friendship?” he looks away dejected, placing his hands on his hips. “and here i thought i was your very cool and sweet boyfriend.”
brushing away his dramatics and looping your arms around his neck to pull his pouty face in closer, you retaliate. “oh hush, you’re still my lovely dramatic boyfriend.” heizou smirked and leaned in impossibly close, his breath tickling your soft skin generously.
“then, could you show your love for me in another way too?” begrudgingly, you caved. moulding your lips with his while his hands gradually situated themselves on your hips. a chuckle escapes his occupied mouth, leaving a tingling feeling down your spine as you pull away, a bright smirk on his face. “thanks for the bracelet, baby~ i’ll be sure to wear it as my lucky charm during investigations!”
A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗
“well of course you’d want to bless the almighty arataki itto with such a gift! i humbly accept your offering~” itto sways a thumbs up, tongue rolling across his pointy teeth in an extravagant display of confident hubris. all in vain, of course. no amount of bravado could dull the charming blush on his cheeks; the way his grin hoisted into a genuine smile of gratitude or the way his eyes glistened with a familiar light; childlike wonder.
itto was never and has never been accustomed to such small things in life. honestly, he was lucky for a stranger to not throw insults, physical objects, hits, kicks, spit, and the like for his mere existence. a friendship bracelet was an event that was so far out of reach for the oni that the only thing he wanted to do right now was to kiss you stupid.
but, he couldn’t. he stood still, twiddling with the beads that nested against his wrist with a haze that was absentminded you felt like tapping him would cause a bubble to burst above his head for water to splash him awake.
the word “friend” doesn’t even register into his brain. he’s too content with the knowledge that your bond meant something to you. that he meant something to you.
you’ve never seen itto so quiet before. he’s usually this giant (literally) ball of energy that bounces around the place and shares an infectious attitude of confidence and joy with no restraint even to the most stoic, but right now, it was like he was that small vulnerable child again given a chance at redemption for simply living.
CYNO — 赛诺
cyno tilts his head to the side as he stares with pinched brows at the weaved threads of purple and yellow beads and charms that you held in front of you with a delicate hand. “what’s the bracelet for?”
“it’s a friendship bracelet!” taking the initiative, you wrap the bracelet around his relatively small wrist and watch in awe as it seems to match his palette perfectly. perhaps not his personality, but maybe if he wore this around regularly people wouldn’t be so frightened by his frozen features.
cyno went quiet for a moment, a look of confusion on his face. a look that made you shrink in shame. did he not like it? was something wrong with it? is it too childish for someone with such an esteemed status? all such baseless thoughts get immediately dispelled once cyno’s lips curl into a subtle grin, his eyes narrowing devilishly.
you’ve often seen this look when he’s about to score a rewarding win in a tcg tournament. but, he also had this look when…fuck. you sigh in defeat and simply let him say it. “why did the friendship bracelet break up with its partner?”
“…ha. why?”
“because it felt tied down.”
you know how in animes when someone says something very fucking stupid, it’s like the world echoes with silence to allow the person to truly feel the embarrassment from their words? you hoped that’s what cyno felt when you blank stared him with a thin line for your lips, hands clenching and unclenching as you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks together.
“do you get it?” he asks, but before he can ramble about the absolutely articulate construction of his pun, you spring into action and press your lips passionately on his. of course, he replies eagerly. enjoying the clicking of the beads hitting together as his hand made it’s swift, instinctive movement to your waist.
LYNEY — 林尼
“mon ange…is this for me?” lyney smiles gently at you, sneaking the red bracelet onto his wrist. unable to take his away from the fine craftsmanship and the adorable details of hats, doves and some card charms. knowing you thought of him so directly and so in depth made his heart flutter the same way a dove’s wings expand after being liberated from a cooped cage.
“of course it is, it’s a friendship bracelet!” you clasp your hands behind your back, awaiting either his praise or his teasing — whatever he was in the mood for more. despite the happiness that surged through his heart like a bad game of throw the dart, believe me you shot him hard in the feels, lyney frowns.
“but, mon chéri…” he sighs in despair, a theatric hand over the very heart you had gripped tightly in your hand with a mere few beads of coloured wax. “i haven’t gotten a gift for you, i feel rather ashamed of myself.”
“don’t worry about that, this is just meant to be my good luck charm for you during your shows and…” your voice trailed off to him. not because he was uninterested but because he loved the buzzing sound of your melodic syllables each time your lips opened.
“ah, my dear,” lyney paused your affectionate rambles politely, “you’ve got something here…” you tilt your head to the side quizzically and await for him to point at it or take it out. he grins wildly. “well, isn’t that cute?” lyney chuckles softly and while leaning suuuper close to your ear, ‘magically’ pulls out a rainbow rose from seemingly no where.
“it seems we’re even now, hm?” he gestures, handing the rose over with a wink, leaving a cheeky kiss to your jawline in gratitude.
LYNETTE — 琳妮特
knowing lynette’s character and demeanour intricately, you’re aware that grand gestures aren’t at all her thing. she can barely handle a tea time conversation with someone if she’s forced to play an active role.
the bracelet sat enclosed within your palm as you rambled on about your day to lynette, feeling an unshakable amount of anxiety vomiting into your gut for no reason but overthinking. you’ve been avoiding giving her this bracelet for a week now in fear she’ll find very little value or use in something so minimal.
“you have something you want to give me.” a phrase intended as a question, but said more so as a statement.
“i…uh, how did you know?” you laugh and play with the strings of the bracelet cautiously as to not break it.
“your eyebrows are furrowed and you keep glancing away from me.” she analyses you like a real robot…i guess she’s really committed to that bit. either that or she just loves you too much that being unable to read your expressions would be a grievous sin on her part.
with a sigh of defeat, you slide over the bracelet to her with an awkward smile paling your usually joyous lips. “i made a friendship bracelet for you…thought it’d be cute.” lynette doesn’t understand people around her a majority of the time. truly, she doesn’t even want to, it’s not like she needs to either since she has her brother to leech on and others to fool with her robotic party trick and yet, she can’t help but wonder why it is you choose to defend yourself over something so sweet.
“thank you, it’s cute. i’ll wear it for my next show if i’m able to.” her lips curve upward in what to most would seem like a twenty degree uplift, but to you, it meant quite literally everything.
FREMINET — 菲米尼
nothing. no amount of experiences with his interactions with people could’ve prepared him for the absolute heart attack that was this gesture.
he loved it, too much. he wishes he could just dip back into the ocean depths. indulge in a meaningless conversation with the tidalga, or even express his feelings of adoration to you to pers. but currently, it was only you two sharing a humble moment together. no person he could lean in, no space he could rush the words he’d love to say to you in gratitude for the gift.
and you knew that. and that’s what he also loved about you. how willing you were to accept and love him even with him being less socially adept than a coral reef. feeling the cool and vibrant coloured bracelet tilt around his wrist and knot in place, he smiled wobbly.
between the silence, you knew that the quiet smile and nod meant more than his stammered and hushed words could ever express. leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his wrist and cheek, freminet manages to gulp a bit of courage and swallow his static and tingly anxiety, reaching to kiss your forehead. letting his lips linger momentarily before he backed away. “thank you…”
FURINA — 芙宁娜
heartbeat pounding in her ears. eyes narrowing into puffy circles. her bottom lip bitten brutally by her gnashing teeth. hands shaky, making her teacup tremble within her grip. why were you glaring at her so intensely?!
first the invitation for a tea party with only you two as the special guests. second the ominous letter claiming you two “need to talk.” and now, you were completely quiet and calmly snacking, drinking away several blends of tea without a word! it was absolutely ridiculous to think the one person she has entrusted her still mending heart with is ignoring all the clear signs of hesitance and vulnerabilities within the relationship despite them all being initiated by them!
“so, furina.” you clasp your hands together, an impish look transforming your usually peaceful face. her heartbeat stammers as her eyes meet yours in a tender glance. “uhm..yeah?” furina attempts to appear more courageous than she is, but truly, she’s shitting it (for lack of a better term).
the silence stretched on for too long before you giggled and pulled up a blue and white toned bracelet from your sleeves, shaking it with your fingertips with a kind smile. “i made you a friendship bracelet!”
a ghost wavered out of her frightened soul, the tea in her hand put down at this point so she can savour the comforting feeling of her head in her hands. being a gorgeous, shining star in the spotlight of fontaine’s grand stage, furina isn’t a secondhand stranger to gifts. whether they’ve been given to her personally, awkwardly, silently, with no words signed or a creepy letter attached expressing their reverence.
she wishes you’d sometimes go that route instead of matching her in these theatrics! begrudgingly, despite the little flutter in her heart, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and looked at you with a pout that you couldn’t help but lean in to kiss.
NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特
neuvillette hums a tune along to the orchestra of the vinyl. an accompanying sound of his pen hastily itching onto the paper adding to the rhythm. his door opens and while he’d normally remain quietly focused on his piling paperwork, he recognised this particular patter of footsteps coming towards him. you.
smiling habitually and peering his head up, neuvillette greeted you lovingly. “hello, my love. what brings you here today? did you get in trouble?” he knew the reason you’d come ushering into his office was hardly with the intention of getting him to aid you with your troublesome quarrels, but rather, you just wanting his love and affection that he was more than willing to fulfil. if time allowed, of course.
“no, no. nothing like that, yet…” you grinned and neuvillette looked at you with a playful look of disappointment at the hesitance. “i made you a gift!” with a prideful aura that was less arrogance and more pure joy, you presented the bracelet to him. he wasted no time in stirring the small bundle of fabric and beads with his gloves. “look,” you pointed eagerly, “i even managed to commission some furina and melusine charms! you know how we always joke about them being like our children? i thought i’d be a cute addition!”
he exhaled a satisfactory laugh in agreement, interlocking your hand in his to press a kiss to your knuckles in thanks. “cute, indeed. thank you, mon chéri. you’re too sweet sometimes.” you sit on the edge of his desk, watching excitedly as he places the bracelet onto his wrist. “as a gift in return, after i’m done with work, how about we take a nice stroll together? i assure you, no rain will interrupt our serenity so long as you’re by my side.”
NAVIA — 娜维娅
immediately gushes at you as your palm opens to present the gold and blue hued bracelet to her, adorned with rose charms that you personally painted in gold and a greyish blue to accentuate her outfit if she decides to wear it. it was less a decision and more a necessity.
she delicately handled the bracelet onto her wrist and kissed both of your cheeks in gratitude, “thank you so much, sweetheart! this is so cute…but what’s the occasion? it’s not our anniversary or anything like that.” navia smiled at you, playing with some of the little roses and twirling them around in appreciation.
“it’s a friendship bracelet!”
her lips pucker into a pout as she starts to coddle you within her arms, occasionally swinging you around gently. “you’re so absolutely adorable!” she nips at your earlobe, kissing it as a form of apology. “but honey, you do know we aren’t just friends right?” navia captures your cheeks within her palms. “we’re lovers!” she presses several kisses across your face, ending her affectionate spillage with a press of her lips on yours.
“oops— haha, sorry i got lipstick all over you, darling.” navia chuckled and began wiping away all the lipstick smudges from your pretty face. yet her attempts bore no fruit. instead of wiping away anything, she only made it oh so much worse. “ah well, guess we both got presents from one another today?” she snickers, twirling her wrist to show off the bracelet with a wink.
GA MING — 嘉明
if you thought this man’s eyes couldn’t get any brighter, then you’re absolutely dead wrong. if you thought he could jump high while lion dancing, you’re also absolutely dead wrong!
he could outrun god right now. if you asked him to defeat a hoard of lined up mondstadt and liyue treasure hoarders, he’d do it in a heartbeat. what possessed you to be so cute?! do you seriously think he can take another heart attack like this after the one he had during lantern rite?
you aren’t able to say much or even explain your reasons for as to why you decided to make this nor what it even is or represents before ga ming smacks his lips messily all over your face. a mixture of your own gloss from kissing you earlier and his own saliva stick to your skin sloppily and you can’t help but feel both enamoured and grossly repulsed at the mixture of sticky wetness on your cheeks as well as the love that seemed to glow like fireworks.
“mmuah~! i love you so much…are you trying to make me cry?” he pouts, becoming a giggling mess as soon as you roll your eyes at his dramatics.
he keeps the bracelet on every day. sometimes he’ll be pouty all day if he’s unable to wear it in fear of it snapping and wasting away all your precious hard work due to either his negligence or the pains of manual labour…he’ll have to cope with simply glancing at the red imprints the beads had left intended onto his skin for satisfaction.
CHIORI — 千织
“what is this?” she jingles the vivid and strong orange coloured bracelet in front of her face, appreciating the tiny details of the cute sewing equipment charms and what looked to be handmade porcelain bows embedded onto some beads.
“it’s a friendship bracelet!” you gleam at her, pride evident in your face at your creation. she hums in agreement; it was certainly something alright.
“oh. cute.” that’s all the genuine feedback she could give you without mentioning how tacky it would look with her attire — it was an affectionate gesture, one which she didn’t want to undermine and therefore, with little complaint despite her own personal conflicts, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, extending her hand out and twirling it to admire the craftsmanship.
you won’t see her actively wearing it out in every day life, perhaps you’ll manage to sneak a glimpse of her playing with the beads while she’s going over some designs in her sketchbook but otherwise, her gloved hands contain nothing but the smell of perfume.
not that she’d admit it outright until you asked, but the real reason she refuses to wear your bracelet daily is for a simple reason; she doesn’t want it to break in order to have that constant reminder of you as she goes to bed and stares up at her ceiling with the bracelet being coddled between her fingertips.
ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺
“you’re so childish.” she muses, tracing her nails across the beads, eliciting a weird clacking sound as the charms and beads hit against each other. “but i suppose that’s also an alluring aspect to you.” she ushers the bracelet onto her wrist. despite it being completely covered, there was something even more intimate about her gift being a part of a hidden identity for her; your affection only intended for your gorgeous eyes and her narrowed ones.
tilting your head to her eye-level, you can smell her musky perfume. she leaned in for a kiss. her lips tasting like flavoured gloss consisting of all sorts of red berries, an accurate mirror to the rosey colour of her bright lips. a sneaky hand traced circles around your hips and waist as she attempted to take your breath away. a scythe is a befitting weapon for a woman who’s kiss was practically a notion for death.
she’s used to her children offering gifts and trinkets to her. rocks, random jewellery they crafted with glue, messy crayon drawings, sometimes even in the most macabre scenarios, blood itself. each of those, however, she cherished wholeheartedly. the same way she’d cherish the bond between you two that she’d never allow for anyone to break.
so long as she continuously receives silly gestures like this, she’s convinced she’ll be able to hold you within her embrace with very little effort.
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aestherin · 2 days
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KEEP MY HEART
goal 21: available for sale
one of my favs for sure HAHAHA i've been waiting to write this chapter ever since i outlined my ideas 😭 also apologies for the long wait :>
also how are you guys? i hope y'all are doing well :))
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KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau
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SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.
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cyxnidx · 3 days
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HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!
CAT & MOUSE 2 !
character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader
warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)
a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.
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"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.
you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.
not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.
you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.
now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?
"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.
the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?
its addicting.
you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.
theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.
and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.
you've been caught.
you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.
finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.
"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?
without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."
your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.
"well, if you're so bold, do it-"
you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.
"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.
"wha-"
"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.
not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.
"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."
he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.
his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"
you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.
he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."
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allfearstofallto · 3 days
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"Please Don't Leave Me"
Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader
Forced Marriage AU
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Words spoken so silently, whispered into the quiet of the night. He'd have thought it was a ghost, if not for your arm draped around his waist, holding him in place. Not really holding him persay, you were weak, fragile, if he wanted to he could snap that arm in two. But he didn't. He wanted you to hold him, while sleepily batting those eyelashes, tears in the corners of your eyes, lips in a tight pout.
Such a terrible dream. It was one filled with monsters and goblins, creatures that came not from this world and people who wanted to hurt you. You'd had plenty of nightmares since your forced marriage, but never did you have one where he was the hero. Standing tall and getting rid of all the assailants with the flick of his nimble wrist, was Scaramouche. He looked at you and for once, your heart didn't drop to your ass, your stomach didn't churn. He looked at you and you felt safe.
Even you were surprised by the way you'd woken up, holding him in your arms. The moonlight casted down on his face made his pale skin seem to glow, his hand reaching out to brush some of the sweat from your forehead. His skin was cold. Cool against the hot summer night and the painfully warm nightmare you'd just had. He felt like ice coming to calm you, his fingers dancing all over your face before settling on your cheek and using his thumb to brush your lips.
“Bad dream?” He questioned into the night, his voice hoarse from just waking up. All you could do was nod in response, your head moving up and down at a slow pace, “I thought so. You'd never touch me willingly, not without such nonsense being the reason.”
He sighed, but still pulled you closer to him, making you rest your head upon his chest. His cold skin cooled your warm cheek, one of your tears falling from your eyes and landing upon him. His hand moved up to cup the back of your head, lightly scratching at your scalp and coaxing you back to sleep. The feeling of his heartbeat, the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing, it was all calming. Disgustingly so, considering who he was and what he'd done to you. Yet you couldn't rip yourself away.
“I won't let anything harm you, even in your dreams. Now go back to sleep,” his words felt sincere, his hold on you tight. He was your biggest concern, the thing you were most scared of in the world, but you still snuggled in closer to him. Still let yourself be swept away in his hold. You let the feeling of his breathing rock you to sleep, you let him hold you.
But only for the night. When morning comes, everything will go back to normal, and the shelter you feel in his arms will dissipate and vanish. Filled with that familiar fear and disgust of him that keeps you at a ten feet distance, he cherishes this one moment where he gets to hold you. He too sinks into your touch. Protecting you from the silly fear of bad dreams, but also feeling a pride at knowing that you grasped at him in your sleepy state for security.
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featuredtofu · 2 days
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In sickness and in health
Wanderer x gn!reader
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synopsis | You never get sick. Or that's what Wanderer believed. And now that you caught yourself a high fever, he's beyond scared.
content | fluff, mild angst w/ comfort (just a little sprinkle of angst, nothing major)
cw | a few curses, abandonment issues, mentions of death
a/c | @/chinikuniku on X
taglist | @ayanasss , @m1stt1
a/n | My 250 follower special is finally out‼️ Thank you for reading and thank you for following my blog 🫶🏻
And thank you @cyberprimeyt for the lovely idea!
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"OPEN YOUR MOUTH." Wanderer commanded you, not taking 'no' for an answer. And so you did, albeit reluctantly. Your throat felt dry and the temperature of the soup he fed you was awfully hot. It hurt to eat. But you know you needed to eat something.
You usually never got sick, you swore on that. Even Wanderer was a witness of your good health! But you just had a very important matter at hand, which made you run through the heavy rain at midnight. If you didn't catch a cold under those circumstances, you were actually indestructible. But alas, you are also just a human being.
Your whole body is aching and searing hot to the touch. An uncomfortable heat covered you entire body with sweat. This was due to the two thick blankets drapped over your body. But you knew that once you left the comforts of your blankets, you'd freeze to death. Is this the price you had to pay for all those years of good health?
"Snap out of it and eat up. You didn't eat anything the whole day." your boyfriend prodded you, the end of the spoon hitting your lips. A pout formed on those very lips as you closed your eyes. You would've shook your head in response, but your head was pounding and dizziness clouded your mind.
He sighed in response, putting placing the spoon back into the warm soup he had carefully prepared for you. "At least drink something." he said, handing you a glass of water. Then he got you medicine, pouring the liquid onto another spoon, before forcing it down your system in combination with the water. All with good intentions, of course.
Once you swallowed your medicine and sat upright for a good ten minutes to properly digest, Wanderer allowed you to lay back down. "Get some rest." he sighed, standing up and gathering the dishes to wash them later, "And call me if you need something. Don't even think about getting out of bed without my help." he had warned you, before exiting your room, leaving the door open to make sure he'd hear you if you called.
You just snuggled back into the blankets and sighed, closing your eyes to sleep it off. During that time, Wanderer took it upon himself to clean up around your apartment, doing the chores you couldn't do while he waited for you to wake up and hopefully get better soon.
He might've seemed unfazed while taking care of you, but in reality, he was scared and guilty. Scared that this fever will take you away from him. Guilty that you're suffering and he can't do anything to alleviate your pain. And he couldn't stop the pessimistic thoughts from clouding his judgment. It might be a silly thought, but he didn't want you to have the same fate as—
Wanderer snapped out of his thoughts when a glass fell to the ground and shattered on the floor. A sigh left his lips and he got to work to clean up the mess he made. He'll need to remind himself to get you a new one in the future.
Before long, your boyfriend decided to go outside and stock up your empty fridge and get you fresh medicine. You were running low anyways, 'might as well', he thought. And so he took off, taking your keys and closing the door securely after himself. You were sleeping and it'll probably take some time until you wake up again anyways.
Just how wrong he had been...
As soon as he came back from running your errands, he heard incessant coughing coming from your room. He immediately dropped the groceries on the ground, not caring if something spilled or broke. Your fever must be acting up again and he knew you needed someone to be by your side.
Once Wanderer entered your bedroomed in a hurry, you couldn't help but sigh out in relief. Your whole body was burning up, pain spreading through your limbs and your head felt like exploding. It hurts... but at least someone was here to help you now.
"Fuck, your fever is worsening..." Wanderer whispers, touching your forehead with the back of his hand. He needed to do something, anything to ensure your comfort, to ensure you're alright. He needed to go to Nahida or call a doctor and—
When he turned to go, you stopped him, your hand holding tightly onto his as heavy breaths left your parted lips. "Don't leave..." you mumble and he knew then that he couldn't possibly ignore your wishes. But also, he feared that if he doesn't get you help, you'd perish just like the little child five hundred years ago. For a first time in his life, he felt truly helpless.
It suddenly felt like time has rewinded itself back to five hundred years ago, back when he was just a mere puppet without a name, accompanying the child he viewed as his family. Back when he had watched the child cough and cry, complaining because of the pain, but assuring that he'd be alright. Back when he trusted the child with all of his being, only to come home to a lifeless body.
Seeing you in such a vulnerable and painful state made him anxious. Fear was crawling up his consciousness. He couldn't think of anything to help you, while you laid there, exhausted and your breathing irregular. Your eyes were looking up at him, a silent cry for comfort and a sign of pain.
When you saw him staring at you, his eyes unfocused, you knew he wasn't in the right state of mind to help you right now. The coughing didn't subside and it burned your throat as much as it burned his hollow chest to see you like this. You wanted so say something, seeing the panic in his eyes. To reassure him that everything's alright and that this will be over soon. If you could just say something.
Instead of words, you decided to act on your thoughts, pulling him down into an embrace. It didn't take long for him to wrap his arms around you as well, pulling you closer to him.
He was cold. A pleasant contrast to your burning temperatures. "Hey..." you mumble hoarsely, leaning your head onto his shoulder and closing your eyes. "Calm down, love." you continue to whisper, suppressing the oncoming coughs bubbling in your throat.
It only took four words to calm him down a bit more, his arms squeezing you to his own comfort. "Fuck." he exhales shakily into the crook of your neck. You were burning hot. And although it wasn't a good sign, he liked it. He always liked your warmth, it contrasted nicely to his freezing physic. "I'm acting pathetic right now." he mutters, trying to feel more of your addicting warmth against his skin.
"What's on your mind?" you asked him quietly, coughing just enough to make him pull you closer to him. "Just some... stupid thoughts." he mumbles in return. He didn't necessarily feel like talking about the cruel memories he had remembered. But he knew he couldn't hide anything from you. You knew him too well. So he decided to just be upfront with you. "You're reminding me of that sick child..."
"Your... 'family'?" you inquired, just to confirm. And after a short period of silence, you felt his head nodding against the curve of your neck. He had told you the story and you had witness the memories with him together, so you understood where his fear was coming from. Your lips parted to reassure him about yourself, when he cut you off.
"Please... please don't leave." he whispers shakily. You could feel the slightest trembles coming from his figure and you gently squeezed him in return. "I know you're human. And I know that eventually... you'll perish like all the other mortals... but please..." he pleaded to you, "don't fucking die on me just yet."
His figure trembled in your embrace as he poured his heart out to you, pleading as if you're his only god, as if you were his saviour. You wrapped your arms securely around his figure and pulled him down to lay in bed with you. "I'm not going anywhere." you reassure him in soft whispers, "I'll be there by your side as long as my time allows me to."
"Don't cry, my love." you continue, coughing in between your sentences. His body temperature was helping you in cooling down. Funny how you never thought of it before. "I'm not going to die to a silly fever." Sweet reassurances and soft whispers of love calmed him down as you two laid there in a shared embrace.
"Hey Kuni." you mumble sleepily after a long while. He hums quietly in response, not moving a muscle to look up at you. "If I die someday, I want to die seeing you smile at me one last time, okay? Only then can I tell the heavens above that I died happy death." you chuckle softly.
He squeezed you tighter in response, a tired sigh leaving his lips. "One more word about death and I'll feed you poison the next time."
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hitomisuzuya · 1 day
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Hellooo <3 I love your writing so much, please take care of yourself and have a nice, nice day!
Can I request Scara smut, where reader and Scara are about to get it on but then she gets very shy as Scara undresses her.
Basically like him praising her and like soft smut.
If that's not too self indulgent - thank u thank u thank uuu!
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Soft, very romantic smut. Praise.
Please, and this counts for everyone, don't be afraid sound too self indulgent. My whole blog is self indulgent. This whole thing will be self indulgent ❤️
Scaramouche absolutely enjoys the intimacy of kissing. There was just this deep connection that came with it. His tongue curling around yours, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss, the way your arms wrapped around him to press your body up against his as hands hastily worked to remove clothes.
He reluctantly pulled away from a kiss that was rapidly making you weak in the knees to tug your shirt over your head. Immediately, a shy blush coated your cheeks as his hand slipped back to unclasp your bra.
"So cute," He purred, curling his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so you would look at him. His fingers traced up the dips in your spine. "Keep that expression on your face while I undress you," He loves that you never got over how shy you felt when he was taking off your clothes.
A huge turn on for him.
He took his time removing the rest of your clothes, his lips grazing softly on your neck. The sensation never failed to make goosebumps rise up on your skin, a soft moan sounding from you as you relaxed into his touches.
Scaramouche could feel you melting, his hands sliding along your body. His cock pulsed seeing you shiver. "So responsive," He pressed a hungry kiss on your lips again, gently pushing you down onto the bed.
You wore the same shy expression as you watched him remove his clothes. Did you have any idea how delicate that made you look?
His hand caressed your cheek, his thumb skimming gently across it. "Let me make my pretty girl feel good," He captured your lips in another passionate, open mouthed kiss. The way you obediently opened your mouth for his tongue, soft moans breathing against his mouth sent him absolutely reeling.
He spread your legs, caressing the inside of your thighs before seeking out your clit. He pressed and rubbed his thumb around the swelling nub, his eyes trained on the way your body quivered in pleasure.
Your hips rocked into his fingers as they stroked between your folds. "That's my good girl, just let go and relax," He encouraged, gently pinching and rolling your clit between the pads of his fingers until you saw stars.
You writhed on the bed, pleasure jolting through your body as you grasped the sheets in your hands. The look in your eyes was one of hazy desperation and need.
A look that always made Scaramouche's cheeks flush with endearment for you. Nobody looked at him the way you did. No one needed him the way that you did.
"Scara, please," You said in a shaky tone, spreading your legs a little wider for him, "I need you inside me," Your pussy was starting to clench around nothing thanks to his ministrations. Your whole body trembled with need.
"As you wish, kitten," He never got tired of hearing even the haze that laced your voice with desire. He pressed the head of his cock against your throbbing clit, tearing a gasp from you. Your hips jerked to seek more friction in response.
Scaramouche let out a low, satisfied groan as he pushed his cock inside of you. "So warm, so tight," He bottomed out with a smooth, slow thrust, "so fucking perfect," His body shuddered in pure bliss.
Your walls clamped tight, and sensitive around his cock, the head kissing into your sweet spot in a way that made your toes curl. Your arms wrapped around him, clinging to him as he leaned down to kiss you.
His lips never left yours, swallowing each and every sweet moan you offered him. You wrapped your legs around him, helping him push his cock as deep inside of you as it could go. "I love you," He said, pulling away for a moment in a show of vulnerability, "I love you so fucking much."
You put one of your hands on the back of his head, bringing it down for another kiss. His lips greedily captured yours, holding you against him like someone was going to take you away from. He couldn't ever let that happen.
Ever.
The bursts of pleasure were so intense that you could barely form any words. Scaramouche was worshipping you with every thrust, every squeeze and soft caress of his hands. He was utterly lost in the way you lost yourself in him.
"Cum inside, please," You pleaded, making him groan huskily, "I love you, Scara. I love you so much," Any other words you tried to form died in your throat, your moans bleeding into his husky ones.
Those four words never failed to make him cum. His arms tightened around you, craving to hold you closer than you already were as cum ribboned into you.
"Fuck," He hissed, nipping at your lower lip, "cum for me," He thrust his cock into your sweet spot until he ushered in your orgasm, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The way your cunt squeezed around his cock as your orgasm broke over you was nothing short of utter bliss for him.
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impactofthegenshin · 19 hours
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when the snow melts
characters : scara,
reader : gn!reader
warnings : none
a/n : a little self indulgence
Scara/Wanderer
"tsk, idiot" his voice drifted towards you, annoyance lacing his words.
if it were anyone else, they'd think he was simply annoyed. but only you knew the underlying amusement that was so faint you almost missed it, but it was there nonetheless.
flicking the snow from his shoulders, he stalked towards you menacingly.
"you'll pay for that."
you only stuck out your tongue at him in answer, turning around to take more snow into your hands.
but when you whirled around, he'd disappeared. the snow in your hands got heavier by the second. had he really gotten angry? that angry? enough to leave?
a shadow passed swiftly overhead you, the speed making snow fly off the grass around you. you felt arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground and at a considerable height.
your shriek of alarm turned into laughter as you realised who's arms were around you, your breathe fogging in front of your face.
"you scared me! i need a warning next time please."
scara only huffed in response, his hold tightening. slowly and gently the world around you shifted as scara moved around, carrying you in his arms. you snuggled closer to his chest, making yourself comfortable.
"will you do romantic stuff like this after the winters or is it exclusive to this season?" you quip, tugging at his hat.
you plumetted suddenly, your heart going to your throat as a surprised yelp comes out of you. you glare up at your boyfriend only to be met with a satisfied smirk.
"you keep acting that way and i might make it exclusive only to today. but yes, i'll do this for you. even when the slow melts."
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oceanisty · 2 days
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Hello, you can skip if you want.
After reading your anemo boys harem fic I just wanted to ask if you can give us headcanons or another one shots, I just like the way you write them and your writing is great.
P.s. love your writing
Hello! I'm glad that you enjoyed my anemo harem fic! and thank you so much! I'm so happy that you love them <3 I'm currently forcing myself to get outta the writers block cause MY GOODNESS it's draining me. I am SO SORRY that this took TOO LONG cause I'm getting more and more burnt out lately cause I'm gonna enter my senior year of highschool in like a few months (Damn I'm getting old...) Also, 2 blogs in a day? Damn that's a personal record. Anyways, MORE SHORT KINGS! I decided to make a few headcanons for them individually but this is STILL AN ANEMO BOYS HAREM!
Part 1
YOU ARE A TRAVELER IN TEYVAT, BUT YOU ARE NOT THE TRAVELER!
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➼ Venti who would wait for you at the gates of Mondstadt whenever he heard from Aether that he's coming for a visit with you.
➼ Venti who would greet you with his cheerful giggles and tight hugs like he hasn't seen you in AGES! (It was only for a month but it felt like ages for this little man)
➼ Venti who would give you a personal performance, a song he wrote dedicated to you. His precious windblume <3
➼ Venti who would not even try to hide the fact that he is really, literally WHIPPED for you.
"[Name]! Could you do me a favor? A tini tiny one!"
"What would it be?"
"Can I have a kiss?"
"....what?"
"what?"
➼ Venti who demands you to play and braid his hair in any style you want, he will wear for the whole day with a proud grin.
➼ Venti who would go around and tell people that you're his favorite person and his beloved flower, you had to keep reminding people of Mondstadt that you and Venti are not dating whenever you visit.
➼ Just Venti being Venti, very deeply in love with you.
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☆ Xiao who would wait for you at Wangshu Inn, hoping to see you once he got the words that you're coming to Liyue for a visit.
☆ Xiao who would uncharacteristically be worried about how he looks for the first time in decades cause he doesn't want to look different from the last time you saw him.
☆ Xiao who would hand-make jewels using pearls, crystals, pretty rocks, just anything he finds beautiful in the wild to give it to you.
☆ Xiao who tried to hide that he wants to spend time with you but fails miserably.
"[Name]... if you don't mind, would you like to join me to watch the stars again?"
"Didn't you told me that you're mostly busy at night, fighting off demons?"
".......... I sensed earlier that tonight, they wont be much of a problem to handle unlike the usual days. So... I assumed that I could take a break for once in a while."
"That's... very unlike you. But alright!"
☆ Xiao who accidentally called you "Qingxin" once when he was admiring you watching the night sky.
☆ Xiao who would watch over you if you fell asleep, putting some crystalflies on your hair. How dare you being the most beautiful glowing star in his live. It makes him feel weird.
☆ Just Xiao being Xiao, obviously in love with you.
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𖥸 Kazuha who would purposely go to places you would visit on the same day just so he could run into you and join you.
𖥸 Kazuha who would accompany you on your adventures most of the times and didn't even realized it until later on.
𖥸 Kazuha who would collect flowers that would remind him of you and keep it in a special box.
𖥸 Kazuha who would obviously write a poem to you, purposely using fancy words so you would have a hard time understanding what it means.
"That was so beautiful... could you write me another one in this second?"
"Why of course, my dove. Anything for you..."
"By the way, what did it mean?"
"That's for you to figure out <3"
𖥸 Kazuha who would play with your hair anytime, anywhere. Even place some soft kisses. That little blush that appeared on your face makes you look so cute!
𖥸 Kazuha who would be very affectionate to you both in public and private, makes other people wonder if you two are a couple. He doesn't even bother to correct them if they asked.
𖥸 Just Kazuha being Kazuha, hopelessly in love with you.
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༄ Heizou who would immediately look for you once you arrived in Inazuma.
༄ Heizou who would walk beside you with his arm around your shoulder like it's not a problem. Ignore the stares and focus on our mission!
༄ Heizou who would flirt with you 25/8 non-stop, your flustered face is just so adorable!
[insert Heizou leaning close to your face]
"U-Uhm... Heizou?
[insert Heizou holding your chin with his thumb and index finger]
"H-Heizou?!"
"Hm... your eyes are much more beautiful up close."
༄ Heizou who would stare at you with the FONDEST, THE SOFTEST SMILE whenever you're happy or excited. You're just the prettiest person in his eyes.
༄ Heizou who would tickle your tickle spots just to hear those melodic laugh of yours.... and to also annoy the hell out of you.
༄ Just Heizou being Heizou, head over heels in love with you.
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❥ Wanderer who would place his hat on your head whenever it's sunny or rainy.
❥ Wanderer follow you everywhere and anywhere you go in Sumeru because Nahida "told him to" and that he has "nothing better to do" currently.
❥ Wanderer who would make so many excuses, just to engage in a physical contact with you. Your body is just so warm against his, he couldn't help it. He likes the feeling of warmth...
"Uhm... Wanderer?"
"What?"
"Why are you holding me close?"
"This forest is dangerous to travel if alone, bet you'll get lost if I don't keep you close."
"There's literally little to no creatures roaming around this area, the forest rangers said it."
"..."
"..."
"Listen, who knows if-"
❥ Wanderer who would be a clingy little octopus in close doors, our man has no shame to cuddle up to you at night like you're a little plush.
❥ Wanderer who couldn't hide his jealousy if you came to Sumeru accompanied by Aether or Kazuha.
❥ Just Wanderer being Wanderer, totally in love with you.
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✭ Aether who would go around collecting flowers, just so he could have a bouquet ready for you whenever you cross paths.
✭ Aether who would tell you stories about his twin sister, his little secrets, and even hinting some small confessions to see if you caught onto it. You didnt
✭ Aether who would ALWAYS help you with anything in any way, even if you don't need any help, he insisted that he should. Sometimes, his eagerness shows a little too much.
"Hey [Name]! I heard that you've taken a commission from Neuvillette. Let me help you with it?"
"Oh! No need, Aether. He just wants me to deliver a few boxes of important documents for Wrio-"
"Great! Let's go get them!"
"Wait, I didn't agree-"
"It's fine, c'mon! More time to spend with you, the better!"
✭ Aether who would take you to the BEST places in Teyvat to spend time together. Thanks to him being a very active traveler, he knows which places would make your jaw drop.
✭ Aether who would insist on making his teapot your second home, he even made you a room right next to his! He also insisted that he wouldn't mind if you go to his room to sleep with him- wait what?
✭ Just Aether being Aether, extremely in love with you.
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Made by @oceanisty on 27/03/2024.
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cherieiu · 1 day
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the faint stench of alcohol was stained on your lips, strawberry rococo red against his milky skin. it was exhilarating - it's the wine's fault, or maybe the subtle way his lips puncture your skin with feathery kisses. you stifle a giggle, swallowing the words you dearly wished to say. it wasn't appropriate, the border of 'friends' and 'lovers' was always hazy. especially now.
how statuesque he was, how much you wanted to keep him for yourself - the nauseating feeling of insecurity relentlessly bubbled in your stomach.
"i- i wanna ask something!" you break the still silence, your cheeks flushed a cherry red.
"well, uhm, what are we?" he pulls you in, gazing at you with a stare of unadulterated adoration. his pillowy lips pucker, ready to steal your affection and love.
"whatever you like."
childe, choso, diluc, suguru, wanderer, zhongli, yuta + your favs!!
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nyoomiin · 3 days
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roommates: part three.
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your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
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pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure
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“Me?” the boy asks hesitantly, glancing toward his companion for help.
Niwa — right, that was his name — laughs, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and pushing him forward. “You're scaring him, my dear.”
You roll your eyes at your friend, then give the boy another cursory once-over. You were right. He'd be perfect for the garment you were designing. Beckoning him over, you grin at him as you lead him into your fitting room. “I have just the thing for you! Let me take your measurements first, then I'll tailor the clothes to fit. Niwa, I'll give you a discount only because you brought this angel here.”
“Hah! You're the best.”
Shaking your head with a fond smile, you turn toward the boy. He looked nervous, fiddling with the hem of his sleeves, but no matter — it was time to get to work.
You blink, rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to clear your mind, trying to recall the dream you just had. Yet try as you might, it slips from your grasp, the faint trace of nostalgia slipping away with the breeze.
It was blue, you think.
And that's when inspiration struck.
"It's perfect,” you murmur, holding up the finished product in your hands.
A soft, silky shawl of blues and teals, dusted with a faint shimmer — an olive branch for your roommate, so to speak. Honestly, you were getting pretty tired of him wearing the same outfit almost daily, and what better gift than one handmade?
He'd look positively angelic in it, you think. You only hope he doesn't slam the door in your face before you could give it to him. You huff. He had better like it. You hadn't rushed your commission and put all that effort into the shawl for nothing. Not to mention, the materials you used were nothing but the highest of quality. Hmph.
“What do you want?” comes his gruff response to your knock on his door.
At the very least, he wasn't outright ignoring you like he used to do a week ago. You grin, even if he can't see it. "I have something for you! It's handmade. Come and take a look at it at least. Pretty please?”
It's silent.
A minute passes, then two.
You sigh, turning away in defeat. Another day, then. Though at this rate, that day might never come at all… Well, you hadn't put in all that effort just to give up now.
"I'll leave it here by the door,” you call. Just for good measure, you give the door another rap to be sure you still had his attention. "I don't care what you do with it as long as it's not still here by tomorrow morning. Have a good night!”
You turn away to leave, but this time, it's with a petty, stubborn resolve. One way or another, he would be your friend. He had to.
(His hands ghost over the shawl, fingers trembling.
It's soft, he notes, and every thread carefully woven. The design embroidered on its edges is undeniably Sumerian, but he can tell its maker is undeniably you.
And his heart thrums, loud in his ears and suffocating in his chest. It's infuriating.
This version of you is not the same as the version of the past he had known — that he cannot refute. Yet from your smile to your needlework, down to the way you'd leave him a warm bowl of soup — how could you not be one and the same?
He sets the shawl back down into the box it had come in, only to notice a piece of paper at its bottom.
This is for you, it reads. I think we got off on the wrong start that day, so I made this for you to make up for it. I hope you like it.
He scoffs, amused at your attempts to befriend him. It had worked on him then, when he had been clueless and naive and far too trusting, but fat chance it would work on him now. You don’t even remember him, for fuck's sake.
Still, he thinks, perhaps he should indulge you just the once. For old time's sake.)
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s4llyfce · 2 days
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“When the party’s over”
An: Inspired by this song by billie eilish ofc, I saw someone doing an amazing cover of it on insta and my fingers started itching to write. Enjoy :) (Cause I know i didn’t enjoy thinking about it💀)
warnings: Angst, Implied character death (YOU!) short drabble.
“Quiet when I’m coming home, and I’m on my own. I could lie say I like it like that, Like it like that”
He tried to think nothing of it, forcing his mind to deteriorate towards more important things. The reasoning? He knew better than to let someone in of course, to let them get uncomfortably close, so much that he begun being unable to imagine his days without you.
You were more like a pest even. That annoying laugh of yours he’d listen to as if it were the only sound in the world, the irritable cheeky smile you showed whenever he melted into your arms after a long day. Your stupid, stupid voice which could drone on for hours if he’d allow, and he always did without fail. The way your dreadful fingers would gently brush throughout his hair, causing him to relax and feel like you were the only two living beings left on earth.
Sickening. All of it.
He shuddered, not knowing if the cause was the empty, lifeless home, or the memories that flooded through his head. It left him blind, staring at nothing but the dark with lights that had yet to be turned on.
You were annoying, he never wanted you around in the first place. So why is it then, that he felt so frustrated, so utterly helpless. He didn’t know where to put his hands, no familiar warmth to intertwine his fingers in, no arms to lay comfortably wrapped around his torso. What has he to do with himself? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
He could pile himself with work as much as he wanted, fill his days with endless activities to stray far from falling into the depths of his mind, but here, in this eerily quiet home, he still, had nothing.
Before he knew it, he crumbled. Globs of ugly tears falling down his face without the slightest chance of stopping. There was no energy to curse, or pace around a million times and then some. It was just him. And god he hated it. All of it.
Except for you. Now he’s cursed, with remembering you for longer than he’s ever known you.
“Let’s just let it go…let me let you…go.”
Scaramouche, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Getou, Nakahara Chuuya, Osamu Dazai, Fushiguro Megumi, Xiao, All of your favs.
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soursweetarrie · 1 day
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👉👈 scaramouche kazuha and xiao threesum? love you babes!
💠. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST, ANONNIE ! .💠
"Oh, shit," Xiao groans, throwing his head back as he pushes yours on his cock. You cry, eyes blurry. Kazuha consoles you, feather light touches on your cheek, wiping away your tears. Scaramouche laughs, thrusting harder. "You feel so tight, slut,"
Kazuha shoots him a glare, but Scaramouche merely grins at him. You let out a muffled sob as Xiao releases his load down your throat, sticky and salty on your tongue. You pull off, but choke a little as Scaramouche pulls you on his lap. Kazuha leans forward and fondles with your body, cupping your face and trailing kisses down your neck.
Your breath hitches as you look back at Scaramouche's smug expression. Xiao huffs, lighting a cigarette and leaning back.
"You're so beautiful, y/n," Kazuha whispers in your ear, making you moan. Scaramouche grits his teeth, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm about to cum,"
you grab onto Kazuha's shoulders, shivering, moaning, as the sensation of Scaramouche's cum painting your walls white brings you to your own orgasm. Kazuha takes you gently, the polar opposite of Scaramouche's harsh grasp on your hips. He kisses you passionately, and pushes his cock into you. You hear Scaramouche hog Xiao of his cigarette, but it's distant as Kazuha rams into you, telling you how good you are.
You didn't last long at all, but it wasn't like the three were finished with you for tonight.
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tartaroooo · 1 day
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One More Night
Hookups were supposedly a one- time thing. A way to have fun without getting attached.
So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?
A/n: A quick edit of a draft I've had in my notes for a while now. Gn! reader x Scaramouche.
Art credits: ike_0910
Warning: Slight nsfw, cursing
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Scaramouche despises hookups.
To be tangled within the sheets with a complete stranger, the idea repulsed him to no end. Honestly, it was rather pathetic. It was nothing more than a desperate act of attention. A despondent call to those terrified of estrangement. But archons forbid, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit curious.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try at least once?
Besides, stress has been eating him up lately. He needed a way to clear his thoughts and forget. To let go and revel in the pleasure of losing himself in his inhibitions.
But there must be something wrong with his hookup. Weren't they supposedly a one- time thing? A way to have fun without getting attached?
So why the fuck does he keep coming back to you?
Why does he insist on keeping you on his bed, with a part of him wishing you'd stay there forever?
He hated this so much.
Words can’t express how much he loathes this thing referred to as attachment. He refuses to let his emotions run rampant again and undergo the heartbreak of treachery. He’s been betrayed three times. He’s not letting you be his fourth one.
Yet here he was, in bed with you for the 5th time this week, lips locked in a fiery fit of passion. Your wrists were pinned above your head, it was scary how he didn’t want to let you go. How despite his repugnance towards devotion, his hypocrisy ruled with the thoughts of keeping you in place.
"You taste so fucking good…", he mumbles as his breath brushes against your lips. Your skin was redolent of fresh lemon with the base of woody amber, the bed sheets stained with the scent of your perfume. The air was heavy, choking the last of his self-control. He eyes you, taking shallow breaths underneath him as you tried to catch your breath. He couldn’t help the twitch of his lips as you never fail to provide him with the dopamine of having control. He dives in for another kiss, this time devoid of passion and merely fueled by his hunger. Hunger for you. For the delightful moans that slip out your pretty, little mouth when he pounds relentlessly into you. For the way your body arches when he rakes his fingernails across your smooth skin, all the while his hips snap forward to hit that spot deep within you. A certain area only he knows that would drive you crazy.
He was obsessed with this feeling.
He knows that he should've let you go already, that this is something that shouldn't be happening. But dear archons forgive him because being wrong never felt so right. You were like a poison who seeped into his veins, rewiring his brain to be filled with thoughts regarding you and you alone. You collapsed the building of his very morals, turned everything he stood up for into non-existent debris.
"One more night…" He mutters, burying his face into the crook of your neck. It would be a comforting gesture, if not for the fact that he sinks his teeth into your skin and gnaws on it like a piece of meat. He’s sure that's going to leave a mark tomorrow yet it doesn’t stop the sinful moan that escapes your throat, an invitation for him to keep going. And he will most definitely keep going. His sense of judgement disintegrated when you hooked your arms around his neck, reciprocating his intense desire that tarnished both your bodies and short circuited your willpower. Nothing else mattered. Just you and his desire to have his way with you until he's satisfied.
A low chuckle escapes from the confines of his throat as he saw how much of a mess you became. A mess that belonged in his museum of you, framed, sculpted or whatever way its preserved. With a smirk that seemed to widen every passing minute, his fingers lightly trace the curve of your spine.
He just couldn't get enough of you.
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